Conquer the World

Chapter 979 The Protagonist is Here

Musan gets up early every day. The place he rents is quite remote. If you want to buy some vegetables and meat, it takes half an hour to arrive.However, since half a year ago, there has been no meat available in Chang'an City. As for vegetables, they can be bought, but the price of a Chinese cabbage is staggering.

If you are trapped in another city for several years, I am afraid that people in the city will start eating people.Chang'an City is big enough, a hundred miles away, you can always find a place to grow some food and vegetables.It's not funny at all. Scenes that you would never have seen in the past are happening naturally in Chang'an City.

For example, a person who has a vegetable plot in Chang'an City will employ more than a dozen bodyguards with good skills.And the cost of these bodyguards is not too high, as long as it is enough to manage each day.If it was not for the army in Chang'an City to guarantee law and order, the bodyguard would kill the employer and take the vegetable garden as his own.

Because there are more than one granary in Chang'an City, the supply of food is not stretched.No matter who is in power in the court, as long as there is no stupidity-to the extreme, it will not do stupid things that do not give food to the people.The enemies outside are inaccessible by the unparalleled high walls of Chang'an City. If the people in the city are annoyed, the enemies outside are estimated to be happy.

The granary reserves in Chang'an City have always been abundant. Even if the population of the city is so huge, the two granaries in the city, together with the official silo of the household, will be enough for the people to eat and eat for twenty or thirty years every day.

However, the sufficiency of food only dilutes some people's panic, and does not allow people to live as quietly and practically as before.After all, there are cries of siege almost every day outside the city, and the seemingly indifferent people will occasionally fear in the heart of the illusion that the city is destroyed.

Mu San has not been out for a long time since long ago. To be honest, he doesn't know if he has any companions around him.Every day, he expects a person to come out and tell him to come to pick him up, thinking about it day after day, so that his current spirit is a bit abnormal.

When he walks on the street, he always looks in the corner to see if anyone has left a mark.In the past, what he was most afraid of was traveling at night, but now he is accustomed to wandering on the street every night like a ghost. He has been able to avoid the officers and soldiers patrolling the street accurately, and even bored to count the past officers and men of each team What's the difference in quantity.

He thought that there would be someone in the dark who caught him and said a word to him.

unfortunately

It has been two years.

Nothing at all.

He lived in such a plain but oppressive way, he didn't even dare to look in the mirror, because he knew that the speed of his aging in the past two years must be scary.He does not go out to eat because he knows that his voice and walking posture will attract the attention of others sooner or later, and he dare not make people familiar with himself.

He is now able to cook a bowl of noodle soup deliciously. Sometimes he even thinks, if one day when the silver in his hand is about to run out, will he go out and set up a food stall on the street, the business will be good.

For a long time alone, thought is the only partner.

When lying on the bed, he would construct stories in his mind.Sometimes when he thinks of a particularly exciting plot, he laughs and even cries.In every boring day and night, what he dared not do was stare at the ground, he was afraid that the ground would suddenly crack open and swallow himself in.

He thought about it more than once, and it might be a relief for someone to catch himself.

He would smirk at the sky, smirk at the birds on the tree, and smirk at the insects on the wall.

Every morning when he wakes up, he will smirk.

Then I said to myself, I haven't been driven into madness. It's nice.

The noodles are almost finished, he must go out and buy some.He did not go to the place where the government distributed food to collect it. He did not dare.Fortunately, the money given to him by Fang Jie was sufficient. The silver tickets could be exchanged in Chang'an City. However, he had to go to the bank where there was Guanfu Bei-Jing.

He still dare not go, he only dare to take the jewelry to the pawn shop.A while ago, he took a Dongzhu worth ten thousand gold during the Taiping period and exchanged it for 1,200 silver in the pawnshop, which was already sky-high.At that time, the boss of the pawnshop didn't look right in his eyes, and he certainly suspected that he had stolen this thing.So Musan didn't stay for more than a second, and quickly left after carrying the silver on his back.

If he was not smart enough, he was killed by the pawnshop halfway back.

Every time he didn't dare to go to the same shop, he even did not hesitate to be a pawn to cross the city to the other side of the city.Even if he is buying noodles and oil, he will not be in the nearby shop.

When I woke up in the morning, the star on the west side that fell at the latest and the brightest star in the dawn was still there. Mu San got up and cleaned himself up. After washing, he punched in the yard.He played unruly and seemed to have little power.This boxing technique was figured out by himself. He knew it did n’t work, but he forced him to practice every day, and he had to run around the yard for half an hour. It's fast, so you need a good body.

The genius just lighted up when going out, and Musan was going to travel while there were no more people.In the past two years, he feels more and more that his body, male, female, and female, is very troublesome. If a careful person takes a closer look at him, he can see his flaws.

He is no longer the eunuch who talked to Master Xiao Fang for the first time when he found a way for himself in Tai Chi Palace. He is almost 20 years old.At this age, there should have been a beard and a throat knot, but he has none.He didn't even have thicker pores on his smooth jaws, and it was deceiving that no one believed him until he shaved.

Can only avoid people.

Try not to see anyone.

He doesn't need a map. Although Chang'an City is very big, he has traveled too many places in these two years of boredom, and he has a map of Chang'an City in his mind.

The price of the carriage through the city is ten times that of the original, and there are not many people who can afford it.But those who rushed to the bus did not dare to lower the price, because the silver now is far inferior to that of a few years ago.In the past, one or two silver can order a table at the best restaurant, but now one or two silver is enough for his mule to eat a few meals.

People are listless, as are mules.

Musan turned in the silver and got into the car, squinted to sleep when he said an address.The carriage moved slowly, he was not in a hurry, so he did not rush.

After a full hour, Mu San opened his eyes.Counting the time, we have arrived at Twenty-three Main Streets.The carriage stopped, almost in sync with Mu San's eyes.

He is used to going around here every day to see if there will be gains, if not for buying rice noodles, he will not ride a carriage.Because he was carrying a pack of silver, the security in Chang'an City was only controlled by the military so that there would be no riots.As for the hours of robbery on the street, Chang'an Mansion, which has long been unable to open the bank, will not control it, and the military people are too lazy to control it.

When he got off the bus, he was actually ready, and he still found nothing today.

However, he was wrong.

There is an extra snack stall at the door of the shop in Dong Twenty-three.That's two couples. It seems that the man is honest and honest, and the woman is a little heavy but good.

When Mu San saw that the man smiled arbitrarily at himself, he suddenly wanted to cry.

I especially want to cry.

...

...

"I thought I started to stink."

Musan sat down and asked for a basket of steamed buns.

"Not a bowl of hot noodle soup?"

The boss asked.

Mu San shook his head: "Mo said to eat noodles. Now I just mention the word noodles. I want to vomit. In the past two years, I have eaten all the noodles that people have eaten all my life. Sometimes I cook them without oil and salt. I could n’t help thinking at that time, maybe eating shit is more flavorful than eating such noodles. "

The vendor boss smiled: "I don't need you to say, I know how you live every day. You can't see it doesn't mean you haven't. There have never been fewer people around you in the past two years. You can tell you like this The days after two years are better than death, so those who have protected you in the dark for two years have lived more hardly than you. "

Mu Sanyi stunned, he really didn't expect that there had been protection around him for the past two years.

"You have at least noodles."

The boss sighed very lightly: "But what about the brethren under my hands ... Do you know what a brethren under my hands say to you? He said that seeing you in such a nervous manner every day, he could not wait to smoke You have seventeen or eight slaps. "

"If he came to slap me, I would thank him ..."

Mu San sent a bun to his mouth and found a piece of meat that was only about the size of a finger.

"Your business is getting more and more pitfalls."

He says.

"Pooh"

The boss took a sip: "You go to another house to eat and eat. The size of my meat filling is already twice that of other people's homes. The amount of money collected is the same."

"How much is such a bun now?"

Mu San asked.

"Thirty-two silver"

The boss was a little dissatisfied: "There are fewer and fewer people who can afford it. Even if the middle class people were already poor now, they will not be able to open the pot. If it is not the fixed amount of food distributed by the government, I do n’t know how many people starved to death. To a businessman who was famous in Chang'an City, he lined up with the people to collect food. It is said that all the previous houses have been sold. "

"Sometimes this fate can't be imagined. Those who do big business don't go to the city and don't buy or sell. Instead, we do this small business and live better."

Mu San sighed: "You appear in front of me, it's not just to motivate you to live."

"There is a key in the drawer in front of you. This is the shop behind me. It was dug under the second floor tile in the door. There are a lot of silver tickets. It ’s okay to come out with tens of thousands of silver. I ’ll arrange someone to go with you and go to a few more money exchanges. Then go to the rich house to collect jewelry ... "

"Doing business?"

Musan couldn't help but ask: "I've waited for this for a long time, is this what I'm waiting for?"

"Why haven't you tempered yet."

The boss gave him a white look: "From tomorrow on, you will be the messenger of the Black Flag Army in Chang'an City. You don't need to bring gifts to the courtiers' homes, they may wish to treat you well. But see you in the Forbidden Army or other army. Generals with real powers still need to bring some gifts. "

Mu San's eyes lit up: "The hero is here?"

The boss smiled and said: "Here we are, we have hit Gyeonggi Province now. Gao Kaitai ’s soldiers ca n’t stop the hero ’s male division, and it wo n’t take long for the hero to be in the city. How much credit you have will depend on your time Performance. "

The boss sat down and ate with Mu San.

"You have eaten it yourself, what else do you sell?"

Mu San asked.

"Sell a fart!"

The boss stretched his body and looked back at his wife: "In a while we will go to the clothing store and buy some good clothes to wear. In the future, the two of us will be your personal guards. You do n’t have to hide to meet those people. , Those big guys dare not expose you. As long as you avoid the armored armor ... for so many years, I can finally boil it out, you want to spit when you smell the noodle soup, why should I cook the noodles until I want to spit? "