"This is Lotus Lane?"

Zhao Rang asked, pointing to the label on the wall.

Zhang San turned his head to look, looked at the alley again, and found that it was true, so he said in surprise:

"Master, we hit by mistake, and we hit it crookedly!"

Knowing that this is Lotus Lane, Zhao Rang was not surprised.

Although the beard told him that this place could find clues, it was only possible. Even he wasn't sure, Zhao Rang hadn't had much hope since he left Taiheju.

Even if there were really clues, with the eyes of a small trader, Zhao Rang didn't think he could see anything. And what happened in the green shirts was about Heidiyah. When such a big man is involved, even if the vendor sees it really, he will keep silent when he thinks about it, for fear of getting angry.

Putting these aside, Zhao Rang also felt very strange just the name of this alley.

Where did the lotus come from in the Western Regions?

Since there is none, how can an alley be named after a lotus?

So he stood at the mouth of the alley and didn't go in.

After pacing back and forth for a few steps, Zhao Rang opened his mouth and asked:

"Zhang San, do you know the origin of this Lotus Alley?"

Zhang San's mind turned, and he guessed that Zhao Rang was wondering about the origin of the name.

"Master, didn't I tell you just now that there are many eunuchs from the former dynasty here?"

Zhao Rang nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Among the eunuchs who came, it is said that there was also a chief steward who brought many strange things that were not available in the Western Regions, including lotus seeds."

Zhao Rang suddenly:

"This alley was used to grow lotus seeds at that time?"

Zhang Sanying said:

"Ye is right. But that's no longer the case. Now this alley is a famous gathering place for broken houses in the northwest market, but it is still dominated by the descendants of those eunuchs back then. ”

Zhao Rang snorted coldly.

Zhang San thought he was dissatisfied with him, and hurriedly added:

"But this alley is the deepest, and it is said that the innermost part leads all the way to the city walls of the palace."

"You're done?"

Zhang San shrunk his neck and shook his head...... The latter sentence was said by others, and he didn't know what it was. Although Zhang San is a low-level ordinary person, his life is tight, but he has not fallen to the point of despair. For a place like Lotus Lane, it's good to know, let alone go in.

In addition, don't look at him to Zhao Rang's courtesy, that's because Zhao Rang has silver in his pocket, and he is generous! If a person is poor, he will unconsciously stick to the corner of the wall when he walks. But if you are generous, the confidence shown between your gestures will be different!

are also men, Zhang San certainly has admiration for Zhao Rang, and secretly compares it, he can only blame himself for not being capable, and then he will be more earnest.

"Let's go, let's go in and see!"

The houses in Lotus Lane are very low, and Zhao Rang can see from a distance that there is a magnificent city wall at the end, which should be where the palace is located.

Unlike the city walls, these houses were all made of old wooden planks and yellow clay blocks mixed with weed. In many places, there were dark hollows, like patched clothes worn by beggars.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Rang smelled a greasy smell, a small stall selling stall cakes.

The shopkeeper took out a wooden plank from the window of his house, narrowing the already cramped alleyway by half.

On the wooden board is a freshly spread green onion cake, and the shopkeeper is frying eggs shirtless.

The iron pot on the stove can be pulled out of it again, and in terms of age, it must be much older than the shopkeeper's. The oil from the fried eggs in the pan is darker than his face, so the fried eggs are also black, as if they were fished out of a soy sauce vat.

Such an omelette Zhao Rang looked at, of course, he would not have any appetite. But in Lotus Alley, it is a rare delicacy.

The oil used by the shopkeeper is collected from small restaurants in other places. The devil knows what all this oil went through before the omelette......

The shopkeeper saw someone standing in front of the stall and thought that business was coming, so he leaned out and prepared to greet him. When he saw Zhao Rang's exquisite clothes and Zhang San, who looked like a servant, he immediately shrank back.

After just such a moment's delay, the eggs in his pot were already paste.

The shopkeeper picked them out individually, put them on a plate, and shouted at them.

Immediately, many people came out of nowhere and scrambled to grab the black eggs on the plates.

"Master, just now he shouted, 'This plate is half price'."

Zhang San translated for Zhao Rang.

If you grab it, you swallow it in one bite, for fear that it won't be your own in the next second. Those who didn't grab it, like walking corpses, numbly returned to their dilapidated houses and continued to survive.

After the people dispersed, Zhao Rang was able to move on. The people who just coaxed and robbed completely blocked the alley, and they couldn't even insert a needle.

Elsewhere it should be a crisp morning breeze, but here it is full of all kinds of smells. Zhao Rang was very sure that there were definitely dead people in these broken houses, otherwise it would be difficult to produce such a stench!

The smell of dead people's corpses, the smell of foxes not bathing, and the smell of oil from all kinds of stalls are mixed together to make the smell here indescribable. If Zhao Rang wasn't a martial artist, he would definitely spit out bile......

"Master, don't you want to ask the store?"

Zhang San also heard what Hu Hu said to Zhao Rang in the middle of Taihe.

Someone in Lotus Lane saw what happened last night and was still a vendor. But in this alley, roughly calculated, there are dozens or even nearly a hundred vendors.

asked one by one, and no matter whether people wanted to say it or not, the delay was not something Zhao Rang could bear. He now longed to break one hour into two hours, so that the day could be longer, and longer......

"Do you think anyone will buy such cakes and eggs in the street market near Tsing Yike?"

Zhang San closed his mouth, and his face swelled up, showing a crimson color.

As a local, he is still a guide, and after listening to Zhao Rang's rhetorical question, he realized that his suggestion just now was extremely stupid......

What grade of inn is Tsing Yi Ke?

Where is the Tsing Yi Ke located in Wangcheng?

The people who live in the green shirts are either businessmen on the rich side or heroes on the famous side.

The surrounding area is one of the most lively and prosperous places in the royal city.

The cakes and fried eggs sold at the stall just now, I am afraid that before I get there, I will be stopped by the soldiers patrolling the city, and even the people and shops will be thrown far away, and they will not let him in at all, so there is no need to ask at all.

"But you can ask him what kind of vendors are in Lotus Alley."

Zhao Rang continued.

Zhang San didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask, so Zhao asked him to explain again.

"It's kind! He's a bread spreader, so what else is there to do? For example, those who sell fried rice and the soup noodles ......"

"Ah, I understand!"

Zhang San patted his head and went to the shopkeeper to ask.

After a cup of tea, Zhang San came back with a bitter face and said to Zhao Rang:

"Master...... The shopkeeper seems to be deaf, and he won't open his mouth no matter how much I ask! ”

Zhao Rang glanced at the shopkeeper who was still frying eggs, and said to Zhang San:

"You asked directly?"

Zhang San nodded.

"Didn't say you wanted to buy something?"

Zhang San still nodded.

"If you ask a businessman, you don't buy things or make money, it's strange that people can tell you!"

Zhang San's face swelled again.

Somehow he is today, his brain keeps hitting iron!

I couldn't help but feel nervous, for fear that Zhao Rang would ask for the silver back, and then drive him out.

Tense, Zhang San made up his mind to help Zhao Rang handle the things in Lotus Alley.

Zhang San thinks he is a person who has a wide range of friends, but unfortunately he really doesn't know anyone in Lotus Lane....... If you eat the bowl of rice of the guide, you naturally have to know more and know more. But before that, no one really wanted to come to Lotus Lane, at most they would take a stroll around Northwest City.

Back in front of the stall, Zhang San slapped the only five loose coins left in his pocket on the wooden board. In Zhao Rang gave him the silver ingot of one hundred taels, this was the only money he had.

According to the price of the shopkeeper, one penny can buy two fried eggs and four cakes. Five, that's ten omelettes!

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw the five big coins. The last time he sold ten omelettes at a time, it was the last time. After a long time, he can't remember clearly, anyway, it's been a long time!

The greasy hand grabbed five shiny coins, and at the same time, the ten fried eggs were already wrapped in paper and handed out.

When Zhang San took the egg, he asked what he had just said again. This time the shopkeeper pointed to his ear and waved his hand.

He's really deaf!

Zhang San tried to write to him, but the shopkeeper pointed to the words and waved his hand again.

Not only was he deaf, he was illiterate!

In this way, the possibility of communication was completely cut off, and Zhang San suddenly felt bored...... It was as if the sky had suddenly become gloomy.

The frustration here brought good luck to Zhao Rang.

There was a bold kid who was talking to him.

It stands to reason that eunuchs are unable to have children, but in fact, most eunuchs have wives and children.

This child is the descendant of the eunuch who fled here, so his Dawei speech is very good.

"You're here for someone?"

Zhao Rang saw that Zhang San had bought ten fried eggs, so he said to the child:

"I asked, you answered. If you know, you will tell the truth, and if you don't know, you will say that you don't know. How about a question, an omelette? ”

The child sucked the saliva that was about to overflow, and asked with round eyes:

"What you said is true?"

Zhao Rang waved at Zhang San and motioned for him to hurry up.

"I can treat you to one first, and you'll know if what I'm saying is true!"

"Hmm...... You're a ...... Whoever talks counts! ”

The child did not gobble it up, but ate it bite by bite. After eating, he also put his fingers in his mouth and shivered.

He knew what it meant to enjoy better than the adults who had snatched it before. For something as hardly eaten as an omelette, he chose to eat it slowly to allow himself to enjoy it for a while.

"Alright, you ask! I'm sure I'm not going to lie! ”