Chapter 1867

With that, he crossed his hands and left a back for the people. It seems that he is very angry. In fact, he has already been happy in his heart. He just said these words to stimulate these guys. He really wants them to do it together. After all, he may not be able to do it alone.

Sure enough, Chumo couldn't stand it. A fierce man stood up as if he couldn't feel the cold: "Fengzi, I'll do it with you."

With that, he glanced back at Chang sun Chong and Du Gou, as if asking or threatening.

He admitted that what Fengzi had just said was not wrong. He had always been regarded as a dandy and had never done anything with a long face at home. Now that Fengzi said he wanted to do something big, he didn't look like cheating, so he did it, but in case, he had to pull these two guys up.

They were stunned and hesitated. They looked at each other for a while. After a while, they seemed to have made a decision. They got up and said, "Fengzi, let's do it too."

Listening to the people's promise, Zhang Feng turned slowly and said with a smile, "that's right. I promise you it's worth your trip."

With that, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked straight at the heads and tents gathered in the gully in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising.

At the same time, in Chang'an city.

In the past, the bustling street seemed to be covered with a layer of haze and became depressed. The evil spirit storm of Xuanwu Gate made the whole Chang'an City vigilant.

Blood that has not dried up can occasionally be seen on the ground, which was left by the stampede at that time. Although the officers and soldiers cleaned it once, it is still clearly audible.

There are many pedestrians on the street, but most of them are business merchants, as well as some salesmen and lonely boys. However, they are different from normal. They can't hear the cry for a long time. The whole person seems to have lost their strength and listless. In fact, they don't want to come out, but they always have to spend money at home, as well as the crying children, These forced them to come out and find some way to make a living.

They travel together in groups of three and in teams of five. This is not the case at ordinary times. After all, they sell almost the same things. When guests see that there are still some choices, the fittest will be eliminated, and even some will bargain. However, these days are a little different. The storm has not completely passed. It is the best way to travel together, It is also a kind of self-protection. There is no way. In order to live, they have to do so.

I don't know how long I had been walking. A group of people were probably tired. The tiger in the crowd proposed to have a rest. As soon as they saw that this thing couldn't be sold, they might as well have a rest. They simply agreed. They seemed to have lost their strength and sat on the steps one after another, complaining incessantly.

"Uncle Wang, when do you think the evil spirit storm of Xuanwu Gate will pass?"

Tiger put down his burden and glanced at the white bearded old man in the crowd.

"Speak carefully."

The old man called Uncle Wang stared at the tiger son, put his finger on his mouth and looked cautious. Then he glanced at the street and saw that there were no officers and soldiers. Then he slowly looked at the tiger son: "you are a god killed man. You really don't know the greatness of heaven and earth. You dare to talk about such a thing. Do you want your family to bury you?"

He is the oldest of these people. He was lucky enough to be a companion reading boy for a large family. He knows a few words. He is also half an educated man. He asks children to read in the village, so they all show their respect. He is called Uncle Wang.

At ordinary times, people also ask him what they don't understand. However, this time, it seems to annoy him.

Tiger Zi seemed to see Uncle Wang's anger, but he didn't dare to talk back. He had to take out a steamed bread from the basket and chew it to vent his anger.

"Don't be so angry, Uncle Wang."

With sharp eyes, the pillar quickly scooped out a bowl of fermented glutinous rice from the jar and handed it to Uncle Wang. He said with a smile: "uncle, brother Huzi is just curious for a moment. Don't blame him. Besides, we are careful when we sit. You don't eat thoroughly."

After that, the pillar glanced at the people, and looked at the tiger for a while. Finally, he looked at Uncle Wang: "uncle, you know, we all rely on selling these steamed buns and fermented rice to support our family every day. Now the imperial court is saying that it has cut off our way of life. You have to think of a way."

When the voice fell, he glanced at the tiger, gestured in his eyes, and then handed the fermented rice in his hand to Uncle Wang.

Huzi knew for a moment, and quickly took down the steamed bread in his mouth. He took out a new steamed bread from the basket and handed it to Uncle Wang. He smiled: "uncle, I said something wrong just now. I'll accompany you first. However, what the pillar said is not unreasonable. Now the storm is so big that we can't sell our things. Can't we wait to die?"

"Yes, father-in-law, you are well-informed and give an idea."

"It's really not good. Let's change our profession. We really can't do it anymore."

Everyone was talking and preparing to find a way out for themselves.