The next day, Xie Changyuan opened the door of the small ruined temple, moved the bacon outside the house back into the house, took some of it for breakfast, and went out after eating.
After refining Gengjin Qi yesterday, his original clothes were in tatters and he looked like a tall beggar.
With the way he is dressed now and his disabled appearance, if he kneels down on the street, many people will probably feel pity for him and take out their money bags to give him some charity.
Xie Changyuan also knew that he was not dressed appropriately, but he was in a hurry when he left the northern border, and he didn't bring any money or clothes. He didn't want to go out like this, but he had to go out to buy clothes, right?
And today he has to go to the Yingke Building in the west of the city to find Princess Linyang.
This time when he entered the city, Xie Changyuan still used the Tiyun Kung Fu to enter the city quickly. When he entered the city, he did not attract anyone's attention. At the same time, he knocked over the wooden barrel containing holy water, which made the garrison at the gate of the city cry for father and mother.
I was shivering in the cold winter wind.
Seeing this, Xie Changyuan smiled with satisfaction in the city.
After entering the city, Xie Changyuan went directly to the tailor shop, not caring about the strange looks he received from passers-by along the way.
He walked alone, walked quickly into the tailor shop, and slapped the ten taels of silver that Xiaoqing gave him yesterday on the tailor shop owner's table.
"Bring me two pairs of clothes!" he said.
The boss is a middle-aged uncle, with a thin body, as if he is just a layer of skin wrapped around his frame. His eyes are a little cloudy, and his eyesight is obviously not very good.
Xie Changyuan's sudden appearance startled him. He shuddered, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xie Changyuan's intention.
"I thought they were here to collect rent." The boss shook his head and laughed.
He had never seen clothes buyers talking so loudly.
The boss squinted at Xie Changyuan and didn't care that he was in ragged clothes. After all, he came here to buy clothes.
However, when he raised his head to visually assess Xie Changyuan's stature, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"What a big man!" the boss exclaimed.
Xie Changyuan was born tall, with a length of nine feet sixty-seven. In addition, he was born in the military, and he had been fighting continuously in recent years. After practicing Zen Buddhism to maintain his health, his weight had already exceeded three hundred kilograms.
At first glance, he looks like a stern big man, and he can't wear ordinary men's clothes at all.
The boss said, "My guest is more than nine feet tall. Not to mention this is a small shop. I'm afraid there are no tailor shops in Bianliang City that have such large ready-made clothes. If you are not in a hurry, the shop can make two sets for you."
Xie Changyuan thought for a moment and nodded immediately.
"Make me two sets of black outfits. The fabric and threads need to be stronger. I don't need your money."
After talking, Xie Changyuan wanted to pay again, but the boss quickly stopped him when he saw this.
He smiled and said, "Ten taels of silver is enough to buy two nice outfits. No need to spend more!"
The boss took out a tape measure and marked Xie Changyuan's body, silently writing down the width of the shoulders, the length of the arms, the length of the waist and the length of the legs.
He told Xie Changyuan to come pick up the clothes before sunset. The latter nodded and left the tailor shop, then walked toward the west of the city.
The north of Bianliang City is a slum, the east and west of the city are prosperous areas, and the south of the city is the royal palace.
There is a lecture platform in the east city, where Buddhist monks who have surrendered to the Twelve Divine Palaces sit and lecture, promoting the teachings of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
There is a ring in the west of the city, and a total of five ring masters are sitting here. They represent the Twelve Divine Palaces and accept challenges from people from all over the world. In this way, they can establish the power of the palace and give the Great Song Dynasty in the near future.
The bottom-passing ceremony builds momentum.
There are two guest buildings in Bianliang City, and one of them happens to be right next to the ring in the west of the city. Princess Linyang wanted to meet him here, and she also came up with the idea of watching the competition to add to the fun.
As Xie Changyuan headed west, passing through the turbulent flow of people, he vaguely saw some noise ahead. He squinted and saw that someone seemed to be fighting.
He pushed aside the crowd and strode forward to find out what was going on. When he got closer, he discovered that a group of government officials with sticks were fighting with a group of vendors.
There were many chickens, ducks and fish scattered on the ground, and several carts setting up stalls were kicked over, and the soup and marinade were scattered all over the floor.
On the street, seven or eight hawkers and more than a dozen government officials fought together. Apparently they encountered the government officials who were ambushing nearby when setting up stalls. Seeing that they were well prepared, the vendors were blocked from retreating.
The guy was hit, and the vendors were anxious, so they took action.
There was dust on the ground, and the situation was obviously one-sided. Although the vendors all carried short knives for cutting meat, they were limited by the longer water and fire sticks of the government officials. The short knives were knocked to the ground in a few blows, and then the government officials swarmed in and punched and kicked them.
The kicked and beaten hawker cried for his father and mother.
The people watching around were gloating about the misfortune, and some were booing and shouting, and some of the gangsters would secretly step forward and kick them.
After all, they are hawkers, and they are all people who need to be caught. If they are not beaten, they will not be beaten in vain.
Xie Changyuan frowned, but he didn't mind his own business. He just took a few glances and prepared to go around.
But at a casual glance, Xie Changyuan felt that the man in front of him being pushed to the ground and beaten violently by four or five government officials looked familiar.
The man hugged his head and huddled up. The people next to him said that he was the one who took the lead just now. As the saying goes, the first bird will be shot, so the officials would not let this man go, and he was immediately put under special care.
The hawker was holding his head, so Xie Changyuan couldn't see his face, but he could identify him as Yan Yong, who was selling pig's trotters, through the cigarette stick on his waist.
"Don't you kid usually run very fast? I told you to run!"
A bearded yamen official gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with cruelty and teasing.
After speaking, he raised his big foot, pointed it at Yan Yong's knee and stepped on it.
Yan Yong was skinny, with very little flesh on his body. If a strong man like Beard stepped on his joints, he would definitely end up with broken bones and tendons.
With the treatment conditions of the people at the bottom, I am afraid that the root cause of lifelong disability will be left.
Lu Zihu stepped down hard, but for just such a moment, Lu Xiu felt that the world was spinning, and the scenery in front of him was spinning like a revolving lantern, and then he fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out.
A tall man with one eye and one arm appeared next to him and stepped on him without any shame.
I saw the man with a stern face, looking around at everyone, with a cold light shining in his one eye.