It was cold and the earth was covered with snow, and the capital was covered with snow.
Zhang Wu had two meat pies and walked alone on the way to Tianzhuo in the bitter wind and snow.
Although he had long been invincible with the cold and heat, he was still used to shrinking his neck and pinching his collar to avoid being too abrupt in the crowd.
Every time it snowstorms, there are many corpses on the roadside, and the street patrol constables carry hundreds of corpses out of the city every day.
This is just a refugee who has frozen to death on the roadside.
Even if there is a place to settle down and people who can't afford to buy coal for heating, there are many people who are there, and the people who are frozen at home are ten or a hundred times that of the roadside.
Usually, these people will be discovered when spring is in full bloom.
So every time it is cold, a group of "repeaters" will appear in the prison.
He deliberately made some trivial matters, was arrested and imprisoned, had food, drink and warmth...
Before Zhang Wu could enter the class room, he saw an old acquaintance in the yard who had already changed into cotton clothes and prison uniforms, and was blushed with cold.
"Mr. Wu..."
The flattering voices of swearing can make people get goosebumps.
Zhang Wu looked up and down at the other party, and quipped with a smile:
"Yes, the limbs are still healthy."
The visitor was the beggar's head in the beggar's alley in the south of the city. Zhang Wu once promised to invite him to drink in prison.
"It's all for you to be blessed by Master Wu, otherwise I would have been beaten to death."
Wang Reagan said with lingering fear.
The beggar's alley has to fight once every ten days and a half months. Only when the beggar's head who can convince everyone is qualified to divide the streets and alleys of the capital, which is related to begging, stealing and other interests.
The dark place is no worse than the Heavenly Prison.
A beggar's head who can keep his hands and feet broken for three to five years will have to have a backer to eliminate the extreme "human feelings and worldly ways".
But their background will not be too strong, otherwise they would not be beggars. Most of them are constables who manage various streets.
As for their income, it is almost the same as the Tianzhu.
The big men in Shuntian Mansion take the big head, the head catches the middle, and the constable take the small head, and the remaining one or two percent are their own.
It's barely enough to live, and spending time and wine is a dream.
Since Zhang Wu went to Beggar Alley to find this king Reagan, he has become famous all of a sudden.
The title of King Wu Yan is not only good on the streets, but also the major gangs in the capital have to give them some face.
No one can guarantee that he will never go to prison for the rest of his life.
If you offended the King of Martial Arts and said that you would die in the third update, no one would be able to keep you until the fifth update.
Zhang Wu didn't care about these false names, but he also knew that it would be of great use to communicate with these three religions and nine different things at critical moments.
"Come on, don't be frozen here. Go to the offenders' area and find a prison room to stay."
After throwing the keys from the two doors over, Zhang Wu ordered and walked straight into the class room.
"Xie Wu Master."
Wang Ligen smiled with his eyebrows, bent his knees, bowed his hands half-kneeling, and bowed a little, and took the key and opened the door.
At the end of the Domain, Du Tilao did not appear, which shows that the Sixth Uncle is powerful.
The prisoners went to patrol the prison, clean up, and interrogated the prisoners. Zhang Wucai came to the party room and saw Cheng Gou lifting the curtain.
"Brother Wu."
"I heard that Lord Huang was killed by you?"
"Um."
Cheng Gou said while playing with a short knife in his hand:
"He couldn't hold on."
“…”
I took 130,000 taels of silver from others and killed them, but I was afraid that Lao Huang's family would not give up.
"What are you going to do with Lao Huang's son?"
"It would be fine if he knew the tact, but if he didn't, I would wait for him in prison."
“…”
Zhang Wu was speechless.
Lao Huang was an official and was greedy and restrained, so he was admitted to the prison.
His son is just a commoner, and the chances of ordinary people being imprisoned are extremely low. I am afraid you will never wait for this life.
Zhang Wu had no choice but to remind:
"Be careful when you go out in the future, so that your son will not cause trouble for you."
"Mr. Wu, I know."
Cheng Gou nodded honestly and asked with a smile:
"Today is your birthday, Brother Wu?"
"I?"
Zhang Wu was confused.
I felt a little moved.
Unexpectedly, someone still remembers their birthday.
Da Kun has customs, and every birthday, there is a meeting of wine and food.
"Tonight, I shouted everyone up and the expenses were paid out from the prison public account."
"Okay."
Cheng Gou showed a wretched smile and had not visited the Flower Building for a long time.
"Then Brother Wu, please be busy first."
Watching Cheng Gou leave, Zhang Wu settled the monthly payment income to facilitate the distribution of the money.
After a busy morning, I got up and prepared to go to the kitchen, and saw a letter falling behind the table.
When he picked it up, Zhang Wu laughed.
There were some blessings written on the envelope, and the handwriting was erratic. It was written by Cheng Gou at first glance, saying that there were gifts in the letter.
Tear open the envelope and find that there are several sheets of paper inside.
When he opened it, Zhang Wu immediately fell into silence.
Five deeds.
My family lives in No. 19 Xiguan Lane, and there are three land deeds: No. 18, No. 20 and No. 41.
In other words, Cheng Gou bought all the neighbors on the left, neighbors on the right, and neighbors behind the house at a high price.
The benefits are naturally great.
The safety level can be further improved, so you don’t have to worry about disturbing others and exposing your strength when practicing.
The other two deeds.
One is a janitor in the south of the city.
The other one is the luxurious mansion bought by Cheng Gou for 30,000 taels, which is very close to the Tianzhuo.
The head of the household is all himself.
This gift... really came to Zhang Wu's heart.
He is worried that he has too few places to hide recently.
As the saying goes, there are three holes in the cunning rabbit, and there is only one yard. It is quite easy for others to target you.
Even if you want to hide something shameful, it is inconvenient.
For example, the signature weapon of Lei Tian Dao, the Nine-ring Big Sword.
If you want to pretend to be him, this thing is essential.
But it is not appropriate to hide weapons at home or in the Heavenly Prison.
If you are discovered, it is easy to reveal your fake identity.
There are also boxes hidden in prison No. 199 of the severe punishment area, where things such as night clothes are placed, which are also full of flaws.
If you are discovered by other jailers, you will inevitably have an accident.
Now it's better. Move the box into the mansion. Anyway, it's close to you. When you need it, go out from the tunnel and go back to the mansion and take it.
"Those who know me are Cheng Gou."
Zhang Wu is in a good mood.
Humming a small song, he came to the door of the kitchen.
The snow stopped, the sun shone brightly, and the aroma of cooking wafted out of the room, seductive.
However, Zhang Wuke discovered that the chef's head, Lao Feng, had a bad look, and he had a tense face, as if he had suffered an injustice.
The imperial chef who was sent in the palace to cook for Xiao Jingao was also cold-faced and arrogant, and was frying dishes on his own.
The atmosphere in the kitchen is a bit depressing.
There are many trivial things in life. As long as people come into contact with each other, conflicts will inevitably occur, especially when peers are enemies.
Zhang Wu just pretended that he didn't see their faces, picked up a clean carrot, leaned against the door and nipped it with his back teeth.
“The dishes today are good.”
"Brother Wu, it's ready soon."
Old Feng forced a smile. No matter how unhappy he was, he would not dare to show his face to Zhang Wu.
It was not until he finished cooking that he silently picked up the broom and cleaned the salt and porcelain bowls that had been knocked down all over the floor.
Zhang Wu has always been good at observing.
He frowned at a glance.
The porcelain bowl is exquisitely patterned, and it looks like the porcelain utensils in the palace, which shows that this bowl of salt is used in the imperial kitchen.
But the salt sprinkled on the ground is not the fine white salt.
Give the prince coarse salt?
The imperial chef is very brave.
Zhang Wu's eyebrows gradually tightened.
The color of this salt is a little wrong, not very similar to pure coarse salt.