How big is Xibo City? No one cares about the merchants, common people, farmers, industrialists and merchants who live in it. No one has the leisure to care about it. They just think that this is the largest city with unprecedented scale and unprecedented scale. It is also strange to talk about it with outsiders. No pride.
However, the three cities are surrounded by six slopes, the layout is symmetrical, the streets are wide, the squares are neat, the shapes are uniform, the canals are crisscrossed, the green shade covers the city, the suburbs are surrounded by altars, and the two cities have one hundred and eight squares. It really makes these locals who settled here feel proud.
The locals are so proud that they have no time to care about how big the city is. It is said that foreign tribute people wandered around the city in their spare time. After walking around for a full month, they could not figure out the layout of the capital even after returning home. The map drawn for each step is also messy and has no clue.
This also allowed some scholars and officials in the court to jokingly mention the defense battle of Kyoto twenty or thirty years ago when Emperor Wu Jian was in power. It was also an afterthought, saying that even if the group of barbarians entered the city, they would probably bypass it. Faint inside, and when the time comes, they can raise the white flag and surrender without even a single soldier.
There is Suzaku Avenue in the middle of the capital, which is divided into two cities, the east and west. The east city belongs to Wanshi County, and the west city belongs to Tai'an County. Each has a county magistrate, ranking from ninth grade. Despite his low official position, this county magistrate is not as good as the current one, not to mention that he is still a local magistrate in the capital and has great power.
It was already the Lantern Festival, and the front door of Wanshi County Magistrate's house was bustling with people. Even Pingkangfang, which was the largest gold-selling women's den in the East City, was just across the street.
At the end of the year, there is such a scene during the two festivals of the Yuan Dynasty and the Zhongyuan Period. The magistrate of Wanshi County could not help but show off his style and ordered the concierge not to let anyone in in the ordinary courtyard that was enough to show that wealth was not revealed. You must show your identity as an official. Even letting in some cats and dogs will reduce your own value for nothing.
The concierge is also as big as an ox, and he is the busiest on this day every year. He has to say a lot to welcome people and send them off, and his mouth is so dry that he can even break out in a sweat on this cold day.
I was just about to go to the door to greet the next visitor. It is said that he is the owner of the largest Goulan Tanchun Building in Changlefang. It is said that the backstage is a high-ranking official in the court!
If I became familiar with him, I might be able to avoid the expense when I go there in a while.
As soon as he arrived at the door and before he could put his hand on the door bolt, he was hit on the forehead from the outside inward by the wooden door with almost peeling paint. With a "clang", the third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door sat down on the ground, causing the door to tremble. The group of visitors outside leading servants carrying gifts covered their mouths and tried to laugh but dared not laugh. It was very funny.
The concierge is a man in his thirties. He has been showing off his power the most these days. How can he bear such embarrassment now? He stood up and opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw who was coming, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Hey, Marquis Ye, why are you free to come here today?" The concierge bent down even lower, ignoring the layer of mud stains on his buttocks, and trotted to close the door, not daring to neglect this fast-paced man. Strong man. Compared with how much money I can spend on drinking flower wine in the future, if this person is willing to find trouble, I am afraid that the entire Wanshi County will not be able to afford it. Not to mention that he was just a concierge from the ninth-grade county magistrate's house. Even if he was the personal bodyguard of a first-grade minister, if he offended this Yehou, he would not be able to save face overtly, but would be a stumbling block secretly.
A muscular man wearing a round collar robe with two weapons, one long and one short, on his waist pressed the two weapons that looked like knives but not swords, but turned to look at the smiling concierge next to him. There was a scar from the corner of his mouth to the wing of his nose. He trembled for a moment and said: "Why, I have to ask you for instructions when I come."
"Don't dare, don't dare. My master also ordered me to hold the light at night to find Ye Hou for a drink. Unexpectedly, Ye Hou was afraid that he would be tired and made me come early. I am really grateful to Ye Hou." No matter what the concierge said, Without such instructions, it was enough to tell that the concierge was a smart man who had a good command of all things.
The muscular man snorted and ignored the concierge, striding into the living room. The concierge naturally did not dare to go in without the master's instructions and stood waiting at the door.
The magistrate of Wanshi County is so fat that he has filled up the imperial chair in the main hall. The fat on his face is so crowded that his eyes can hardly see. He is eating for himself. In this season, I am afraid that ordinary people will not see it. The grapes that could not be seen were spitting out their skins all over the ground. When he noticed someone coming in, he looked up and threw the grapes in his hands on the table. He stood up and took the chair off the ground for a minute or two. It clicked down. He was about to walk to the back of the house, shouting as he walked: "Ye Qing, can you calm down a little during the Chinese New Year? I'm not someone who won't pay back money. I've killed enough of these rich people in the past two days. I'll give it back to you at the same time. Why should you be so anxious before I go out in the first month? I'm not as anxious as you to be reincarnated."
The muscular man ignored the mutterings from the fat county magistrate and walked to the lower corner and sat on a chair. He just said: "Brother Li is here."
The fat man who had already gone out of the back door came back and trotted up to the man he called Ye Qing at a speed that was incompatible with his body shape. His unintentional big belly was almost pressed against Ye Qing's face, with a look on his face. He said in disbelief: "Brother Li is back?"
Ye Qing squinted at Pao Ze, who had lived and died with him in the frontier for several years, and wondered how he could become like this after being so comfortable in the past few years. He stretched out his hand to push away the compost and said: "Brother Li wants you to spend the night We have found everyone before, and we will meet at the mass grave in the west of the city at the third watch."
The fat county magistrate hugged the belly with both hands and said reluctantly: "Who in this city can find people as easily as you scoundrels? Why do you have to let me go?"
"That sum of money has been written off."
"Sure!" The fat man agreed simply and was about to walk out. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around with difficulty and asked: "I can't get involved in Tai'an County to the west. That bitch Cao Tianjiao can't deal with me. Anyone who crosses the line will be beaten."
"Just take care of Wanshi." This sturdy man, who did not have any title but was called Hou by his servants, said, and left without looking back.
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The Zhou Dynasty, in view of the large flow of people in the bustling Western Bo, which was difficult to manage, sent the Jingzhao Mansion to recruit scoundrels with bad deeds, poor behavior, and demoted to slaves to serve as small officials for investigation and arrest, in order to atone for their crimes. The method is to let these idle scoundrels rectify the public order, called "Polai officials", and their commanders are called "Polai Hou", and each of the subordinate Guo counties has a "Polai Gong" to rule the whole city.
But there are also some people who hate these lowly people to the core, and secretly call them "sluts". After all, dogs can't change from eating shit. Even if these people eat food from the court, they are still lazy gangsters at heart. That is to say, the government's interference has improved in recent years, otherwise they would have been sued by the common people and taken to their grandma's house. went.
Jian Jia, the poor bastard of Wanshi County, made his corps commander laugh a lot when he first joined the army. Even his comrades who joined the army also laughed at his name, which was too girly. Zhong Jianjia is the kind of person who keeps things to himself and is not good at words. He is too autistic. The consequence of being autistic is that whenever he encounters an enemy scout or vanguard on border patrol, he kills people ruthlessly. He can't even kill them with one knife, but after killing them, he will cut open the opponent's belly and chop up his intestines. It's a little chilling.
Among other things, the long and short knives in the army, the scientific name is Zimu Blade, which looks like a sword but not a sword, like a sword but not a sword. It is a standard weapon improved by the patron king who won the championship in the world and went to the temple. Although it is not a sharpened sword, It is as iron as clay, but it is also as sharp as blowing hair off. This has caused Zhong Jianjia to change his sword three times in five years, which shows how hard he works at killing enemies.
When Zhong Jianjia was serving in the army in southern Xinjiang, those who were disarmed and had saved enough money would go home to get married and have children. The men farmed and the women weaved, or they just did some small business to earn a little money and feel content. They were the only ones left in Xibo City.
The others, who were tired of the endless fighting and fighting, all became ordinary people in their stead. Only Zhong Jianjia, a bachelor named Zhong Jianjia, who was gentle but could do anything, had no family and no job, asked the court for a Taian County Poker. Lai Gong's position as an expatriate lasted for ten years.
Thanks to the fact that he was quite responsible in his work and was a generous and righteous man, everyone in the 54th Street of West City respected him regardless of whether they were underworld or white. Even five years ago, after Emperor Heian ascended the throne, he openly and covertly treated Xibo officials of all sizes. Changes of dynasties have not affected him. Whether it is because he has a low official position and little power, or because he is simply not in the eyes of the Holy Spirit. In short, in the center of the power whirlpool in Xibo, if he can survive for ten years, he can be considered. Some skills.
As in the past, I got up when I was planting Jianjia at three o'clock in the morning. After looking at the gloomy sky, I was not in the mood to go to Lao Yang's house to make mutton soup and have a bowl of mutton steamed buns.
Just because my right eye keeps twitching.
It stands to reason that a life-seeking person like him who has been on the battlefield for a long time should not believe in such mysterious and mysterious things, but for him, this kind of mysterious and mysterious things have saved him several times. Once, during the day, they had just killed a group of barbarians from southern Xinjiang. At night, their ten-man team was celebrating by eating large pieces of meat and drinking from large bowls. If his right eye hadn't jumped so hard that he alerted him in advance, he might have been killed by those group of barbarians. The barbarians who came to take revenge were all killed.
So Zhong Jianjia, who was sitting at the end of the kang, felt a sense of security when he touched the weapon that he had someone forge according to the mold of the Mother Blade.
With his stomach growling, Zhong Jianjia took out a hand and grabbed a handful of peanut skins from the square table above the kang, without even picking them up, and stuffed them into his mouth. With the "crack" sound from chewing, he felt that there was nothing but ruthlessness in his house. In the dilapidated house where no one had come since the slave came to report the situation, a man walked into the house.
The visitor seemed to be around thirty years old. The first impression he gave Zhong Jianjia was that he was careless and naive. He stood at the door and grinned at Zhong Jianjia.
Zhong Jianjia didn't think that this person was careless and could walk into his courtyard without making a sound. Zhong Jianjia felt that this person's martial arts level was definitely not low, at least he could reach the throne.
"Is something wrong?" Zhong Jianjia spoke first.
"Hehe." The visitor smiled before saying anything, "Can I borrow something from you?" As he spoke, the visitor squatted down, put his arms on his knees, and turned his head to look at Zhong Jianjia.
"What to borrow?"
"Pulaiyin."
"What are you borrowing for?"
"Find someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
The two of them spoke very quickly as they asked and answered questions.
Zhong Jianjia almost blurted out the next question before the other party even answered the question.
The visitor pondered for a while, with a hint of discussion in his tone, and said, "Can you not tell me?"
"If you don't tell me, I can't lend it to you."
"But what I do is relatively secretive, and telling you would be against the rules. I'm looking for a lot of people, and I haven't contacted them for five years. It would take too much effort for me to look for them myself, so I decided to look for them. You local snakes in Xibo City will find it very easy to find someone."
"Can."
"Then lend me."
"What are you borrowing for?"
"Find someone."
"What are you looking for?"
Zhong Jianjia changed his question.
The visitor finally put away his silly smile and stared directly at Zhong Jianjia, "You said that since I can enter Xibo, I must have experience. Are you still afraid that I will commit murder and arson?"
Zhong Jianjia didn't say anything, his hand already grasped the handle of the knife. He was absolutely sure that he could attack and defend in the first place.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
The moment Zhong Jianjia heard these words, he subconsciously swung the knife, but the pain from the back of his head still made him lose consciousness.
Three thoughts flashed through me before I fell into coma.
He should be allowed to find people and then check the details of these people after finding them to find out what he is looking for.
At that time, Ah Li, the knife catcher in the imperial city, once killed more than ten vicious bandits with his sword.
Thoughts change rapidly.
It's not bad to be faint.
