Walking through the shops, I saw that most of the men inside were busy, the hotel guys were carrying water, burning fires, chopping wood, and shouting in the streets, and the builders were picking bricks, mixing ash, and carrying wood, and the lime was poured with water, and the white smoke was billowing from the horns, and the streets were filled with white smoke, and people were doing their jobs, and no one paid attention to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lingwa looked at it as he walked, he saw those guys, the bucket carrying water was bigger than two at home, and the wood they carried was thicker than their waist, several zhang long, and they secretly exhaled in their hearts, thinking that I should do this work, can I do it? How long can I last? How much silver can I earn on this day?

Before I knew it, it was noon, and I also walked to the south gate.

Seeing that there is a large open space at the south gate, full of people, like a free market, I heard the noise of people from afar, and when I got closer, I saw that it was a big market for people to sell all kinds of daily necessities, what bamboo, wood, handmade gadgets, needlework and embroidery, etc., there were also hawkers on the roadside to support a bamboo strip, for people tea, flour cakes -

Lingwa bypassed the crowd, walked to the base of the city wall, passed the strict city gate, and found that there were a few crooked old trees not far away, there was a hanging well under the tree, and a thick wooden stake was planted next to it, and several children were surrounding a middle-aged man to watch him carry water.

When I saw the water, I couldn't help but feel itchy in my throat after walking for a long time, so I walked over and asked the guy who fetched water for a bowl of water to drink, then took out the morning bread, chose to find a stone to sit down on behind the crowd, and slowly nibbled on it while looking at this lively market.

Not far from the entrance of Da Nan Street in front of him, there is a bamboo stall, the bamboo pole carries a rectangular white cloth, the book "pig blood is prosperous", next to it is a large stove made of soil in a bamboo basket, a big pot on it, the stove is burning in the blazing fire, and the white smoke on the pot bursts.

In front of the stall sat an old man who looked good, and that old man immediately attracted Lingwa's eyes! I felt like my grandfather's old father? The Yan Ci face, the thin face, and the black robe, the difference was that this old man had gray hair, but he had a finger-long black beard! Although he was old, he was neat and clean, and he was in good spirits, and he was immersed in small handicrafts, and he looked up at the people who passed by from time to time.

Seeing it, he couldn't help but stand up and walk over, wanting to see what was going on?

Sure enough, it was a fortune teller, there was a small wooden table in front of him, a small bamboo pole was inserted next to the table, and the word "fortune telling" was written on a blue cloth, and there was a tube of bamboo sticks, pen inkstones, stone rulers, and a bunch of small bamboo strips on the table, and a few small birds with wings spread, which attracted the two little boys who were dirty and had flowers next to them for a long time.

What made Lingwa feel strange was that in front of his small table, there was a small bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket contained most of the basket of mung beans?

Lingwa stood next to him for a while, and when she saw that the old man didn't pay attention to him, she couldn't help but ask,

"Is the old master doing business?"

The old man just buried his head in the bamboo strips and ignored him. He thought that the old man had not heard, so he squatted down and asked again through the small table,

"Master, is this mung bean sold?"

Unexpectedly, the old man changed his previous kindness and showed a fierce look,

"Do you care if I sell it or not?"

This sentence is like a basin of cold water on the face of the Lingwa, it is boring, stand up, it is not good to speak again, I am afraid that the old man will be angry again, and I thought, are the people of this psychic country so ignorant of fireworks in the world?

When he was about to turn around, the old man spoke,

"Big and small, standing in front of other people's stalls, do people still do business?

This pointed to Lingwa's heart again, and he couldn't help it, so he asked rhetorically,

"Old man, I don't have you to talk like that! I want to look at my face, can't I buy mung beans? Don't you want to do business? How do you know I'm here to join in the fun?"

"Bring the money!" the old man said coldly, stretching out his old hand in front of Lingwa!

This stretch of hand did point to the death hole of the spirit baby again, pretending to reach out and touch it in the pocket, a buzzing sound in my head, thinking that I am a visitor from outside the mountain, I have only been here for a month, and I have been locked up in that courtyard, and I have not seen what the money here looks like? What shall I give you?

"Oh, this, this, I really didn't bring it! But I don't live far here, and I can't delay you if I ask for the price and go back to get it!"

"Have you ever seen money?" the old man withdrew his hand, smiled coldly, and continued to play his little tricks.

"Hey, old man, don't look down on people so much! I'm so young and strong, and my body is sound, no matter what, it's not a problem to tell my fortune and buy two catties of small mung beans, right?"

"Boy, don't brag, just earn that suit of clothes on you, right?

When Lingwa heard this, her face turned red to the root of her ears! She thought to herself, how could this dead old man count me out of everything? Is he even more powerful than my grandfather? He knew that I was wearing other people's clothes? There are many people wearing this blue robe, and it is not special?

"Okay, okay, you're amazing! Master, let me tell you the truth, I'm really penniless now, and my food, shelter, and clothing are all someone else's! So I want to come out and find something to do, what do you think I do? Can you give me some pointers?"

Lingwa simply said frankly, I don't have to pretend anymore, and it's not a shame to be honest.

"Oh, boy, you hurry up and go aside! The old man saw that you were a visitor from the outside world, his face was full of murderous anger, yin and yang were not right, it was not the old man who was fierce, it was you who had already affected me!"

Lingwa was startled, thinking, how can I affect you? I didn't take you, I didn't rob you, I just said two words, how can I be involved?

He also thought, I, I, my explanation a few words, but the old man scolded again, so he had to stop, looked up and saw the boss of the shop next to him shaking a big shovel in his hand, and he was also looking at him, so he had to say nothing and walked aside. I think you are a local cow, and I can't mess with you!

At this moment, several soldiers at the gate of the city suddenly shouted,

"Dodge, dodge! Dodge--Luo Sangongzi is back, Luo Sangongzi is back-!"

As soon as everyone heard that Luo Sangongzi was back, they flowed to both sides like water from a sluice gate, and soon left a road in the middle, leading straight to South Street!

After a while, I saw a group of people and horses, slowly entering the city, and the soldiers at the city gate lined up to greet each other.

Lingwa was crowded in the crowd, and was also looking at the city gate, only to see the first young man, about the same age as himself, sixteen or seventeen years old, riding a tall white horse, wearing a big red robe, wearing a golden crown on his head, and a treasure embedded in the crown, shining in the sun, rectangular face, upright facial features, heroic posture, scanning the crowd on both sides with a pair of big eyes, with an arrogant expression, a long sword hanging on horseback, and a carved bow and arrow barrel, with a bow and arrow inserted in it, it seemed that he had come back from hunting.

Followed by a group of young soldiers, as many as fifty or sixty people, all of them riding big horses, some wearing armor, some wearing civilian clothes, immediately carrying all kinds of prey that they brought back, wild boars, foxes, wild sheep, wild deer, all kinds of pheasants, wild ducks, hares are countless, except for Luo Sangongzi, almost everyone has no empty hands!

Lingwa was secretly surprised, thinking that there are so many wild things here, enough for these people to eat for many days!

The team swaggered across the square, and when they reached the South Street entrance, the road suddenly narrowed, and there was a soldier's horse near Lingwa's side that was squeezed to the side.

The horse kicked one of its hind hooves in the fortune teller's small bamboo basket, a large basket of mung beans was suddenly sprinkled all over the ground, the horse was still retreating, as if frightened, the soldiers couldn't pull it at all, and they were about to hit the pot stove next to the blood, the pot stove was blazing, a pot of boiling water, and there were all people next to it.

Lingwa was next to him, saying that it was too late, he didn't think much about it, he rushed up with an arrow step, his hands were lucky, and he lifted it hard at the horse's buttocks, and this arm strength was like pushing down the boulder on the cliff before, only to see that the horse's hind legs were immediately weak, and the ass and people and things fell to the side, and the frightened back horse retreated again and again!

The soldier also fell off the horse heavily, the gray round hat rolled to the side, he got up, didn't care about picking up the hat, led the horse, angrily picked up the animal skin whip in his hand, walked to the Lingwa, raised his hand is a whip, hit the Lingwa's arm, Lingwa glared at him fiercely, the soldier wanted to fight again, Lingwa instinctively took two steps back,

When he saw that he could not beat him, he ran to the old man again, raised his whip and struck, scolding as he struck.

"Old man West, you are looking for death!"

Just about to swing down, but the whip raised seemed to be stuck in the air, and he couldn't pull it, and when he looked back, he saw Lingwa standing behind him, pinching his whip with one hand, and looking at him angrily.

The guy was even more angry, turned around and punched and hit, Lingwa was quick again, and stretched out his hand and pinched his fist, these little soldiers, although they were tall, seemed to show a lack of nutrition, and they couldn't move when they were pinched.

Now that guy felt embarrassed, so many people watched, even a civilian can't handle it, how can he mix in the barracks and palace in the future?

Lingwa's anger value has also been completely ignited, I want your skills to pinch your hand to know, you hit me, I won't beat you, I have already given you enough face, what do you still want?

Before he could get up, Lingwa got up and put his right foot on his chest, and the man threw his head back and flew directly in the direction of the city gate.

Lingwa's kick was indeed vigorous, kicking the man out of a foot away, falling heavily to the ground, snapping, and turning on his back in pain, unable to get up for a long time-

There was a commotion in the crowd, some applauding, some stopping.

Lingwa was about to turn around to see how the old man was, but as soon as he turned around, there was a snap, and a whip hit him in the face, and suddenly his heart was painful, and his eyes flickered, he covered his face and took two steps back, and opened his eyes wide.

The red-robed young man, like a giant, stood in front of him, motionless!

"Blind your dog eyes, eat Lao Tzu, drink Lao Tzu, live Lao Tzu, wear Lao Tzu, and now turn around and beat Lao Tzu -- a dog that can't be fed! Lao Tzu will show you today, what is the master beating a dog!"

The young man pointed at the spirit baby with a leather whip and scolded fiercely!

Lingwa has only come back to his senses now, it turns out that he is Luo Shuai's third son! I have heard of it before but I have never seen it, and as soon as he saw me wearing his clothes, he knew that I was also a guest of his family!

I was full of remorse in my heart, and I was ashamed of myself, thinking that I had known that today, I shouldn't have come in when I died-

At this time, the fortune-telling old man felt that the matter was getting bigger, and couldn't help but step forward to plead, laugh with him, gently pull the sleeve of the third son, and said,

"Okay, okay, the third prince is angry, angry, you have a lot of adults, don't be like these villains! It's all the old man who is not good, blocking your way, the old man is here to apologize to you! The old man has good mung beans here, all of which are planted by Xiaosun himself, just peeled out, fresh enough, the old man packed it for you to the house, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, the third prince flicked his sleeves and pointed at the old man with a leather whip and scolded,

"Get out, tremble again, clean up with you!"

The old man couldn't help it, it was boring to fight, so he had to step aside!

Lingwa covered her face, knowing that there must be a deep whip mark on her face, and refused to let go, only looked at the third prince fiercely with her eyes, and didn't know what to say?

The surrounding soldiers jumped down from their horses, swarming around them, one by one, like dogs, lifting their clothes and sleeves, eyeing Lingwa, eager to try, a tall man couldn't help it, and ran to Lingwa with a fist, and the others were also ready to punch up,

At this time, I only heard the whip of the third prince flick in the air, snapped, and shouted,

"Stop!" and shouted at the group of soldiers,

"Fuck off! Who told you to do it? It's your turn? Are you heroes when so many of you beat him? Who taught you to bully the more and bully the weaker? If you have the ability, I'll send you to the battlefield tomorrow -- rice buckets, waste!"

The group of soldiers who scolded did not dare to squeak and stepped aside. Make way for an open space in the middle.

When Lingwa heard this, her heart was still a little calm, thinking that you are still a bit righteous, and you will have no complaints if you lose today!

The third prince pointed at the soldier who had just started with his whip and said,

"Okay, big man, you want to perform in public, right? Then you can go, this son will leave this opportunity to you, don't you let the audience down and make a fool of Lao Tzu in public?"

The big man stepped forward again, tied a long black robe around his waist, rolled up his black sleeves, and shouted,

"Well, no problem!"

I saw him take a false step, pull down the shelf, and after two false moves, he showed his five claws, and rushed up like a chicken.