Chapter Eighty-Three

In the morning, Qingshui Street was already lively. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Yesterday there were apparently a lot of deaths here, but pedestrians, residents, workers, etc. did not care, and they were no stranger to the dead.

For them, the most important thing at this stage is to restore the original building.

In one of the dilapidated shops, a figure suddenly appeared.

This man has a somewhat rickety figure, and his face is haggard and full of wind and frost, and he looks like a person who lives an extremely difficult life. But the strange thing is that his hands are very white, and his skin is delicate, which contrasts sharply with his body and face, which makes people feel awkward.

As soon as Yang Jing appeared, he ignored the surroundings and quickly walked out of the hole.

He had observed it before he stepped out of his backyard.

The backyard does not exist in the real world, and outsiders cannot see or even touch it.

You can see the outside from the inside, so he usually observes before he appears.

Walking on Qingshui Street, seeing that the Surprise Gang was patrolling, Yang Jing didn't make trouble, lowered his head and walked slowly.

The entire Qingshui Street had just been knocked down, and although the gang was excited, they also knew that now was the time to digest these territories, and it was absolutely not advisable to make trouble.

What's more, Yang Jing is playing like this, which is not enough to attract people's attention, and he will ignore it after a little sweep.

This is normal, not everyone sees something and connects it with something.

It's not that Yang Jing doesn't want to go fast, it's that his legs and vital points have been hit hard, and the vital points are still red and swollen, and it will take a day or two to completely recover.

Cross Clear Water Street and head to a street separated by two streets, which is very clean and narrow, and the surrounding houses are even more crowded, and even the yard is gone.

There are always very poor people in every city, and not every house with yard is available. Some have even been sold to form cramped houses.

Yang Jing walked a few hundred meters and came to a door with a stone mortar at the door, glanced around, and when he confirmed that there was no one else, he knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and I saw a middle-aged woman with a wrinkled face open the door, and when she saw him, she showed a puzzled expression: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm here to find Wang Zichuan. ā€

Saying this name, Yang Jing vomited for a while. is a shopkeeper, and he also takes the name of a prince, which is really laughable.

"Ah Chuan, someone is looking for you. ā€

The woman turned around and shouted into the house, and then said to Yang Jing, "Come in first, Ah Chuan is in the house." ā€

"Okay, I'm sorry for you. ā€

"No hassle. ā€

It was a very narrow living room, with a few tables and chairs that were a little worn, and there was plush on the table and a freshly knitted shirt, which was obviously the woman's previous busyness.

A door curtain next to him was removed, and Wang Zichuan walked out of it, and when he saw Yang Jing, he showed a slightly puzzled look.

"It's me, yesterday's restaurant. ā€

As soon as Yang Jing's words were spoken, Wang Zichuan showed a clear look, and then became extremely curious.

He has a good memory, and the voice that has spoken in his ear is easy to distinguish.

He remembered Yang Jing's voice, not to mention that there were hints.

"Childe is here, please come inside. ā€

The woman on the side said, "Ah Chuan, I'll make tea." ā€

"No, I'll be gone soon. ā€

"This, it's rare for Achuan to have guests come to the house, why don't you have lunch here, I'll go burn it." ā€

Yang Jing hurriedly shook his head: "I really don't need to, I'm also in a hurry." ā€

"Mother, you don't have to worry about it. ā€

Wang Zichuan hurriedly stopped, what kind of joke, Yang Jing casually gave him 1,000 taels of silver to buy ingredients, how much does it cost to invite him to dinner, where can he support it. What's more, the other party may not look down on it, so why bother others and make it difficult for themselves.

The woman looked left and right, and finally shook her head and sighed, "Okay then, you guys talk." ā€

Wang Zichuan respectfully invited Yang Jing, Yang Jing glanced around, and followed into the back room.

He wasn't afraid of whether Wang Zichuan had bad intentions, anyway, with his strength, even if he was seriously injured, he could kill half a step of innateness. If it doesn't work, it's a big deal to escape into the backyard.

The inner rooms are also not big, but they are separated by walls and divided into kitchens and bedrooms, which is enough for five or six people.

"Childe, all the ingredients I quietly bought last night were brought in, but my house is too cramped, so I can only put them in the basement. ā€

Wang Zichuan said as he walked into a bedroom, and there was a relatively strong smell inside. No way, the home is small, there are furnishings everywhere, and the ventilation is insufficient, so naturally it is like this.

Yang Jing held his breath and didn't say much, watching the other party open a wooden board under a table, revealing the basement inside.

He was a little funny, this shopkeeper was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his mind was not small. Getting a basement in the bedroom is probably not only for expanding the territory, but also for self-protection, just in case.

followed down the basement, the space here is not large, only a dozen square meters, full of some ingredients, looking very fresh, you know that this guy has spent a lot of thought.

"Childe, these only cost more than a hundred taels of silver, and I don't dare to buy them after that, for fear that if you come late, the ingredients will spoil. ā€

"Yes, I'm satisfied. ā€

He nodded, checked the ingredients, and waited for the cold storage to open. Seeing that the opening time was up, with a wave of his hand, all the ingredients disappeared without a trace.

When Wang Zichuan saw this situation, a strong expectation flashed in his eyes, but it soon dimmed again.

Seeing that this person reached into his arms and took out a stack of silver tickets, Yang Jing waved his hand: "These silver tickets continue to stay with you, and I will ask you again in ten days." By the way, there are still two thousand taels here, so by the way, help me spend them all. ā€

"Ah, Childe, it may take several days for so much silver to buy ingredients. But in this way, some ingredients will spoil after a short time. ā€

"Then you can find a cold storage and extend the time. Seeing that the other party was embarrassed, Yang Jing didn't know what he thought, "Don't worry, the rent is counted here, and one hundred taels of it is your reward." ā€

In fact, the best way is to give him the storage bag he got from Li Yunfei, but the storage bag is too precious, and Wang Zichuan may not be able to withstand such temptation. And the bag doesn't have a lot of space, so it can't hold so many things.

Wang Zichuan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Childe." ā€

"You're welcome, help me do things, I naturally won't make it difficult for you. ā€

Looking at the young man's happy appearance, Yang Jing couldn't help but think of his seventeen or eighteen-year-old self. When he was in high school, he was crazy in his second year of secondary school, and he had too many future visions and self-affirmation in his mind.

But look at Wang Zichuan, in order to survive at a young age, he has become so mature, the gap is really too big.

But he forgot that he was only sixteen years old now, a year or two younger than the other party.

Thinking of this, I felt some impulses in my heart for no reason: "By the way, your strength is still too poor, you keep this exercise, what kind of appearance you can practice, it all depends on your own ability." ā€

The three words "Crazy Bear Strength" do not have a wild feeling, but the handwriting is beautiful.

And the paper is still brand new, apparently copied by a woman, and it was not so long ago.

This was transcribed by Yang Sisi, who had nothing to do, and wanted to write to pass the time, so she simply asked him to transcribe.

Not only "Crazy Bear Jin", but even "Galloping Horse Jin" and Yang Sisi's handwriting cultivation "Feiyan Jin" have copied several copies.

This set of martial arts is a high-grade martial arts, and it is very precious to civilians. It's just that Yang Jing can't use it, and women are not very suitable for cultivation, so they don't worry about it.

"Thank you, Childe, but there is a sending, and I will never give up. ā€

Wang Zichuan knelt on the ground and said solemnly.

"Alright, it's enough to get things done. ā€

Yang Jing shook his head, he didn't say some things, it was really the other party who was only the day after tomorrow, and he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his future potential was limited. But you can't just hit people, otherwise it's too much.

Walking up the stairs back to the bedroom above, my body was shocked.

"I don't see, you're still a little sympathetic. ā€

This is a very ordinary-looking woman, who looks about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and has a good figure.

Yang Jing regained his composure, and said as he walked towards the outside of the house, "Why are you here?

"Hey, you still recognize me?"

"Nonsense, you, forget it, I'm too lazy to mention this. ā€

I habitually wanted to flirt, but thinking of the ferocity of this woman, I gave up.

He Ru understood after a little thought, and gritted his teeth: "You have the ability." ā€

Wang Zichuan, who was behind him, walked into the bedroom and was surprised when he saw the two people who went out together. However, the shopkeeper was not in vain, and some taboos were also clear, so he simply didn't see it, just followed them to send them out.

Bidding farewell to the woman who was still weaving, the two walked down the street together, both of them were ordinary people, and they didn't look inconspicuous, so naturally no one cared.

"Aren't you curious, what am I looking for you for?"

"If you want to say, you will naturally say, not to mention that I will follow you, anyway, everything will be clear by then. ā€

"Well, you win. ā€

Taking a deep breath, He Ru felt that the unhappiness in his heart still couldn't be suppressed.

The current Yang Jing is like hob meat, and her attitude is bland and indifferent, which really makes her unhappy.

She knew that it was the other party's stinginess, and she remembered her last threat, so she reacted.

However, she was alone and needed help, so she could only endure it.

The two walked out of the street in silence and got into a carriage under the leadership of He Ru.

The carriage walked leisurely, looking at He Ru opposite, bored, and curious: "What is your name?"

"He Ru. ā€

"Come less. ā€

"It's He Ru. ā€

"Okay, whatever you want. ā€

Seeing Yang Jing deflated, the corners of He Ru's mouth grinned slightly: "Don't worry, I've always been credit-worthy, you did a good job this time, I decided to reward you." ā€

"What reward?" Yang Jing's eyes rolled, thinking of Yang Sisi, and couldn't help but say weakly, "Beauty?"

He Ru didn't respond to him, just looked out the window, Yang Jing understood what she meant, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.