Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Tossing Pots

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Tossing PotsWhy are they afraid of social death? This involves a rule in the inner city. The inner city is different from the outer city. There is no curfew in the latter.

As for the former, people are all respectable. For the safety of dignitaries, no one can be on the street after the drums are beaten at dusk.

As we all know, the Jiaofangsi works at night.

This means that going to the Jiaofangsi is not just to get information, you have to stay overnight.

This is why Xu Pingzhi opposed Xu Qi'an going to the Jiaofangsi. He was a young and energetic guy. Who can resist the teasing of the girls in the Jiaofangsi?

Therefore, whoever goes to the Jiaofangsi has to go to whorehouse.

And the three men present all have their own settings:

Xu Cijiu, a gentleman.

Xu Qi'an, who does not go to the brothel.

Xu Pingzhi, a loving wife who cares about his family.

The three men know one thing clearly in their hearts. Even if there is a reason, whorehouse is whorehouse, and this fact cannot be changed.

Although I never went to a prostitute in my previous life, I can imagine the embarrassment of going to a prostitute and then having the police call my parents to inform them... I simply don't want to live anymore... Xu Qian'an sat upright with a serious and upright face.

Some interesting stories about brothels came to his mind. One time when he was listening to music in a brothel, Captain Wang brought up a topic. An official in the court went to the Jiaofangsi to sleep with a girl, but when he was having tea, he met his own son.

Father and son were buried in the same tomb, and the scene was very embarrassing.

The next day, it spread throughout the officialdom of the capital and became a joke, so much so that even Captain Wang heard about it from County Magistrate Zhu.

For this era that values the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues and reputation, such a thing is a burden that cannot be borne by the face.

Xu Qi'an looked at Uncle Xu and Xu Erlang, and the scene involuntarily emerged in his mind:

Xu Xinnian: "Hey, Dad, you are here too. Give me this girl today, and she will be yours tomorrow."

Uncle Xu: "Go away, who is the boss? I'm going to sleep first."

Xu Qi'an: "You all leave, I want to take care of it alone."

It's chilling to think about it...Xu Qi'an coughed and said, "Let's put aside the matter of the Jiaofangsi in advance, and continue to inquire about the news. After all, we don't have to go to the Jiaofangsi, and we are not sure whether we can really get useful information from Fuxiang Hua Kui.

"Sit down again the day after tomorrow to summarize the news. If there is no additional gain, we will consider going to the Jiaofangsi again." Sёarᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Hearing him say this, Xu Erlang and Xu Ershu's attitudes suddenly improved and they nodded. Xu Qi'an thought, I'd better sacrifice myself and go to the Jiaofangsi tomorrow night.

At noon the next day, Xu Qi'an asked for leave and returned to Xu's house. The Xu's house, which was quite lively in the past, was much quieter.

The maid and the old woman took away half of it, leaving the doorman Lao Zhang and a few servants to take care of it. Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang were not back yet.

Xu Qi'an went to the inner courtyard with ease, pushed open Xu Erlang's room, and rummaged through the boxes to find the moon-white Confucian shirt, which was made of precious fabric and embroidered with the same color cloud pattern.

He took off his constable uniform and changed into the most decent clothes of his younger brother, with a jade pendant of decent quality hanging on his belt.

Xu Qi'an stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at his current appearance.

It's OK... It's just that my skin is too masculine, and I can't wear the handsome beauty of a little puppy... If I had the beauty in my previous life, I could completely control this kind of clothes... At present, this skin is always lacking in a sense of substitution... Xu Qi'an smoothed the wrinkles on his chest and left with satisfaction.

The structure of Dafeng Capital can be summarized by the word "nesting doll", which are the palace city, the imperial city, the inner city, and the outer city.

Compared with the outer city with a large population and mixed people, Xu Qi'an understands the inner city as the CBD area in his previous life, and those who can live in it are all rich

people.

Those who can live in the inner city in this era are all people with status and position.

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 who eats money, which makes my aunt yearn for the inner city, but she has no chance to live in it.

It would take Xu Qi'an three or four hours to walk from Xu's house to the gate of the inner city. He hired a carriage and arrived at the nearest gate of the inner city an hour later. He took out the certificate he had prepared long ago and passed through smoothly.

The soldiers guarding the city carefully checked the carriage and saw that Xu Qi'an did not carry any large luggage. They were disappointed.

Because this meant that Xu Qi'an was not doing business in the inner city, so he could not collect the gate tax.

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The streets in the inner city are wide and crisscrossed. Beautiful houses surrounded by green trees are built on the main roads, and various courtyards are distributed on the non-main

roads.

Whether it is urban construction, pedestrians' clothing, or the number of carriages on the streets, they are far better than the outer city.

"I must bring Sister Lingyue to the inner city when I have time. The prosperity is incomparable to the outer city. "Xu Qiyan lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the prosperous scene. Xu Lingyue's sharp and beautiful face emerged in his mind.

He did not go to the Jiaofangsi immediately. It was still early and the seafood merchants did not work during the day.

After paying the money for renting a carriage, Xu Qiyan wandered aimlessly on the street.

Not long after, Xu Qiyan came to a market and looked up at the archway at the corner of the street: Yongkang Street!

The spaciousness of this street was something Xu Qiyan had never seen before. It was two hundred meters wide, with bluestone slabs stacked into a flat ground, extending to the end of

the sight.

There were shops and houses on both sides, and ten carriages could be parked side by side without any pressure. Pedestrians were bustling.

It was not a street, but a big square.

Standing under the archway, Xu Qiyan looked at this scene and was shocked from the bottom

of his heart.

"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 Qiyan muttered to himself.

There is a reason why the main road is so wide. When the emperor or the royal family travels, the guards will clear the area in advance.

The width of 200 meters makes most of the current crossbows and muskets useless.

Even if there are assassins who want to hide in the buildings on both sides and shoot cold arrows, seeing this distance, they can only helplessly take their hands off the keyboard and

type 666.

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

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage attracted Xu Qiyan's attention and blinded his titanium dog

eyes.

It was a carriage pulled by four strong horses, with a curved dome crowned with silver and gold, and bright yellow satin hanging from the windows. Further down was the reins used to cover the dust, wrapped in clear white jade.

A circle of neatly arranged gold nails were nailed on the side of the wheel, and the hub was

also wrapped in jade.

The real connotation is the material of the carriage, the golden nanmu wood used exclusively

by the royal family.

"I guess I can't afford a wheel of their car even if I work hard all my life..." Xu Qian'an thought sadly, as if he had found the mood of being a social animal in his previous life.

This luxurious carriage was parked on the side of the road, and a row of soldiers wearing black armor and holding long spears were guarding the carriage. What's interesting is that another row of soldiers were actually playing a game of pitching pots.

The stall owner was an old Taoist priest wearing a torn Taoist robe, with his gray hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his messy hair hanging down.

Copper coins, silver ingots, gold ingots, Taoist scriptures, bodhi bracelets, jade mirrors... all kinds of miscellaneous things were placed on the stall.

Let's not talk about other things first. Just the fact that the gold and silver ingots were placed

on the stall without being robbed means that this old Taoist is definitely not simple... Xu Qian'an stopped to watch.

He watched for a while and understood the rules of the game. The pitcher was thirty steps

away from the porcelain pot, blindfolded, turned his back, and shot three arrows in total.

If one arrow hits the target, the third-tier items can be obtained, which are some gold, silver

and jade. If all three arrows hit the target, one item from the first tier can be selected at

random.

There are only two items in the first tier: the Bodhi bracelet and the jade mirror.

"I didn't hit it again, hateful!"

"Go away, it's my turn."

The soldiers took turns to pitch the pot, but all returned empty-handed, and the silver in

front of the old Taoist priest piled up higher and higher.

After the fifteen soldiers experienced another round of failure, Xu Qian'an noticed that the curtain of the carriage moved. A soldier waiting by the window lowered his head and listened,

then walked towards the stall owner.

"Old Taoist priest, my master said that he would buy everything on your stall for sixty taels of gold." The soldier walked up to the old Taoist priest and said loudly.

Did he just pay for the money after failing to hit the pot... Xu Qian'an stood not far away and

watched this scene.

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

rules. "

The soldier tensed up all of a sudden, stared at the Taoist fiercely for a moment, then turned around and returned to the carriage to report.

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

Xu Qian'an took the opportunity to step forward, came to the Taoist, and asked: "Taoist, how much does it cost to play once?"

The old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged on the ground looked up, glanced at him, and handed over three arrows: "One penny of silver. "

Xu Qi'an took the arrow and smiled, feeling that he had a sure win. Throwing the pot thirty steps away is not difficult for a warrior in the Refining Spirit Realm.

But with your back turned and your eyes blindfolded, it is almost impossible to hit the target.

Eyes are the most important of the five senses. Losing your eyesight will reduce the warrior's feel and increase the difficulty of hitting.

Whether you can hit the target depends on your face.

Xu Qi'an's face is not good, but he is absolutely confident, because he has not picked up silver

for several days in a row.

Is it because I will come to the inner city and encounter this pot-tossing game, so the luck value is automatically accumulated?

If I can hit the target, all the gold and silver ingots are mine... Alas, the life of the European

Emperor is so plain and boring... Xu Qi'an walked thirty steps away, turned around, covered

his eyes with a black cloth, and threw it back casually.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

The three arrows entered the pot almost at the same time without any order.

The passers-by around were amazed, and the uproar attracted the carriage that was about to

leave. A soft and pleasant voice floated out of the window:

"Stop!"