My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 99: Chapter 99

With a splash, Zhang Rongfang poured the bath water in the bucket into the gutter at the gate of the courtyard.

In the ditch, there is also foamy water from the public bath next door flowing slowly.

He turned his head and glanced, and the two children were sitting in front of the bathroom door washing buckets again.

"Sell glutinous rice balls~~ minced meat with chopped green onion, golden osmanthus with bean paste, fried scallops with shrimp~~~"

The old man carrying the burden slowly turned around along the street.

The heat in the burden evaporates from the edge of the jar, and even if it is wrapped in a thick cloth, you can still smell the faint fragrance of glutinous rice flour.

"Grandpa, here are two catties." Zhang Rongfang put down the bucket, touched the money on his body, and called to stop.

"Mr. Zhang got up so late today?"

Uncle Tangyuan passes through this street every day, and is occasionally taken care of by Zhang Rongfang.

So he also has a good impression of this young man who speaks softly to everyone.

"Last night I practiced a little bit late." Zhang Rongfang replied casually. "By the way, sir, where are there any old books and weird things in this city? Most of the time I lead the team is wandering around, I really don't know about other places."

"Old books? Weird things?" The old man thought for a while, "You should be able to find them in Yanliu Lane. There are all such things over there."

"Yanliu Lane? Okay, thank you." Zhang Rongfang paid the money, went back to the yard with the glutinous rice balls, and brought back the bathtub.

After tidying up a bit, he changed his clothes and went straight out towards Yanliu Lane.

He had passed by that place before, but never entered.

After passing through about half of the city, he found this somewhat hidden alleyway in another city.

Outside the alleyway, a big lookout was erected.

The so-called Wangzi is a long wooden stick with a piece of cloth hanging on the top, and various signboards and advertisements are written on it.

At this time, it was written on the watch: The place where the bulk of tobacco and alcohol is shipped, look for authenticity, Tan Yang's time-honored brand, Liuji.

These paragraphs are all scattered around a round copper coin pattern.

Zhang Rongfang carefully read it several times. On this ground, he still rarely sees such a modern-style advertisement.

At the entrance of the alley, donkey carts pulling goods kept coming in and out.

Two shirtless, dark men were chatting while smoking pipes.

Zhang Rongfang straightened his clothes and strode into the alleyway.

As soon as you enter, there is a small shop on the left side of the entrance of the laneway.

The store has no sign, no notice, and no Wangzi plaque.

It's just a pink silk scarf hung on a bamboo pole at the door.

The door of the shop was ajar, and inside was a woman in a high-cut pink skirt, leaning lazily on the bed, looking out the door.

Seeing Zhang Rongfang look over, the woman suddenly showed a faint smile and waved to him.

"If you don't cut jade, you can't make it into a tool. If you don't learn, you don't know righteousness.

As a son of man, Fang Shaoshi. Dear teachers and friends, learn etiquette"

A faint sound of young children reciting came from deeper in the alley.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze and walked in following the sound.

A prostitution shop without a sign is densely distributed on both sides of this alley.

And among these prostitution shops, you can occasionally hear the sound of Meng Xue coming from the simple dwellings.

After a while, he finally found the shop that the old man said.

A triangular cloth that was washed white was hung outside the door with a bamboo pole. It says on the cloth: There is a path in the mountain of books.

The shop door is only big enough for one person to enter and exit, it really looks like a small path.

"Mother~~"

Suddenly a boy with shofar braids ran out of the shop, holding a slightly damaged light yellow book with the Three Character Classic on the cover, and then rushed into the prostitute shop beside him.

"Mother, can I buy another copy?"

In the prostitution shop, a woman in a blue dress with an impatient face came out in a hurry, and slammed the shop door behind her.

"I told you not to come in when I'm doing business! Why don't you listen, you brat? Don't call me during the day, don't ask your classmates to hear it."

The voice slowly lowered.

"But you are my mother? I'll hit him if someone says me!"

"Beating, beating, who the hell can you beat? If you hurt someone, you still have to apologize and give money."

The voices of mother and son gradually lowered.

Zhang Rongfang sighed softly in his heart, and stepped into the small shop in Shushan Youjing.

The store is very dark, just a rectangular tube road.

On the walls on both sides, there are rows of long grids, and a book is placed in the grids.

The books looked well worn, with titles on the covers bolded in neat ink.

"Three Character Classic", "Sound Enlightenment", "Book of Filial Piety", "Erya".

A series of Confucian books and classics are scattered and arranged neatly.

Looking at these familiar classics, Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt like returning to his previous life.

Many parts of Daling are similar to the ancient world in his previous life. He sometimes suspects that this world may be another branch of the past history.

Passing through rows of books, an old man wearing a pair of glasses sat on a small wooden stool that looked like pulp in the innermost place.

The old man was wearing a gray gown with a jade pendant made of rope hanging from his waist.

It looks like jade from a distance.

"Old store?" Zhang Rongfang asked softly.

The old man didn't speak, but pointed to the bookshelf beside him, motioning for himself to read it.

Zhang Rongfang nodded, turned around and started searching along the wall.

This time, he absorbed the experience from last time, and opened the attribute bar in the blink of an eye.

The previous situation of the Moon-by-Moon Knife made him understand that the world seemed not as simple as he thought.

The attribute bar is not only used to observe oneself, but also to observe external objects.

The books on the wall kept scanning.

It's just that the situation like that of the Moon Sword last time never happened again.

Zhang Rongfang quickly scanned all the books on the walls on both sides, and none of the books could make the attribute bar respond.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any other old things here?" Zhang Rongfang recalled that the thing inside the Moon-by-Moon Knife seemed to be a part.

The old man adjusted his glasses and looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Go a little further inside, and there are a few shops selling Western gadgets. But there are a lot of fakes."

"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang nodded and cupped his hands.

He turned around and walked out, but in the middle of the walk, he suddenly stopped.

"Grandpa, can I ask you a word?"

"What?" The old man looked up at him suspiciously.

Zhang Rongfang was silent for a while.

"Do you think everyone is doing well, Daling?"

In Daling, freedom of religion, freedom of speech, and many people discussing the current dynasty, as long as they don't make trouble, there are no restrictions on this aspect.

So his question is not considered sensitive.

The old shopkeeper thought about it.

"The younger generation thinks that we stay here, and it's hard, right?" He laughed.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Rongfang asked back.

The old shopkeeper stood up and slowly shook his head.

"Actually, although the current Emperor Ling said that he classifies us and other Confucian scholars as inferior, he has no difficulty for us."

"Do you know why?" He looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Why?"

"Because we are Confucian scholars." The old man laughed, "We are only Confucian scholars."

He took a book from the shelf and gently stroked the writing on the cover. There were three large characters written on the book: History of Lingyue.

"Speaking of which, many people misunderstand us. Seeing many Confucian scholars dressed in poverty, they think that the Lingting Court is persecuting us. It is not."

He was full of energy and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Except for the abolition of the imperial examination, Lingting actually does not restrict Confucianism. Many of us still have land and land. Even if we pay heavy taxes, many people still have nothing to worry about."

"Except for the predicament of a small number of Confucian people who were born in poverty and had to engage in writing miscellaneous scripts and selling lyrics, many Confucian people mostly put on a Taoist cloak, travel around the mountains and rivers, and sing to wine."

Zhang Rongfang looked at him in surprise, not knowing whether these words were sincere or false.

"Don't look at me like that. You know, even if I can't take the imperial examination, I, a Confucian scholar, is still a learned scholar, and I am the most popular teacher of all sects in the world." The old man said with a smile.

"So, apart from being unable to be an official, we don't lack anything. We are also very happy now."

He concludes.

"I don't need mercy, it's just a temporary trough."

Looking at Zhang Rongfang who was a little stunned, the old man said again.

"Actually, in today's world, although military service is frequent, the lives of ordinary people are still relatively easy. Let's talk about this Tanyang City, the surrounding people, have you heard that they starved to death and froze to death?"

Zhang Rongfang was taken aback for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"No."

"That's it." The old man smiled, "Da Ling attaches great importance to craftsman skills, and also to farming. He has reorganized farming books several times and improved planting. Now the output of farming has greatly increased. The efficiency of textiles has also doubled due to the improvement of tools."

"As soon as the shipping started, blue and white porcelain, glazed murals, tea, wine, etc. were exported, and a lot of money and resources flowed in. Everyone, this little life is getting better and better."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, it is clear that there are so many military services in Lingting, and there are uprisings everywhere, but they just can't make it happen.

In the two years since he came here, he rarely heard of ordinary people being starved to death or freezing to death.

As for military service, if you think about it carefully, there are not many people who die, and there are not a few families who return after serving in the military.

It is said that it is because when the Lingting army goes out to fight, they will usually forcibly conscript the people in the conquered area as vanguard cannon fodder.

The pioneers made these conquered conquerors siege and consume, and after the enemy army was exhausted, the main force pressed on.

In addition, the Lingting army was very elite and well equipped with all kinds of war machines, so there were really not many casualties.

"Common people, as long as they have food and clothing, and no worries about food and clothing, they can be honest." The old man sighed. "The current imperial court is the strongest in the world. Looking around, any country that dares to blockade and retreat will have a large army sweeping across the border. Forcibly open the country's gates.

Or trade, or conquer. It is a pity that we can live and work in peace and contentment with the flesh and blood of all races."

He didn't continue talking, but his eyes were a little regretful.

Zhang Rongfang didn't ask any more questions. He could see that the old man's words were not lies, but his sincere thoughts.

He cupped his hands, turned and left silently.

After leaving the Youjing shop in Shushan, he followed the old man's guidance and walked deeper into the alleyway.

After a while, the prostitution shops on both sides also became scarce.

A shop with a sign named Qiyizhai appeared in front of him.

The shop door is old and the door is half open.

A curly-haired old man with blond hair and blue eyes was bowing his head and laughing apologetically with several officials who came in to check, talking in a flattering whisper.

Not long after, he handed over a roll of banknotes in his sleeve, and begged a few times in a good voice.

It's a pity that those officials were wrinkled and still refused to leave. His eyes looked around, as if he wanted to scratch some oil.

Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes and walked forward.

"What's going on?" He asked casually with a straight face.

When several officials saw him, one of them changed his face and immediately recognized him.

"Hey, Captain Zhang! I saw you several times in the prison department not long ago."

He hastily stepped forward and saluted.