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Volume 0016 The Law and Order of Bianjing City is Not So Good

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    After Zhan Zhao left, Hei Zhu continued to work on the newly cultivated vegetable field of ten square meters, sowing seeds and planting vegetables, while Jin Linko helped water it.

    Lu Sen opened the package that Yang Jinhua brought in the morning.

    A pile of gold ingots weighing about two catties.

    A small dark red wooden box, open the sliding cover, and there are some things like mushrooms and mica inside.

    The ancients liked to regard these things as good things for nourishing qi and replenishing the body. It is estimated that the Yang family also regarded Anmen as treasures.

    Then there is a gray wooden box.  Open it, and there are some beautiful jade stones and two glass cups inside!

    The workmanship of the glass is not bad, the surface is polished very smooth, but the quality itself is not good. It is obvious that there are many bubbles in the walls of the two glass cups.

    This should be a glass cup from the barbarians, because the shape is square, and there are no embellishments or micro-carvings on the surface.

    If it is a glazed cup produced by Song Dynasty, it is really a work of art in the style of carving dragons.

    It can be seen from these things that the Yang family is indeed very upright in doing things, try to express their gratitude.

    Money, medicine, and treasures are all given.

    Putting the other two aside, Lu Sen is really in short supply of money.

    He put the gold ingots in the system backpack, and put other things in the 'storage box' he just made.

    This boxy storage box does not look big, only about one cubic meter in volume.

    But it comes with twenty system grids, and many things can be superimposed in one grid.

    The actual capacity is terrible.

    After putting away the things, Lu Sen went out to the yard and called out, "Heizhu, Ringo, let's go for a walk in the city. Buy something if you need something, and add something to the house."

    I have been in this world for three days, and I have been busy building a 'safe room'.  Now that the house has been built, it's time to walk around or collect information.

    When he heard that he was going out, Jin Lingo shook his head again and again: "Lang Jun, I won't go, I want to work at home."

    This is a normal reaction of 'lower people', especially those who have not seen much of the world.

    Since Jin Lingo was sensible, he has lived in the street of refugees.  In her memory, she is an inferior person, a lowly person.

    The bustling Bianjing City, which is separated from the refugee street by a wall, is a place only the upper class can go to.

    She is not eligible to go.

    You can't go, otherwise, if you accidentally bump into a nobleman and stain the other person's clothes, you will probably be beaten to death on the spot.

    This is the concept that she has instilled in her mind intentionally or unintentionally since she was a child.

    Lu Sen looked at the panicked Jin Lingo, and didn't force her, and said with a smile, "Then you stay at home and don't leave the yard, understand?"

    This is not inside the city outside the city is always more dangerous.  But in the wooden fence, security is certainly needless to say.

    Besides, the city of Bianjing is not very safe, especially for little girls.  Those beggars in Wuyou Cave are really inhuman and elusive.

    Hearing that he didn't need to enter the city, Jin Lingo was obviously relieved, then nodded repeatedly, expressing that he would never leave the range of the courtyard.

    However, Heizhu seemed very excited. He had been begging for food in Bianjing since he was a child, so his greatest wish was to be able to walk on the streets of Bianjing without fear.

    Now that my husband has registered as a householder and his wish has been fulfilled, he naturally wants to go for a walk around the city with his head held high.

    The mood is even a little urgent.

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    There are six entrances to Bianjing City, and there are long queues at each entrance.

    Under the scorching sun, everyone was sweating, even Lu Sen was no exception.

    And those who have status, rode tall horses, or sat in sedan chairs, and entered the city calmly.

    The soldiers guarding the entrance of the city will not stop them, and they will not even check them.

    It was already half an hour before Lu Sen showed his household registration and brought Hei Zhu into the city.

    Because of sweating too much, after Lu Sen entered the city, he found a small stall on the side of the road and ordered two orders of bean curd.

    Lu Sen ordered the sweet one, while Hei Zhu likes the salty one.

    The two sat in the shade of the tree, listening to the cicadas above their heads, and the breeze blowing, very pleasant.

    On the sidewalk, there are people coming and going, and the clothes are ragged.  The rich and the bitter go hand in hand, and in front of the gorgeous eight-carried sedan chair is another escort cart covered in dust.

    The bustling city of Bianjing is unparalleled.  The noble and the lowly are huddled together heresp;  Even the most powerful assassin organization 'Ghost Fan Tower' started its momentum by borrowing its name.

    Lu Sen cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Vulgar people can't go to such a luxurious place."

    "Vulgar"

    Cao You felt that he was ridiculed.

    Brother Lu in front of me, although he has short hair, has a jade-like face, red lips and white teeth, and he has an unsullied demeanor.

    Add a white suit, like a banished fairy.  The little ladies and young ladies on the road saw it, and all of them were shy and timid.

    No matter how you look at it, they are talents that can only be cultivated by a big family.

    Is this all called vulgarity?

    What about my monkey face that my parents dislike, and my even thinner figure?

    Is it the crown of the monkey?

    I really wanted to throw up my sleeves and leave, but Cao You still held back.  He continued with a smile and said: "If Brother Lu doesn't like the noisy places like Fan Lou, you can go to Nuanchun Pavilion with me. Although the food and drink there are not as good as Fan Lou, but the ladies' piano skills and singing voices are excellent.  The top ones in Bianjing, singing softly and drinking wine, is the bliss in the world."

    Lu Sen shook his head: "Cao Erlang, please forgive me. I live outside the city. If I go to drink, I will probably miss the curfew time. See you next time, when the time is right, I will drink fine wine with you, Cao Erlang."

    When it came to this point, Cao You had no choice but to give up.

    He arched his hands, stopped his body, and waited for Lu Sen to disappear before returning home with a sigh.

    Back home, he wanted to tell his father and elder brother about the 'foreigner' he met just now.

    But when I thought that my father and elder brother had always respected ghosts and gods and stayed away, I gave up.

    He went to the side room, and found Liu Changfeng, the Taoist Fumu Taoist who was enshrined at home.

    Liu Changfeng is in his sixties, but he looks about fifty years old, with a ruddy complexion and black hair.  At this time, I was meditating under the shade of a tree in the courtyard.

    As soon as Cao You walked over, the Taoist opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Cao Xiaolang, I haven't seen you for several days, and your complexion is getting worse and worse."

    It's not bad to drink flower wine every day.  Cao You laughed out of embarrassment, and then asked seriously: "Master Taoist, I heard that in the Taoist sect, there is a supernatural power called Qiankun in the Sleeve, have you ever seen it?"

    "Never."

    "Xiaosheng met me on the street just now."

    "But changed some small objects?" Taoist Fumu chuckled and said, "That's just a trick, and an old Taoist can do it."

    "No! The man slammed, and threw such a big" Cao You gestured with his hand to draw a shape slightly larger than the human body: "The wooden armor was thrown out from the cuff."

    "This is impossible, Cao Xiaolang, you must have read it wrong."

    Cao You shook his head: "At that time, I was less than ten feet away from him, so I could see clearly. Unless I had an illusion, I wouldn't be wrong. ?
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