I am immortal in history

The next day.

early morning.

Li Ping'an woke up from his sleep and looked at the window first.

There was no trace of the fine sand scattered on the window sill, and my hair was safely tied to the edge of the window. Then I got dressed and got up.

The guest room was empty, but the bodies in the morgue were still there.

"This guy didn't make any noise even after he left the house!"

Li Ping'an yawned twice and lit a fire to cook porridge with hazy eyes.

Last night was the first time there was an outsider in the yard. He was a wanderer who licked blood from his knife and killed people for a living. He was half asleep and half awake all night.

While the porridge is not yet cooked, kick your legs in the air and practice iron leg skills.

The more proficient your kicking moves are, the more kicks you can perform while the medicine is taking effect.

Simmer over low heat for a quarter of an hour. When you open the pot, it is steaming, and the aroma of rice and meat hits your face.

Li Ping'an knows that cooking porridge makes perfect. Soak the pig's offal in light salt water for two-quarters of an hour. Most of the fishy smell will be removed, and it will have a fresh fragrance after cooking.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant came from behind. Zhigang half-opened his monk's robe and looked at the pot with a smile.

Li Ping'an said politely: "Master, let's eat together?"

"Good, good, good."

Zhigang didn't seem to understand polite words. He sat on the stone bench with a straight face and stretched his neck to wait for the rice.

Li Ping'an was helpless and took two bowls and filled them.

Zhigang was not afraid of being burned. He drank the bubbling meat porridge as soon as he raised his head. He let out a comfortable breath, filled another bowl and drank it slowly.

"Thank you, layman. This poor monk is short of money. When the Ministry of Household Affairs pays out the money, he will definitely make up for the food money."

"..."

Li Ping'an was slightly startled. He never expected that the reason for Zhigang's lack of money was actually lack of money.

In his impression, all the martial arts masters in the world are rich people. They only have a few ingots of silver for food and accommodation, and gold leaves for casual rewards!

"With a master's skills, it shouldn't be difficult to make money, right?"

"It's not difficult, it's difficult."

Zhigang drank porridge along the edge of the bowl: "It's easy to rob houses and steal money, but it's hard to make money honestly!"

Li Ping'an asked doubtfully: "It's not difficult to make money through serious business, such as opening a martial arts gym, escorting escorts, or looking after homes and nursing homes?"

The martial arts gym in Beijing is simply not very profitable!

For example, the Golden Sword Martial Arts School has hundreds of registered disciples, and earns thousands of taels per month just from soup and medicine fees, not to mention other incomes.

"The martial arts escort bureau can indeed make a lot of money, but each sect has already circled the territory, and the gangs who run orders cannot get involved."

Zhigang said: "As for looking after homes and nursing homes, that is only done by low-ranking people in the world. How can a poor monk do such a despicable thing if he is well-known in the world?"

Li Ping'an frowned slightly: "How do masters make money?"

The cost of tempering the body is not small. When it comes to tempering the bones and refining the internal organs, one year of training alone will cost thousands of taels of silver.

I heard from Senior Brother Luo that the money earned by the Golden Sword Martial Arts Hall from its registered disciples was basically subsidized to the sect’s true disciples, so that it could maintain a steady flow of masters in the past generations.

"Hey, besides robbing and stealing, what else can we do?"

Zhigang filled another bowl of porridge while he was talking: "The poor monk knew a master who was famous far and wide. When he first entered the world, he defected to him and became a retainer!"

"It was only after I stayed there for a long time that I found out that on the outside he was acting chivalrous and righteous, but secretly he was raising bandits to plunder everywhere."

"I kept 20% of the stolen money and spent 10% on building bridges and paving roads. I became a hero and a good person in the eyes of the people!"

"Two percent, one percent..."

Li Ping'an asked: "What about the remaining 70%?"

Zhigang sneered and said, "Seventy percent belongs to the official. The guy who gets 30% depends on his face."

Li Ping'an looked gloomy and was a little disappointed with Jiang Hu. Then he thought about it, there are many people in the world who deceive others and steal their reputations, so they should not be generalized.

"What's the font size of that hero?"

"Fist Zhen Heluo, Li Yuntian!"

Zhigang said with a sarcastic expression: "That guy's original name was Li Ergou. He called himself Bo Yuntian. He changed his name after he became famous."

Li Pingan smacked his lips, he was really a hero.

On weekdays, I go to restaurants and wine shops to listen to news, and the name of Hero Li from Fist Town Heluo appears no less than three times.

Daqian has a territory of thousands of miles and a population of hundreds of millions. Anyone who can make the people in the capital talk about it can be called a hero.

Hululu!

Zhigang drank the last bowl of porridge and stroked his stomach. He felt that he was just full after five minutes of breakfast.

"The poor monk went to the Yamen to ask for some money."

He left the yard in three or two steps and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an had just finished his first bowl and looking at the empty pot, he suddenly understood the real purpose of Zhigang's talk about Jianghu.

Drink porridge secretly!

"This monk is really interesting..."

Since he didn't sleep well last night, Li Ping'an practiced Iron Leg Kung Fu and dozed off while lying on the leisure chair.

…

The days are short in winter.

It got a little dark in the evening.

Li Ping'an hung up the wind lantern in the courtyard and waited until halfway through Youshi before hearing the sound of the door opening.

"Eh? It smells so good!"

Zhigang was worthy of being a martial artist. He could smell the smell of meat even through the stench of corpses in the morgue, and after just a few steps he saw a table full of food and wine.

"Master please."

Li Pingan opened the wine jar and poured two full bowls.

"Shao Daozi from Sanniang Liquor Shop. Unfortunately, the master came a little late and won't be able to drink ten miles of incense anymore."

After shopkeeper Wang died, Shilixiang changed its sign and switched to selling braised pork and cooked food.

Immediately afterwards, another Shilixiang shop was listed selling wine. It was a large shop with a good location. Unfortunately, the taste of the wine had changed.

There were a lot of guests at the beginning, but it soon became empty, and now it is not far from closing down.

The business you steal will not last long!

Zhigang looked at the wine in the bowl and wanted to drink it. He touched the silver in his arms and could only hold back the greed in his stomach.

"Could it be that lay people seek help from poor monks?"

"No."

Li Ping'an said: "I simply want to treat you to a drink. If one day I am short of money, I can just treat you to a meal."

The Jianghu stories that Zhigang talked about in the morning, whether real or fictitious, can make Li Ping'an realize that the world is dangerous.

A famous hero may be a bandit secretly.

If there is a chance to make a career in the world in the future, no one can trust him except myself.

This realization alone is worth a table of wine and meat!

Zhigang confirmed: "Is it that simple?"

Li Pingan nodded: "It's that simple!"

"You can't use a bowl when drinking. It's too unpleasant, so use a jar."

Zhigang grabbed the wine jar, opened his mouth and poured it into his belly. He drank ten kilograms of wine in one breath and let out a long belch.

"happy."

He stretched out his hand and tore off a chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed the meat mixed with broken bones.

Then a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat swept away everything like a whirlwind.

Li Ping'an sat across from him, chanting and drinking slowly, and asked casually: "Master, did you go to the Yamen to get some money?"

"Rewards are easy to post, but UU reading www.uukanshu.net makes money hard."

Zhigang explained: "The reward order is issued by the Ministry of Punishment, the prisoner's head is verified by Dali Temple, and the money is distributed by the Ministry of Household Affairs. The three yamen supervise each other to prevent anyone from pretending to claim the reward..."

Li Ping'an was speechless. Half of the six departments were involved, and it would take three to five days just to go through each yamen.

I encountered some difficulties in the middle, and I was stuck in the process. Maybe I had to go through it all over again.

really.

I only heard Zhigang scolding angrily: "The poor monk went to the Ministry of Punishment to write a note, and met a sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked scribe who said that the amount of the monkey's pension was wrong."

"After repeated calculations several times, we still suspect that the monkey is not dead. We must have a post-mortem examination at Dali Temple. The specific time is uncertain..."

The monkey is Zhigang's dead brother, nicknamed the Six-Armed Immortal Monkey, and he is also the imperial court's gold medal catcher.

Li Ping'an heard the meaning. The clerk deliberately found reasons to delay and shirk the responsibility. He obviously wanted to ask for benefits, so he reminded him.

"Master, prepare some profit money, or agree to share a layer of money with the scribe. The work will definitely go smoothly, and maybe you can get more pension."

Scriveners are a type of subordinate staff. They may seem to be of no rank, but in fact they have great power.

Officials would not do trivial matters such as calculating pensions. They would just wait for the clerk to finish the calculation and use printing circles. It is not clear whether there is more or less.

Zhigang raised his eyebrows: "You asked this poor monk to pay bribes?"

"It's not considered a bribe."

Li Ping'an said: "It's just to get things done quickly. Don't delay for too long, or you won't get any money until the Chinese New Year."

Zhigang squatted down the wine jar on the table with a clang, almost shattering it.

"If a poor monk only wants money, he will simply go to rob houses and rob houses. They come quickly and in large numbers. There are crimes committed on both sides. Why bother to make a detour?"