Liu Ci carried a roll of straw mat, and in front of the straw mat, he was strung with more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals. He was wearing a short jacket, bare arms and calves, and stepped on straw sandals to the market.
At this moment, he looked very much... Well, he was wrong, he was originally a mud-legged person.
He can weave straw sandals and mats, just like the man who calls himself the man after.
But not all those who can weave straw sandals and mats can become hot and difficult.
Where is the mud legs the least eye-catching?
Just as Zhuangzi said, of course, when he was waving his tail in the quagmire, no matter whether he was lying down comfortably or struggling to survive, no one would pay attention to it. At least those people standing on the shore would not care too much.
When the mud legs are struggling in the mud, no one will take a few more glances. Whether they climbed ashore earlier or were born on the shore directly, they would not care. Only when the mud legs were about to climb up, they would scream, be inexplicably moved, be extremely frightened, scolded, or beat them back with a stick...
Most of the places in the world are quagmire, and there are not many places that can get ashore.
It was like Yan Huang occupied the Central Plains and drove other ethnic tribes into the quagmire.
If you don’t work hard, you will always struggle in the quagmire.
Because the small piece of land on the shore was once exchanged for blood and sweat by our ancestors. Everyone thought so, so they had to stay on the shore, pushing, squeezing, beating, swearing, cheating, and frame each other...
How much space will there be to give new mud legs?
After all, there are a few who stand on the shore like Zhuangzi but yearn for the quagmire.
The market has arrived. Although it is not a big show today, there are still many people. Because the population in Chang'an has increased, the original big show has gradually become more daily.
Liu Ci looked around and saw it, it was very lively.
People come and go, and the shouts of business are coming and going.
It seems that there is no problem...
The market is still a very ordinary market, and it has not become more lively or depressed because of the death of Zhangcun. The people in the market may discuss Zhangcun, but they will not pay much attention to it for a moment. Soon the people will be attracted by life.
Just like these people don’t care much about the Western Regions.
How can there be such a comfortable people in the world?
Liu Ci thought silently while moving forward.
Chang'an is indeed a little different.
In Shandong, people are not allowed to set up stalls in the market at will, because it is said that it affects the beauty of the street. When the street is beautiful, people can survive automatically? Liu Ci didn't know. He just knew that it would be difficult for people to set up stalls in Shandong now. He might as well sit on both sides of the street and be caught in the next moment.
When people in Shandong want to buy things, they need to buy them to fixed vendors and then sell them by fixed vendors. Fixed vendors are designated by the government, or designated locations, or designated individuals, so the problems arising from them will naturally be very small, and even if any problems are caused, they will be well controlled within a limited range.
In this way, the children of the gentry could not touch ordinary mud legs. They separated the inexplicable lumps of earth that had been grateful for in the Spring and Autumn Period through a glove or something else.
Just take off a glove, use dirty and old, use ugly and get rid of it, and replace it with a new one.
The children of the gentry were clean and above.
Chang'an is indeed good, and it is indeed different from Shandong. Liu Ci also envies these people in Chang'an.
But……
Liu Ci is not from Chang'an.
He was born in Luoyang and grew up in Shandong.
When Liu Ci's family was young, he had already fallen. Now if he wants to climb back, he has to pay more blood and sweat. He needs to struggle for himself and his family in Shandong.
A road that may not have to continue struggling in the quagmire.
So no matter how good it is, it is not his...
His quagmire is in Shandong, and his family members swaying their tails in the quagmire.
Chang'an market allows ordinary people to set up stalls. They only need not exceed the limited street scope when setting up stalls. They can be set up too many passages, and they do not charge money. Of course, the scope of stalls is limited to the market area. If it exceeds the market, it is not allowed.
But this is already very good. At least in Chang'an, the children of the gentry can directly see the most ordinary people's living conditions, what are the things they buy and sell in the hands of the people, and they can also see that the people are quarreling in the market for a monies, rather than having only clean streets and neat shops in their eyes, and then they think that the people will get tens of thousands, millions of profits in their daily trading...
Liu Ci has sold straw sandals and straw mats, so he also knew that most people were concerned about it. They thought that they could wear straw sandals for two days and would not buy them. They even thought that they were thick and thick in the sea and were not cold. Even a pair of straw sandals cost two. Some people even said that he wanted to buy one because he accidentally broke one, so he only had one, and then spent most of the day bargaining with Liu Ci, just to buy one with only one.
Liu Ci came late and there was no good seat, but it didn't matter. He put down the straw mat in a relatively remote place and stood on the ground.
Because Liu Ci didn't come to buy straw mats and straw sandals himself.
He came to observe...
Observe Fan Cong.
He sent a signal to contact Fan Cong, guiding Fan Cong to Maoling.
Liu Ci was not familiar with Tongguan, and he was also worried about having more eyeliners in Tongguan.
At least in Maoling, Liu Ci has lived in Maoling for a while and is more familiar with the surrounding areas of Maoling.
Since the news of Cao An's death reached Shandong, Fan Cong, who was still alive, was suspected of being suspected of being alive. After all, many people died in a row, so Fan Cong naturally had the suspicion of being inseparable from it.
So at the beginning, Liu Ci didn't want to contact Fan Cong.
But the problem is that Zhangcun had a conspiracy so quickly that he caught Liu Ci off guard. Then the inn was haunted again, and someone claimed that Zhangcun had messed with something unclean, and then he died. He completely turned the original situation set by Liu Ci to another direction.
Compared with the Western Regions or the cavalry, the people are obviously more interested in gods and ghosts.
Liu Ci continued to bring the topic back to the Western Regions and dragged the cavalry into the water...
The reason is very simple. Liu Ci came from Shandong, so he naturally believed that the information in Chang'an was regulated, and ordinary people could only obtain the information that the government wanted to let the people know. Because this is what Shandong did.
Therefore, Liu Ci needs to poke a hole out and then he can find out the truth.
But now he cannot complete this job alone. The time is too fast and the staff is too small, so he has to try to contact Fan Cong.
Liu Ci sat on the ground, but her eyes wandered around.
The sky is very blue, but after sitting on the ground, it seems that the sky is blocked by those standing. From the perspective of the ground, the surroundings are more of the waist and legs, and the butt but not the face. This is the perspective of mud legs.
Liu Ci aimed at the restaurant in the distance from the gap between her buttocks and legs.
At the window on the second floor of the restaurant, Fan Cong was sitting.
In the school office, there is a portrait of Fan Cong, so he recognizes Fan Cong, but Fan Cong doesn't recognize him.
After Liu Ci confirmed Fan Cong, he did not keep staring at Fan Cong, but began to observe the situation around Fan Cong and Liu Ci himself.
Fan Cong seemed a little uncomfortable at the window and looked out the window frequently...
The guy at the door of the restaurant was shouting for a long time. He was obviously not a temporary worker for a day or two. He would greet regular customers from time to time. He should be a normal shop assistant.
There is a stall selling needles and rags at the door of the restaurant. There is a thin and dark middle-aged man on the stall, and he smiles flatteringly at anyone passing by the stall. Well, this should be normal. After all, with such a thin body, he has a habit of pleasing smile on his face and can't pretend.
From the wine shop to here, there are a total of six stalls. In addition to the stalls that buy needles and rags at the door, they sell clay pots and rattan boxes, dried fruits, cooked cakes, and chickens and ducks next to Liu Ci...
Among them, the one who sells clay jars and rattan frames is the most suspicious because he not only occupied the largest area, but even parked a car, covered with cloth, like clay jars, but who knows what is inside? And it seems that he doesn't bargain, and it's as much as others say. The most important thing is that this guy is too fat and his face is full of greasy.
This guy...
Of course, what is more suspicious is the two or three idle men far away from the street, which seems to be talking nonsense, but Liu Ci also noticed that these idle men seemed to be aiming at the diner intentionally or unintentionally.
Is this attracted by Fan Cong?
Or is it that the cavalrymen are monitoring Fan Cong?
Or is it an ordinary stake that is performing daily patrols and surveillance?
"twitter……"
While Liu Ci was carefully observing the surroundings, he suddenly heard some sounds beside him. He lowered his head and found that a little chick in the stall next door had run to him at some point and was running and shouting.
Liu Ci subconsciously reached out and grabbed the chicken in her hand.
"Thank you, thank you brother..." The man who was selling chickens and ducks next to him thanked Liu Ci, then reached out to pick up the chicken.
Liu Ci's eyes fell on the man's hand. His hands were very rough, his nails were short and black, his muscles were big, he had thick calluses, and he was stained with some chicken and duck feathers.
Liu Ci relaxed, smiled, and sent the chick back.
"Thank you, brother..." The vendor carefully took the chicken over, and then put it back into the bamboo basket, and asked casually, "Brother, how do you sell these straw sandals? Did you make them yourself?"
"One pair of two coins." Liu Ci replied.
"Big brother is the price..." The vendor selling chickens and ducks smiled, then shrank his head and didn't say anything.
Liu Ci knew that his price was a bit high, but it was not ridiculously high. After all, he didn't want to say that he really made a living by selling straw sandals and mats, and he didn't want to say that the straw mat and straw sandals just sat down and sold them cleanly, so Liu Ci smiled and didn't explain what workmanship, materials and what...
In a blink of an eye, Liu Ci suddenly realized that Fan Cong, who was originally at the window, was gone!
Liu Ci's heart suddenly raised, and then Liu Ci immediately turned to look at the street intersection.
Sure enough, the idle man at the intersection immediately moved and came to the wine shop...
What's going on?
Fan Cong was exposed?
But he didn't come forward, why was he exposed?
Soon, Liu Ci saw a figure appearing at the door of the restaurant, and hurriedly leaving with his head down. Fan Cong walked out with this figure!
The idle man at the intersection seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he was about to bypass Fan Cong and chase the figure who was leaving in a hurry, but it seemed that Fan Cong was blocked...
The figure in the distance seemed to disappear into the crowd.
The idle man didn't care about Fan Cong's obstacles, and pushed Fan Cong away in a few seconds, and then hurriedly chased him...
Fan Cong stood at the door of the restaurant and stood there for a moment.
"This is……"
Liu Ci quickly began to think.
He sent a signal, but did not go to find Fan Cong. So who would go? If he didn't know the person who left in a hurry, it means that the person might not be his own! Obviously, Fan Cong seemed to regard him as his own person at the moment, and was still deliberately intercepting and surveillance of the idle man who was watching for the person's departure!
After connecting the matter before and after, Liu Ci suddenly discovered that Fan Cong might have fallen into the trap!
Fan Cong is very likely to regard the person he doesn’t know as Liu Ci himself!
Even Liu Ci had imagined the whole process, and he sent a signal to attract Fan Cong. Fan Cong's departure from Tongguan might have attracted the attention of Youwen Si, who had been monitoring Fan Cong, so he sent a casual man to monitor him.
As a result, because Liu Ci himself did not show up for a long time, some Wen Si people thought they would not come, so they deliberately sent someone to pretend to be here to meet Fan Cong.
The man pretended to be discovered while connecting the connector, and before he could make the token verification, he ran away quickly.
Fan Cong was covering up for that person...
Everything makes sense.
Fan Cong fell into the trap!
Fan Cong will definitely think that the person is himself, and when Fan Cong returns to Tongguan, the person who pretends to be himself will definitely come to the door again. As for any joint token, you can pretend that it was lost when you escape. I believe Fan Cong will not doubt it! Because Wen Si deliberately wanted to pursue that person!
After that person gains Fan Cong’s trust, Fan Cong’s business in Tongguan will be uprooted!
so……
Is Fan Cong still worthy of trust?
In the flash of lightning, Liu Ci watched Fan Cong slowly walk along the street. He had to make a decision, just let Fan Cong return to Tongguan, or to make a statement to wake Fan Cong up...
One step, two steps, three steps.
Liu Ci stared at Fan Cong, and was struggling in his heart.
Fan Cong looked sad.
Fan Cong passed by Liu Ci...
"This gentleman!" Liu Ci greeted, "Do you want to take a look at the straw sandals and mats? It's also great to take them back for your family!"
Liu Ci aggravated the voice of "family".
Fan Cong paused, stopped, then turned to look at Liu Ci, his face changed a little.
This made Liu Ci believe that the person who escaped before pretended to be coming to Fan Cong to find Fan Cong, so Liu Ci nodded at Fan Cong and said, "Please look, Mr. Lang, this is the best straw mat... they are all the best thatched grass in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an..."
"Chang'an...East Suburbs..." Fan Cong repeated slowly, then stood in front of Liu Ci's stall, stared at Liu Ci and asked, "Are you sure... these are all thatched in the Eastern Suburbs?"
Liu Ci stood up, pretending to show the straw mat, and approached Fan Cong, and said quickly in a lower voice: "These are all the most fashionable styles in Shandong..."
Fan Cong paused, then from his arms, he seemed to be preparing to pay, but he exposed a stone tied to the edge of his purse, "What's the price of your mat...?"
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the man is just a price, it's okay to be suitable... it's okay..." Liu Ci reached out and grabbed his neck, then, as if he was accidentally, hung it around his neck, hiding it in his arms, and took out a stone of the same material as Fan Cong's wallet.
Seeing this, Fan Cong's face turned pale, he took a few steps back, then reached out and pointed, "It's him!"
Liu Ci's head suddenly buzzed!
The clay pot stall was overthrown and a man jumped out of the car...
There were also a few people in the street who were rushing towards him with great sniffs...
Even the vendor selling chickens and ducks on the side changed his face, raised his hand and threw the chickens and duck frames...
The little chicken and duckling were screaming in the air and flying.
As the chaotic light and shadow swayed, Liu Ci saw Fan Cong's pale face and his trembling hands pointing at him.
Liu Ci understood.
It turns out that the one who got the trap was not Fan Cong, but himself!
Liu Ci took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth, took out a dagger from his arms, and rushed towards Fan Cong regardless of the matter, roaring, "Traitor! Come to die!"
『Wait!』
"Damn it! Stop it!"
"You want to catch the living!"
"Don't kill yourself..."
"Puff!" Liu Ci heard a sound like a cowhide water sac was pierced, and then he felt the energy in his body flowing rapidly.
Several figures rushed in front of me, "Bastard! Why are you so careless!"
"I... he bumped into it himself!"
"The bastard! And you!" A voice shouted, "And you idiot, why are you trying to identify him in the street? Can't you take him back first? Damn, did you do it on purpose?!"
"I...I..." Fan Cong's voice was a little confused, "I... was panicked for a moment, just..."
In the chaotic light and shadow, Liu Ci lay on the ground.
The ground smells of soil.
It turns out that the soil in Guanzhong tastes the same.
It's good, it's born in the mud and dies in the mud.
The chicks and ducks screamed in panic and struggled, under the trampling and squeezing of the chaotic feet.
Liu Ci smiled and reached out to protect the one closest to him...
He saw that the sky was getting dark soon, like a nightmare he could never struggle in the quagmire of swamps.
Can't get out of...
But at least, he has tried hard.
Chapter completed!