Jiaohua

There were people yelling to make way, and the crowd retreated to both sides. Many people squeezed in at the alley, leaving the avenue in the middle empty.

Quan Jiuwei was full of vigor, pushed the person away unceremoniously, stood on the outermost side and looked towards the direction of the city gate.

The ground under his feet gradually trembled. Quan Jiuwei was no stranger to it. It was caused by the horse's hooves.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Come here!"

Everyone raised their heads and tiptoed to look westward.

The city gates here still need to be repaired, so there is no need to knock them all down. There are large lanterns with several people hugging each other hanging on the cornices of the city walls. The candles in the lanterns are brightly lit, and countless candlesticks are all lit together.

The gate of the city opened wide in the distance, and soldiers and horses outside the gate gradually appeared. Their speed was not slow, and very quickly, the soldiers in the vanguard rode their horses into the city.

The crowd watched with bated breath, Quan Jiuwei frowned and looked at them without blinking.

Soon, these soldiers passed him by.

The horse is fat and strong, with strong hooves, and the ground is like an earthquake.

These soldiers are all strong and mighty. They ride high on horses and wear brand-new silver armor.

They came in a hurry and left quickly, heading towards Miyagi.

When the last soldier disappeared from sight, everyone seemed to have found their breath.

The eyes of the men were filled with envy and longing, the eyes of the women were filled with longing and hope, and Quan Jiuwei's eyes did not conceal the slightest hatred and contempt.

About [-] soldiers passed by. The armor they were wearing was not any of Li Gan's military system. Judging from its newness and the posture of entering the city, these soldiers were most likely the soldiers and horses of the witch.

An official from the Ministry of Industry in front shouted loudly, assembled his men to go back, and the gate of the city was closed again.

Seeing the city gate being slowly closed, Quan Jiuwei became more and more irritable. After a pause, he suddenly raised his hand to grab a middle-aged man: "I want to go out of the city, how can I get out of the city?"

The middle-aged man who was about to go to work was caught off guard and pushed him back: "You must be sick!"

Quan Jiuwei was pushed staggered by the man, furious: "You are looking for death!"

The people around the middle-aged man all looked at him.

Everyone is skinny and has no flesh on their faces. In comparison, Quan Jiuwei, who is also thin, can be regarded as the stronger one among them.

Quan Jiuwei grabbed the burden tightly and resisted the urge to pull out the dagger, but the more he endured, the more angry he became, and he held himself back until his hands trembled.

A group of people looked at him inexplicably, many of them sneered and continued to work.

It took a lot of effort for Quan Jiuwei to calm himself down.

He opened his eyes and looked at the city gate in the distance, he had to go there today.

At this time, a figure walked slowly and stopped beside him.

Quan Jiuwei sensed it from the corner of his eye, and turned his head away.

It was a slightly older old man, tall and thin, at least half a head taller than Quan Jiuwei. He also turned his head to look at Quan Jiuwei. When his eyes met with Quan Jiuwei's, the old man smiled slightly and said: My nephew."

Quan Jiuwei binocular vigilance: "Who are you?"

"Your temper is getting more and more violent," the old man laughed. "Ask a good question, and others may not be willing to tell you, but I see that you have lost even the most basic ability to talk to people. No tyrant's life, But having the temper of a tyrant is not acceptable."

Quan Jiuwei gritted his teeth: "Who the hell are you?"

Under the increasingly bright sky, the old man was dressed in a fairy-like manner, and the wind in the alleyway lifted his clothes. Only then did Quan Jiuwei see the material of his clothes. It seemed ordinary and simple, but it was the best moon silk brocade. .

"I am a very important person to you," the old man still smiled, "I will see you again in a few days, and if your temper improves at that time, I will give you something."

"I don't care about your things," Quan Jiuwei was annoyed, "Don't try to trick me, tell me who you are!"

The old man smiled: "Don't let the old man down, remember, your temper must be changed."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Stop!" Quan Jiuwei stepped forward, "If you don't tell me, I won't let you go."

Seeing that the old man kept walking, Quan Jiuwei probed to catch him, but the old man's slow pace suddenly accelerated, and his hand was directly missed.

"Don't worry," the old man resumed his slow pace and shook his head, "how did it become like this?"

Quan Jiuwei was furious, he reached out to grab the dagger, but when he saw so many people around, he gave up again.

"Stop!!" Quan Jiuwei followed up again.

At this time, dozens of scooters filled with stones were pushed forward, and the crowd squeezed towards both sides. The old man's footsteps became faster again, and he bypassed the crowd in an instant like a light boat getting heavier and heavier.

Quan Jiuwei was blocked by several retreating figures, and then he looked intently, where there was no figure of the old man.

"Damn it, who the hell is it!" Quan Jiuwei angrily reprimanded in a low voice.

The old man pushed open the back door of a restaurant, walked in with his hands behind his back, his brows were heavy.

The guy who got up early saw him and rushed over and said, "Guest officer, why are you leaving so early?"

The old man raised a smile: "Morning."

"Early, and you too!"

The old man stepped up the steps, went up to the third floor, and knocked on the door of the third guest room on the left.

"Come in." A clear old man's voice came from inside.

After closing the door, the old man sighed: "How can such a nice person be so violent?"

The old man stood by the window, looked at the busy crowd on the street with a pair of clear eyes, and said lightly: "Maybe he wasn't a 'good person' in the first place."

The old man walked up to him, looked at the world full of fireworks, and then looked at the increasingly bright sky, and suddenly said: "You and I bet, why don't you cancel it?"

The old man glanced at him: "Not trustworthy."

"Hahaha……"

"He's gone." The old man looked at Quan Jiuwei coldly.

"Can you still sleep?" the old man asked, "Sleep for a while, or go find your apprentice?"

"Sleep for a while," the old man turned and walked towards the bed, "There is no rush to find her, she may be outside the city right now."

The old man nodded: "Then I will go back to sleep."

"Remember to close the window."

"Aren't you by the window just now, you can't be lazy."

As the old man said, he raised his hand and closed the window sash.

"Ah Choo." Xia Zhaoyi sneezed softly.

When Zhan Ning came over with the brochure, he hurriedly said, "Second Miss, you're sick."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly and shook his head: "No."

Zhan Ning put down the booklet in his hand, and muttered: "I don't know why Jingzhao Mansion sent these, and the Second Miss doesn't want these."

"Just send it here, is there any more?"

"Also, I'll move it!"

Xia Zhaoyi got up and took a few books and flipped through them. In addition to all the policy announcements and filings issued by the Jingzhao Mansion, there are also large and small tax collection and calculation plans.

Not only Li Gan's taxes in the past few years since he came to Hejing, but also the household tax, household tax, commercial tax, and customs duties in Yong'an before are all clearly sorted out in the register.

Large-scale trade ranging from tens of thousands of taels to ordinary tea, salt, sugar, and iron are listed one by one.