In front of a newspaper in Huayu District.

A man in a sweatshirt and slightly curly hair was squatting in front of the rickshaw, as if he was waiting for work.

He looked very honest, with a sweat towel around his neck, and he picked it up from time to time to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

If you look closely, you will find that his skin is slightly yellow, and it seems that he is not as dark and rough as the rickshaw driver.

"This dog-day day is so hot before noon! It seems that I will be suffering from changing my identity in the future!" Curly hair murmured.

At this moment, two people pulling rickshaws came over. They shook their heads and looked at the curly hair, and said in a bad voice.

"Hey, you guys have crossed the line. This is our brothers' point. Get out of here!"

"Bastard, who did you let go?" A ruthless light flashed in Curly's eyes and shouted angrily.

"What's wrong? Are you not convinced? Want to practice?"

"you……"

Curly hair was a little angry when she was challenged by the two guys with yellow teeth and rough mouths in front of her, but when she thought of her identity and mission, she had to swallow her anger and leaned down to pull the rickshaw.

"Okay, you guys are cruel, I'll leave!"

Bang!

However, just as he lowered his head, the whistle and whistle came from behind his head.

Before he could dodge, he was knocked to the ground with one blow, and then he did not give him any chance to resist. The two men rushed up to control him.

Twist your arms, remove your chin, and put on handcuffs, and do it in one go!

"Your matter is revealed, please come with us!"

The man in the sweat shirt looked scared.

...

An old street to the east of Cannon Hutong.

Although this street is old, it has a very dense population and is quite complete in living facilities.

There are barber shops, bathhouses, tailor shops and post offices, simple vegetable markets filled with vegetable leaves and fishy smell, restaurants of all sizes, and a pawn shop of a large scale.

In a noodle restaurant specializing in fried noodles.

Two big men in short shirts and shirtless were eating noodles, and the sounds were coming one after another, and they picked up a white jade-like garlic clove to chew for a few bites.

Yes, it smells so good!

"I'm here, please come to you, please~"

With the greeting of the friend, a handsome man walked in and waved to ask for a bowl of noodles.

But before he could sit down, the two men who were still burying their heads in eating noodles just now suddenly stood up.

The left hand reached out and stuck his neck tightly from behind. I guess it would be possible to break this guy's neck with some strength.

The one on the right held his hands tightly and took out an old copper handcuff from his waist.

With two clicks, he handcuffed him tightly.

"you……"

Without giving the other party more chance to speak, the hand that was responsible for choking his neck shrank, and simply removed his chin simply and roughly, then picked it up and walked out on one side.

The diners who were eating here were stunned after seeing this scene and widened their eyes, but no one dared to yell.

This is obviously an official who does things, so he can only see, not say!

...

A bustling street in the Chinese-speaking area.

A man with short hair, slightly fat body, and a mole on the corner of his mouth stopped in an antique shop, pointed to the teapot in the cabinet and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this purple clay pot?"

"Sir, you are a good person at first glance. This purple clay teapot is also a serious and good thing, which comes from the palace. If you like it, the price is easy to say." The owner of the antique shop replied with a smile.

"Is that so? Take it out and take a look!"

The black mole man seemed quite moved. When he was about to bargain, he suddenly felt a hard thing pressing his waist, and a cold voice came from his ears.

"Don't move, I'll beat you to death if you move again!"

"I……"

As soon as this word appeared on his mouth, a severe pain came from the man with a black mole on his arm, and he had been twisted over, followed by handcuffs and taking off his chin.

"Go with us honestly!"

The antique shop owner looked at the black mole man in amazement and was taken away like a wooden chicken. After a long time, he came to his senses and kept muttering, "Thank God! Blessing of Buddha!"

Why? Because these people who were in charge of the job did not arrest him, the things in the shop would be out of stock!

...

At the same time, in front of a bank.

This bank is called Fuyou. It is a large-scale bank in Peking City. It started as a banker since the Qing Dynasty. It has experienced ups and downs, so it is not easy to stay.

Due to its good geographical location, there are many people who save money here, which is very busy with business.

On the curb opposite the bank, the man in a suit and tie, who walked out of the courtyard was sitting on the bench and shining his shoes.

Although he was holding a newspaper in his hand, his eyes were staring at the bank.

"Sister-in-law, do you often shine shoes here?" the man in the suit put away the newspaper and asked casually.

"Yes, I've been shining my shoes here!"

The person who shines the shoes was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She tied her hair and was wearing simple clothes. She was skillfully wiping her leather shoes with shoe polish.

"It should be more profitable to shine shoes here than to other places. After all, here is next to the bank, and people coming and going are very decent, right?" The man in the suit is very good at chatting, and he is very irresistible.

"Well, you said...!" the woman grinned.

Bang!

Just as my sister-in-law was talking to her, she saw that the man in suit who was chatting with her was directly overturned to the ground and fell on the cold ground, looking quite painful.

Wear handcuffs! Remove the chin! Fixing the process, which was specially explained by Chu Mufeng!

"Get up and go with us!"

The angry man in the suit was quickly taken away, leaving behind a sister-in-law who was full of surprise on her face.

...

At the same time, there is a temple north of the Cannon Hutong.

This temple is not big. After all, if there is no historical heritage in the city of Peking, small temples like this will be demolished by the municipal government for one reason or another.

There is only one reason why this temple can survive, because a large family is enshrining incense.

Even if no one cares about it, there is no worries about food and clothing here.

The guy with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks who walked out of the Siheyuan was chatting with a young monk in this temple at this moment.

"Donor, do you really want to become a monk?" the little monk asked curiously with his big eyes blinking.

The thin monkey man in front of me has been here three times.

Every time he comes over, he will chat with himself. He doesn’t talk about casual conversations from all over the world, but he even reveals an idea of ​​wanting to become a monk.

Today is no exception.

But the young monk couldn't make decisions about this matter. How dare he take action on his own if his master is not at home?

"Yes, I just want to become a monk. I heard that the Liang family is offering incense here? Why? Do you have to nod the Liang family to agree if I want to become a monk? "The thin monkey man asked with a little confusion.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by a few people who rushed in, and then he was handcuffed and knocked off his chin with one punch, and he couldn't speak.

"Hehe, if you want to be a monk, go to prison!"

The little monk watched in horror as the thin monkey man was dragged away, and kept muttering Amitabha!

...

Wenyuanzhai.

This is where Zhao Jiehui is coming to convey information. As Chu Mufeng previously speculated, the poster of selling medicine is their way of confirming contact.

When Zhao Jiehui posted the poster at the specified time and location, as long as he saw the poster wearing a round badge, he would agree to meet.

If it is a diamond-shaped badge, don’t meet for the time being!

As a shop that runs the four treasures of the study, Wenyuanzhai’s business on this street is not very good, and it can even be said that it is not enough to make ends meet.

But what’s interesting is that as the owner of this shop, the historical financial money had no idea of ​​changing careers, and still insisted on it. In his words, I don’t know what to do if I don’t do this business.

The relationship between historical materials and neighbors around can only be considered as seeing each other without looking up, nodding after meeting, that's all. I have to ask if there are any deep friendships, no!

Historical records Qian is a person who likes to wear a large jacket, a pair of round glasses, and a middle-parted head. He looks gentle and gentle. He always has a smiling face, which makes people not get bored when they see it.

"Sir, what do you want to buy?"
To be continued...