As everyone spoke, a group of scholars walked by, all dressed in cyan Confucian costumes, about twelve or thirteen people, all of whom were eighteen or nineteen years old, and they came to the gate of the city, and the officers and soldiers guarding the city said a few words to them, and then waved their hands, and let these people in without checking. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The middle-aged vendor snorted: "It's better to be a reader, you don't have to queue!"

The long-bearded man smiled: "So, everything is inferior, only reading is high!"

The middle-aged trader said angrily: "That useless scholar is a scholar, how do you explain it?"

One of the people behind said: "Yes, what's so great about the scholars, there is no good thing, they all dig up the graves of the dead and steal the dead people's things for themselves!"

Someone asked strangely: "You're talking about tomb robbers, why did the scholars steal things from the dead?"

The man said: "They are full of mouths, isn't this what the ancients said, tomb robbers steal things, they steal ideas, damn, Lao Tzu never believed that there were sages in ancient times." ”

They say that they despise scholars, but in their hearts they think that their children can read and gain fame.

While speaking, another horse team crossed the queue and went straight to the city gate, and the middle-aged merchant pouted and said, "See, this is a local from Songjiang Mansion, and their caravan will not be interrogated!"

Someone shouted: "This is not fair, we are all in business, why should we discriminate against outsiders!"

Someone in the team echoed: "Yes, why, these people who have suffered a thousand cuts, are the locals amazing!"

At this time, a young man in green at the back of the line suddenly said: "Scholars, locals, don't you have to line up?" The young man had a scholar's scarf tied on his head, a green shirt on his upper body, and a pair of light gray trousers on his bottom.

As soon as the young man's words came out, everyone's eyes shot at him viciously, and the young man wanted to say, then let's go directly to the city, but the second half of the sentence didn't dare to come out at this time.

A woman's delicate voice behind the young man said, "Yes, master, what are we waiting for here?

Another teenager's voice said, "Yes, boss, we're not here to do business!"

The middle-aged trader saw that the young man was followed by two young girls, both of whom were seventeen or eighteen years old, the two of them were beautiful and green, and they looked as beautiful and lovely as the little girl next door, he couldn't help but rise with jealousy, rolled up his sleeves and said: "Look, what does this kid wear, he still dares to call himself a scholar!"

Someone in the back scolded: "Yes, this kid must be Xiao Ah San of Songjiang Mansion, deliberately wearing this kind of strange costume to show off the market!"

The young man's face was slightly embarrassed, he didn't go, he didn't go, he didn't go, and he had a very innocent expression.

"Beat up, beat this guy to death!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and the vendors in the back of the queue were already angry, and seeing that they couldn't enter the city until the night, they found a punching bag, how could they let it go, and waved their fists together to surround the young man and his party.

A companion who followed the boy scolded: "These people are all stumbling brains!" He spoke the dialect of Changshazhou, and he thought that no one could understand it, but someone in the crowd immediately shouted: "This kid scolded us, he is from Changshazhou, and he scolded us for having a brain problem!"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "The turtle from Changshazhou and Xiao Ah San of Songjiang Mansion have gotten together!"

A young girl stood in front of the young man, pointed at these vendors and said angrily: "You are unreasonable, my master is willing to line up here instead of taking a shortcut into the city, what is wrong?"

Those vendors were angry, and at this time they were purely looking for a place to vent, and as soon as the girl said it, someone immediately asked: "Who are you, are you the aunt of the Ah San family?"

Another humanitarian: "There are many rich people in Songjiang Mansion, and they are all annoying!"

"Smack!"

A crisp slap sounded, and the face of the person who said that the girl was the aunt of Ah San's family suddenly bloomed, and he sat down on the ground with his legs kicked, shouting: "Ah San beat someone, Ah San beat someone to death!"

The crowd immediately became angry, some grabbed the young man's shirt and slapped him in the face, some kicked him, and some used flat poles and other objects in the back to find an opportunity to go up and smoke a few flat poles.

This young man is naturally Wu Fei, he took Lin Xihan's only two remaining Jiaoyun stones, flew to Suzhou Mansion with everyone, and hurried more than 100 miles away, and finally arrived at the city gate of Songjiang Mansion.

Wu Fei's dress was Yan Chang's outfit for him, because he handled chores for Zhu Kaixiao and didn't have time to buy clothes by himself, so this errand was handed over to Yan Chang and Haozi, the two of them had a bad eye, and the clothes they picked were nondescript, but Wu Fei was not strange on the Tianxing Continent, and he didn't feel that he had to wear Confucian clothes, which caused controversy and was used as the object of venting.

At this time, Wu Fei didn't fight back, he didn't fight back, he was squeezed in the crowd, his face was sucked a few mouthfuls of phlegm, and he also received a lot of old punches on his head and body, and there were even more boring people, pushing and shoving, and tearing his clothes.

Although Sisi had powerful fists and feet, but so many people were crowded together, she couldn't shoot at all, and in the crowd, she felt that her ass didn't know who touched her, so she was so anxious that she shouted: "Master, master, I want to kill, I want to kill!"

Wu Fei squeezed out of the crowd with all his might, and said, "Sisi, calm down, don't be impulsive!"

Yan Chang saw the opportunity quickly, and as soon as he saw that something was wrong, he immediately pulled Lin Xihan and Haozi to the side.

Haozi said anxiously: "Brother Chang, the boss won't be killed by them, right?"

Yan Chang snorted: "Just kidding, if the boss makes a move, it's good not to kill them to tell fortunes!"

Although those people seemed to hit Wu Fei, they all felt that they didn't hit it, and obviously slapped Wu Fei in the face, but it was empty, but Wu Fei was still embarrassed, he couldn't use spells to escape, so he could only dodge in the crowd.

Suddenly, there was a scream from behind the crowd, and someone shouted: "It's not good, the thieves are coming, everyone run!"

When the chaotic crowd heard this shout, they immediately scattered, some rushed to the city gate, and some jumped directly into the moat.

I saw that on the north avenue of the city, the vendors who had been waiting were running around in panic, and a group of Japanese people with flashing knives behind them were chasing and slashing people with long knives in their hands.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw it, they hurriedly pulled up the drawbridge regardless of the vendors outside the city, and many of the vendors cried and cried for their mothers, and they either jumped into the river or faced the thieves, and there was no way out.