The capital city of the Ming Dynasty was naturally prosperous. Feng Zhou rode into the city gate and felt that everything was familiar.
After all, he served as a general in this capital, dealt with civil servants, and spent some time in prison.
He is used to being a gentleman here.
This idea popped up in my mind and I couldn't stop it.
So he frowned and looked around, and sure enough, there were ragged beggars everywhere on both sides of the bustling streets.
"It seems that I followed myself so much that I lost my mind and always wanted to enjoy the life of a wealthy family. No wonder my realm always stagnated."
Feng Zhou thought about it, looking at the beggars everywhere, and his heart moved.
The capital was prosperous, so Feng Zhou could easily take advantage of him. He also bought a courtyard. The courtyard was nice. In addition to a well in the courtyard, there was a flower garden in the middle. There were wing rooms on the left and right, and three rooms in the front.
The blue-tiled house was fully equipped with all daily necessities, which saved him a lot of time in making purchases.
When he came in, he was still a well-dressed young man, but when he went out, he had become a down-and-out kid in ordinary clothes.
He walked out of the alley where the courtyard house was located and turned towards the street. He saw that there were people selling food and drink with lights on both sides, and he couldn't help but smile.
It turned out that after he entered the city, he was busy selling horses and buying houses. It was already dark and he forgot to eat.
Since he wanted to fully experience urban life, Feng Zhou naturally wanted to integrate into it, so he sat down in a place and ate two bowls of noodle soup.
He pushed the stool aside, touched his belly, and nodded with satisfaction.
No matter whether he is a god or a beggar, he only feels real when he is full.
Wandering on the street, Feng Zhou came to the foot of a stone archway and stopped. He saw a poor man with broad shoulders and narrow waist leaning on the stone pier of the archway waving to him.
Feng Zhou sneered at himself in his heart, knowing that he was dressed as a down-and-out young man, and was noticed by the gangster leader, so he walked over. The poor man didn't say anything, just put one hand into his sleeve, and signaled to Feng Zhou again.
"Is this the secret code of the beggar gang in this street?" Feng Zhou saw that his hands were moving in his sleeves. Although he didn't understand what he meant, he generally understood, so he just looked at the poor man without saying a word or smiling.
The poor man shouted loudly and kicked Feng Zhou in the face.
Feng Zhou turned to one side and kicked his foot in vain. The poor man staggered instead.
He became furious, rushed forward, and struck Feng Zhou with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Feng Zhou frowned slightly and dodged slightly. No matter how violent the poor man's fists and feet were, he couldn't even reach the hem of his clothes.
After a while, the poor man had to stop and take a breath.
He looked around and saw that Feng Zhou still had his hands clasped behind his back and there wasn't any fodder on his body.
"Oops, we've encountered a problem!"
The poor man's heart sank, he never expected that the young man in front of him would be so strong.
It turned out to be a silver spear head. His physical strength was so weak that he could no longer hold on after being beaten for only a short time.
So he asked casually: "Why did you hit me?"
The man was originally frightened, but after hearing Feng Zhou's words, he immediately felt at ease: "It turns out that I am a down-and-out young man who has never seen the world. I guess I haven't figured out my true identity yet, so I have to be tough and try again in the future."
Let’s see how to deal with this kid.”
Thinking of this, he shouted coldly: "You are a very skilled boy and can withstand beatings very well. The second master is happy today, so I will spare you. I am not beating you casually. I will let the second master meet you on Fangqiao Street next time."
The second master and several other masters will use whips to peel off a layer of your skin."
After the man finished speaking, he shook his shoulders and walked away.
"He walked pretty fast." Feng Zhou looked at the man's back and smiled faintly in his heart.
Although this man didn't say much, Feng Zhou had already gotten enough information.
This Fangqiao Street is "covered" by this poor man, but judging from his poor appearance and calling himself "Second Master", he is probably a small gang, and they only dare to show their authority over the little beggars on this street.
To put it this way, the entire capital was ruled by the emperor and ministers above, but in the darkness it was controlled by street gangsters represented by this "Second Master".
Of course, this "Second Master" is just a small role, and the "Uncle" behind him is just a rogue leader. There may be more powerful rogues behind them, layer by layer, until the most powerful one.
Or communicate with the palace, or communicate with Jinyi Weidong Factory or something.
What's the point of fighting with high-ranking officials of the imperial court? Everyone is a person who cannot distinguish between black and white.
It's better to have some fun in the streets first.
Once the "Second Masters" are completely cleaned up one by one, it should be the spring of next year.
With this thought in mind, he did not deal with the "Second Master" who had gone away, but walked freely. Unknowingly, he walked back to the place where he had eaten soup noodles.
Just when I heard someone say: "I beg you, please don't stand here! You are covered with scabies, but if you are not sick, who would dare to eat noodles here?"
Feng Zhou turned around and looked around. The person who was talking was the old man selling his noodle soup just now. Standing in front of the noodle stall was a skinny kid with dysentery. After hearing what the old man selling noodles said, he turned around and left without saying a word.
Feng Zhou's heart moved, so he followed him and saw him standing in front of a Chaos stall again, staring directly into the bowl of the person eating Chaos.
He looked very pitiful.
He must be very hungry.
Feng Zhou sighed inwardly, walked forward and patted him gently on the shoulder.
The skinny kid was startled, his whole body trembled, and he turned around with a pair of frightened eyes. Feng Zhou then asked, "Do you want to eat chaos?"
The boy looked at Feng Zhou and replied: "If I want to wait for the rest, I have to wait for the shopkeeper to be willing to pour it to me."
As he spoke, he raised the bamboo tube in his hand.
Feng Zhou asked: "Then I'll treat you to a bowl, are you willing?"
The child just thought Feng Zhou was looking for him to be happy and turned around and left.
Feng Zhou grabbed him, patted the coins in his waist and said, "I won't lie to you, I have money."
Since he was going to work in the market, he naturally didn't have any banknotes or silver with him, only copper coins, about a thousand yuan, equivalent to one tael of silver.
One tael of silver was nothing in his eyes, but it was enough for an ordinary young man to spend for a long time.
The skinny boy was dubious, and Feng Zhou didn't say anything. He pulled him to the side and sat down, and said to the man selling Chaos: "Shopkeeper, give me two bowls of Chaos and four sesame cakes."
The person selling Chaos glanced at him and said, "Bring me the money first."
Feng Zhou was startled and asked: "Others eat and then pay, why do we have to pay first?"
The person selling Chaos said: "This is the rule. How about you go find a place where you eat and pay later?"
Of course Feng Zhou would not look for another stall, because that would only scare away the skinny kid, so he paid the price.
After two steaming nights of chaos were served, the skinny boy believed that this was true.
He was not afraid of burning his mouth, so he lowered his head and started eating. When the bowl was almost over, he turned around and asked Feng Zhou: "Why don't you eat?"
Feng Zhou smiled and said, "I've already eaten it, so you don't have to be polite, just use it."
The skinny boy heard Feng Zhou talking strangely and didn't know what his mission was. He didn't care to ask, lowered his head and continued to fill his mouth.
Perhaps he was hungry. He ate Huan Chaos without feeling too hot, and he was not afraid of choking when swallowing the sesame seed cakes. A gust of wind swept through the clouds, and he put two bowls of Huan Chaos and four sesame seed pancakes into his stomach.
Feng Zhou saw that he was eating happily, but felt a little sad.