Nightwatcher Chapter 50: Throwing pot

　　Why are all people afraid of social death? This involves a rule in the inner city. The inner city is different from the outer city. The latter has no curfew.

　　 The former lives with decent people. For the safety of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, there will be no more people on the street after the drums are played at dusk.

　　 As we all know, Jiaofang Division works at night.

　　 This means that going to the Jiaofang Division is more than just inquiring about the news, you have to stay there.

　　 That's why Xu Pingzhi opposed Xu Qi'an going to Jiaofang Division. He was originally a young and energetic guy who stayed in Jiafang Division. Who could bear the teasing of other girls?

　　 Therefore, whoever goes to Jiaofang Division must go to whoring.

　　 and the three men here are all artificial:

　　 The gentleman Xu Cijiu.

　　 don't go to check the column Xu Qi'an.

　　 Gu's beloved wife Xu Pingzhi.

　　 All three of them knew one thing clearly in their hearts. Even if there was a reason for it, prostitutes would be prostitutes, and this fact could not be changed.

　　Although I have never had a prostitute in my previous life, I can imagine the embarrassment of going to prostitution and being called by the police to inform my parents...I just don’t want to live anymore...Xu Qi’an is sitting upright, with a serious face.

　　 Some interesting things about the brothel appeared in my mind. When listening to a song on a goulan, Wang Catchhead started a topic. A certain official in the court went to teach the girl sleeping in the workshop, but he met himself when he was playing in the tea house. Son.

　　 The father and son had the same acupoint, and the scene was very embarrassing.

　　 spread all over the officialdom of the capital the next day, and it was a joke, so that even the head of the king heard about it from the magistrate Zhu.

　　 For this era that values ​​the three guides, five constants, and reputation, this kind of thing is a burden that the skin cannot bear.

　　Xu Qi'an looked at Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang, involuntarily appeared in his mind:

　　 Xu New Year: "Yo, Dad, you are here too, today this girl will let me, and tomorrow she will be yours."

　　 Second Uncle Xu: "Go away, who is Laozi? I will go to bed first."

　　 Xu Qi'an: "You all retreat, I want to be alone."

　　 I shudder when I think about it...Xu Qi'an coughed: "The Jiaofang Division has put aside in advance, we will continue to inquire about the news. After all, the Jiaofang Division is not obligatory, and we are not sure whether it is really possible to get from Fuxiang Oiran. I found favorable news there.

　　"Sit down and gather the news again the day after tomorrow. If there is no extra gain, we will consider going to Jiaofang Division again."

　　 Hearing what he said, Xu Erlang and Xu Ershu's attitudes suddenly improved and they nodded.

　　 Xu Qi'an thought, I should sacrifice and go to Jiaofang Division tomorrow night.

　　.....

　　 At noon the next day, Xu Qi'an took leave and returned to Xu Mansion. Xu Mansion, which was still lively in the past, was much colder.

　　 the maid and the old mother took half, leaving the concierge Lao Zhang and a few servants to take care of them. Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang have not returned.

　　 Xu Qi'an went to the inner courtyard in a light car, pushed Xu Erlang's room away, and found the moon-white Confucian shirt with precious fabrics embroidered with the same color moiré.

　　 He took off his quick-catching suit and put on the most decent dress of the little brother, with a decent jade pendant hanging from his belt.

　　 Xu Qi'an stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at what he looked like at the moment.

　　 is okay... just that my skin bag is too masculine, and I can’t wear the beautiful beauty of a small milk dog... If it were the beauty of my last life, I would be able to control this kind of clothes. .... Right now, this pair of skins lacks some sense of substitution... Xu Qi calms the wrinkles on his chest and leaves with satisfaction.

The structure of 　　 Dafeng Jingcheng can be summarized with the word "mattress", which are Miyagi, Imperial City, Inner City, and Outer City.

　　 Compared to the outer city with a large population of fish and dragons, Xu Qi'an understands the inner city as the CBD area of ​​the previous life. Those who can live in it are rich people.

　　 In this era, those who can live in the inner city are all people with status and status.

　　 It is worth mentioning that my aunt has always wanted to sell the property in the outer city and move to the inner city.

　　 It's a pity that there is a nephew of a gold swallowing beast, so my aunt is full of yearning for the inner city, but she has no chance to live in it.

　　 From Xu's Mansion to the gate of the inner city, if you walk, it would take Xu Qi'an three or four hours to walk now.

　　 He hired a carriage and arrived at the nearest inner city gate an hour later, took out the voucher he had prepared, and passed the customs smoothly.

　　The soldiers guarding the city carefully inspected the carriage and saw that Xu Qi'an was not carrying any large luggage, and his disappointment could not be concealed on his face.

　　 Because this means that Xu Qi'an didn't enter the inner city to do business, so he couldn't collect the city gate tax.

　　.....

　　 The inner city streets are wide and criss-crossed. Beautiful houses surrounded by greenery are built on the main roads, and various courtyards are distributed on the non-main roads.

　　Whether it is urban construction, pedestrian dressing, and the number of carriages on the street, it is far better than the outer city.

　　"You must bring Lingyue sisters to the inner city to play when you have time. The prosperous level is not the same as that of the outer city." Xu Qi'an lifted the curtains of the car and looked at the prosperous scene. Looks.

　　 He didn't go to Jiaofang Division immediately, it was early, and the seafood merchants did not work during the day.

　　 After paying the money for renting a carriage, Xu Qi'an wandered aimlessly in the street.

　　 Not long after, Xu Qi'an came to a market and looked up at the archway at the entrance: Yongkang Street!

　　 The spaciousness of this street is unprecedented by Xu Qi'an. It is two hundred meters wide, and the bluestone slabs form a flat ground, extending to the end of the line of sight.

　　There are rows of shops and houses on both sides, ten horse-drawn carriages lined up without pressure, and pedestrians are bustling.

　　 Where is the street, it is clearly a large square.

　　 Standing under the archway, Xu Qi'an watched this scene with a heartfelt shock.

　　 "Yongkang Street is one of the main roads in the capital. My second uncle said it was very big, but I didn't expect it to be so big." Xu Qi'an muttered in his heart.

　　 The main road is so spacious, it is exquisite. The emperor or the noble family will clear the field in advance.

　　The width of two hundred meters makes most of the current crossbows and firecrackers useless.

　　 Even if an assassin wanted to hide the cold arrows in the buildings on both sides, seeing this distance, they had no choice but to leave the keyboard with both hands and type 666.

　　 Xu Qi'an ran around Yongkang Street like a wild dog, but because of the limited budget in his pocket, he restrained his shopping consumption.

　　 Suddenly, a luxury carriage attracted the attention of Xu Qi'an, blinding his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

　　 It is a horse-drawn carriage drawn by four sturdy horses. The curved dome crown is silver-coated with gold, and the window is bright yellow satin hanging down, and further down is the dust used to cover the dust, wrapped in transparent white jade. .

　　 The side of the wheel is nailed with a circle of neatly arranged gold nails, and the hub reel is also wrapped in jade.

　　 The real connotation is the carriage material, the golden nanmu dedicated to the royal family.

　　 "I guess I can't afford a wheel after struggling all my life..." Xu Qi'an thought sadly, as if he had found the mood of being a social animal in the previous life.

　　 This luxurious carriage was parked on the side of the road. A line of soldiers wearing black armor and armed with spears stood by the side of the carriage. Interestingly, another soldier was playing a pot-throwing game.

　　The stall owner is a veteran who wears a ruined robe. His gray hair is tied with a wooden hairpin, and his messy hair is hanging down.

　　 There were copper coins, silver ingots, gold ingots, Taoist scriptures, bodhi bracelets, jade mirrors... all kinds of miscellaneous things.

　　Leave aside other things, just because the gold ingots and silver ingots were placed on the stall without being snatched away, this old way is by no means simple...Xu Qi'an stopped and watched.

　　 He watched for a while and understood the gameplay. The pot-thrower was 30 steps away from the porcelain pot, blindfolded, and turned his back. There were three arrows in total.

　　 If an arrow hits, you can get the third echelon item, which is some gold, silver and jade. If all three are in the match, pick one item of the first echelon at will.

　　 There are only two items in the first echelon: Bodhi bracelets and jade mirrors.

　　 "I missed again, hateful!"

　　 "Go away, it's me."

　　The armorers took turns to cast the pots, but they all returned with a feather, and the piles of broken silver in front of the old man became higher and higher.

　　 After another round of failures of the fifteen soldiers, Xu Qi'an noticed that the curtains of the carriage moved a bit. A soldier at the window listened to it and walked towards the stall owner.

　　 "Old Tao, my master said, sixty taels of gold, buy everything on your stall." The soldier walked to the old Tao and said loudly.

　　 Is this the pot missed and the gold was directly gold... Xu Qi'an stood not far away, watching this scene.

　　 Facing the temptation of sixty taels of gold, the old Taoist shook his head, "Rules are rules."

　　 The armorer tensed his body suddenly and stared at the old man for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ Huo Ran turned around and returned to the carriage to report.

　　 A few seconds later, the owner of the carriage recalled the soldier and prepared to leave.

　　 Xu Qi'an took the opportunity to step forward, came to the old way, and asked: "Old way, how much does it cost to play?"

　　The old Taoist sitting on the ground looked up, glanced at him, and handed three arrows over: "One coin."

　　 Xu Qi'an took the arrow and smiled, feeling that he had the chance to win.

　　 The 30-step throwing pot is not difficult for the martial artist in the refined realm. But with his back turned and blindfolded, it is almost impossible to make a shot.

　　The eyes are the most important part of the five senses. Losing eyesight will reduce the feel of the warrior and increase the difficulty of hitting.

　　 can make a shot, all depends on the face.

　　 Xu Qi'an has an unsightly face, but he has absolute confidence, because he hasn't picked up any silver for several days.

　　Is it because I will come to the inner city and encounter this pot-throwing game, so lucky points are automatically accumulated?

　　 If I can make a shot, the gold ingots and silver ingots will all be mine....Hey, the life of Ou Huang is so unpretentious and boring...Xu Qi'an walked thirty steps away, turned around, and covered with black cloth. Hold your eyes, and throw it back.

　　"咚咚咚..."

　　The three arrows are in no particular order, almost in the pot at the same time.

　　 passers-by made exclamation sounds, and the uproar attracted that they were about to leave the carriage, and there was a soft and pleasant voice from the window:

　　 "Stop!"

　　PS: I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. Hey, I don't really want to go out. After all, the epidemic hasn't completely ended. But in order to get a meal, I can only bite the bullet and fly.

　　 means that if there is no computer by my side tomorrow, I may not be able to update during the day, so the chapter will be updated in advance at noon tomorrow. This is not an update, but an advance update tomorrow!