The sultry summer is often followed by heavy rains.

The small tofu stall between the two jewelry stores was caught off guard in the face of the sudden heavy rain. The gentle woman in a cloth skirt was busy covering the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the small case with a winnowing basket. Unfortunately, the dustpan woven by bamboo could block the rain. When she ran to the shop next door, she borrowed an umbrella of oil cloth, and even the shop brought the people into a drop of soup.

The woman was busy all night, and the woman was obviously a little upset, but she didn't feel much distress after earning a lot of extra money. She took the spy early and ran to the back door of Baibaozhai, and learned from the shopkeepers the experience of opening a jewelry shop.

The young man in gorgeous clothes came to the douhua shop with an oil-paper umbrella, followed by some scholars and officials. After finding that the person was not there, he entered Baibaozhai and talked to the woman under the eaves with a harmonious expression. The anger that night was both angry and left behind the Buddha. Looking at the words "a bright red dew condensed in fragrance..." on the woman's hairpin, the young man in gorgeous clothes smiled warmly. He picked the most expensive one from Baibaozhai to give her, but the woman smiled and refused.

As warm as ever, it makes people unable to bear any temper. The young man in China finally raised his hand to say goodbye.

After getting on the carriage, the shop was still busy. The woman was wandering around the shopkeeper, smiling, still as gentle as before, but with a little bit of a difference. Perhaps it was the difference between a fake smile and a real happiness.

He raised his hand and put down the curtain of the car. Lin Fengyang was silent for a long time. He raised his hand and drove towards the outer city.

Under the night, rainstorms were pouring. Guangji Wharf on the edge of the outer city, the lights were dim and noisy, and the gambling houses were laughing and scolding. Some clean men were thrown out of the gambling stalls and threw them into the small street filled with mud. On the thatched grass on the street were lying some beggars who didn't know what they knew about life and death, leaning against the drunken rogue, emitting an unpleasant stench. There were also women with a pretty look, leaning against the door of the diner, looking around at the right rich man, and they were laughing and scolding back when they were looking at it for a few more times. There were half-old children playing with mud in the rain.

No matter how prosperous the place is, there are such corners and corners where people from the bottom of society gather.

Guangji Wharf is near Dongshuimen, and cargo ships enter and exit the capital from the Bian River. Most of them are warehouses nearby and all the private ones are from the official houses. Lifu and boatmen are all focused on these places. The families of major families may never set foot here in their entire lives, and most of them are the managers of the mansion who come to greet them.

It is obviously inappropriate to say that there are people in the world. The three religions and the worlds here cannot be called the people in the world. Most of them are gangsters who are hiding in the capital, and there are also a few people who commit crimes to seek protection from local forces. They are all homeless and unfamiliar people. The government occasionally comes to make a move. As long as they do the work, no one will patrol. After all, if these people are missing, who will help princes and nobles do dirty work, they cannot let the great managers in the mansion get on the boat and move things in person.

There are fights and fights every day, and there will be an extra body in remote corners every now and then. No one reported to the officials and there will be no investigation. The mass graves outside the city are prepared for these people.

The wheels ran over the street.

The guard with a knife was carrying a carriage and stopped in a gambling house on the street. Someone looked around and scolded him. He naturally had some eyesight. He knew that he was coming to business, and some people came forward to ask, but were ignored.

The young man in gorgeous clothes got out of the car and was recommended by Xiao Si to the room behind the gambling stall. The strong gambling stall owner leaned on the chair and drank tea.

Bianjing City has a large population of over one million, and there are many local snakes hidden in the dark. Chen Wen, who is in the south city, is the best. However, he has retreated from the world in the inner city and has a sense of character in dealing with people and is far inferior to the mixed dragons and snakes in the marginal areas.

The visitor lifted the curtain of the car. The gambling boss was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled a little on his face. He stood up and greeted: "Mr. Lin, what wind has blown you, sprinkled your home..."

The room was filled with a musty smell due to the heavy rain. Lin Fengyang raised his hand and covered his nose and frowned slightly: "Let me find a few people and help me with something."

There are many big people in the capital, and there are private soldiers under their command, but they are always famous as their parents, so some things are not easy to take action on the surface. For example, the land of Mo Ni's concubine's family was occupied by someone and needed someone to get it back. He fell in love with the location of a certain courtyard, but he didn't make any sense and refused to move away. This required them to run errands.

"It's easy to say, is Mr. Lin the same as last time, or..."

"Other things."

Lin Fengyang looked around and raised his hand and gestured.

The gambling shopkeeper frowned, rubbed his fingers, and hesitated for a little bit: "The official family has been in a tight mood recently, let's talk about it, Sa's family is a businessman..."

Lin Fengyang took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve: "A little scholar, a foreigner, I'll handle the others."

While we were talking, a noise came from the gambling house.

Lin Fengyang frowned slightly, raised the curtain and looked up, but saw a man with his bare chest quarreled with the guard in the messy gambling house, and he was fighting each other with a few words.

The man was exposed to sunlight and dark skin for many years, and had a scar on his arms, as if he had practiced his work. His guard must be a good man, but he was hugged and put on the table hard, hitting the wooden table in a split.

In the middle, there was a man like an iron tower sitting and watching the show, as if he knew the scar man, and kept pointing to joke. Other gamblers retreated far away. If they dodge and block the way, they were grabbed by the iron tower man and threw it out. They fell on the wall and groaned, but no one cared about it.

"Who is this person?"

Lin Fengyang looked a little and asked.

The shopkeeper of the gambling shop was about to ask someone to pull the squad, but when he heard this, his eyes narrowed: "This squat is a butcher on the dock, named Zheng Sihai. He came to Tokyo last year. The one sitting next to him is his brother, Boss Zheng. I heard that he had robbed the aisle before."

"Jidao? This is a serious crime for ordinary people."

"The official came to check it a few times, but he was not taken away. I think he was also yelling. But the young master should understand that who knows the truth or false things he did in the wilderness."

Speaking of this, the gambling shopkeeper turned his eyes: "The scholar mentioned by the young master, I have offended you in some way..."

Lin Fengyang carried the curtain and his face was calm: "I secretly wrote articles to slander my father, but I couldn't find any evidence. These ungrateful scholars have some talent and knowledge, but I can't tell you. My father is angry about this. If you do things cleanly, you will definitely benefit from it."

The gambling boss knew the identity of the young master in front of him and nodded slightly: "With this young master's words, the family will naturally feel at ease."

During the gambling process, the guard was pressed to the ground and fisted several times. He raised his hand to draw the knife in anger. Boss Zheng was immediately annoyed and got up and wanted to grab the knife. At this moment, a voice came:

"Stop! Come here."
Chapter completed!