Longevity: God of War

Chapter 6 Beggar
At this moment, the beggar's attention was finally removed from the woman on the street. He looked up at the wine jar in Lu Yang's arms, and couldn't help swallowing.

Lu Yang leaned against the wall, looking delirious.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the beggar. He laughed and patted the beggar on the shoulder. He looked like he had misunderstood someone after drinking too much, and said loudly, "Come on! Brother, keep drinking."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the broken bowl in front of the beggar in a daze, held the wine jar and poured him half a glass.

"Today I treat guests, drink!" Lu Yang pushed half a bowl of wine to the beggar.

Seeing this, the beggar couldn't help but smile, with joy in his eyes, he picked up the broken bowl and drank it in one gulp.

As soon as the drink was in his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.

"puff!"

He spit out the wine in one gulp, and a flash of color flashed in his eyes, but looking at the drunk and unconscious Lu Yang, he had no choice but to snort coldly, get up and leave cursing.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared at the street corner that Lu Yang, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly got up.

His eyes are clear, how can there be any confusion?
"Looks like it's him..." Lu Yang thought to himself.

Although he couldn't tell the beggar he was looking for from his appearance, he still had a way to tell.

According to the records of the Raiders, this beggar loves drinking very much, and he almost refuses to come to drink, but there is only one kind of wine that he hates very much, that is sweet-scented osmanthus.

The wine in Luyang's wine jar is made from sweet-scented osmanthus.

If the identity of this person cannot be determined based on this alone, then besides this, there is another characteristic of this person, that is, he was poisoned by his enemies when he was young. Although he saved his life in the end, but because Complete loss of the sense of smell.

When Lu Yang approached him, most of his clothes were already wet with sweet-scented osmanthus brew. Anyone who drank could smell the smell of sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweets.The reason why he didn't respond was because he lost his sense of smell.

He didn't taste the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus brew until the wine entered his mouth, so he immediately spit it out.

Through these two points, he can basically be sure that this person is the person he is looking for.

……

It's night, Luoyan City, Beicheng Street.

It had just entered night, but Luoyan City did not fall silent because of this. The busiest commercial street in the North City was brightly lit and full of voices, and most of the people coming and going were rich children in luxurious clothes.

Among the few people wearing coarse cotton clothes, a teenager hurried through the crowd, walked through the bustling commercial street, and walked straight into the gray area in the northwest corner of the city.

Northwest of the city, where the Black Tiger Gang is stationed.

Compared with the prosperity of Beicheng Commercial Street, most areas in the northwest of the city are dimly lit and sparsely populated.

At the entrance of a quaint house, two guards in simple brown uniforms, one fat and one thin, sat cursing on both sides of the gate.

"Hey, have you heard? There seems to be something wrong in the villages outside the west of the city." The skinny guard suddenly said.

Perhaps it was because guarding the gate was too boring, and the two chatted about the big and small things that happened inside and outside the city recently.

"Really? What happened?" The fat guard couldn't help being curious and asked softly.

"Oh, it's really pitiful to say..." The skinny guard sighed softly, "I heard that the Bloody Clothes Pavilion did it. Maybe someone in the village offended the Bloody Clothes Pavilion. Now several villages have been burned. It is estimated that during this time, Many refugees must come to our Luoyan City."

"Blood Clothes Pavilion? Aren't they afraid of the government if they do this?" The fat guard shook his head, a little puzzled.

"Why don't you say that you are ignorant? Do you think the Bloody Clothes Pavilion is a small sect like our Black Tiger Gang?" The skinny guard curled his lips, and said with some disdain: "You must know that the Bloody Clothes Pavilion is a first-class force. It’s the one who ranks first, unless the imperial court sends masters down, how can the government of such a small place pay attention to him.”

The fat guard nodded half-understanding.

Naturally, the two of them didn't know that in the short time between the two of them talking, a black shadow had entered the courtyard under their noses.

Lu Yang quietly entered the courtyard, and quietly sneaked into the room.

As the residence of the Black Tiger Gang, this small courtyard is not small, with more than ten rooms, but the only person who lives here is the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

It was late at night, and the deputy gang leader had long since fallen asleep, and now that Lu Yang's golden body was accomplished, he was able to hide his aura.

Lu Yang sneaked into the innermost room and stopped in front of a floor.

He bent down, tapped the floor lightly, then took out the dagger he was carrying, and carefully pried open the floor.

Under the floor, a dark compartment came into view, and in the dark compartment was an exquisite small wooden box.

Lu Yang opened the wooden box, took out three two-finger-sized gold bars contained inside, then restored everything to its original state, and quickly left the place.

……

Returning home quickly, Lu Yang looked at the three gold bars in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Each of these three gold bars weighs a full five taels, and for the current Lu Yang, it is undoubtedly a huge fortune.

In this world, a thousand dollars is worth a tael, and a tael is equal to one tael of silver, and a hundred taels of silver is equal to a tael of gold.

Under normal circumstances, the daily expenditure of a normal family of three will not exceed ten yuan.

As a butcher, Lu Yang's second uncle's income is much higher than that of ordinary people, only fifty dollars a day.

Lu Yang is now an executioner, and every time the government executes an execution, he will get [-] yuan in bonuses. However, because he is not the only executioner, and the number of death row prisoners is not large, he usually spends ten and a half days. Only one execution per month is required.

But in general, his average daily income is around [-] yuan.

And these 15 taels of gold are a total of [-] guan. If he only beheads the government, he will not be able to have such wealth in a few lifetimes.

As for why he knew the existence of these golds, it was naturally because of the strategy in his previous life.

In a plot in the previous life, the 15 taels of gold was embezzled by the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang without telling the leader.

"The next step is to wait for the refugees to enter the city..." Lu Yang thought to himself.

There are several scattered villages more than a dozen miles west of Luoyan City.

Although I don't know the reason, but just a few days ago, these villages were looted and burned by the Bloody Pavilion, and most of the surviving villagers lost their homes and became refugees.

Without a place to live, the refugees could only flee in the direction of Luoyan City. Now many of them have gathered and slept outside Luoyan City. It is expected that the government will open the gates of the city to receive the refugees in the next few days.

Of course, this is not Lu Yang's prediction, but the memory of his previous life.

Refugees entering the city, in the early days of "Flying Immortals", is a relatively well-known large-scale event. Players can trigger many tasks and plots during this event.

(End of this chapter)