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In the north of the city, the prosperity of Yanjing City has long been a business opportunity here. Even if it is just a small business, it is much better than struggling to guard that one acre and three points of land.

Therefore, the generation in the north of the city is mostly small merchants and hawkers who work hard for life, dreams, and prosperity in Yanjing City.

No matter who you are, as long as you live in the circle of people. The four aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation are indispensable, so the most common thing in the north of Yanjing City is about these four kinds of business and trade.

It was a humble stall sandwiched between a dense cluster of shops along the street. One table, two shelves, densely packed with all kinds of cheap fabrics.

Although the profit is Weibo, the hard work of the day is enough to exchange for the needs of a person's life.

"Ah Jing, are you free tonight?"

It was a white-haired old woman who was hunched over by the years, and the folds on her face added a lot of kindness and kindness to her.

And the Ah Jing she is talking about is Zeng Jing, who has just come to the north of the city to run a cloth business in recent years. Speaking of Zeng Jing, it can really be called a flower in the north of the city.

She is tall, with red lips and white teeth, and white skin. It's hard for anyone to associate her with a girl from a poor family.

Although she hasn't been here for a long time, the people who beat her up are really like a carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream. If it weren't for the strict legislation in Yanjing City, and the feet of the Son of Heaven, I don't know how many rights and wrongs she would have given birth to.

"Oh, Cai Po, how many times have I told you! I don't want to go on a blind date!"

While tidying up the few pieces of cloth that had just been messed up, Zeng Jing said to Cai Po angrily.

After all, no matter who you are, you won't have a good attitude towards a matchmaker who always likes to introduce all kinds of strange men to you. Although many of these people introduced by Cai Po seem to be really right, men and women, but these days, there has never been a person who can make Zeng Jing really take the other party in his eyes.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing ......"

Seeing Zeng Jing turn around, Cai Po hurriedly took two steps, came to Zeng Jing again, and said urgently: "Don't be like this, it's not easy for people to come all the way from Shili Bridge, I have already arranged everything tonight, you go and take a look, just a look." If you don't feel right, you'll leave right away, okay?"

After a big roll of his eyes flicked over, Zeng Jing at this time said helplessly to Cai Po, who had always taken care of herself: "Cai Po, have you accepted other people's money again?"

"This ......"

Obviously, Cai Po's expression has betrayed everything about her.

"Boom ......"

There was a sudden burst of thunder in the sky, and looking at the sky, not far to the west, thick dark clouds seemed to be coming in this direction.

"It's going to rain, okay, okay, it's not going to happen!"

"Good, good, good......"

Not only Zeng Jing, but in this street and alley in the north of the city, everyone is like a frightened bird. Collect the stalls, run, and go home.

The heavy rain will not only wet everything, but will also drive away customers who would otherwise want to hit the streets. So, at this time, no one will want to come again!

When human power is faced with the whole heaven and earth, it always seems very small and powerless.

"Ah Jing, I'll go first! Don't forget it at night!"

Although Cai Po is old, she just set up a small tea stall. Yes, they will soon leave first.

"Okay, Cai Po, let's go!"

Without looking up, Zeng Jing had already put away the cloth on the table with his hands and feet.

"Dripping ......"

The rain in the north is warm and pure, like the most enthusiastic majestic man, and the gentle drizzle of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River has become a strong contrast.

Only such rain will make such a strong and crisp sound after falling into the oil-paper umbrella.

"Stepping on ......"

The sound of the step point is calm and extraordinary, without the slightest rush and messiness. Although it is not big, it is in stark contrast to the messy walk in the streets and alleys caused by the raindrops that have just fallen at this time.

Raising his head, Zeng Jing saw a strange person. Dressed in a dazzling silver-white trimmed robe, he held a yellowish paper umbrella in his hand, and the warm water vapor poured out from the top of the umbrella, with a burst of fascinated and dusty breath.

Prosperous cloth, perhaps, such a person, should not have appeared here at all. The north of the city is just a small temple, and it can't accommodate such a big god at all.

"Smack!"

The soles of the shoes made contact with the water beach on the bluestone slabs, and there was a splash. The voice was not loud, but it had finally aroused Zeng Jing's idea, and when she raised her head, the first thing she saw was still the silver-white boots.

It was clean, very dry, not a single mud spot, and not a trace of water stains. Heavy rain began to spread over the uncollected cloth, heavier and heavier, more and more.

The strange man holding the oil-paper umbrella had already reached the cloth stall, and he had stopped, revealing the strange silver mask under the oil-paper umbrella.

Zeng Jing raised her head and looked at the other party quietly, her expression without any change was actually the most surprising place. The heavy rain fell and washed away everything, but it couldn't move the two people who seemed to have turned into stone sculptures at this time.

After a long time, the strange man finally spoke: "Selling cloth, it seems that you like this life very much!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, I'm just trying to make money with my own efforts. I didn't bring it, if there is no matter, I am going to rush to close the stall!"

Zeng Jing lowered her head, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

"Do you think that no one really knows everything you do? Li Guishou likes to listen to people tell stories the most, can you be sure that he has never told anyone your story and what you look like now?"

The strange man was naturally Jiang Feng, and his words made Zeng Jing, who was originally moving, stop again.

"Buzz ......"

The rain seemed to have suddenly gone up a notch, as if a whole basin was pouring out, splashing countless splashes on Jiang Feng's oil-paper umbrella and Zeng Jing's body.

Zeng Jing's right hand had stayed on an inconspicuous rolling cloth, quiet, long, quiet, quiet, quiet, even the sound of rain falling, had disappeared without a trace.

Lightning flashed, lightning was followed by thunder, but the thunder had not yet been released, and the light, a light that was more brilliant than the lightning in the sky, had already been emitted.

From the emanation of Zeng Jing's hand, it began at this time and ended at this time, and its speed and power no longer need to be described. Because between the beginning and the end, it has erupted in its entirety. (To be continued.) )