Chapter 50: Pitch pot

　　 Why are all people afraid of social death? This involves a rule in the inner city. The inner city is different from the outer city. The latter has no curfew.
　　 And the former, because they live with decent people, for the safety of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, there will be no more people on the street after the drums are played at dusk.
　　 As everyone knows, Jiaofang Division works at night.
　　 This means that going to Jiaofangsi is not just to inquire about the news, you have to stay overnight.
　　 That’s why Xu Pingzhi opposed Xu Qi’an’s going to Jiaofangsi. He was originally a young and energetic guy who stayed at Jiaofangsi. Who could bear the teasing of other girls?
　　 Therefore, whoever goes to teach Fangsi must go to prostitute.
　　 And the three men here are all artificial:
　　 An honest gentleman Xu Cijiu.
　　 Do not go to the hook column Xu Qi'an.
　　 Gu's wife Xu Pingzhi.
　　 The three of them all knew one thing clearly in their hearts. Even if there was a reason for it, prostitutes would be prostitutes, and this fact could not be changed.
　　Although I have never had a prostitute in my previous life, I can imagine the embarrassment of going to prostitute and being called by the police to inform my parents...I just don’t want to live anymore...Xu Qi’an is sitting upright, with a serious face.
　　 Some interesting things about the brothel appeared in his mind. One time when he was listening to a song in Goulan, Wang Butou started a topic. A certain official in the court went to teach the girl who was sleeping in the workshop, but he met his son when he was playing in the tea house.
　　 Father and son have the same acupoint, the scene is very embarrassing.
　　 It spread to the officialdom of the capital the next day, and it was a joke, so that even the head of the king heard about it from the magistrate Zhu.
　　 For this era that values ​​the three guides, five constants and reputation, this kind of thing is a burden that the skin cannot bear.
　　 Xu Qi'an looked at Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang, and the picture involuntarily appeared in his mind:
　　 Xu New Year: "Yo, father, you are here too, today this girl will let me, and tomorrow she will be yours."
　　 Second Uncle Xu: "Go away, who is Laozi? I'll go to bed first."
　　 Xu Qi'an: "You all retreat, I want to be alone."
I shudder when I think about it... Xu Qi'an coughed: "The Jiaofang Division has shelved it in advance, and we will continue to inquire about the news. Favorable news.
　　 "Sit down and gather the news again the day after tomorrow. If there is no extra gain, we will consider going to Jiaofang Division."
　　 Hearing what he said, Xu Erlang and Xu Ershu's attitude suddenly improved and they nodded.
　　 Xu Qi'an thought to himself, I should sacrifice and go to Jiaofang Division tomorrow night.
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　　 At noon the next day, Xu Qi'an took leave and returned to Xu Mansion. Xu Mansion, which was still lively in the past, was much colder.
　　 The maid and the old mother took half of them, leaving the concierge Lao Zhang and a few servants to take care of them. Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang have not returned.
　　 Xu Qi'an went to the inner courtyard by car and drove aside Xu Erlang’s room, and found the moon white Confucian shirt with precious fabrics embroidered with the same color moiré.
　　He took off his quick-catching suit and put on the most decent dress of the little brother, with a decent jade pendant hanging from his belt.
　　 Xu Qi'an stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at what he looked like at the moment.
It's okay... just that my skin bag is too masculine, and I can't wear the handsome beauty of a little milk dog... If it was the beauty of my last life, I would be able to control this kind of clothes... .At present, this pair of skins lacks some sense of substitution...Xu Qi calms down the wrinkles on her chest and leaves with satisfaction.
　　 The structure of Dafengjing City can be summarized by the word "mattress", which are Miyagi, Imperial City, Inner City, and Outer City.
　　 Compared to the outer city with a large population of fish and dragons, Xu Qi'an understands the inner city as the CBD area of ​​the previous life, and those who can live in it are rich people.
　　 Those who can live in the inner city in this era are people with status and status.
　　 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 of a gold swallowing beast that makes her aunt full of yearning for the inner city, but she has no chance to live in it.
　　 From Xu's Mansion to the gate of the inner city, it would take Xu Qi'an three to four hours to walk.
　　 He hired a carriage and arrived at the nearest inner city gate an hour later, took out the voucher he had prepared, and passed the customs smoothly.
　　 The soldiers guarding the city carefully inspected the carriage and saw that Xu Qi'an was not carrying any large luggage, and his face could not hide his disappointment.
　　Because it means that Xu Qi'an didn't enter the inner city to do business, so he couldn't collect the city gate tax.
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　　 The inner city streets are wide and criss-crossed. Beautiful houses surrounded by greenery are built on the main road, and various courtyards are distributed on the non-main road.
　　Whether it is urban construction, pedestrian dressing, and the number of carriages on the street, it is far better than the outer city.
　　 "You must bring Lingyue sisters to the inner city to play when you have time. The prosperous level is not the same as that of the outer city." Xu Qi'an raised the curtains of the car and looked at the prosperous scene.
　　 He didn't go to Jiaofangsi immediately. It was still early and the seafood merchants did not work during the day.
　　 After paying the money for the rental carriage, Xu Qi'an wandered aimlessly in the street.
　　 Not long after, Xu Qi'an came to a market and looked up at the archway at the entrance: Yongkang Street!
　　 The spaciousness of this street is unprecedented by Xu Qi'an. It is two hundred meters wide, and blocks of bluestone slabs form a flat ground, extending to the end of the line of sight.
　　There are rows of shops and houses on both sides, ten horse-drawn carriages stand side by side without pressure, and pedestrians are bustling.
　　 Where is the street, it is clearly the big square.
　　 Standing under the archway, Xu Qi'an watched this scene and was shocked from the bottom of his heart.
　　 "Yongkang Street is one of the main roads in Beijing. My second uncle said it was very big, but I didn't expect it to be so big." Xu Qi'an muttered.
　　 The main road is so spacious, it is exquisite. The emperor or the noble family will clear the field in advance.
　　 The width of two hundred meters makes most of the current crossbows and fire guns useless.
　　 Even if an assassin wanted to hide the cold arrow in the buildings on both sides, seeing this distance, he could only helplessly leave the keyboard with his hands and type 666.
　　 Xu Qi'an 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 the attention of Xu Qi'an, blinding his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.
　　 It was a horse-drawn carriage drawn by four sturdy horses, with an arc-shaped dome crown silver-coated with gold, bright yellow satin hanging down the windows, and down there was a dust-covering shin, wrapped in clear white jade.
　　 The side of the wheel is nailed with a circle of neatly arranged gold nails, and the hub is also wrapped in jade.
　　 And the real connotation is the carriage material, the golden nanmu dedicated to the royal family.
　　 "I guess I can't afford a wheel after struggling all my life..." Xu Qi'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 line of soldiers wearing black armor and armed with spears stood by the side of the carriage. Interestingly, another soldier was actually playing a pot-throwing game.
　　 The stall owner is a veteran leader in ruined robes. His gray hair is tied with a wooden hairpin, and his messy hair is hanging down.
　　 There were copper coins, silver ingots, gold ingots, Taoist scriptures, bodhi bracelets, jade mirrors... all kinds of miscellaneous things.
　　 Let’s not talk about other things, just because the gold ingots and silver ingots are placed on the stall without being snatched away, this old way is by no means simple... Xu Qi'an stopped and waited.
　　 He watched for a while and understood how the game was played. The pot-thrower was 30 steps away from the porcelain pot, blindfolded, and turned his back. There were three arrows in total.
　　 If an arrow hits, you can get the third echelon item, which is some gold, silver and jade. If all three are in the match, pick one item of the first echelon at will.
　　 There are only two items in the first echelon: Bodhi bracelets and jade mirrors.
　　 "I missed again, hateful!"
　　 "Go away, it's me."
　　 The armored men took turns to cast the pots, but all came back with a feather, and the pile of broken silver in front of the old man became higher and higher.
　　 After another round of failures of the fifteen soldiers, Xu Qi'an noticed that the curtains of the carriage moved a bit, and one of the soldiers at the window lowered his head to listen and walked towards the stall owner.
　　 "Old Tao, my master said, sixty taels of gold, buy everything on your stall." The soldier walked to the old Tao and said loudly.
　　 Is this the pot missed, and the gold is directly gold... Xu Qi'an stood not far away, watching this scene.
　　 Facing the temptation of sixty taels of gold, the old Taoist shook his head, "Rules are rules."
　　 The armorer tensed his body and stared at the old man for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly turned around and returned to the carriage to report.
　　 A few seconds later, the owner of the carriage recalled the soldier and prepared to leave.
　　 Xu Qi'an took the opportunity to step forward, came to Lao Dao, and asked: "Old Dao, how much does it cost to play?"
　　The old Taoist sitting on the ground raised his head, glanced at him, and handed three arrows over: "One coin."
　　 Xu Qi'an took the arrow and smiled, feeling that he had a chance to win.
　　 The 30-step outer throw pot is not difficult for the martial artist in the refinement realm. But with his back turned and blindfolded, it is almost impossible to make a shot.
　　 The eyes are the most important part of the five senses. Losing eyesight will reduce the martial artist's hand feeling and increase the difficulty of hitting.
　　 Whether you can make a shot, it all depends on your face.
　　 Xu Qi'an has an unsightly face, but he has absolute confidence, because he hasn't picked up any silver for several days.
　　Is it because I will come to the inner city and encounter this potball game, so lucky points are automatically accumulated?
If I can make a shot, the gold and silver ingots will all be mine...Hey, the life of Ou Huang is so unpretentious and boring...Xu Qi'an walked thirty steps away, turned around, and covered his eyes with a black cloth. Just throw it back.
　　 "咚咚咚..."
　　The three arrows are in no particular order, almost in the pot at the same time.
　　 The surrounding passers-by made exclamation sounds, and the uproar attracted just about to leave the carriage, and there was a soft and pleasant voice from the window:
　　 "Stop!"
　　PS: I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. Hey, I don't really want to go out. After all, the epidemic hasn't completely ended. But in order to get a meal, I can only bite the bullet and fly.
　　 That is, if there is no computer by my side tomorrow, I may not be able to update during the day, so the chapter will be updated in advance at noon tomorrow. This is not an update, but an advance update tomorrow!