Qingzhou can be divided into inner and outer cities.

The outer city is bustling, but the inner city is even quieter.

With Qingzhou Prefecture Yamen as the center, the four great masters of Qingzhou are at the end of the spread of the four great masters. If you look down from a high place, it is like the four great masters gathering the prefecture Yamen.

As an aide to the state lord Nie Wendong, Yu Wanghai came to the yamen every day to order Mao. During the rest of the time, he either drank tea in a teahouse or went to a restaurant to listen to people's stories.

In his spare time, he doesn't like being disturbed.

Several yamen runners were waiting outside with the files tremblingly. The sky became dimmed, and Yu Wanghai slowly left the teahouse.

"Sir, the year is approaching, and you still need to read the reports from various prefectures and counties..."

Several yamen runners rushed to hand over the file.

"Um."

Yu Wanghai nodded slightly, and another yamen runner stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "This is what the people below respect you..."

"oh?"

Yu Wanghai took the file and walked slowly on the quiet street, sweeping the file at the same time.

At some point, his movements paused slightly.

"...Liu Wenpeng, the magistrate of Heishancheng County under Shunde Prefecture, asked the elders for their safety, and specially offered three thousand silver and two hundred gold..."

"One more died..."

Yu Wanghai closed the file and stopped at his feet.

In front of me is the center of the inner city, adjacent to the state yamen, with blue bricks and yellow tiles, but at first sight, there is a Taoist boy who cleans the fallen leaves outside, and inside, there are towering trees.

In the downtown area, it is particularly quiet.

Yu Wanghai walked into the Taoist temple, surrounded by dozens of quiet rooms with red walls and green tiles, and the trees in the courtyard were deep.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the wind was getting cooler.

Under the old tree, there was a man sitting cross-legged. A few girls who were pretty and less than cardamom were kneeling carefully on the side and serving them.

This Taoist is already very old. Although he is exquisite in appearance, he still looks old. He is just well organized, with his hair and beard hanging down and moving with the wind.

It's very good-looking.

Yu Wanghai bowed slightly and said, "Sir, this is the annual entry of all prefectures and counties this year."

"Life between heaven and earth, it's just like a flash of flashes, and suddenly. I haven't noticed it yet, and most of the year has passed..."

The Taoist breathing has rhythm, and his tone is as gentle as water, but he feels reluctant:

"It's another year of waste."

"From the Emperor of Qin to the Ming Dynasty, from ancient times to the present for three thousand years, how many people have longed for but cannot get it. Why should you hurry up and be timid?"

Yu Wanghai looked respectful.

"Young people are full of vitality, young people are full of vitality, middle-aged people are already in decline, and morality is in decline, and the rivers are falling in the twilight years..."

Nie Wendong took a few glances at the file and left it alone:

"I am already in the declining years, how can I not be in a hurry?"

Yu Wanghai was silent for a moment and changed the topic:

"One hour ago, the boy from Heishan City took the task and left the city. After foot, the Shi Mazi followed him, but I'm afraid..."

"Why do you have to say something about small things?"

Nie Wendong was slightly unhappy.

"Didn't you suspect that this kid had obtained the Taoist fruit before?"

Yu Wanghai had to remind him.

"If it's true, how could that crazy girl let him go? Ah, spittoon..."

Nie Wendong yawned, and phlegm seemed to surge in his throat.

Yu Wanghai looked at him expressionlessly.

“Jilongshan…”

A mouthful of phlegm was spit out, and Nie Wendong's face was already as calm as water.

With his martial arts, although he cannot get sick, there shouldn't be any filth. The reason for this is that he was injured.

"In the eyes of Beizhi, what you need to consider is not Jilongshan, but your classmate..."

After signaling the maids to retreat, Yu Wanghai said slowly:

"I heard that this time he left Kyoto, he only brought an old servant, a granddaughter and a blank letter. In Qingzhou, all positions were filled in by himself..."

"He won't."

Nie Wendong interrupted him, asked him to sit down, and said:

"I have been following the Taoist Three Refuges and Five Precepts for many years. How much should I go to before I can go further?"

Yu Wanghai was surprised by his calmness. When he heard this, he did not dare to neglect it and replied in a deep voice:

"The eight Buddhist precepts and the three refuges and five precepts of Taoism are essentially self-bound and the skill of spiritual cultivation. If you cannot practice Taoism, you cannot go further..."

“Tao Zheng…”

Nie Wendong frowned slightly:

"I heard that the ancestors of the noble school of the Three Refuges and Five Precepts for 18 years and finally became a true person. I have been keeping the precepts for 18 years. Could it be that I failed?"

"this…"

Yu Wanghai's expression was a little unnatural, but he still responded:

"My ancestor lived in the deep mountains, and the rules and precepts of Qing Dynasty for 18 years, and he had almost never been infected with the world. Although you live in Taoist temples, there are too many mundane things.

Otherwise, with your talent, you should have taken that step long ago..."

"well……"

Nie Wendong sighed:

"After all, Qingzhou misled me, and the people misled me..."

...

...

Outside the spacious moat, there are many sheds on the flat ground several miles wide. Although the sky is cold, there are quite a lot of people.

Most of them are nearby prefectures and villages who come to communicate with each other.

The entry fee for Qingzhou City is not low, with as much as 80 yuan. For some villagers, 80 yuan is enough for their family to eat for four or five days, so they naturally can't bear to leave.

Over time, there was also a mutual market outside Qingzhou City.

There is also a need to pay for trading, but only half of the cost of entering the city.

The mutual market is not big, but it is very lively. From a distance, many powerful men, villagers, hawkers, and traders are shouting and selling.

There are also many strong men who hold swords or whips to maintain order.

It is not easy to live in Qingzhou City.

Not only people, but also horses.

In this year, an ordinary slow horse in Qingzhou costs about fifteen taels of silver. Better ones often cost more than thirty taels.

Even for the people in Qingzhou City, it is a considerable burden, let alone afford it, it may not be able to support it.

Not to mention, Qingzhou City does not allow foreign carriages to enter.

If you have someone to take care of, you will get twenty copper coins in a day, but this is the worst treatment, which only guarantees that your horse will not starve to death.

If you want to feed the good forage, you have to pay the money.

"I have to pay for patronage, one tael or two coins of silver."

The owner of the horse trench with a mustache smiled and took out Yang Yu's yellow horse, with a very good attitude.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! It is not only because of the money being paid, but also because this man carried a knife, a sword and a bow on his back. No matter how he looked, he was a cruel character.

"Your business is really done!"

He took out a 0 or two of broken silver and handed it to the boss. Yang Yu lightly combed the mane of the yellow horse:

"Someone will probably ask me later..."

"The guest official was joking, it was just a small business... Someone asked?"

The boss's face froze and he smiled hard:

"What did the guest say? If someone asks me, of course I don't know anything."

"No need to do this. If someone asks me later, you just say it."
To be continued...