My Attributes Cultivation Life

With a bang, Zhang Rongfang poured the bath water in the bucket down the drain at the gate of the courtyard.

The ditch and the foamy water of the public bath next door slowly flowed down.

He tilted his head and glanced, and the two children were sitting in front of the bathroom door brushing the bucket again.

"Selling dumplings with minced green onion, golden cinnamon with bean paste, fried scallops with shrimp"

The old man carrying the burden slowly turned around along the street.

The hot air in the burden steams out from the edge of the jar, and even if it is wrapped in a thick cloth, you can smell the faint fragrance of glutinous rice flour.

"Two kilograms, sir." Zhang Rongfang put down the bucket, touched the coins on his body, and stepped forward and stopped.

"Zhang Guanren got up so late today?"

Uncle Tangyuan passes through this street every day, and occasionally Zhang Rongfang takes care of his business.

Therefore, he also has a good impression of this young man who speaks softly to everyone.

"Last night, I was a little late to practice." Zhang Rongfang replied casually. "By the way, uncle, where is there any place in this city that sells old books and weird things? Most of the time I lead the team around the neighborhood, I really don't know about other places."

"Old books? Weird things?" The old man thought for a while. "You should be able to find them in Yanliu Lane. There are all these kinds of things there."

"Yanliuxiang? Okay, thank you." Zhang Rongfang paid the money, returned to the yard with the dumplings, and brought the tub back.

After tidying up a little, he changed his clothes and went straight out towards Yanliu Lane.

He had passed by that place before, but never entered.

After about half of the city, he found this somewhat hidden alley in another city.

Outside the alley, there was a big watch.

The so-called Wangzi is a long wooden stick with a cloth hanging on the top, and various signs and advertisements are written on it.

At this time, it was written on the Wangzi: The place where the large quantities of tobacco and alcohol are shipped, the authentic one, the time-honored brand of Tanyang, Liuji.

These paragraphs are scattered around a round copper coin pattern.

Zhang Rongfang read it carefully several times. He still rarely sees advertisements that are so close to the modern style on this ground.

At the entrance of the alley, donkey carts were constantly coming in and out.

Two shirtless dark men were smoking a cigarette and chatting.

Zhang Rong straightened the hem of his clothes and strode into the alley.

As soon as you enter, there is a small shop on the left side of the entrance of the alley.

The store has no signs, no notices, and no Wangzi plaques.

Just hanging a pink silk scarf on a bamboo pole at the door.

The attribute bar is not only used to watch yourself, but also to observe foreign objects.

Books on the wall kept swiping.

It's just that the situation like the last month's knife did not appear again.

Zhang Rongfang quickly swept the books on both sides of the wall, and none of the books made the attribute bar respond.

"Seller, do you have any other old things here?" Zhang Rongfang recalled that the contents of the Moonlight Knife seemed to be a part.

The old man adjusted his glasses and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"You go further inside. There are a few shops selling Western stuff. But there are a lot of fakes."

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang nodded and cupped his hands.

He turned and walked out, only halfway there, and suddenly stopped.

"Master, can I ask you something?"

"What?" The old man looked up at him suspiciously.

Zhang Rongfang was silent.

"What do you think, today's Daling, is everyone doing well?"

In Daling, freedom of religion, freedom of speech, there are not a few people discussing the current dynasty, as long as they don't make trouble, there are no restrictions in this regard.

So he is not very sensitive about this issue.

The old shop owner thought about it.

"The younger generation thinks that we stay in this place and feel bitter, right?" He laughed.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Rongfang asked back.

The old shopkeeper stood up and slowly shook his head.

"Actually, even though the current Spirit Emperor classifies Confucian scholars like me as inferior, it doesn't make any trouble for us."

"Do you know why?" He looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Why?"

"Because we are Confucian students." The old man smiled, "We are only Confucian students."

He took a book from the shelf and gently rubbed the handwriting on the cover. There were three big characters on the book: History of Lingyue.

"Speaking of which, many people have misunderstood us. When they see many Confucian scholars dressed in poverty, they think that the Lingting is persecuting us. Actually, it is not."

He was full of breath and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Except for the cancellation of the imperial examinations, Ling Ting actually does not restrict the Confucian school. Many of us still have land and land, and even if the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are paid, many people still have nothing to worry about."

"Except for a small number of Confucian people who came from poor backgrounds and had to engage in the dilemma of writing miscellaneous scripts and selling song lyrics, many Confucian people wore a layer of Taoism and Buddhism, and traveled around the mountains and waters, singing to wine."

Zhang Rongfang looked at him with a little surprise, not knowing whether these words were true or false.

"Don't look at me like that. You know, even if you can't take the imperial examination, my Confucian scholar is still a learned man, and the most popular teacher in all the gates in the world." The old man smiled and said.

"So, apart from not being able to be an official, we don't lack anything. Now we are very happy."

He concluded.

"I don't need mercy, it's just a temporary trough."

Looking at Zhang Rongfang, who was a little stunned, the old man said again.

"Actually, in today's world, although military service is frequent, the common people's life is still relatively easy. Just say this Tan Yangcheng, the surrounding people, have you heard that they were starved to death and frozen to death?"

Zhang Rongfang was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"No."

"That's it." The old man smiled. "Daling attaches great importance to craftsmanship and farming. He has restructured agricultural books several times and improved planting. Now the output of farming has increased greatly. The efficiency of textiles has also more than doubled due to the improvement of tools."

"As soon as the shipping opened, blue and white porcelain, glazed murals, tea, wine, etc. were exported, and a lot of money and money resources flowed in. Everyone, this small life is getting more and more moisturizing."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, Lingting has so much military service and uprisings everywhere, but it just can't make it a climate.

He has been here for two years, and he has rarely heard of ordinary people who were starved to death and frozen to death.

As for military service, if you think about it carefully, there are not many people who also die, and there are not many families who return after military service~www.readwn.com~ It is said that it is because, when the Lingting army goes on an expedition, people in the conquered area are usually forced to be the vanguard cannon fodder. .

The pioneers made these conquered sieges consume the city, and when the enemy was exhausted, the main force was overwhelmed.

In addition, the Lingting army is extremely elite, and all kinds of war machines are well-equipped, so there are really not many casualties.

"The common people, as long as they have food and clothing, and have no worries about food and clothing, they can be honest." The old man sighed. "The current imperial court is the strongest in the world. Looking up everywhere, any country dares to blockade and retreat, and the army will swept through everything. Forcibly open the door of the country.

Or trade, or conquer. It is a pity that such a great cause is a pity to use the flesh and blood of all races to make us live and work in peace and contentment.”

He didn't continue to speak, but his eyes were a little regretful.

Zhang Rongfang did not ask again. He could see that the old man was not lying, but a sincere thought.

He cupped his hands and turned away silently.

After leaving Shushan Youjing Store, he followed the old man's instructions and walked deeper into the alley.

Not long after, the prostitute shops on both sides were also scarce.

A shop with a signboard called Qiqi Zhai appeared in front of him.

The door of the shop is old and the door is half open.

A curly-haired old man with blond hair and blue eyes was bowing his head and smiling with a few officials who entered the door to check, and whispered something to please.

After a while, he handed over a roll of banknotes in his sleeve, and pleaded a few times in a good voice.

It's a pity that those officials were still reluctant to leave with wrinkled faces. His eyes looked around, as if he wanted to scrape some more oil and water.

Zhang Rongfang squinted and stepped forward.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a straight face and casually.

Several officials saw him, and one of them changed his face and recognized him immediately.

"Yo, Team Zhang! I saw you several times in the Prison Department not long ago."

He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands.