Outside the inn.

When Li Hongru opened his eyes, he saw that the donkeys around him were all cut out of white paper.

When his eyes were closed, there was a real little donkey in front of him.

In addition to being a little dumb, the donkey is flesh and blood, and it is difficult to see the problem.

He glanced back, only to see Zhang Lie and Qin Huairen politely there, and Zhang Guozi, who sold donkeys, was gone.

"Lord Zhang, who is this fruit?" Li Hongru asked.

"He is an old Taoist of our Yingcheng Tongxuanguan, and he usually likes to subsidize the poor, but he didn't expect to do this donkey business today."

Li Hongru asked the last sentence, and seeing Zhang Lie's extremely natural expression, he generally knew in his heart that this Zhang Lie was probably also blinded.

Give Zhang Lie ten dares, and this county order does not dare to covet the Qin family's money.

"I don't know how long this paper donkey can ride, if it can reach Bingzhou City, it can barely bear it!"

Li Hongru muttered in his heart, but he didn't hide the matter from everyone.

"What, this is a little donkey made of paper?" Qin Huairen said curiously.

He patted the donkey on the head, and when he saw the donkey, he looked at it.

The little donkey's eyes were a little dumbfounded, and Qin Huairen was a little unable to do it for a while.

If you want to see the authenticity of this donkey, he slapped it down and killed the little donkey, and you can see the truth.

"Why don't I try to break the law?" Li Hongru said.

"That's fine!"

Qin Huairen agreed.

If it is not a spell in front of him, breaking the spell will not have any effect, lest he slap it down and shoot a donkey corpse.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble; If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such! ”

A little blue light appeared on his fingers, and then a lot of light spread out like ripples.

'Oh! ’

The donkeys shouted in unison.

In addition to the flesh and blood on their bodies, paper ears were already visible on their heads, and a small tail turned into a paper note, floating in the wind.

"I didn't expect his magic ability to be so high!"

Li Hongru glanced at everyone.

He performed the "Secret Record of Breaking the Arts" again, and after two consecutive times, the donkeys turned into pieces of paper.

Eight pieces of donkey paper fell.

Qin Huairen reached out and grabbed it.

These pieces of paper are cut out with a cutting knife, and the image is vivid, but at this time, when placed in the palm of the hand, it is not as big as a palm.

"We bought eight small pieces of paper for nearly one hundred and twenty taels of silver?"

Qin Huairen looked at Zhang Lie, the stunned county magistrate.

"Zhang County Order, you are a great person on this territory."

Qin Huairen's tone was mixed with some small anger, but also with a hint of admiration.

In the face of national crisis, if there are people who are proficient in magic, it is all needed by the military region and may have a role.

It doesn't matter how old you are, as long as you can do it.

He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for his talent for a while.

"I'm looking for a fruit, this old thing actually deceived us!"

Zhang Lie's face was puffed up.

The small town and county order was difficult, and he fell into the hands of his own hands, but he was still blinded.

The way of ruling is like this, and he is hard to escape the blame for this county order.

It is also fortunate that Qin Huairen and others are not Qincha and real power figures, otherwise he would not have been beaten by the performance.

"Let's go and see what kind of big man he is, who actually coaxed us into it," Pei Nie said angrily.

He was young and vigorous, and he didn't have Qin Huairen's mind, he looked at the piece of paper for a while, and he had already scolded a few times, probably because he was worried that he would fall on his head when he ran on a donkey.

"If we ride and scatter, then we won't fall into."

"In case we fall apart halfway through at that time, we are far away from Bingzhou, and we can't go back to Yingcheng, and there is still snow in the sky, how can we get through."

"This old man who kills a thousand knives, he wants our lives!"

Pei Nie muttered a few words, not lacking anger, but what he said was also possible.

It is impossible for the effect of the spell to remain permanent and not dissipate, and even if it is a stone into alchemy, the stone that turns into gold will eventually return to its original state.

A paper donkey is a paper donkey, and it is impossible to become a real donkey.

Once the effect of the technique fails, it will inevitably turn into its original form.

In a snowy environment, it's too easy to cover up a small white piece of paper.

Some people travel halfway and sleep overnight, and there is a high probability that they will suspect that their donkey has run away, and it is difficult to suspect the donkey seller, and finally suffer this loss.

It's just that it's cracked at this time, so there's something else to say.

Zhang Lie led the way in front, and everyone followed behind.

"He lives in Tongxuanguan, and he lives for a living every day, I didn't expect this old thing to have ghost thoughts."

"The means of fate, I think it's ordinary, after all, most of us are poor here, what can we do to have a good life."

"Besides, if he can really kill each other, how can he still bump into you."

"But his method of magic is really exquisite, I touched the donkey several times, and I didn't notice any problems."

"Fortunately, Master Li has the means!"

……

chatted awkwardly all the way, and Zhang Lie also introduced Zhang Guozi who sold donkeys to everyone.

"Let's find some serious businessmen to buy donkeys in the future, the Taoist temple people like to make trouble, and they can't prevent it."

Pei Nie felt that martial arts practitioners were too disadvantaged, and they might be confused by psychedelic illusions if they were not careful.

The warrior is strong himself, and he is not good at manipulating, so he can only prevent and avoid encountering spells, and only with more and more experience can he avoid suffering losses again and again.

In the past few days, he has lost all the arrogance of a young man, and has begun to become modest and cautious.

"The people of the Taoist temple still have to do something practical, otherwise they won't be able to get by."

Gradually moving towards the Tongxuan Temple, approaching the suburbs of Yingcheng, the number of people on the road gradually increased.

At this time, it was close to dark, and it stands to reason that there were not so many passers-by.

But many people remained silent and walked slowly on the road.

"Zhang County Order, is Yingcheng already so poor?"

Qin Huairen followed behind with a heavy face, and when he looked around, he saw rows of poor people, nearly a hundred people from beginning to end.

These people have earthy faces, thin bodies, and their mouths are tightly closed, and they are extremely silent, for fear that if they say a word more, they will use up the strength in their bodies.

If you count the people who have already lined up and left, then the number is even higher.

These people held porcelain bowls and clay pots in their hands, as if waiting for alms ahead.

"Yingcheng is a little poor, and our taxes this year are a bit tight."

Zhang Lie replied, it seems that this situation has become common.

"Especially this year, when there was a drought, some small households could not make ends meet, so they had to come to Tongxuanguan to ask for some food."

He led everyone forward, only to see that at the front of the line, a small Taoist priest in a tattered Taoist robe was constantly distributing gruel.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

"Thank you, Daochang Zhang!"

……

It wasn't until they received the porridge that the words came out of their mouths.

Some of the warm gruel was in the stomach after a few seconds, and the people seemed to be a little more angry, and staggered away with the bowls and cans.

There are also some people who walk cautiously with gruel in their hands, probably thinking of taking it home.

Thinking about Chang'an's spending, everyone couldn't help but be silent for a while.

After living in Chang'an for a long time, I have seen a lot of people of the same class, and they rarely see this kind of scene.

Although I know that the life at the bottom is different, this different level is too far from the top and bottom.

It is said that today's Datang is moving towards a prosperous era.

But under the prosperous times, there are still so many hungry people.

Qin Huairen and others could not imagine what kind of life ordinary people lived in that troubled era.

And the state taxes were heavy, because there was a khanate that was oppressing, and it had to form a large army and have to draw mounts.

If they can't defend against the invasion of the khanate, the hungry people will turn into exiles, and it will be difficult to get a mouthful of porridge.

"Only by removing the plague will the people not suffer this kind of suffering!"

Qin Huairen thought of the beacon fire in Bingzhou, and only felt that the idea of fame in his heart was a little lighter.

If you want to fight, you don't fight for yourself.

He seems to have somewhat understood the concept of home and country in the "Nine Classics".

"Where's Zhang Guozi?"

Zhang Lie asked the little Taoist priest at the door of the Taoist temple.

This is a small Taoist temple, except for the appearance of an ordinary Taoist temple, and the inner hall is dedicated to the statues of the three Qing gods, there are not many other houses.

There are also several vegetable gardens around the temple.

Under a dilapidated stable, a donkey was leisurely eating hay.

The surrounding landscape was also limited, and everyone retracted their gaze after a few glances, and turned to the little Taoist priest who Zhang Lie was asking.

The little Taoist priest's face was black and gray, and his face was a little clever, and when he saw Zhang Lie, he immediately opened his mouth full of white teeth.

"Official, our Lord Guan didn't talk to you about a deal, why did you come to ask me to Guan Lord?"

"So, he hasn't come back yet?"

Zhang Lie paused, and then looked at everyone.

"Why don't we go into the Taoist temple and sit down, and wait for this fruit."

He just felt that he had gotten into big trouble today.

If Zhang Guozi fled with the money and couldn't find it, Zhang Lie felt that he might have to sell his property to settle the matter.