Spring is coming and autumn comes, and Zhang Wu's life is very leisurely.
Read books every day, study Xiao Jingao's cultivation experience, and practice Dayu Steps when he is interested. He occasionally goes out to the teahouse to listen to a storytelling, and joins the fun together.
Integrating into the public is also an interesting thing.
However, he did not appear as "Zhang Wu".
He used the internal energy to change his appearance with bone shrinkage skills and turned into an ordinary middle-aged man named Lao Jiu.
A refugee from other places picked up the burden of wealthy families on the way to Beijing, bought an identity and a house for money, and liked to raise mice and listen to operas.
In addition to the money he bought for Wang Reagan, Zhang Wu still had a huge sum of 40,000 yuan.
Without being forced to make a living, who is willing to abuse prisoners and exploit others all day long?
He will not return to the prison until the money is spent.
At first I thought the prison was safe and I had a strong job and had no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life, but the fact is that this profession is not much less dangerous than being a bandit, and it will be washed away every few years.
Although there are reasons for the last dynasty, the court was in turmoil and the power was alternating, and it was rare to encounter in a century.
However, due to the special nature of the Heavenly Prison, many big figures are imprisoned. As long as there is a slight storm, the lower-level jailers will easily be implicated and killed.
After all, a prison guard is just a job. If you earn enough money, you should enjoy your life and be free and easy.
Cao Bin stopped after he got enough money and set an example for Zhang Wu. People should not be greedy and should withdraw in time.
Even Cheng Gou has this awareness.
There is a huge sum of money at your waist, so hurry up and run away to fulfill your martial arts dream.
I didn’t dare to think about it before, but now that I have money, money is the confidence of a man. I will be a hero, and I will be a hero. I will be very happy when I go all out and take a sword to the world.
Dreams are about looking at the wallet, otherwise I will go out and search for it, and I will be red in my face for a few cents. I feel that I don’t look like a hero and it will only make people laugh.
No matter where you are, the officialdom of the world, and all walks of life, you will talk with money.
Honest people can't get into the world. Most people who really want to get into the world want to break the rules, take shortcuts, and get rich quickly.
In the end, most people will choose the method of making money quickly - to rob the family.
Once this path is opened, I am used to making quick money. In less than a few years, I can't say that I will go to the prison for a while.
Most of the targets of these bandits are "Bangmao" who suddenly makes money but has no backing."
The down-and-out nobles make money by trying to make money, but only meet famous wealthy families.
They also have self-esteem and need face.
Ordinary people cannot get into the eyes of nobles and will only become the target of bandits.
The south of the city has always been in chaos, with dozens of gangs of all sizes entrenched. Zhang Wu has seen many leaders of these gangs in prison and has listened to them telling stories a lot, but he has not intuitively felt how messy it is.
Now living here, all the character designs meet the standards of "Bangmao", so naturally, they have to deal with local snakes.
In the past six months, at least five or six waves of people have visited.
The lightest ones only seek wealth, and the heavy ones want to kill themselves, but Zhang Wu quietly took them to the chasm outside the city and buried his head in the ground.
He is often harassed, and Zhang Wu does not feel irritable, but only regards it as giving him a lot of fun in life.
Of course, not all bandits will commit money and kill them, and there are also aliens who are kind-hearted to persuade them.
There is a commercial street in the center of the south of the city. The environment is quite poor, with foul smell, garbage everywhere, and the stinky ditch is full of sludge and no one can clean it up.
But the shops on both sides are quite prosperous, and they can eat, drink, play and have fun.
There is a Xifeng Tower on the corner of the street.
He talks about books during the day and sings at night, and turns into a kiln cave. He has more than ten rooms upstairs, crying every three or two minutes, almost all night.
Zhang Wu is used to coming in the morning, and he occasionally gains something in his practice today, but it was already evening when he arrived at Xifeng Tower.
He must have a guest seat in the building, and he paid the tea money for the whole year, and whether he would come to listen to music or not, he would deduct the money as usual.
He entered the building with a squirrel cage. The beautiful kiln sister was already greeting the guests in front of the door. Her skin was smooth and the gauze was white. Unfortunately, the smell of rouge was a bit pungent and full of dust.
I just found a seat and sat down, and a servant came up to hand in the tea.
It is no longer surprising that someone gives him a drink before drinking tea.
This behavior is very abrupt in other places, only all kinds of strange people in the south of the city are everywhere, and everyone feels strange.
"Uncle Jiu, I haven't seen you for a long time."
As soon as Zhang Wu sat down, a hippie boy came up to say hello.
"Didn't we just met yesterday?"
Zhang Wu seemed to be smiling, and he spoke with an accent from other places.
The boy smiled, thick-skinned, and sat down and said:
"Uncle Jiu, you are here so late. It seems that you are planning to spend the night here?"
"I'll spend the night, it's just so convenient for you to steal your house?"
"How can that be?"
The boy thrust his chest, revealing my serious expression and said:
"I've touched your house a long time ago, and the mice walked in with tears..."
The boy complained indignantly:
"Uncle Jiu, it's not that I said you, do you dare to put half a tael of silver? If you really can't put half a bag of rice, you can't put half a bag of rice. At least don't let my thief return empty-handed, otherwise I will lose face, so I have to come and find him.
you?"
Since he came to the south of the city, except for the tunnel that was secret enough, Zhang Wu has never taken any defensive measures for his family.
Digging traps in the yard, burying iron thorns, and making bells behind the door. At first glance, it was the style of the old man from the world, which did not conform to his personality.
But in order to avoid being poisoned, he never put food at home.
Every meal I go to the street to buy and eat it now, and it is completely random and irregular.
The most valuable thing in the house is probably the only medical books full of cabinets.
But in the eyes of the bandits, they are abandoned like worn-out shoes.
Zhang Wu took a sip of tea and asked leisurely:
"Doesn't you give money? The next step will be to killing people and killing money?"
"How can that be?"
The boy shook his head and said:
"I, Abao, have always only been seeking wealth and not killing my life. I just hope that Uncle Jiu, you can give me some face and let me take away some wealth and go back to hand in the office."
"You are honest."
Zhang Wu praised, took out ten taels of silver from his arms and put it on the table and said:
"Is this OK?"
The bandits in the south of the city all had gang support behind them. Those who had no background came out to steal things and could only be beaten to death.
If the gang members cannot steal things, they will be punished when they go back. The gang will send more powerful people to come to find you, and there will be constant trouble.
Zhang Wu has heard of Abao's reputation. He was only fifteen years old and was already a famous figure in the south of the city. He belonged to the recently newly established Hanhai Gang.
This gang was very fierce. It took only two years to seize one-fifth of the territory in the south of the city, but few gangs were in jail.
If you get to this level, you must not have any support from the official side. Shuntian Prefecture's yamen must have a backer. Maybe the prefect is eating this blood-stained steamed bun.
"Uncle Jiu, you look down on me."
Abao pushed the silver back and said unhappily:
"I am a thief. I rely on this skill to make a living, not a beggar who begs."
“…”
Zhang Wu asked speechlessly:
"What do you want?"
A Bao said seriously:
"You go home and hide the silver and hide it in the safest place you think. Whether you make a trap or apply poison to the silver, I will steal it with my own ability. I will take it away. You will admit it and you can't steal it.
, That's because I can't do craftsmanship, no wonder you."
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Thanks to the book friend [Qian Nianci, who loves to eat peach drinks] for his certification.
Thanks to the book friend [Zheng Yu, who loves to eat stuffed white mushrooms] for his role.
Thanks to book friend [Weiyu Swift] for the inspiration capsule.
There are also gifts such as everyone's sending blades, urging talismans, Bobo milk tea, etc.
I owe you two updates. I have been disabled recently. I will write it down for now and I will pay it back on a date.