"Because it's cheap, and it's appropriate."

What Yang Jian values is its cost performance.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Li Xiang looked at Yang Jian and asked.

"Of course, people buy homesteads to build houses."

Yang Jian grinned.

"But didn't you think this was a murderous mansion?"

Li Xiang reminded again.

"I know, but what's wrong with the murderous house?"

Yang Jian was dismissive.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Li Xiang looked at the little pig's head that didn't get in the oil and salt.

"What's so scary? Ghosts are changed by people, can he become more powerful after he dies? Besides, there are no ghosts in this world. ”

Yang Jian came from later generations, he did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, if there was, it was just the ignorance of the ancients, just like his own crossing, in fact, it is just a scientific phenomenon that people have not yet understood.

"You-"

Li Xiang originally wanted to say, why do you always feel so reasonable?

But as soon as the words came out and I thought about it, what Mr. Xiao said seemed to make sense.

"Am I cute and smart?"

Yang Jian tilted his head sideways and smiled.

"Uh⊙?⊙!"

Li Xiang felt a surge in his throat.

How can there be such a thick-skinned person in this world!!

"By the way, do you know the original owner of this house?"

Yang Jian said as he stood on tiptoe and walked to the low-lying place in the middle of the house.

Fortunately, there were unburned bricks and wood, so that the cloth shoes on my feet would not be wet.

"I don't know, but according to the official of the criminal department who investigated the arson case, the owner of the house is a wealthy businessman from the Western Regions, with tens of millions of assets in his family, or he has made enemies in business, or he has been targeted by gangsters for wealth, and a large amount of stone grease has been poured on him, and the fire burned all night before it was extinguished, and the fire was so fierce that even the firefighters and waterwheels could not get close, and everyone could only watch this mansion be burned down."

Li Xiang didn't understand why Yang Jian wanted to go deep into the ruins, but he had to follow him.

"Didn't you leave a single living mouth?"

Yang Jian asked.

"No, the wife and children of the house owner, as well as the house slave helpers, all died that night, and it is said that it was the 60th birthday of the house owner, and the whole family gathered together, but they never thought that such a tragedy would happen."

Thinking that the soul of the original owner of the house may still be here at this moment, Li Xiang felt embarrassed.

"It's a tragedy in the world."

Yang Jian also sighed.

As he spoke, he had reached the center of the depression, and he didn't know what was going on, and as if by magic, he pulled out a huge piece of straw paper from his coat pocket, on which were written several large characters.

Of course, the meaning of the word is more enticing.

"You?"

Li Xiang watched Yang Jian struggle to fix the yellow straw paper on a few wooden boards with millet pulp, but his little arms and short legs were very difficult, Li Xiang couldn't bear it for a while, but still reached out to help him fix the paper.

The spring breeze is slightly cold, blowing yellow straw paper hunting in the wind.

"Let's go have tea."

Yang Jian looked at Li Xiang, who looked puzzled, stood on tiptoe, gently patted the little prince's shoulder, and said.

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Pingkangfang is still Pingkangfang, and its location on Zhuque Street is the same as the location of Sanlitun in the capital today, which is the center of culture and entertainment in Chang'an City.

Naturally, it is also the traffic hub of Chang'an City.

Here, people of all colors, men and women, races, and even, skin colors.

Walking on the streets of Pingkangfang, you can even see people of color from all corners of the globe, in addition to the yellow skin of the people of the Tang Dynasty, you can also see white-skinned humans from the Western Regions and even Europa, and even Kunlun Nu from the ancient African continent of Ye glimpsed in the crowd.

"Hey, is that a show?"

A tall man with an accent that was clearly not from the Central Plains pointed to a sign in a depression in front of him and asked the people who were traveling with him.

At first glance, the man looked like a person from the Western Regions or other countries, with a full beard and curly hair, especially his blue eyes looked so different in Chang'an more than a thousand years ago.

And his eyes were fixed on the distance.

"Master Bruce, that's a sign."

The white-skinned man with deep hair was accompanied by a Han man, who looked like a helper, and he also carried a thick coat on his back, and he was just as curious about Lord Bruce's curiosity.

Because the story that happened on this homestead is still a mystery in Chang'an City, a bloody case, which has not been solved so far, and on this scorched black soil, there are still dozens of unjustly killed souls, no one is exceeded, and no one can be reborn.

For ordinary people, this is a place to retreat even if they pass by in broad daylight. Today, however, it was suddenly crowded with people.

Everyone stood on the edge of the ruins, pointing and poking and whispering.

"Billboards? What does the sign say, Shen Ah Liu? ”

As soon as he heard that it was a billboard, Bruce became interested.

He traveled thousands of miles from Ye's hometown to the capital of the most developed and prominent empire in the world, and he came with a mission, not only to bring back the goods of the Tang Dynasty, but also to bring back what he had seen and heard here.

In his hometown, the Tang Empire, which is a country managed by gods!

"The notice says that anyone who can smash a stone into the pit ten times in a row can get a donkey meat bun from Hu Kee Bun Shop."

After Shen Aliu finished reading, he also thought this operation was very funny.

Who would be so stupid that you throw stones and stones into the pit to get a bun? It would be difficult to say that it is very difficult, but the distance from here to the pit is only three or five zhang at most, and even a three- or five-year-old doll can do it effortlessly.

This notice must be a prank to fool people.

Shen Aliu already had his own judgment in his heart, after all, this is Chang'an City, and there are a lot of fish and dragons, and all kinds of deception have never been highlighted by the renewal and innovation.

"Really? So fun? ”

As soon as Bruce heard this, his blue eyes immediately radiated a brilliant light.

It is said that the Tang Empire is rich in products, and the people are open-minded and peculiar, but I can't imagine that all this is true, and even fools are more different than fools in other countries!

Throw stones into the pit, just throw them in ten times to have a bun from Hu Ji Bun Shop?

Bruce has been in Chang'an for three months, and he already knows the food map of Chang'an City, and the buns at Hu Ji Bun Shop are not cheap.

"Lord Bruce, this is a deception, don't believe it, adults still have important things to do, let's go first."

Shen Aliu is a loyal and honest servant.

He felt that this kind of business was only done by people with their brains in water, not to mention that the owner of this homestead had already died unjustly, and it was impossible for anyone to fulfill the promise about buns.

Blatant deception.

"This big brother, you don't believe you can try."

Shen Aliu's voice had just been heard, but a voice sounded not far from him.

A middle-aged man.

Fat head and big face, but his face is white and tender, his eyes are bright, and he has a white towel on his body.

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