The sloppy old man had already eaten the fifteenth roast chicken.

Feng Rui also basically recovered from smelling the fragrance of fifteen roast chickens.

Why just smell the scent?

During the period, it's not that the front chess is not given to the sharp to eat.

Once baked two, but Feng Rui still didn't even mix the chicken buttocks, and the sloppy old man took it away directly because he couldn't eat the big oil and meat, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

In the small courtyard.

Feng Rui reached out and kicked his foot.

It's really uncomfortable to be in bed like this for ten years.

There is no mobile phone, no computer, and even a novel is Mude, and he almost went crazy.

In this way, it seems that it is not easy for pigs to sleep when they are full.

"Oops!"

I still wanted to stretch my muscles and bones, but as soon as I bent down, my hand didn't reach the ground, and my waist was already sore.

I don't know if it's been lying down for a long time, or if this body is like this.

It seems that it must not be the material for martial arts training!

has no talent for martial arts, and has traveled to the world of martial arts, isn't this a mouse teasing a cat ---- looking for excitement.

"Bad luck! It's not unlucky.,Isn't the head just open the scoop.。。。 Feng Rui muttered.

In reality, he is a dead house who is about to run for three, and he has no other hobbies except playing games.

Although his body is not fat and covered in meat like the head chef, he is stiff and can't bend over.

Three or two steps away, you have to ride a small electric donkey, and you are afraid that running hundreds or thousands of meters will kill you.

With such qualifications, I still want to practice martial arts, and I can't practice square dance.

"Yo! Rui boy, get up... The sloppy old man walked into the courtyard with fleas.

Looking at the sharp edge that was moving, he grabbed it again.

Looking at the black greasy claws, as well as the fleas that were not squeezed to death, Feng Rui subconsciously wanted to dodge.

The stiff legs and feet didn't seem to want to get dirt and fleas on their bodies, so they took a few steps back in cooperation.

It's just that the sloppy old man didn't take a step, as if his hand could be extended, and he still grabbed the sharp wrist.

The sloppy old man carefully put on the handle before letting go, and then he fell crookedly to himself in the sunlight of the small courtyard.

Feng Rui really wanted to cut off the wrist that had been caught, not to mention the oily stain, but it was even stained with a flea.

Well, gas talk!

"Little chess, is the old beggar's roast chicken ready?" The scruffy old man glanced sharply.

Although his face was full of doubts, he didn't ask anything.

The front chess in the kitchen answered immediately, and the sloppy old man had already arrived in the kitchen with his feet raised.

With this skill, he said that he was not a martial arts master, and the ghosts didn't believe it!

Feng Rui carefully bounced away the fleas, rubbed his sore waist and walked towards the porter.

As for Fengrui, why does the professional chef still call Fengqi to cook?

He's still sick!

Not to mention hurting your muscles and bones for a hundred days, you have to rest for a month or two when you first recover from this serious illness.

Moreover, Feng Rui hadn't figured out the situation yet, and he didn't dare to act indiscriminately, so as not to expose his identity as a traverser.

Fengrui measured in detail where the future would be located.

Although the small courtyard is not big, the gatehouse is very large, or facing the street, with a length of three and a half zhang, and a width of two zhang and one. The style is like the façade of a TV series.

Listening to the little sister Feng Qi, her parents used this concierge to do fur business, and now, there is still a plaque of Feng's fur on the concierge.

It's just that now the gatehouse is empty, and there is not even a single hair.

Out of the gatehouse is the street, and there is a river crossing the right side of the courtyard.

Although Yongjia County, Wenzhou Prefecture, is not as good as the two capitals, it is also an authentic state capital county, with a population of 20,000 or 30,000, so there are three streets in the north and south of the county, and Fengrui's home is in the middle of the largest street.

Although it is close to the southern end and far away from the central government office, it is also a good property.

The neighbors on the street are also like Fengrui's house, the front is the gatehouse for business, and the back is used for the main house or the east and west compartments.

As for why it is said or something in the box?

Because there can only be one room in the east or west wing, and a family can only have three houses, this is the rule of the imperial court.

Walking out into the street, there are really all kinds of shops on both sides.

Huitong and Bizhuang sell pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Hu Qingyutang and Guangzhi Guanghetang sell medicine, Bian Fumao shoe shop sells cloth shoes and boots, Panyuan Dao cloth shop sells silk and satin, Liuheju sells firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea and other daily miscellaneous items, and there are two or three storey teahouses and restaurants near the middle.

Most of the stores at both ends are grocery stores and small wine houses, which is really not half a point worse than the real commercial street.

Why did Feng Rui come out for a walk?

It's not really boring.

Although there is no mobile phone or computer, the dead house for more than ten years is not out of the house for a lifetime, and you can survive for a long time just by looking up at the roof.

It's just that now Fengrui has accepted the reality of crossing.

If you accept the reality, you have to face it.

Yu fights and kills Fengrui and doesn't want to get involved, but he can eat and drink, and he costs money for firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

The big fat pig is fed by someone, but people can't!

What's more, now there is only a little sister so lonely, you can't let a little girl of fifteen or sixteen raise her.

Feng Rui touched his face and sighed.

This doesn't have the capital to eat soft rice!

People are either handsome men or beautiful women, and when they get to themselves, they are just passers-by.

Feng Rui asked the little sister's background.

Although his parents made some money from time to time, Feng Rui was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, where could he support his parents' fur business, and his parents were both sick, and the family fortune soon declined.

Today, there is only this property and an unnamed hill and five acres of paddy fields outside the city.

According to Fengqi, there were originally fifteen acres, but Dada sold ten acres the year before last.

Where is the way to sit and eat like this, you must always think of a way to make a living.

Walking around a teahouse, Feng Rui was a little tired, so he went in to have a cup of tea, and by the way, he became familiar with the world.

There are three floors up and down the teahouse, the middle is through, and there is a small platform in the center of the first floor, which can perform some pastime programs such as drama storytelling.

Today is different, listening to Dr. Cha, it is the people of Baixiaomen who are here today, commenting on the affairs of the rivers and lakes openly and selling news secretly.

I was very distressed and spent ten big bucks, and Feng Rui found a corner to sit down.

As long as there is foam in the pot, I don't dare to order anything else.

You must know that a bowl of Yangchun noodles at the stall opposite is only three big dollars.

If you don't listen to the news and don't listen to the music, where will anyone come to this teahouse.

As for why you sit in the corner?

It's not a matter of money or not, Fengrui will resolutely not admit that he slammed the door!

There are a lot of people with knives and swords, guns and sticks in this small teahouse, and they are all heroes of the rivers and lakes.

One by one, they are murderous, and they are more terrifying than the black and astringent meeting of the stabbing dragon and the tiger.

As soon as the hot tea was poured into the cup, there was already a person sitting on the table.

is very young and handsome, and a white bamboo leaf pattern gown makes this young man a little more bookish, but it is a material for eating soft rice.

Qingjun introduced himself, it was Liu Yanchang, who had known Baixiaomen for ten years.

What is a decade of knowledge?

Listening to the people next to him, it was the level division of Baixiaomen.

The lowest person who can pass on the news of buying and selling is Zhi for ten years, and the fifty of the Ming Dynasty, the owner of the door is Bai Xiaosheng.

Although there are only three levels of division, it seems to be very small, but in the rivers and lakes, Baixiaomen is a pivotal existence.

Liu Yanchang is really good at speaking, and the white paper fan in his hand is endless.

It's just that what I'm talking about today is a bit out of line with my appetite.

Could it be that most of the people here are from the rivers and lakes, and they are talking about some things about the rivers and lakes?

Feng Rui didn't want to get involved.

Listen, the decent and evil factions are sent out, and they will be informed that they will fight endlessly at a glance.

mentioned which one is decent and which one is evil, those with swords and swords below also drew out a gesture, how dangerous!

But it was the matter of the court that made Feng Rui a little more concerned.

If you want to live well, keep up with the leader!

Now I don't know if this is the dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, but there are many institutions that have heard of it.

Six Doors, Jinyi Wei, these two institutions are often talked about in TV series and games.

As for the Sword Forge Villa and the Divine Power Thunderbolt Camp, these two sharps had never heard of them.

But the sword, the thunderbolt or something, when I hear it, it is also a fight and killing, and Feng Rui naturally won't ask too much.

Listening to Liu Yanchang's white breath all morning, it made Fengrui even more worried.

I wanted to hear some news about making a living, but what Liu Yanchang said was all about the rivers and lakes.

What Weizhen Mobei Heroic Heavenly Sword Alliance, what poisonous Jiangnan Ten Thousand Poison Sect...

Hearing the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Feng Rui couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

His body may have died in the hands of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!

This kind of book is not in vain, and the cold sweat is not in vain, Feng Rui understands that his journey through this world is really a martial arts world, not to mention that there are all kinds of sects and mountains, there are all kinds of martial arts, and there are all kinds of grievances and vendettas!

Listening to Liu Yanchang, the master of the Shura Palace stabbed out like a flying flower in the sky with a sword, and the hero of the Heavenly Sword Alliance slashed out with a sword full of light in all directions.

This is not counting Wudang, Shaolin, and the beggar gang, and the three factions with a long history of martial arts have many peerless martial arts.

A peerless martial art that goes down to the landslide and cracks in one move!

Sharp sighed.

He doesn't want to fight and kill, and naturally he doesn't want to have powerful martial arts, just like he doesn't want any hot weapons in reality.

However, hope is hope, and sighing is useless.

Feng Rui walked out of the teahouse, and a group of people in fast clothes hurried by, and the frightened Feng Rui hurriedly hid to the far edge of the road.

In reality, it is the sharp edge of the five good citizens, but he does not want to contaminate the official family.

"Hey! This is all crossing, or the martial arts crossing of people everywhere, how can I survive as a scumbag, and fortunately I don't have the heart to be strong and aggressive, so find a way to make a living or be a law-abiding citizen. Feng Rui muttered as he walked home, comforting himself as he went.

But what is the way to make a living?

"Why do people have a system plug-in gold finger when they cross over, and they don't even get an egg when they come to me?" Feng Rui shouted in his heart about all kinds of system plug-ins, but even if he shouted thousands of eight hundred times, there was no reaction.

"Is there really no system and no plug-in, so did you come to this martial arts world to farm?" Feng Rui muttered.

Farming?

It's okay to farm, and there are indeed five acres of paddy fields at home.

It's just that although I can distinguish between wheat and leeks, I'm afraid that I can't really do it.

"Hey! People cross and build airplanes and cannons, but I haven't even thought of a way to make a living, it seems that I really suffered a loss of less reading, and I have to cross at least 985/211 in the future. Feng Rui returned home with a depressed face.

In the small courtyard.

The scruffy old beggar had a pile of chicken bones in front of him, and at this time he was full of food and drink and was catching fleas.

Little sister Fengqi is already ready for lunch and waiting for Fengrui.

"Big brother is back, but what's wrong with it?" Feng Qi set up lunch on the stone table in the small courtyard.

Pickled radish in white rice, and a bone broth.

Seeing that his sister, who was one or two years younger than him, was busy, Feng Rui was also a little ashamed.