Ling Muyun didn't want to talk about the two years of sadness.
Seeing that Ling Ying was hesitant to speak, he simply ordered: "Bring the clansmen back to Dingbei. With Ling Zheng's talents, it should be more than enough to make people rich in troubled times."
"The Ling family...I'm sorry for you!"
Ling Ying lost her former majesty and looked more like a downtrodden old man on the street.
"Just tell me about what you saw and heard about Jiankang."
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"Mu Yun, why don't you go back to Dingbei together? I will step down and hand over the power of the family to you. Even after a hundred years, I will have no regrets."
Ling Ying talked about what she had seen and heard in the past two years, picking out the important ones, and even explained in detail the grudges of the Jin family.
"Ling Muyi is a good talker, and he is in Xiangyang."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he added: "But don't get involved in family disputes because of Ling Muzhong's matter."
"Okay." Ling Ying nodded.
In addition to the Li Shang Ming artifact, a few cultivation techniques, and some necessary food and clothing, other items, including an ox cart, were all given to Ling Ying.
"These signs should be of some use on the road, but within Dajin, please do not take them out to show off."
Ling Ying took the sign and her pupils shrank.
In two years, I didn't know that Ling Muyun would have so many opportunities, and even win the gold medal of the National Protector of the Later Qin Dynasty.
"There are many experts in Jiankang, so don't show off."
"Brother, when passing by Dingbei, remember to go home and take a look."
Ling Muyu was confident when he said this.
The oxcart left the north gate, followed by a dozen people from the Ling clan who had not yet made a living for themselves.
Ling Muyun turned around and returned to the inn.
No matter what, Ling's presence in Jiankang is a constraint for him.
Now, I am alone and have no worries.
"How to approach Sima Daozi? Princess Kuaiji? Or even Zhi Miaoyin?"
"Using Wang Guobao as a springboard? Once you meet Ling Muzhong, I'm afraid something bad will happen."
Ling Muyun had never been very optimistic about Ling Muzhong's character.
"Staff? Chance encounter? Servant?"
"Tomorrow, we have to enter the city again."
Ling Muyun wrapped up the things in feather clothes, bought a new set of cloth clothes, and left Jiankang overnight.
On the second day, the sun rose and the city gate opened wide.
Then enter the city through the south gate.
At this time, he was dressed in commoner clothes without makeup, with an ink blade hanging from his waist. He looked like a knight-errant, swaggeringly drinking two bowls of porridge and a basket of steamed buns in front of the stall.
And found a cheap inn.
"Sir, are you staying in the hotel?"
"Well, open a woodshed."
Ling Muyun handed the copper to the shopkeeper with a pained look on his face.
The shopkeeper glanced at him sideways and said, "You kid, why don't you sell the knife so you can have a big meal?"
The Ink Blade was too important to Ling Muyun, so he never thought of hiding it.
But what the shopkeeper said now made him alert.
Even if he was pretending to be a ranger and waiting for an opportunity to find a job in Dongfu, Mo Ren would be too conspicuous.
Jiankang is not a small town, especially those from aristocratic families who are used to seeing rare things. Which one has poor vision?
"This is my son's property. He just got separated. How dare I dispose of it privately?"
Ling Muyun lied.
"It's at the bottom of the wing. There's a bed inside, so you can rest."
The shopkeeper didn't bother to say anything more about this poor passer-by. He just saw that he had some skills with the weapons in his hands, so he said a few words.
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
After taking the key to the woodshed, Ling Muyun went to the side room.
The woodshed was not big, with a broken bed with missing legs supported by firewood. There was no need to lock the windows that leaked air everywhere.
After picking up some straw and spreading it on the bed, Ling Muyun jumped up to the low beam.
Then use the thunder method to carve a groove the size of the ink blade and place the ink blade into it.
Dust.
"Grandpa Youbai, please feel sorry for me first!"
I don't know if Youbai heard it or not. He just said this to comfort his heart.
"Shopkeeper, I don't have much money left. Is there anyone in Jiankang who can make a living?"
After leaving the woodshed, Ling Muyun walked to the counter and asked the shopkeeper.
"It depends on what means you have! Every compound needs servants, but if there is no way, it will be difficult to get in." The shopkeeper fiddled with his calculations, adding and subtracting the business gains and losses of the inn in recent days: "If you don't mind the trouble, you can wander around the city and try your luck, or go squat in the alleys. If you are short of people, you can find a job. The most important thing is to avoid lazy people."
After thanking the shopkeeper, Ling Muyun walked around half of the city carrying his baggage.
Until we got to Dongfu.
Dongfu is the residence of the Prince Taifu, Shangshu, Situ, and Governor Sima Daozi.
"The gatekeeper is actually a practitioner!"
"How does this get into it?"
"Hey! Shh!"
Ling Muyun was stretching his neck to look from a distance, when he saw a wretched figure waving to him not far away.
"calls me?"
Ling Muyun pointed at himself and asked.
"My name is Ding Si!" Ding Si walked over and introduced himself: "You can call me Fourth Brother! I saw you wandering around Dongfu with a sly look on your face. Is something wrong?"
"My name is Mu Yun, and I'm thinking of finding a job in Dongfu."
Ling Muyun knew that philistines like Ding Si were engaged in this kind of business: buying and selling news, speculating on price differences, and introducing work.
"Are you looking for an errand in the East Mansion?" Ding Si rolled his eyes and smiled wickedly: "Isn't it that simple? There are so many errands, but you just come to the East Mansion!"
"Fourth brother is really smart!" Ling Muyun pretended to be shy: "The mother-in-law of mine who is married to her fingertips is looking for work in the East Mansion. I also want to go in and look for work, but I just want to look at her so that I can feel at ease."
"What kind of golden branches and jade leaves are there? How can your mother-in-law grow flowers?" Ding Si said disdainfully: "I do have some connections, but I have to manage this up and down..."
Ding Si looked at Ling Muyun's attire with even greater disdain.
"How much money do I have, I wonder fourth brother..."
"Five condoms!" Ding Si held out five fingers: "Five months of extra monthly salary for you!"
"Deal, my mother-in-law is really as beautiful as a flower. She comes from eight villages in ten miles, who..."
Before Ling Muyun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ding Si: "How could I have the time to listen to your talk? What can you see with your eyesight?"
Ding Si shook his head and stretched out his right hand: "Give me the money first and wait for the news."
Ling Muyun looked troubled and said hesitantly: "Fourth brother, there are quite a few five-year-olds. If you..."
"Give me your love or not!" Ding Si played hard to get, "I don't even want to ask. I, Ding Si, have been doing this for so many years, but have I ever deceived anyone?"
"That's right, fourth brother's reputation is well-known far and wide."
Ling Muyun pulled out a bunch of copper coins from his arms with a look of pain on his face, then took out all the scattered silver coins and handed them over.
"Is that enough? Fourth brother?"
"Let's make do with it. Where can we stay? I have a letter now so I can inform you." Ding Si weighed the scattered silver in his hand with a smile.
"Ke Laile Inn." Ling Muyun continued, "Woodhouse."
"Okay, let's wait for the letter. It can take up to three days or at least one day, and the arrangements will be in place."
"Thank you, fourth brother, you have helped me a lot." Ling Muyun said with a flattering smile.
"Okay, okay, busy."
After Ding Si finished speaking, he stared at another person and leaned forward to talk.
"Done!"
