After Han Jian escaped from the fire, he did not return to the post house or find a place to sleep, but spent the night in a grove not far from Xie Mansion. At dawn, Han Jian was about to come out to see the situation, after a night of tossing, he was a little tired at this time, and the clothes on his body were also stained with fire when he escaped from the fire, and the smoke of soot was pitch black.

The fire in Xie Mansion has long been extinguished, but there are not many people who get up early to go to the morning market, Han Jian inquired in the crowd, it turns out that since last night, the gate of Jinling City has been closed, although there is no martial law, but there are already officials in the big streets of the city who are setting up cards, as if they are arresting someone.

Han Jian didn't know if his escape from the fire was known to Xie Rumo and the people of the Southern Qi court, the fire last night was not small, and his escape was also a little thrilling, a monstrous fire, it is not impossible to burn the bones of people, it depends on whether Xie Rumo and the people of the Southern Qi court believe it.

Han Jian was a little wolf, but after all, he was dressed in a burned brocade robe, and it was still an eyesore when he came out, so Han Jian didn't stay out for long before he found a place to hide again. This time he chose Ordinary People's Lane. Han Jian has always thought that even if he doesn't have a body, he can live well, but at this time, he is penniless, all he can use is a sword, and something like a sword will be easy to be recognized, the best way is to find an ordinary citycitizen's clothes to change into, and even throw the saber aside.

Han Jian's hands are very good, and the courtyards of residents in Jiangnan Water Town are generally low, Han Jian saw the opportunity and went directly to the hospital to "rob" during the day, snatched an old gray cloth that was drying in a certain yard, and then ignored the 3721 sets on his body. As soon as he was covered by the gray cloth outside, the burn marks on his clothes were covered, and his face was a little messy and haggard after running around all night, like a down-and-out scholar.

Han Jian put on his clothes and walked out again, just like an ordinary city citizen, and no one paid attention to his storage. But Han Jian knew that his body was not a long-term solution after all, his official boots had not been changed yet, and it had just entered autumn, and it would be very hot and dry until noon if he wore too much.

Now the expedient measure is to find out the reaction of the Nanqi people after the fire in Xie Mansion last night, and he can see the opportunity to act.

Han Jian came out of Min Lane. So I found a corner of the market and squatted down. The street market in Jinling City is also lively, and there are also lazy and unserious people who come to the street to bask in the sun, and Han Jian does not seem to be an eyesore. Han Jian sat for a while, and there were officers and soldiers constantly passing back and forth in the market. Hurrying.

"What happened?" Han Jian grabbed a passer-by, dressed similarly to himself. Some listless young men asked. Han Jian glanced at the man. I feel a little similar to this person, and this person's identity may be a street pickpocket or a gangster. Mental malaise may also be spent in the gambling house last night.

"I heard that someone from the north was burned to death, and the officers and soldiers sealed the city to find the arsonist." The young man glanced at Han Jian, and probably felt that Han Jian was in a very similar situation to himself, and he was a little in love, so he said.

"You said someone set the fire last night?" Han Jian deliberately lowered his voice, and then learned from Wu Nong, a native of Jiangnan, to say a few words, which would not arouse people's suspicions too much.

"Who knows?" The lively eyes rolled around, looked at Han Jian, and asked, "Little brother, why are you sitting here in the morning?" ”

Han Jian smiled and said, "Come out and bask in the sun." ”

"Basking in the sun?" The young man's face became a little arrogant, "I think you want to rob Lao Tzu's business, right?" ”

Han Jian pretended to be puzzled and said: "I don't understand what Brother Tai means." ”

The man smiled coldly and said: "Let me tell you, you'd better not move your eyes on these streets, here to the Qinhuai River, it is Heng Ye's territory, if you make a casual move here, Heng Ye will know it, and you will have to cripple your hand!" ”

The man said in a somewhat threatening tone and walked away. Han Jian knew that he was warning himself not to be a "three-handed" person on these streets, and this person himself might be a petty thief.

Han Jian shook his head helplessly, although he stole a piece of clothing, he was also forced by the situation, and he would not go to the point of robbing his house. But after thinking about it again, if you want to leave Jinling City safely, in fact, it is not bad to rob the house and make up enough entanglement, and now the focus is to contact Sima Yi and others first.

Han Jian got up and pretended to be a homeless man on the street and walked in the direction of the National Post House. When he arrived at the gate of the National Post House, he saw that the entire street of the National Post House was blocked, and a large number of officers and soldiers blocked the intersection.

When Han Jian heard the news, he hurriedly left the confines of the National Post House. He already felt that the people of Nanqi were already "remedy" for the fire last night, and the news should have spread, and the people of Nanqi wanted to suppress the situation, which was nothing more than making a fuss about the cause of the fire, either causing an accident to the fire, or pushing the fire on someone else.

Han Jian thought to himself, probably the people of the Southern Qi Dynasty would not fight the Wei Dynasty for a fire, if the two countries fought each other, what was the point of the Southern Qi people detaining Yang Xi? But Han Jian couldn't understand why Xie Rumo set fire to him, could it be that Xie Rumo wanted to make Wei and Qi hostile, and he also profited from it?

Anyway, now Han Jian can't count on the people he brings, he wants to leave Jinling, or show up to get the protection of certain factions in Southern Qi, but this will completely put his fate in the hands of others, and even if the people who want to protect him before the fire last night may not let him go at this time. The second way is to hide in the Jinling market, anyway, the people of the Southern Qi also thought that he was buried in the sea of fire, he only needed to find an opportunity to cross the river to the north and return to the territory of the Wei Dynasty, even if he escaped.

Han Jian thought about it, the second way was more appropriate for him now. He is hiding in the market, after all, he can still find a way to contact Mrs. Luo's people or the secret agents sent by the empress in Southern Qi, at this time Yi Die should also be in the territory of the Wei Dynasty, Han Jian only needs to contact Yi Die, and he can go north along the way. As for Sima Yi and Zhang Xing, as well as Wen'er, Han Jian expected that the Southern Qi people would not detain them for too long, and it would not be long before they would be sent back to the Wei Dynasty. Now that he is dead, the Nanqi people will naturally release the envoys back to show that they have nothing to do with the fire.

Han Jian returned to the market, although he had decided to stay in the market for the time being, but there was some trouble, because he was penniless, and it was likely that he could only survive by robbing his house, even if he wanted to rob the house, he could not take advantage of the day, which meant that he was destined to starve first during the day.

A penny is hard to beat a hero. Han Jian rarely carries silver with him on weekdays, and now he knows that the silver is good. Now the only thing that could be worth it was the saber, which could not be sold or used as a substitute for fear of being detected. Except for the sword, his clothes had been burned by fire, and he could not exchange them for money.

"Am I going to starve to death on the streets?"

Han Jian suddenly felt that this was like a real life. The first sixteen years of life were in vain. Yilai's life of reaching out for food and opening his mouth suddenly stopped, and he was a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, if he encountered the scene in front of him when he came sixteen years ago, could he still starve to death?

Han Jian remembered that he was wandering around the city yesterday and had also seen some of the customs and customs of Jinling City. It's a good idea to try to get a job now. He has no way out, so he can ask passers-by directly, and he thinks he is a lonely stranger, saying that his business has failed to make a living, and probably no one will suspect it.

"This benevolent brother has come from afar, exhausted, and I don't know where to find a living?" Han Jian had no choice but to put down his face and grab a middle-aged man who seemed to be honest and asked.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man glanced at Han Jian and saw that the young man in front of him was indeed very "down", so he pointed to the east direction and said, "If you want to make a living, go to the Qinhuai River, there is a boat over there, if the young man has the strength, he can get a few pennies a day, and he can support himself." ”

Qinhuai River?

Han Jian only then remembered that the young man had also mentioned just now that several streets around him were managed by a person named "Master Heng", and "Master Heng" should be a character like a land protector. When Han Jian went to the restaurant yesterday, he noticed that there was a river in the city with a wide surface, and the woman surnamed Qian got down from the carved railing painting boat, and it was also the river that she walked. Could it be that the Qinhuai River?

"Thank you, brother."

Han Jian saluted, because he was polite, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile, and parted, and the middle-aged man reminded again: "To fight the goods, you have to find someone to rely on, although you will share some money to go out, it is better than nothing." ”

Han Jian nodded, and after thinking about it, he roughly understood what the middle-aged man meant. To resist the goods, you have to form a gang, if you can't form a gang, you have to take refuge in others, dry and loose forces are easy to be pitted, not to mention, if you get money, you may be robbed, after all, you are making money to make a living, he makes money, which means that others have no food.

Thinking about this, Han Jian also knew in his heart, he asked himself that his martial arts were not bad, his internal skills were also a little accomplished, and his strength was naturally greater than that of ordinary people. In this way, he can hide in the market while looking for an opportunity to leave Jinling.

Originally, Han Jian thought it was not too difficult, but when he arrived at the Qinhuai River, he found that it was not easy.

There are many ferries on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and the unloading of ships is irregular. Even if there are occasional ships docking, the owner of the cargo has either already arranged the personnel to unload the cargo and resist the cargo, or the ferry head is all taken care of, and Han Jian has nothing to do. This made Han Jian have nowhere to go.

Han Jian watched the ferry for a long time, but he didn't find a "job", so he had to sit on the edge of the ferry first, languishing like a down-and-out person.

Han Jian thought to himself, it's a big deal to starve for a day, and at night to find a rich family to "rob the rich and help the poor", he is poor, and rob the rich to help himself.

Just when he was a little excited, he suddenly heard a person with a strong northern voice asking: "Hey, boy, I see you have been sitting here for a long time, we have a job here, do you want to do it?" (To be continued......)