In the last hand, Li Ermazi pressed all the money on his body onto the gambling table.

This is the most favorable option for him.

If you win, you still have the money left; if you lose, the money will not fall into your hands anyway, so it is better to take a try.

This is exactly the gambling nature of a gambler!

As a result, there was no accident.

Fang Zheng and the other two were busy. In addition to sending him into the yamen, they eventually returned empty-handed.

The witch Ma who gave a ritual was even more dissatisfied when she left.

But misfortune never comes alone.

"Mr. Zhang."

The donkey cart slowly drove out of the city. Song Fu smashed his mouth and took out a purse and handed it over.

"This is your salary these days. I should have paid it when I was working, but I thought I would give it to you anyway, and it's the same now."

Fang Zheng took the heavy purse and opened it. He saw that the four hundred copper coins were immediately in sight.

As a temporary accountant, his daily wage is 60 cents.

These should be included in today's work.

"What does this mean?"

Could it be that Zhang Daguanren knew that his family had been thieves, so he paid the money in advance to provide relief?

"Why!"

Song Fu sighed and said, "The news came last night that a group of strong people appeared on the river recently."

"The master said that our medicinal materials business will stop recently, and today is the last day of busyness."

"ah!"

Fang Zheng was stunned and couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart.

His entire net worth is only four taels of silver, including making wooden cabinets and ordering books.

Once this errand is stopped, it’s okay to support yourself by just making updates, but it’s hard to consider other things.

If you practice talisman making and cinnabar, you don’t know how long it will last.

"Manager Song."

His throat turned and he asked, "I wonder if there are any other work in the pharmacy shop suitable for me?"

"I don't choose the ones who are alive, I can just give you some wages!"

"Mr. Fang was joking."

Song Fu smiled and shook his head: "You have great skills, how can you do the crude benzene work in the shop?"

"I don't mind."

Fang Zheng spoke quickly.

"How come that happens? I've just been depressed. Besides, other people are afraid they won't be able to adapt to being with you."

Song Fu waved his hand to reject it and said, "In this way, I'll ask if there are any shortages of people in other owners."

"Thank you!"

Fang Zheng had no choice but to bow his hand and hold his fists.

When he arrived at the dock and got off the donkey cart, Song Fu directed everyone to start to be busy, and he also set up his own table alone.

"This guy."

The honest voice sounded from behind.

Looking back, a tall and burly coachman stood by the roadside and bowed to him.

Behind him was a black carriage.

"I dare to ask how to get to Mingchu Mountain?"

"Mingchu Mountain."

Fang Zheng stood up and pointed to the distance: "Over there, you can walk around the city less than ten miles away."

"There is a village at the foot of the mountain, and you will know it as soon as you ask."

This Mingchu Mountain is where he came to this world, so he naturally knew the path.

But there is extremely remote place and few people come over there.

"Thank you!"

The coachman bowed and thanked him, and he was about to get on the horse and rush on his way.

At this time, the curtains of the carriage were rolled up, revealing a figure dressed in a Taoist, and whispered a few words to the coachman.

"oh!"

When the coachman heard this, his expression changed, and then turned around and looked at Fang Zheng again.

"Brother, my master said that your aura is different. Maybe it was because of a mistake in practicing the exercises. If you continue, you may be in a short time."

"That's all, say goodbye!"

“…”

Fang Zheng opened his mouth and watched the carriage gradually fade away.

He originally wanted to deny it a few words, but saw various complex Taoist patterns painted on the carriage.

At this time, he was no longer a ignorant person about Taoism.

Those Tao patterns conform to the heaven, time and earth hexagrams, have many wonderful features, and are mostly used to build altars.

In other words, the carriage itself is a top altar, and the person in the car must be a master of practice!

The other party's words should not be without a reason.

After thinking about it carefully, since he practiced Xuanyin refining, various abnormalities in his body have indeed appeared.

The sleep time is getting shorter and shorter, the heartbeat is getting slower and slower, and sometimes the mental state becomes trance.

These things became more and more obvious as his cultivation deepened.

Of course, there are many benefits.

If the physical constitution is comparable to the middle and late stages of body refining, the night vision ability is amazing, and you are not afraid of all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits, etc.

"Is there really something wrong with this technique? Or, what happened when I was practicing?"

Fang Zheng couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

But let’s not talk about whether he is willing to let go of his practice or not. Even if he wants to get rid of Xuanyin and refine his body, it is probably not easy.

This technique is always running on its own, even if it is eating or sleeping, it never stops.

It’s just that I don’t concentrate on practicing as quickly as I do.

"After returning to the city, I have time to find the doctor to take a look!"

…………

"Dong!—Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The crescent moon is in the sky.

On the empty street, Fang Zheng held a lantern and a hammer in his hand, and beating the gong regardless of lightness or weight.

"The sky is dry, be careful of the candle!"

Apart from the sometimes barking sounds of dogs, there is only the sound of him making more sounds around him.

"Dong!——"

The knocking sound came to an abrupt end.

Fang Zheng frowned and looked at the courtyard on the side of the street.

He has amazing eyesight and can see the night as white as day.

The courtyard in front of me has long been abandoned, and weeds can be seen inside through the cracks of the door, but at this time, there are a few eyes looking out.

Seeing him turn his head, the person inside immediately retreated.

"beggar?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and walked forward.

The city walls of Wuqing County have been disrepaired for a long time and have many holes. Before they are filled, they cannot stop outsiders from entering.

Such abandoned courtyards have long become gathering places for all kinds of wanderers, and he is not surprised.

However, if there are too many homeless people in the city who cannot fill their stomachs, it will naturally be difficult to be peaceful.
To be continued...