The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 1211

The capital of Daming was naturally prosperous, and Chen Zhao rode into the city gate, feeling familiar everywhere.

After all, he served as a general in this capital, dealt with civil servants, and spent some time in prison.

He's used to being a gentleman here.

This idea popped up in my mind, and I couldn't hold it back.

So he frowned and looked around. Sure enough, there were ragged beggars everywhere on both sides of the bustling street.

"It seems that I follow myself so much that I lose my mind and always want to enjoy the life of a wealthy family. No wonder my realm is always stagnant."

Chen Zhao was thinking, looking at the beggars everywhere, his heart moved.

The capital city was prosperous, so Chen Zhao easily took advantage of him and built another courtyard. This courtyard was nice. In addition to a well in the courtyard, there was also a flower garden in the middle. There were wing rooms on the left and right, and three rooms in the front. The blue-tiled house is fully equipped with all daily necessities, which saves him a lot of time in purchasing.

When he entered the door, he was still a well-clothed young man, but when he left, he had already turned into a down-and-out kid in ordinary clothes.

He walked out of the alley where the courtyard house was located, turned to the street, and saw that there were people selling food and drink with burning candles on both sides, so he couldn't help smiling.

It turned out that after he entered the city, he was busy selling horses and buying houses. It was already dark and he forgot to eat.

Since he wanted to experience life in the city thoroughly, Chen Zhao naturally wanted to blend in, so he sat down in one place and ate two bowls of noodle soup.

After pushing the stool away, he touched his belly and nodded in satisfaction.

No matter whether it is a fairy or a little beggar, after all, one feels real only when one's stomach is full.

Walking on the street, Chen Zhao came to the bottom of a stone archway, stopped, and saw a poor man with broad shoulders and thin waist leaning on the stone pier of the archway waving to him.

Chen Zhao sneered at himself in his heart, knowing that he was dressed as a down-and-out boy, and was noticed by the gangster, so he walked over. The poor man didn't speak, but retracted one hand into his sleeve, and signaled to Chen Zhao.

"Is this the code word of the beggar gang in this street?" Chen Zhao saw that his hands were only moving in his sleeves. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he understood it in general, so he just looked at the poor man without saying a word or smiling.

The poor man let out a yell, and kicked Chen Zhao in the face.

Chen Zhao turned sideways, and the kick was empty, and the poor man staggered instead.

He was furious, rushed forward, punched and kicked vigorously, and threw all his blows at Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao frowned slightly, and dodged gently, even the poor man's fists and kicks could not reach the corner of his clothes.

After a while, the poor man also had to stop, panting slightly.

He looked around and saw that Chen Zhao was still holding his hands behind his back, and there was no fodder on his body.

"Oops, I encountered a hard stubble!"

The poor man's heart sank, he never expected that the young man in front of him would be so tough.

It turned out to be a silver-like pewter gun head, and his physical strength was so weak that he couldn't hold it anymore after only fighting for a while.

So he asked casually, "Why did you hit me?"

The man was terrified at first, but when he heard Chen Zhao's words, he immediately felt relieved: "It turns out that he is a down-and-out young man who has never seen the world, and he probably hasn't figured out my background yet. Let's see how to deal with this kid."

Thinking of this, he said coldly: "You are very skilled, you are very good at beating. Today, the second master is happy, so he spared you. I am not just hitting you casually. Next time, let the second master meet you on Fangqiao Street. The second master, together with several uncles, will whip off a layer of your skin."

After the man finished speaking, he shook his shoulders and walked away.

"He walked fast." Chen Zhao looked at the man's back and smiled faintly in his heart.

Although this guy didn't talk much, Chen Zhao already got enough information.

This Fangqiao Street is "covered" by this poor man, but judging by his poor appearance and calling himself "Second Lord", he is probably a small gang, and he only dares to play prestige on the little beggars in this street.

In other words, the entire capital city is ruled by the emperor and ministers, but the dark places are controlled by street gangsters represented by this "Second Master".

Of course, this "Second Master" is just a small character, and the "Old Master" behind him is just a rogue leader. There may be even more powerful rogues behind them, layer by layer, until the most powerful one.

Or communicate with the palace, or communicate with Jinyi Weidong Factory or something.

What is it to fight with senior court officials?Each one is black and white.

It's better to have fun in the street market first.

When the "second masters" are cleaned up one by one, the time should be exactly next year's spring.

Thinking like this, he didn't clean up the "Second Master" who went away, but walked freely, and before he knew it, he walked back to the place where he was eating noodle soup.

I heard someone say: "I beg you too, don't stand here! Seeing that you are full of scabies, you don't feel sick, who would dare to eat noodles with me?"

Chen Zhao turned his head to look, and it was the old man who was selling his noodle soup just now who was talking. There was a skinny kid with diarrhea standing in front of the noodle stall. Hearing what the old man said, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Chen Zhao's heart moved, and he followed behind him, seeing him standing still in front of a Chaos stall again, keeping his eyes straight, just looking into the bowl of the Chaos eater.

It looks very pitiful.

He must be very hungry.

Chen Zhao sighed inwardly, stepped forward, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

The skinny boy was startled, his whole body trembled, and he turned his head to look with a pair of frightened eyes.Chen Zhao then asked, "Do you want to eat Chaos?"

The child looked at Chen Zhao, and replied, "I have to wait for the rest, and the shopkeeper is willing to pour it to me."

As he spoke, he raised the bamboo tube in his hand.

Chen Zhao asked, "Then I'll treat you to a bowl, would you like it?"

The child only thought that Chen Zhao was happy with him, turned around and left.

Chen Zhao grabbed him, patted the copper coins in his waist and said, "I won't lie to you, I have money."

Since he was going to grind in the market, he naturally didn't have banknotes or silver with him, only copper coins.

The skinny boy was dubious, Chen Zhao didn't say a word, pulled him to the side and sat down, and said to the chaotic seller: "Shopkeeper, give me two bowls of chaotic cakes and four sesame seed cakes."

The Chaos seller glanced at him and said, "Bring the money first."

Chen Zhao was startled, and asked, "Others pay after eating, why should we pay first?"

The chaotic seller said: "This is the rule, why don't you go find a place where you eat and pay?"

Of course Chen Zhao would not look for another stall, because that would only scare the skinny kid away, so he paid for it.

Two nights of steaming chaos was served before the skinny kid believed it was real.

He was not afraid of scalding his mouth, so he lowered his head and started eating until the bowl was almost ready, then he turned his head and asked Chen Zhao, "Why don't you eat?"

Chen Zhao smiled and said, "I've already eaten it, so you don't have to be polite, just use it."

The skinny boy listened to Chen Zhao's words, and didn't know what his mission was, so he didn't care to ask, then lowered his head and continued to fill his mouth.

Xu Shi was hungry, and he didn't feel too hot to eat chaotic cakes, and he didn't feel afraid of choking when he swallowed sesame seed cakes. A gust of wind swept through the clouds, and he put two bowls of chaotic rice cakes and four sesame seed cakes into his stomach.

Seeing that he ate happily, Chen Zhao felt a little sad.

(End of this chapter)