He went to Zhang Jiugu's stall to buy cloth, and Zhang Jiugu added something to the cloth.
This sergeant is responsible for delivering letters.
Xu Zhiqiong groped the sergeant's little face several times, and Wu Shanxing became embarrassed: "Zhiqiong, you are drunk. It's getting late. Go back and rest quickly."
"I'm not drunk, I just like this brother. I see that he is always standing by your side. You usually love him very much, right?"
"What do you mean, Zhiqiong, just drink enough, let's meet up another day!"
Wu Shanxing sent Xu Zhiqiong away, while the sergeant stood beside him with a look of aggrievedness.
Wu Shanxing looked at the sergeant and couldn't help but frown.
When did Zhi Qiong develop this hobby?
…
Xu Zhiqiong entered the small dark room, holding his hair, imagining the sergeant delivering the letter.
A picture appeared in front of him, which was the sound of hawking in the market. It seemed that this soldier often went to the market to deliver messages.
The picture was very blurry. Xu Zhiqiong wanted to see it more clearly. Unexpectedly, the picture suddenly switched and Xu Zhiqiong saw a Confucian scholar holding a scroll and reciting.
Who is this Confucian scholar?
Wanting to see more clearly, the screen switched again. Xu Zhiqiong saw a blazing red and heard the sound of impact.
The screen switched again. In front of him was a majestic palace. There was a flickering fire in the center of the hall. Xu Zhiqiong recognized it. This was the Suzaku Palace.
The screen switches and a public hall appears. This is the Dali Temple.
The picture shows cut flowers and a group of soldiers, each holding a spear and a stick, practicing formations. This is the Wuwei Camp.
The screen switches, the lights flicker, and the sounds of exclamations and screams can be heard endlessly. This is Wanhua Tower...
The screens switched rapidly, and Xu Zhiqiong was overwhelmed.
There is no point in watching things like this. Xu Zhiqiong concentrated on trying to see a clear picture. Suddenly, he felt a throbbing pain in his scalp. He stepped on the ground and his body went limp. Xu Zhiqiong fell out of the small dark room.
This time he fell heavily into the alley, and Xu Zhiqiong couldn't get up for a long time.
This was the first time that he was forced to leave the small dark room due to exhaustion. Ultimately, it was because he had just been promoted and was in poor physical condition.
Dusting himself off, Xu Zhiqiong staggered home, then stopped after taking two steps.
He only has two houses, one bedroom and one warehouse. Now Han Chen lives at home, Chang Decai lives there, and Shi Shuangliu lives there.
He went back to sleep with Han Chen, Shi Shuangliu and Chang Decai...
inappropriate.
He slept with Chang Decai, Shi Shuangliu and Han Chen...
inappropriate.
He slept with Shi Shuangliu, Han Chen and Chang Decai...
inappropriate.
All in all, the place is too small to fit in.
Return to Langyuan?
Yilangyuan is spacious and very suitable for resting.
But resting is not necessarily conducive to recovery. Xu Zhiqiong slept for two days and now he is not tired.
What he needs is to adapt to the sixth level of cultivation as soon as possible through the effective operation of the power of imagery.
What he needs most now is to practice without distraction.
He went to Beiyuan and entered the peach blossom shed.
The old shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him: "Xu Qianhu, you are here! I heard that you were resurrected and that you were promoted to a red lantern man. I was happy for several days!"
Xu Zhiqiong took out five taels of silver and put it in the old shopkeeper's hand: "I still want my old elegant room and bring some fruits and wine."
The old shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly: "Qianhu, you can't do this. You still come to my shop because you think highly of me. How can I dare to accept your money?"
Xu Zhiqiong held the old shopkeeper's hand: "Let's not talk about thousands of households, and let's not talk about red lights. According to the previous rules, if I bring money, I will give you more. If I don't bring money, I will pay you on credit.
Do you think it’s okay for it to remain the same as before?”
The old shopkeeper clutched the silver and his eyes were red: "It's the same as before, send Xu Denglang to the elegant house."
Xu Zhiqiong went to the private room on the second floor, lay down on a chair, ate fruit, drank wine, and watched the graceful dance of the dancers.
The power of imagery slowly settled in his thoughts, and Xu Zhiqiong fell into concentration.
Qi circulates between the meridians, and Xu Zhiqiong gradually enters a better state.
There is a slight blockage in the Ren channel, which should be the scar left when the Ren channel burst.
It doesn't matter, and let the Qi machine move gently, up and down, but drifting with the gauze skirt.
The meaning is still different, just a little bit...
A dancer came to Xu Zhiqiong and rubbed Xu Zhiqiong's legs. She went to see some bruises on Xu Zhiqiong's thighs.
"Master Denglang, are you injured?"
Yes, I just fell.
The dancer gently rubbed it, and Xu Zhiqiong's pulse trembled.
The scars are healed.
…
At dawn the next day, Xu Zhiqiong came out of the Goulan shed feeling refreshed and walked around Beiyuan.
My steps are lighter than before, and my speed has improved a lot.
The arms are swung powerfully, and the strength is greatly improved.
How big is it?
Looking at the broken walls of Qierzhai, Xu Zhiqiong felt like he could knock down a wall.
After leaving Qierzhai and walking south, Xu Zhiqiong wanted to go home, but he heard a burst of crying coming from the alley.
A middle-aged woman dragged a young man of fifteen or sixteen and said with tears on her face: "Son, don't go. I knitted some pairs of straw sandals for my mother last night. Let's go to the market to sell them together. Today's
Just eat and you’ll have it.”
There was a little girl next to her, about twelve or thirteen years old, who also pulled the young man: "Brother, I'm going to Wanhua Tower to sing, and some sisters are leading me. They said I can earn sixty cents a night."
"Dare you!" the young man said angrily, "If you dare to go to that place, I will break your legs!"
The woman said, "Son, I can't have much food for my mother, so I'll sell these straw sandals to give you two a full meal."
The young man smiled and said: "Mom, Brother Liu told me that as long as you sign up, you will be given three hundred cash. You keep the money, and I will go out with them for a month. I will give you two hundred cash a day, and you will be paid every day."
If you can’t make money, I’ll just come back.”
The woman said: "Where did you get that skill? Why do people give you so much?"
"If you don't use skills, people will just hire laborers and do hard work. That's what the notice says."
"You can't read, how do you know what's on the notice?"
"We don't know each other, but someone does. The masters in the workshop read it word for word, why can't we understand it? Mom, let's go quickly!"
The family walked towards the city gate.
Xu Zhiqiong hid aside and frowned secretly.
Recruit workers and pay two hundred cash a day?
How can this be?
According to Daxuan's going rate, labor costs sixty cents a day. If you pay eighty cents, you've found a good employer.
Xu Zhiqiong secretly followed the family to the north gate. There were many people gathered under the north gate, including young and strong young men, middle-aged people with gray hair on their temples, and many old people in their sixties.
What is the old man doing here?
Who will recruit them as laborers?
A man walked to the center of the crowd, wearing a red robe, a gauze hat, and a chain forged from fine steel around his waist. On the chain hung an iron plate with the word "bitter" written on it.
This is the official of the Dervish Workshop.
Wearing a red robe, it proves that his official position is in the sixth rank, and he is a national worker like Niu Yuxian's father.
Xu Zhiqiong's guess was correct. Someone in the crowd shouted: "Lu Guogong is here, everyone should stand together!"
Xu Zhiqiong had heard of Lu Qingming, a national worker who was responsible for scraping and grinding. Lu Qingming was very good at sharpening and often repaired weapons for the lamp-master's office.
He stood in the crowd and repeated the content of the notice in the simplest language: "Your Majesty has decreed that Autumn Hunting is coming, and a new palace will be built outside the city. Time is short and manpower is not enough. Therefore,
Gather everyone together and go out to the city to work hard.
I think everyone has done hard work. Fifty or sixty pence a day is not enough to make a lot of money. But His Majesty will not treat us people badly. For two hundred pence a day, you can go and ask around. Is there anything else in the territory of Daxuan?
This price!
We are not picky about age, as long as a man is strong and strong, but there is one thing, we must make it clear in advance, this is an imperial mission, if you go, you must do it to the end, if anyone dares to escape halfway, don't blame Wang Fa
ruthless!"
The woman gave the young man a hand: "Did you hear that? If you want to do it, you have to do it to the end. You are not allowed to come back. Son, don't go!"
"Mom, please be silent and listen to what others say."
What do people say?
Can you understand me?
Even Xu Zhiqiong couldn’t understand it!
Autumn hunting means autumn hunting. According to Daxuan's rules, the emperor had to hunt four times a year, which were called spring hunting, summer seedling hunting, autumn hunting, and winter hunting.
This is not an earth-shattering event, it is just a prescribed action every year. I have never heard of a hunt that requires a new palace.
Besides, when recruiting laborers, at least recruit some who are really strong. What can an old man over sixty years old do?
Not only the old people, but also some scrawny beggars, he asked for it as long as he was a man, and he counted the money on the spot, three hundred coins each!
To say that someone else said this is a liar.
But this was said by the national worker in the ascetic workshop, and he was holding a royal notice in his hand.
The young man was a little hesitant, and his mother was crying beside him.
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and asked the young man in a low voice: "Brother, what do you call me?"
The young man smiled: "My name is Xie Yong, what's yours?"
"My name is Ma Fu," Xu Zhiqiong made up the name casually, "Brother, do you think you can do this job?"
"Why can't you do it! Look, everyone has got the money!" The young man felt anxious as he watched others counting the copper coins.
"I said brother, let's find another way to make a living. You are so young, you are not short of livelihood!"
The young man looked at Xu Zhiqiong's clothes and said: "You are a rich man, so you must not lack this livelihood. I have to support my mother and my sister."
While talking, Lu Qingming shouted loudly: "No matter how many people we recruit today, we will set off at noon. If you exceed the deadline, we will not wait!"
Everyone rushed forward, and Xie Yong rushed up regardless of his mother's obstruction.
He didn't even recruit people in numbers, and he didn't pick and choose them, but he closed them according to the time. No matter what he thought, it didn't make sense.
Xu Zhiqiong recalled what Wu Shanxing said. On the night of the Flower Festival, more than a thousand beggars came out of the west gate and were picked up by carriages.
Think again about the scene you saw in the small dark room, it was red and there was the sound of hammering.
Is that blazing red thing molten iron? Is the sound of hammering the sound of forging iron?
Is this the ascetic workshop?
Could the Penance Workshop be related to the Nufu Cult?
Could it be related to the poisonous insects on Shi Shuangliu's body?
Follow us out of the city and have a look.
But Master reminded me to try not to leave the capital.
But such an important clue cannot be cut off just like that.
Find a helper to go with you.
Xu Zhiqiong returned to the small courtyard and saw that Han Chen was still taking care of Chang Decai.
Chang Decai is in good condition now. He doesn't need Han Chen to take care of him, and he doesn't want Han Chen to take care of him.
Xu Zhiqiong said: "Brother Han, can the mark on Miss Shi's face be decrypted?"
"This is difficult," Han Chen shook his head and said, "The mark was made very carefully. I have tried every means in the past few days, but I can't find a way to decipher it."
Xu Zhiqiong looked at Chang Decai and said to Han Chen: "Are you looking for clues in Miss Shi's face, or are you looking for clues in Miss Chang's body?"
Han Chen rolled his eyes at Xu Zhiqiong: "Since Miss Chang is here, I naturally want to show her some methods, but if I don't have ten days and a half, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make any progress."
"Then don't wait ten days and a half, let's go out of the city to work as laborers."
"What kind of labor are you doing?" Han Chen looked at Chang Decai and said, "Miss Chang needs to be taken care of, and Miss Shi needs to be protected. How can I spare the time to do that kind of thing?"
Chang Decai waved his hand and said: "Doctor Han, we don't need you to take care of our family. Miss Shi will be left to me. Master, if he doesn't come with you, I will just go out of the city with you."
"Miss Chang, you can't go!" Han Cheng took the compass and quickly made a fortune, "There is a bad omen outside the city!"
Xu Zhiqiong glanced at the compass and saw a bloody light.