C17

Compared to the bustling eastern part of the city, the western part of Iron Rhinoceros City seemed somewhat run-down. In a corner of the western part of the city, because this place was as depressing and oppressive as a clay pot, the streets and alleys here were collectively addressed by a single name — Earth Tank Lane.

Today, it was drizzling, and a dirt road in the alley was muddy. Because it was still early, there weren't many footprints, only the footprints of dogs and cats.

As he walked past, mud and water splashed in all directions. When he hit the black mud wall, black spots appeared one after another, as if they were completely dried up blood.

Two old men who were already in the annals were sitting under the eaves playing chess. Compared to the complicated and time-consuming Blackie, the people here liked to fight in the mountains and rivers.

The chessboard was carved very firmly, except for the small flowers at the four corners. The chessboard was also made of wood, and was very polished.

"General!" An old man had killed the Red Marshal in one shot, and the game was over.

"Old man, do you know where Li Da Fu's family is?" Chang Lou bowed to ask the old man who had won the game. This old man was in a good mood and would most likely tell him.

The old man sized up the house. With a bamboo hat and a long blade, he said with a trembling voice, "Turn left in front of you. The second house will be it."

"Thank you!" The house saluted again and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Seeing that the house had already disappeared, another old man asked in surprise, "How did the people from the east end suddenly become so polite?"

"Who cares!" Chess! Eating cannons! "

"Not at all, not at all. I didn't pay attention to that. Let's do it again!"

For those of them who were old and struggling to survive, the death of the emperor and the collapse of the heavens had nothing to do with them. They were the true freelancers.

Soon, the game was over. The old man suddenly discovered that there was another person beside him. This person was dressed in black, had a straight face, and was tall and sturdy body. He held a large Zhanmadao in his hand. There was a suffocating pressure all over his body, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on him, causing him to be unable to breathe. A pair of sharp falcon eyes, there was a type of magic, when it stared at them, it would have the urge to shake off the guilt of wetting the bed when they were young.

"Did you two elders see a person wearing a bamboo hat and a knife come here?" His voice was extremely majestic, and could not be deceived.

"Yes!" The old man first nodded his head, then he added submissively, "Just now, one of them went to Li Da Fu's house!"

Another old man quickly added, afraid that this person would be displeased, "It's the second house on the left on this street!"

"Thank you!" The man cupped his fists in thanks and disappeared around the corner.

"Disperse!" "Old man."

"Alright!"

The two old men didn't have the mood to continue the game, so they packed up and went home.

He was still in the world, how could he be at ease?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Chang Lou knocked on the door. There was movement in the yard, but no one paid any attention to it.

"It's here!" It's here! Knock on what? It's not like I'm deaf! " A woman, whose clothes were half undressed and whose makeup was heavily colorful, opened the door even though she was old and still had a bit of charm to her.

Chang Lou was shocked. This woman's facial features were very similar to the innocent and beautiful girl in the town of Yunmei. "Is this time or suffering?"

The woman was also stunned. This person's appearance was obviously very rich. "Is he looking for me?"

"Are you looking for me?" The woman was the first to react. She pulled at the clothes on her chest, revealing her wrinkled and drooping chest. With blurry eyes, she said, "Come in for a cup of tea!"

Chang Lou didn't feel good, but the moment she thought of the purpose of her money, she stepped into the door.

This courtyard was very old, and it was tidied up in a neat and orderly manner. It was a drizzle, and it was even cleaner than the bluestone path on the east side of the city.

There were three rooms in the yard, all of them adobe, most of the tiles broken. To the right was the kitchen, with smoke rising from the chimney, and the smell of turnip soup could be smelled from the boardinghouse. A yard and a yard of dry firewood were stacked under the roof of the kitchen.

The house on the west side was a little run-down. There was a flower doll drawn on the window paper. There was a faint smell of urine coming from it, and it even coughed from time to time.

The northern house looked the latest. The windows were new, the wood was new, and the outside was painted white with white dust. There seemed to be a person dressing up inside.

"This is?" A white-haired old woman came out to get firewood and couldn't help but ask when she saw Chang Lou.

"I'm from Cloud Plum Town. I have something to do in the city, so I came to visit you." Chang Lou rushed to say that without waiting for the woman to interrupt.

When the old woman heard that Changlou was from Yunmei Town, she hurriedly and enthusiastically told Changlou to go sit in the room for a while.

The building followed the woman into the north room. In addition to some wood furniture and a dining table, there were two beds. Sitting on the bed by the window was a man with a head full of scoundrels, looking very wretched.

"Li Dafu has become like this?" Even though Li Da Fu's family was in ruins, it was unlikely for such a person to have become such a person! He didn't even bother to look at someone like that, let alone kill him.

"This is my … sweetheart!" The woman hesitated for a moment, then introduced the man without any hesitation.

"Where did Li Dafu go?" Chang Lou's heart skipped a beat. She had really changed.

"Li Dafu?" The woman slanted her eyes and said snappily, "Him! and went to catch crickets with the kids. "

"Where?" Chang Lou couldn't help looking at him and asked in a deep voice.

The woman gave her an answer. Chang Lou gave her about twenty taels of silver from the fifty taels of silver he got from selling the red turban.

At the door, the building listened to the crackling of the kitchen fire, the rustling of clothes in the north room, and the dreamy shrieks of the west room. Closing the door, he locked the words "I had eighty rooms and ninety wives" inside the courtyard.

The sound of water splashing on the ground made Chang Lou cast a glance to the left. He saw a tall and sturdy man holding a Zhanmadao and glaring at him.

Chang Lou smiled at him, and that person nodded his head. Chang Lou then walked towards the place the woman mentioned.

The man kept his distance and followed him to his destination at a leisurely pace.

It was a desolate, shabby little courtyard, overgrown with weeds. Perhaps there really were crickets inside.

Ignoring the rain on the grass, Chang Lou walked in.

In the shabby house, a man with white hair and a stooped body was reading an ancient text. Below him, there were a few children sitting on a bench. They were all listening with rapt attention.

"Wealth does not know wealth; poverty does not know poverty." Life who knows how many, up and down, as if separated by a dream. Those who abandon me will never return. I look forward to the unfathomable …. Only knowledge! The way of the Self.

"It's like a dream!" When Chang Lou heard this, she could not help but clap in agreement.