Old man Lin sat under the willow tree in the daytime, looking at the brightly lit banks of the river, stunned and didn't know what he was thinking, tears overflowed his dry eye sockets, and a street patrol soldier walked by, reminding him that it was about to be curfew, the old man nodded in response, wiped his eyes with his thin palms, propped up his cane, and moved towards a lonely house by the river.

"Hey! Uncle, you've dropped something. ”

Old man Lin couldn't forget this voice, he wondered if he was not half afraid, I don't know if it was his happy body that made him indifferent to anything, or if this voice was too light and warm.

The old man turned around, and the young man of the day smiled and handed him a package.

"Uncle, no matter how far apart the father and son are, how long they haven't met, I don't want each other to have such a miserable life."

The old man did not take the package, he lowered his head and opened his mouth, but he could not make any sound, and the night wind blew his white hair like withered grass, as if it had sucked away the last of his trembling strength.

After a long time, the old man finally spoke, crying, like a broken bellows.

"Childe! I'm sorry for you—ah! I know, I know, I can't get it back, but I just want to have a thought, I don't even want my face······"

Yeming was a little at a loss, the package fell to the ground, and things were scattered all over the ground, he had to listen to the old man's incoherent crying, like in the afternoon, but this time the story was too real.

"Alright, uncle, I have to go back." Ye Ming waited for Old Man Lin to cry almost and picked up the money on the ground.

Old man Lin was in a state of malaise, perhaps because of the bitterness that had been held in his heart for a long time, and his face was a little better.

"Childe, you don't blame the old man, the old man is grateful, you can't ask for this money."

"Ah, Uncle told you a secret." Ye Ming deliberately observed the surroundings, and said in his ear: "This is what I took from Jia Yi, you don't want me to return it, right?"

Old man Lin finally took the package, there were a lot of copper coins in this pile of money, as well as four or five silver ingots, and the old man picked out the largest piece, "Childe, this money is originally yours, you must take it." ”

Yeming took the silver ingot and turned to leave.

"Uncle, don't spend money indiscriminately in the future."

"Ugh."

Old man Lin stood in place, watching Yeming leave for a long time, still standing, until a street patrol soldier who knew him told him on the bridge that the curfew time was up, and the old man returned to the house with the package.

The curfew of Linjiang City is usually very late, which has a lot to do with its commercial-oriented policy, when it is almost 9 o'clock in the evening, all the city gates will be closed one after another, but there is one city gate that will be delayed by an hour, which is the east gate between the two mountains of Yulei and Shendi.

At this time, the gates of the city were still open, and the guards interrogated the people more carefully than during the day, and the torches at the head of the city and on the city walls cast the shadows of the soldiers guarding the city on the river not far away, where there was a magnificent scene.

This is the port of Linjiang City, and it is also its most important economic bloodline, which is busy throughout the day, and the port is divided into hundreds of docking areas according to the size of the ships and the depth of the draft, but other land merchant ships must dock at designated locations. There are also boats that have not applied for a place, get out of the main road, dock in the nearby waters, light a bonfire on the boat, a few people sit around and chat, roast the river fresh caught on the spot, and then have a little wine, so comfortable.

In the distant waters, a few fires flashed from time to time, I don't know whether it was a passing ship or a ship coming, no one was worried about being attacked by thieves, because three or four kilometers away from the port, there was a camp of sailors stationed in Linjiang City, it was like a dormant beast, silently looking around the river, waiting for an opportunity to move, and every once in a while there would be a huge building boat rowing across the river, patrolling its territory.

At this moment, huge lanterns are hung all over the harbor, under the reflection of the river, the nearby light is as bright as day, the port deck is a mountain of goods and materials, noisy shouts command the workers to load or unload goods, there are sailors who have worked hard all day, unwilling to rest in the cabin, three or five groups out of the port, towards the shore of the buildings, where inns, restaurants, restaurants, green buildings······ There are all kinds of facilities to serve the sailors, and some of the buildings that are completely unplanned stretch out to the river, but it looks like a miniature water city, but there are three religions and nine streams, and there are many fish and snakes, and I don't know how much dirt is hidden.

The ghost knows how Yeming got here, but he was very happy, after he left the old man Lin and walked slowly down the street, he knew that there was a kind of curfew in this world, he had met two teams of soldiers across the street, and fiercely put down the pedestrians who did not return at night, shackled them with knives, and then were taken away by the carriage with cages that came later.

Yeming was curious at the time, and found a location, separated from these people by a wall, such a close distance, coupled with the ability of the pendant, Yeming clearly understood how terrible it was to violate the curfew, and then he understood how bad his situation was, and to make matters worse, he didn't know the way back at all!

Hiding and hiding, Yeming, finally came to this water city in the direction of the most breath, the breath here is very interesting, most of them are exuberant, flamboyant and fierce types, and the peaceful and ordinary atmosphere in the city is completely different.

Yeming followed the flow of people into the water city, even if he couldn't see it, he could feel that many people were observing him, but he didn't stay long, he was now wearing the coarse cloth clothes given by Li Bo, and there was a piece missing, and this kind of dress inadvertently saved him a lot of trouble.

But trouble always finds itself at the door, and as Lumin was walking, someone from the shop on the left was thrown out and rolled to his feet. A middle-aged man in a robe walked out with several sturdy men.

"A few piles of broken firewood still want to change the medicine, you treat me as a temple!"

"Please, please, I really need medicine!" The man who almost hit the night light climbed to the bottom of the steps, he was dressed in a brown short coat, with a sickle pinned to his waist, and kept kowtowing, "I will send you firewood every day in the future, and I will pay it off!" Have mercy on you, please! ”

"Do you see clearly?" The middle-aged man patted the plaque at the door, "No credit." ”

"No money, no money, come back when you save enough money, don't stop me from doing business." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the strong man next to him pulled up the kowtowing man and threw it aside, the man struggled violently, and was beaten again, and finally lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"Hey, hey, those who sell plasters, throw them away, the old lady still has to do business." The people here seem to be used to seeing such scenes, and they don't even have the interest to stop.

"You said you came to ask someone for medicine, but look at the way you look now, get away! Why don't you wait for dawn and go to the city to beg those good people, here, only recognize money! The middle-aged man kissed the jade wrench in his hand and turned to enter the store.

"I want to get the medicine, I must get the ······" The woodcutter's disguised man was coughing and struggling to get up, his body was covered with bruises, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.