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Located in the southwest of Jiannan Road, the surrounding is rich in stone and rock jade, this whole body of white stone rock jade texture is delicate and hard, the literati have always liked jade, this jade has been used by many dignitaries to carve into the four treasures of the study, so Rongzhou has always been called the White Stone City. Now it was unified by the imperial court and renamed Rongzhou, but the people did not accept this new name, and it was still generally called Baishi City.

The Xifeng Dynasty had clear regulations on the prefecture and county and household registration system, less than 3,000 households were Xia County, 6,000 households were Zhong County, 10,000 households were Shang County, 30,000 households were Xia Zhou, 50,000 households were Zhong Zhou, and 80,000 households were Shang Zhou.

The history of the thorn and the county order of the state and county at all levels, according to the rank of the county in the state, the official position is also slightly different, for example, the history of the Zhongzhou thorn is the fifth grade, while the history of the Shangzhou thorn is from the fourth grade.

Rongzhou is a central state, because Shi Yanyu is quite popular in the Central Plains, there are more traders in this business, and even other industries have a lot of light. Tea houses, wine shops, workshops, hospitals, and brothels are lined with tall shops, and pedestrians are constantly coming and going on the streets.

A land temple is abruptly located in the most prosperous part of the city, which is incompatible with the exquisite architecture of the neighborhood.

This temple has also been around for some years, and it is estimated that the officials in the city are afraid of the gods and Buddhas, afraid of retribution if they are demolished, and they are not willing to spend money to repair it, so they can only let it stand in the downtown without embarrassment.

Gradually, this dilapidated land temple has become a shelter for the flowers.

At this time, it is already late autumn, and many Yin Shi families have changed into thicker robes to protect against the wind and cold. But for those who call Hanako, there is no such extravagant outfit, so they can only snuggle up at the gate of the land temple to enjoy the warm sun at noon.

The sunniest place was occupied by a single young beggar, and the other dozen beggars could only hide in a more remote corner, desolate in a circle.

There's no way, the fourteen or fifteen-year-old Hanako looks like a good master, but I didn't expect that Li Hesheng, the most sturdy of the beggars a few days ago, was actually nosy by this taciturn beggar who was nosy because he scolded the little beggar who had just entered the industry, "a guy who has a mother and no father", and was beaten violently, and finally broke his legs.

You must know that Li Hesheng is a ruthless person who has a life in his hands, he looks like a calf, but he didn't expect that his hand didn't have time to be returned, and he was beaten crying grandpa and grandma, which was miserable.

Since then, everyone has been far away from the beggar who has strength in his hands and a sick brain, if he accidentally says the wrong thing, he will not be able to end up with Li Hesheng?

The young beggar leaned his back against the doorpost in front of the Land Temple, raised his chin, and held an unknown weed in his mouth, his long unkempt hair almost obscured his face, revealing only a looming gaze and a cold gaze.

He is a poor worm who has no smoke and no relatives around him.

Since he buried the corpses of the villagers in Loujia Village, he wandered to Rongzhou and became a member of the beggar army.

Fortunately, there were no corpses similar to Master Du and Niuniu in the pile of bones.

This is also the reason to support him to live.

Hua Wuyan pondered repeatedly who was the murderer of Loujia Village.

He wants revenge!

Also look for the master and Niu Niu.

Donghua's four black-clothed people are the most likely, but even if they are the real murderers, according to Hua Buxi's current realm, they are powerless, and they rush to the door, which is also to let the family catch him. Besides, even if Lai Yichen, the commander of the Donghua Four Guards, was seriously injured by the old monk of Shentuo Temple, he would not have the ability to settle this account now.

Now there is no difference between going to Donghua Imperial City to take revenge and looking for death.

There is also a group of people who are also possible.

It is the Liewei Gate of Rongzhou.

When he was hunting in the mountains, he accidentally killed their young master, and later got some information from Master E, those people were killed on the mountain that day, but they were all cleaned up by the old people, as for whether the Liewei Gate was cut down and eradicated, he did not know.

So Hua Wuyan came to Rongzhou and became a beggar who relied on others to help him live.

He had been in Rongzhou City for more than half a year, and he tried every possible way to find out about the Liewei Gate, but he was disappointed by the few words he received. Because Lieweimen was destroyed by a white-haired old man a few days ago, hundreds of people in the whole door died cleanly except for the old, young, women and children.

After hearing this exact news, this is equivalent to cutting off the clues to find Master Du and Niuniu, and looking for two people in the vast sea of people is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Brother, look what I'm going to eat!" a little beggar of eight or nine years old ran over with a pile of food in his hand.

Hua Wuyan glanced at him and ignored him.

This thin and weak child is called Xiao Locust Tree, which is the little beggar that Li Hesheng often bullies, since Hua Wuyan beat Li Hesheng, Xiao Locust Tree has not been bullied by other beggars, often tired of his side, all the work of begging for food is done by Xiao Locust Tree.

Does the little locust tree have the idea of repaying the peach, or does it have the idea of enjoying the shade under the big tree?

It doesn't matter if the flower has no smoke.

The little locust tree sat next to Hua Wuyan, smiled lightly and showed a mouth full of white teeth, setting off the dirty little face even more dirty, separated his hands left and right, and divided the food that had been cooled into two parts, the big one was handed to Hua Wuyan, and the small one was left for himself, and said excitedly: "Brother, eat it, this is wheat rice, it's fragrant!"

Wheat rice is a food made by grinding wheat and stirring together the flour and bran and steaming it in a basket. Rich and noble families do not eat this unpalatable and shoddy meal, and most of them are used by poor families and prison inmates to feed their stomachs.

But for Hanako, it's really a good thing.

Hua Wuyan didn't refuse, stretched out his hand to take it, ate slowly, didn't even say thank you, still put on that indifferent face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on every passerby in the street.

The little locust tree seemed to have long been accustomed to his coldness, and did not care at all, holding the wheat rice and nibbling it so sweetly, that his cheeks were full of three or two strokes. This kind of wheat rice was extremely dry, and the little locust tree was choked and rolled its eyes in an instant, and hurriedly ran to the water tank in the temple, and poured a few mouthfuls of water into it, and then it came to pass.

Hua Wuyan never looked at him from beginning to end.

Xiao Huaishu wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, ran to him and sat down, stuck out his tongue, and said with a sneer: "Choked again." ”

Hua Wuyan was silent.

Xiaohuashu is not big, but he has a lot to say, and he continued: "It will be fifteen in a few days, and Li Shan's family will definitely have to give big white steamed buns again." Brother, you have to go with me to get it then, otherwise I won't be able to squeeze those adults. I only got five last month, and if you help me this time, I can get at least ten, and then you can eat eight, and I'll eat two. ”

Hua Wuyan nodded slightly.

Xiao Huaishu looked at the wheat rice that he still had half left in his hand, and swallowed his saliva, as if he was afraid that he would see his face, so he hurriedly twisted his head to the side, but opposite was a shop selling steamed buns, and the big meat bun with thin skin and big filling made his saliva overflow even more quickly.

"How nice it would be if I could eat three meat buns a day......" Xiao Locust made an extravagant wish, as if he felt a little greedy, and hurriedly changed his words: "One is fine...... It's really not good, one ...... in those two days"

He doesn't know when his wish will come true.

The moon is shining.

The lights of the shops in the street are gradually extinguished, and there are no more pedestrians loitering, only a few drunken diners swaying in the middle of the street, full of wine and talking. It seems to be a resentful reader, constantly shouting something "carving the dragon and the wonderful pen Lingyun Chapter, the vertical and horizontal will not be empty and drunk", "the gold is burning out, and the ambition is declining year by year", which is a bit tragic. Unfortunately, he was stirred up by the autumn wind, and his stomach full of ink and half of his stomach of wine gushed out - he squatted on the ground and vomited.

Hua Wuyan was still sitting in place at this time, and when he saw that there were no other pedestrians, he sat up with his palms propped up, patted the dust accumulated on his body for a day, shook up bursts of white mist, and turned around and entered the temple.

The little locust tree had fallen asleep, and there was no bedding to protect him from the cold, but he was simply covered with some straw. The autumn night was windy, and the land temple was leaking everywhere, and the little guy seemed to be a little cold in his sleep, and his arms were tightly wrapped around his chest, shivering.

Hua Wuyan took off his old leather jacket and put it on his thin body, revealing a gentle smile that had not appeared during the day.

It's not that he dislikes this little flower, nor is he cold and impersonal, but the annotations that Master Du gave him when he was a child, and these days have always haunted his ears.

Hua Wuyan didn't dare to show him any intimacy, for fear that the fate of this son of a bitch would stab him again, because all the people around him had disappeared, making him a little afraid of that note, and even a little reluctant to admit it.

Those eight words are: miserable, widowed and lonely.