After walking around the city, Zhao Bo came to the pigpen city on the edge of the city, which belongs to the slums, a concave four-story building, where the people at the bottom of the society live, there are clerks and businessmen, they dress up every day, leave to go to work, and then come back at night to continue to live in this dirty and messy walled city.

It's just a wall away from the city, but it's a bit of a slum between heaven and hell, like the slums of Rio de Janeiro.

Zhao Bo avoided a few pools of human excrement, people here are no longer particular, they can urinate everywhere, especially at the root of the wall of the pigpen walled city, it is even more stinky, there is a scene in the movie where the barber openly squats in the corridor to defecate, and there are neighbors playing chess two or three meters away, and children are running around, and the shame is gone.

Entering the pig cage walled city, the people here are busy, although Zhao Bo can't see the meaning of their busyness, but maybe only so busy can make their wandering hearts have some stability.

The four-storey building, the first floor is all storefronts, there are places to sell snakes, grain, oil, rice and noodle shops, tailor shops, cotton shops, all kinds of small trades, these stores serve the entire pig cage walled city, as long as there are people, there will be small trades.

Zhao Bo approached a food shop, and the signboard had four big characters on it, and next to the big characters were the names of various dishes, such as beef porridge, fish fillet porridge, fish egg noodles, etc.

"What do you drink, sir?"

After Zhao Bo sat down, a middle-aged man wearing an apron and sleeves came over and said to Zhao Bo with a smile, he nodded and bowed, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a master, it was really hidden deep enough.

"Beef porridge with fried dough sticks."

Zhao Bo said, and then looked at this porridge shop, there is not much difference between the furnishings here and the normal small restaurant, the only difference is that there are a lot of sticks here, not only there are more than ten rolling sticks of different thicknesses on the board, the wall is leaning on a one-person high stick, I don't know how to roll the dough, and there are five or six sticks hanging horizontally on the wall, this shop can only be seen with the eyes, there are twenty or thirty sticks, if there is no flour or something, you think you have entered a rolling pin shop.

"Okay, sir, wait a minute, I'll be right here."

The shopkeeper said immediately, then took a bowl and went to weigh porridge for Zhao Bo, then picked up two fritters from the oil pot next to him and sent them to Zhao Bo.

"What's the boss's last name?"

Zhao Bo looked at the food in front of him, it was not bad, the white porridge was dotted with bright red beef grains, and the fritters were also fried golden and crispy, the boss's craftsmanship was good, and he was a little really kung fu.

"Don't dare, everyone calls me a fried ghost, just call me a ghost, just ask the guests if they have any needs."

The shopkeeper said very politely while wiping his hands with an apron.

"Boss Ghost, I'll ask you something."

Zhao Bo smiled slightly, he knew it was you, so he would play with you.

"Sir, even if you ask, as long as I know it, I must know everything."

There is only one guest in the store, and Ah Ghost is not busy, so he has the strength to take care of Zhao Bo, a guest.

"I want to inquire, are there any martial arts masters here, I am a martial arts practitioner, and I want to visit martial arts masters from all over the world."

Zhao Bo looked at Ah Ghost and said, since he likes to pretend, Zhao Bo also likes to play with others.

"Mr. is joking, then what other martial arts masters, aren't they all made up, and besides, I'm a person who buys porridge cake fritters, how can I know where there are martial arts masters."

Ah Ghost said with a smile, there was no trace of panic in his expression, but Zhao Bo was still keenly aware that Ah Ghost's body stiffened significantly after hearing what he said, and he still reacted.

"It turns out that the boss doesn't know, that's a pity, since the boss doesn't know, I'll go back and inquire somewhere else."

Zhao Bo smiled and didn't ask, so as not to force this guy to jump off the wall in a hurry.

"I'm disappointed sir, sir."

After the ghost finished speaking, he returned to the board and continued to plate as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Bo also began to enjoy the food in front of him, taking a bite of the crispy fritters on the outside and tender on the inside, and then drinking a mouthful of fragrant beef porridge, Zhao Bo sighed, although the old society is far less than the new era, but in terms of food, it is much more honest, at least there is no gutter oil, and the materials are also pure and natural.

After eating the fritters, he drank the rest of the porridge in one gulp, after Zhao Bo paid the money, he left the porridge shop, a ghost stood at the door of the porridge shop and watched Zhao Bo leave, he looked at Zhao Bo's back, as if he was thoughtful, and then went back to the plate, as for what he thought, others don't know.

Leaving the porridge shop, Zhao Bo walked forward for a while, passed through several storefronts, and came to the door of a tailor's shop, with two model shelves in the window at the door, a suit and a cheongsam, which was the most popular costume in this era.

Zhao Bo pushed the door in, and inside was a slightly chubby man, with a white shirt on his upper body and trousers on his bottom, who was modifying a cheongsam, and he was still wearing a sewing kit on his wrist.

"What does Mr. need, I can make all kinds of clothes here, I have complete fabrics here, there must be something that Mr. likes."

Hearing someone enter the shop, the tailor boss immediately came over to greet him.

"I want to customize two kung fu shirts, I don't know if the boss can do it?"

Zhao Bo casually looked at the finished clothing and fabrics in the store, and then asked, sure enough, it is a rabbit, speaking softly and softly, in this era, it is indeed difficult for others to accept, if it is placed in the new century, it will be much more normal.

"Yes, Mr. can choose if you can't choose, and then measure Mr."

The tailor said that he was not surprised that Zhao Bo wanted a kung fu shirt, after all, this is a tailor's shop, and it is really a normal thing to make clothes here.

"Okay, I'll look at the fabric, I don't know what the boss is called."

Zhao Bo's fingers swiped across the rows of fabrics, feeling the difference in fabrics, and asked the boss at the same time.

"Just call me Ah Sheng, I don't know what fabric Mr. likes? I recommend the cotton, the cotton is soft and goes well with kung fu shirts. ”

Brother Sheng, the tailor, said, and at the same time, he had already taken out the tape measure and started to draw on Zhao Bo.

"Then use cotton, I want to ask the boss about something."

Zhao Bo stood there and let Brother Sheng measure the measurements, and said at the same time.

"If there is anything you want to ask, sir, I will definitely know everything."

Brother Sheng said while measuring Zhao Bo's size.

"I don't know if the boss knows that there are kung fu masters here, I'm a martial arts practitioner, and I really want to find a master to talk about the Tao together."

Zhao Bo looked at the steel rings on the bamboo poles on the roof, the power of the Hong family's iron fist should not be underestimated.