Come out of the main entrance of Yanbo Tower, cross the stone bridge, and then go through an alley to the next street.
The person who had not yet seen the fight was almost knocked over by a team of horses that was running quickly.
A group of men wearing Yanyunwei uniforms raised their whips and whipped anyone who didn't dodge in time.
Many people were beaten, but they only dared to get angry and dare not speak.
Zhili thought that he would not cause trouble, so he endured it and quickly avoided it.
Passing through another alley, the two groups who were fighting fiercely also dispersed because someone said that the government was coming.
A person happened to be running towards the entrance of the alley where Zhili was. He pushed the others away vigorously and moved away from the person. However, he calmly stretched out his foot, tripping the person and throwing him away.
The fall was so severe that some people couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Once someone starts talking, laughter spreads all of a sudden.
The man got up, cursing and waving the stick in his hand to look good to others. After putting on a show, he ran away in despair.
People nearby didn't want to cause trouble and dispersed quickly.
Zhili picked up a small object from the ground, which was left behind by the man after he fell down, a small and worn-out money bag.
There is quite a lot of silver in the purse, a full four coins.
Zhili glanced at it and put away his money bag.
Instead of chasing after him to pay him back, why not take it to the hospital to see a doctor for the person who suffered an unreasonable disaster on the roadside?
When we came out of the alley, the street was congested. There were too many pedestrians who suffered, and the hawkers who came to carry the burdens were even worse. One of them, a young boy about the same age as Zhang Li, had two baskets of vegetables smashed and was wiping away tears while cleaning up.
Zhili went over to help and listened to the comments from the people around him. He said that he did not know these people and had never seen them before, but some of the people in this group had accents that sounded like they were from Guide in the north.
Most of the vegetable leaves were rotten and leaking juice, but only three plants were intact. The bamboo baskets were also smashed and broken. They were repaired on the spot with some hemp ropes and tied up stronger than before.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The young boy said with tears in his eyes.
Feeling ashamed and unworthy: "Don't thank me."
In fact, he could have come here earlier, and maybe he could have avoided all this.
Thinking of the money bag he had picked up, Zhili took it out, took out a dollar, and gave the rest to him along with the money bag.
The little boy was busy waving his tanned hands: "I absolutely dare not ask for this, I..."
"Take it," Zhili interrupted him, forcing the money bag into his palm, "it's not mine, it was lost by that group of people, so consider it as compensation from them."
Not wanting to push anyone further, I got up and left to help others.
"Thank you, young master!" the young boy shouted from behind.
I helped anyone I could on the street, and finally I went to a nearby medical center to see if I could be of any further help.
Once you are busy, time is the least wasted. By the time Zhili returns to Hengyuan's study, it will be almost midnight.
It was the night curfew, and the streets were almost empty at this point. A group of patrolling government guards approached, and Zhili was stopped and questioned.
He spoke a Xizhou native accent that he had learned very well, which did not make the patrol yamen guard suspicious, but as soon as the patrol yamen guard left, he saw a figure standing not far behind him, staring at him eagerly.
It was the annoying man who claimed to be a celebrity this morning.
Zhili didn't want to pay attention to him and walked towards the alley.
"Stop!" Zhang Caiyun shouted.
The patrolling government guards who had just walked a few steps turned around.
Feeling helpless, I had to stop.
"You go!" Zhang Caiyun said to the patrolling government guards, and walked quickly towards Zhili.
The patrolling government guards looked at him, then looked at Zhili, without staying any longer.
Zhang Caiyun walked around to Zhili and asked, "Where is your sister?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Zhi Li said disgustedly.
"You can see the difference," Zhang Caiyun showed the same arrogant expression as he did this morning, "You have to bow your head when you treat them, but they are very respectful to me."
"Then what?"
"This is the difference, the difference between someone who is superior to someone else and someone who is inferior to someone else." Zhang Caiyun looked at the side door at the back and said, "Where is your sister?"
"Why do you want my sister?" Zhili raised his eyebrows, "There are many good-looking women in Xizhou Mansion, right?"
Zhang Caiyun smiled, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked into the distance: "Okay, Zhang will talk to you nicely. If it's true, I fell in love with her at first sight, and it's true that I fell in love with her because of her beauty. If it's true, you guys have
Such a big shop, and I have a promising career. If I am a Taoist, I have a noble nature and a wealth of knowledge. As for Miss Zhao, I can see that she is not an ordinary woman. Her cultivation is not that of an ordinary woman. In summary, I
If I and Miss Zhao can get married and combine with each other, we will complement each other. I am the son-in-law of the Gu family, and she is a good wife and mother. What a beautiful thing you think? By the way, I can also help you. "
"I'm really... very ill." Zhili said, raising his feet to leave.
"Hey, stop!"
I ignored him and knocked on the door a few times, waiting for someone to open it.
Zhang Caiyun sniffed: "You smell of medicine, but you are injured?"
"I came back from the medical center and was not injured." Zhili returned.
"Medical clinic? Could it be that Miss Zhao is injured?"
"no."
"That……"
"Shut up." He said fiercely.
The door was opened by a maid, Zhi Li walked in, and the courtyard door was shut unceremoniously.
No unauthorized entry, Zhang Caiyun had no intention of following in, but the sound of the door closing made him really unhappy.
"Let's see how I deal with you in the future." Zhang Caiyun muttered, fluttering his sleeves and getting ready to leave, his eyes casually swept over and landed in the shade of a tree nearby.
The large roses lying low on the eaves looked as if they were colorful brocades. Among the fragrant leaves of the forest, a few small objects caught his attention.
Zhang Caiyun picked them up, and they looked like they had never been seen before. They looked like ornaments on ancient objects. Although they were small, it was still clear that they were rigorous, dignified and structural.
And, it looks a bit familiar.
Zhang Caiyun couldn't remember where he had seen it, but since it was thrown carelessly on the roadside, he thought it was abandoned by others, so he put it in his arms and planned to take it back and think about it.
Zhili first went to Xia Zhaoyi's courtyard to look around. There were no lights in the house, and the little fat boy was squatting alone at the door waiting for his owner. When he saw Zhili, his little tail was wagging behind.
"My senior sister hasn't come back yet?" Zhili squatted down and asked it.
The little fat man didn't understand, so he put his front body and head flat on the ground, looked at him with dark eyes, and continued to wag his tail.
Thinking of what my senior sister said in the morning, if I can't come back, I'll do it tomorrow, I frowned in confusion, it seems like it really will be tomorrow.
"Senior sister's clothes are very thin today," Zhili murmured to the little fat girl, "I hope she won't get sick. Come on," Zhili picked her up, "you can sleep with me tonight."
Zhili went back to the small courtyard, and he closed the door very lightly.
At the same time, a scream rang out from the Jiang family ancestral hall outside the city.
A large number of villagers came out with lanterns in the cottages, not knowing what was going on.
Then I saw a voice coming from the mountain behind: "Something happened in the ancestral hall. Come and see, the portrait is bleeding and crying!"
The words "blood and tears" were like water pouring into a pan of oil, and the whole Jiangjia Village was boiling in an instant.
