When you go out, you have to spend money.
The salary of the skin-picking department is not high, only one tael of silver per month, which is not enough to support the family.
This resulted in almost no pickpockets collecting salary money.
I really wanted to make money, so I saved some money and saved up some magic pills to sell. One pill is worth a hundred taels.
If you are a bit more sinister, you can hide the parts of the demon and sell them on the black market, and you can become rich overnight.
Ma Liu went to collect his salary for the month, which made Lei Peng speechless. He took out a three hundred tael silver note and slapped him on the chest like a fool.
"Take the flowers. If there are not enough, all you have to do is go to the counter in the capital and give me the name Lei Peng and credit me."
Lieutenant Lei was extremely tyrannical and could hardly survive the rest, so he impatiently pushed the steel cart to empty the waste.
Following him, Ma Liu and Wang Goudan left Jiyao Yamen.
Standing on the street, looking up at the stars in the sky, the two of them felt relaxed, as if hell had come to the world.
"The air outside is so fresh."
Ma Liu took a long breath and cleared away the fishy smell in his nose.
"It's good outside, so don't go back." Wang Goudan said habitually, "Go back to your Caishikou butcher shop and become a pig butcher. It's also a good job."
"Monsters are easy to mess with, and imps are difficult to deal with. It's better to worry less in the Skin Picking Department."
Ma Liu had a scratchy throat and coughed twice. Wang Goudan, who rarely spoke back, nodded in agreement:
"I just went out and was stared at by a kid. It's really boring."
"Kid?"
Ma Liuyi was startled and looked in the direction of Brother Gou's mouth.
An unkempt little beggar was hiding his body behind the wall, looking around.
In troubled times, there are not many things, except for beggars. Eye spies are all over the streets, and even the Yamen are under surveillance.
Of course, this is mainly for Wang Goudan.
Ma Liu smiled and said:
"You are having a harder time than me. You are hunted down when you go out."
"I'm sorry they don't dare to touch me."
Wang Goudan picked at the black mud under his fingernails and flicked his finger in the direction of the little beggar, completely ignoring him.
No one who lives in the world dares to touch someone like Pisi.
Ji Yamen is above the secular world. People who are not martial arts practitioners can imagine that doing things is tantamount to self-destruction.
Moreover, Lei Peng also said that with his support, as long as he does not provoke those nobles and powerful demons, he can almost walk sideways in the capital.
The two of them walked together on the long street. Under the night, all the three religions and nine schools were wandering on the street like ghosts.
During the day, the official patrols were tight, and the Great Yan Dynasty looked like a peaceful and prosperous time. Only at night could it tolerate filth.
A stall was set up on the side of the road for pedicures, and an oil lamp was hung. It looked like a kind-hearted old man who was living in poverty, but someone actually came to get a pedicure. He told the story in a few words. After the pedicure, he was left with more than just a few pennies. He turned around and was all over his body. It has to be cleaned out.
There are many people surrounding the shadow puppet performers, with three floors inside and three floors outside. Those with money support the show, and those with no money support the show alone. But if you really have no money, you will be surrounded by people from these six floors.
And so on, the first-rate high platform, the second-rate performance, the third-rate circus and the fourth-rate performance. It was originally a lively business, but at night it turned into a night of ghosts.
There was no curfew in the Great Yan Dynasty, but there was a saying in every household:
"Don't go out after dark."
Before going to the Piping Department, it was dangerous for Ma Liu to go out at night.
Nowadays, my horizons have broadened, I have come into contact with more things, and I have even glanced at the memories of many demons. When I look at the people on the roadside, they have no human touch, only demonic auras.
The two of them walked less than two miles, followed by several waves of people.
Seeing a drunken prostitute rush out from the flower building and hit the ground with a bang, his forehead was bleeding, and he was silent. The passers-by around him looked numb, as if death on the street was a common occurrence, Ma Liu couldn't help but Chao Wang Goudan asked:
"Isn't it a bit dangerous for us to come here?"
Falling to death in the street, no one cares, human life is so cheap, the chaos of the Great Yan Dynasty is beyond imagination.
However, Wang Goudan, whom he hasn't seen for several years, seems to have become accustomed to this chaotic world.
"What are you afraid of? Just show your credentials when something happens."
All officials under the Jiyao Yamen have a bronze waist plate engraved with their department and name as a certificate.
Papisi is a bit special.
Since the staff changes so quickly, it's impossible to just make a badge for everyone. It's too troublesome, so I might as well just engrave a few words and put it in each restaurant.
Ma Liu had never paid attention to waist cards before, but he only remembered that Lei Peng had told him to take them with him when going out.
At this moment, the bronze medal was in hand, cold and heavy, and the words "Eleven Pickpockets" were very clear.
"Wow——"
The following gangs dispersed completely, wishing they didn't have eight legs.
"..." Ma Liu.
Ordinary people are short-sighted and don't know that there are demons in the world. They don't have much respect for the Yamen Jiyamen. They only regard it as the City God's Temple.
But if these groups of people who came here dare to cause trouble at night, they must have demons as backers, and they will most likely listen to the stories of the gangsters.
The end of the demons is not a solitary tomb, but Papis is where they belong.
Ma Liu didn't like to show off his power, so he scared Xiao Xiao away, put his waist badge in his arms, and walked into Chunfeng Tower with Wang Goudan.
After giving half a tael of silver to the old madam who greeted the customer at the door, and while talking, he was about to ask him to send someone to carry away the body outside the door. When Ma Liu turned around, he saw that the prostitute had become naked and was lying dead on the street, with all his clothes stripped off. A clean one.
Winter is coming, and a pair of clothes can change a life.
The things belonging to dead people are also picked up without fail.
With the world in such a miserable state, Ma Liuxin said that it would be better to go to Papis. At least he would not have to worry about food and drink, and would not have to experience the hardships of life.
Sitting in the lobby, the orioles were singing and dancing on the stage, and they were posing at the table.
After ordering two jugs of good wine, Wang Goudan ignored the disgusted looks from the guests around him, flicked his long hair, hugged Sister Yao in his arms, and started talking flirtatiously, not even drinking, which made Sister Yao's eyes blurry.
Ma Liu also filled up the glass without drinking half the glass.
A few days ago, he killed a demon, was assassinated, and died of poisoned wine.
The experiences of those who came before us and the experiences of those who come after us cannot guarantee that the disciples of the Beggar Clan did not know their own sense of propriety, mixed their wine with poison, and attacked Wang Goudan, taking him with them as well.
He is not afraid of upright actions, but is afraid of villains plotting against him and dying unjustly.
When everyone is dead, what's the use of Lei Peng getting angry and asking the Beggars Gang?
Enjoying the drunken life and death in the flower house, Ma Liu felt that he was out of place.
However, after changing the environment, my tense heartstrings relaxed a lot.
In the Piping Division, you fight the King of Hell every day, and your spirit is like a tight wire. You don't dare to slack off. If this continues, it will easily break down.
After a while, Wang Goudan got the kiln sister drunk and carried her directly to the second floor without picking anyone.
Ma Liu pricked up his ears, listening to the bragging and spanking of the guests at the table next to him.
"Have you heard that the Minister of Justice will marry his daughter in a few days?"
"This incident caused a sensation in the capital. The daughter-in-law of a servant married a fellow countryman. Not to mention an anecdote throughout the ages, at least it has never happened before."
"Your information is inaccurate. The person who married the servant's daughter is not the Zhu family boy from Changlefang in the east of the city."
"Then who is getting married?"
"The eldest son of the Liang family, a veteran of three dynasties."
Upon hearing this man, several guests couldn't help but sigh and became less interested.
The eldest son of the Liang family was proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling and smoking. He had married eighteen concubines in ten years and was notoriously dissolute.
I have been suffering from a strange illness in the past few days, and half of my body has rotted away.
The imperial doctor was invited and he was told that it was a disease of flowers and willows that could not be cured and that he should wait to die.
Even so, the Minister of Punishment insisted on betrotting his daughter to the Liang family and did not want to take another look at the common people.
This deep-rooted view of family status made the longing civilian guests feel despair and naturally lost their appetite for wine.
