Qinghe County is symmetrical from north to south, divided into two cities, the inner city is mostly the official eunuchs, mixed with giant merchants, the outer city is the north of the Zhumen big households, the south of the small bourgeoisie, an east-west Weiyang Avenue across the north and south symmetrical central axis.

In the outer city, this street, which serves as the dividing line between north and south, is also jokingly called Longmen. The meaning is simple, the gap between the rich and the poor in the north and the south is huge, and many petty bourgeois small households have a lifelong goal of moving their families to the north, of course, this is also related to the housing prices on both sides, as long as they cross this street, usually the higher the north, and the lower the south, on the contrary, the lower the south.

Therefore, if you live in the south but can move to the north, you can also be called a "carp jumping over the dragon gate".

The rich people in the north of the outer city gathered, but they were relatively famous, and there were only four families that were talked about, namely Feng, Chen, Chu, and Wei.

It is said that these four families are fully qualified and powerful to enter the inner city, but they can avoid a lot of trouble in the outer city, such as not having to rely on people's breath, living carefully, and living conscientiously. Of course, the necessary dots are inevitable. But you can be alone in a corner, in the courtyard of the deep house, no matter how extravagant you are, you don't have to worry about attracting the covetousness of others.

Today, a large number of young men in different clothes gathered in front of the Chen Mansion, the youngest of whom was about twelve or thirteen, and the oldest was only seventeen or eighteen. In terms of appearance alone, all of them belong to the best of the best.

The two teenagers surnamed Mao from before were also mixed in.

"Ahem, what do we need to do later?" Mao Jiuchang blended in the crowd, his right hand clenched into a fist, leaned over and coughed lightly, and asked Mao Honghui, who had been with the old god beside him, in a slightly hurried whisper.

"You'll just have to follow me later. What Mao Honghui said was an understatement, but Mao Jiuchang clearly saw that his calves and stomach were twitching slightly. The latter suddenly had a headache, but at this time, he could only pray silently in his heart that he would not make any big mistakes for a while.

There is a saying that when you are unlucky, you will stuff your teeth when you drink cold water!

The main door of Chen's Mansion was not opened, only a small side door next to it was opened, and when it was close to noon, a middle-aged man with a mustache walked out of the door. The square-faced man was upright, unsmiling, and seemed to be a master who was not very good at talking.

"It's almost hour, so get in line. The middle-aged man put one hand on his eyebrows, looked up at the sky, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on his square face, as if coated with a layer of gold leaf, actually looked more and more majestic.

"Hey, what are you squeezing?" The team that had been agitated suddenly spontaneously isolated a small circle.

Inside the circle, a tall boy with beautiful eyebrows grabbed the collar of another short boy with a tiger's head. The latter was blushing and his neck was thick at this time, but he still argued with his neck, "Who squeezed you?

"Oh, no, aren't you? Are you really not afraid of the wind flashing to your tongue! Boy! Stare at your dog's eyes and take a good look at what shoes I am wearing, uncle? Do you know how much such a straight pair of moire brocade white boots are worth?"

The tall boy spoke in an arrogant tone, counting down on his toes and looking at the half-new cloth shoes on the short boy's feet with disdain.

The short boy was Mao Honghui, and at this moment, the troublemaker who made Mao Jiuchang feel that he had never been afraid of heaven and earth was full of redness, not only speechless, but also cried quietly.

The gap between the rich and the poor is sometimes not something you can ignore by pretending to be indifferent. The justification of language is a little pale in the face of real money.

"Shout, you fucking know that you shed tears and sympathize with you, why did you go earlier? But, pretending to be quite similar!" The tall boy said this, and he blocked the mouths of many teenagers who wanted to be peacemakers.

Mao Jiuchang didn't make the first move in advance, but took a few steps back, because he was worried that the gun would hit the first bird, not to mention that he might not really have any scruples here.

That thoughtful, vicious peer is not like a bastard who gives up easily. Besides, if he doesn't die, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep peacefully. Therefore, no one can say whether he will persistently send people to follow him along those thousands of miles.

Moreover, he thought that this person in charge who looked like a good face should not turn a blind eye.

Unfortunately, the facts are often not superficial.

The young man sighed in his heart, there is no way, and now he can only take one step at a time.

"Let him go, let's discuss something. Mao Jiuchang stepped forward in a few steps, his expression was calm, his tone was gentle, and he lowered his posture.

But people are just a master who eats hard and doesn't eat soft.

"Hey, I see you dressed like this...... Tsk, you two together, right?" the tall young man's pincer-like palm suddenly loosened, and then tightened again, more than before. It turned out that my wrist was a little sore.

"There's something to say!" Mao Jiuchang stepped forward and put a hand on the back of the tall young man's hand.

"I said you......" The tall young man was just about to have a seizure, and suddenly his face changed suddenly, and there was an imperceptible voice in his ears, cold to the bone, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring. At the same time, the back of the hand that was holding the short boy suddenly felt pain, and he naturally let go of his palm.

"If you don't want to die, be honest with me!"

Although this ruffian cruel remark only came from the mouth of a thin young man in cloth, the tall boy always felt in his heart that he was not joking or simply intimidating.

"Are you okay?" Mao Jiuchang stopped looking at the tall young man who was standing on the side, and turned to look at Mao Honghui, whose face was full of tears. The latter, wiping his tears angrily, was obviously angry about Mao Jiuchang's previous death and not saving him, thinking so, the little guy's aggrieved tears couldn't be wiped out.

"Hey, aren't you the self-proclaimed demon king of the mixed world who is babbling on weekdays, why do you still cry your nose?" Mao Jiuchang originally thought that it would be good to provoke him, who would have thought that in this way, the little guy felt more aggrieved in his heart, but cried more fiercely.

The boy felt a splitting headache, but he couldn't think of a good way for a while.

"What's your name?" At this time, a middle-aged man who had been watching the fire from the other side suddenly walked over.

Facing each other at such a close distance, the young man's heart tightened, and he instantly understood that the middle-aged man in front of him was also a monk, and he definitely belonged to the kind of strongman who could crush him with one hand.

"Boy Mao Jiuchang. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed, and there was really no one with such a strange name.

The middle-aged man was obviously a little surprised, but in the end, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

If it weren't for the laughter of so many people here, forming an ethereal and subtle general trend, he probably wouldn't have had any mood swings.

At this moment, the middle-aged man made a move without warning, but as long as this speed reached the level of the cultivator who had cleansed the marrow, he could easily dodge it.

"Bang!"

The boy flew up and vomited a mouthful of blood in the air, and after falling to the ground, he covered his mouth with his sleeve again and vomited blood.

Everyone was silent, Mao Honghui was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't cry for a while, so he hurriedly ran over to investigate Mao Jiuchang's injuries. The latter, gasping for breath, whispered in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you just have a stomach full of anger? Now people are angry for you, are you happy?"

"How can I be angry?" Mao Honghui still didn't want to admit it, and subconsciously wanted to raise the bar by his neck, but he suddenly remembered that Mao Jiuchang's slap seemed to be caused by himself, so he whispered: "If you stand up now, I will forgive you for not being angry." ”

When Mao Jiuchang heard this, he felt that his blood was surging, and he almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

On the other side, because Mao Jiuchang was between the lightning and flint, he subconsciously chose to stand still, and watched the other party slap his palm on him. As it turned out, this almost brainless decision was the right one.

The middle-aged man looked puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he turned to look at the tall young man and asked with a pleasant face, "What did he just tell you?"

"Huh? no...... Didn't say anything. The tall boy looked evasive and spoke, "Oh, he'...... He said that if he has something to say, we will say it well. ”

"Hehe, you're such a big pus!" The middle-aged man first smiled, then screamed fiercely, and slapped his backhand.

"Hmph, let's all disperse, don't choose, it's just the two of you. The middle-aged man first tapped Mao Jiuchang who was still lying on the ground and Mao Honghui, who was half-squatting beside him, with his hand, and then kicked away the tall young man in front of him who was covering his face and sobbing forcibly, and went home with a straight face.

Mao Honghui looked at the middle-aged man's back with some cringe, and muttered, "How can this salary be calculated? It won't be deliberately taking advantage of us, right?"

The middle-aged man who was crossing the threshold moved his ears slightly, and his dangling figure shook slightly, and then stepped on it with a "bang".

Mao Jiuchang watched in horror as the middle-aged man disappeared completely, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at the troublemaker who was still pouring beans in the bamboo tube and chattering, and he felt angry. Isn't it waiting for an opportunity to repair it? Doesn't the book say that jade can't be cut without cutting?

The boy suddenly remembered his spicy and unreasonable sister who lived like an old hen guarding cubs, and his mood, which had been slightly better, suddenly turned sharply. This scene is familiar!

In the purple-smoked room, the square-faced middle-aged man held his left wrist with his right hand and hung it on his waist, and he stood respectfully in front of the bookcase for half an hour.

A scholar-like man with a clear face and a Confucian shirt was splashing ink with a bold move, but the handwriting displayed on the fine rice paper was really flattering.

"Why did you choose them? Isn't there a person who can't figure out the details?" the man in the Confucian shirt suddenly put down his pen and asked.

"The small shrimp with low strength is safe to keep around. The middle-aged man replied honestly.

"So, come and see, how about my words?"

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely, but he didn't say a word after snorting for a long time. To be honest, it's not good, but it's a little more difficult to compliment people with a clear conscience, right?

"Haha, look at you, although the font of this son is unparalleled in the world, you won't be shocked to sweat, right?" The man in the Confucian shirt said to himself, and then walked away happily like an old peasant in the countryside.

The middle-aged man hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands and followed quickly.