On the eleventh day after leaving the Dong village, Chen Chong finally brought A Ke to Kunming City.

The atmosphere in Kunming was still normal at this time. Even when Wu Sangui was preparing to rebel, he did not become treacherous and all the plants and trees were in trouble.

Judging from the guards at the city gate, the inspection efforts are far from reaching the level of martial law.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that there are shadows flashing across the tall city wall from time to time.

These people are light and strong in shape, smart in movements, and quietly walk. You can tell that they are the elite among the elite without looking at them.

It is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. It seems that the day when Wu Sangui takes action should not be far away.

Of course, the capital of a province and the key to military and political affairs is that no matter how loose the city gate is, it will not be so loose that it will be so easy to enter and exit casually.

The soldiers at the gate are old and slick, but they also have a pair of years of age. If you really have suspicious behavior, you will definitely be taken to the black prison for questioning.

Chen Chong was not worried about this. When he set off, he changed his clothes with A Ke.

The two were wearing coarse cloth clothes and dressed as a mountain Dong people. Their feet were wrapped tightly with razor-breasted straw, and no one could tell that they were wearing cotton shoes.

They were wearing pretty well, but during the ten days of crossing mountains and rivers, their clothes that were originally patched turned into tattered beggar's outfits.

Chen Chong is already thin, and with his brilliant internal skills, he dresses very thinly.

The dusty look on his face and his body-exposed clothes look like the poor people in the mountains.

A Ke was unwilling to show her flesh, and Chen Chong didn't force her. She put a few more clothes on her clothes, making her figure more bloated, and then applied some ginger on her face, making her complexion look sallow, which made people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

Sure enough, the two of them had their faces mixed with dust and sweat, which did not attract the attention of the city gate guards at all.

The guards checked casually and saw that Chen Chong and A Ke were carrying Chai He. After extorting more than a dozen copper coins, they quickly put the two into the city.

After entering the city, the two did not speak.

I walked around the crowd until I encountered a secluded alley and started communicating.

After rushing for more than ten days in a row, A Ke didn't even complain. She put down Chaihe and asked in a low voice, "Brother Chong, where are we going now?"

Chen Chong turned his head in response, and saw that her eyes were very bright and she had a little expectation on her face, which was very different from the past.

But it's normal. After all, Chen Chong promised to come to Kunming just to help her find her parents.

I am about to meet my parents who have been separated for more than ten years. It is understandable that I am a little excited.

Unfortunately, A Ke's question stumped Chen Chong.

Whether in his past or present life, Chen Chong had never lived this place in Kunming, and now he was completely disgusted. He vaguely remembered that A Ke's mother was near Kunming City, and even remembered that Chen Yuanyuan became a monk in a temple.

But there are many temples here, and even if you can check them everywhere, it is not that easy after all. If you want to find someone, you have nowhere to start.

But there was no way. Before he parted with Long'er, he took the Shenlong Order of the Shenlong Sect and asked about the hidden stakes of the Shenlong Sect in Kunming.

As long as the people of the Shenlong Sect have not betrayed and have not been destroyed, they will definitely be able to borrow some strength.

Even if all the people from the Shenlong Sect were killed by Wu Sangui, the impact was not great.

Before leaving from Fuzhou, Chen Chong asked Chen Jinnan for the joint point of the Tiandihui in Kunming.

The undercover agent of the Tiandihui is a tough character who can even enter the palace. The only King Pingxi is afraid that he will not be able to do anything.

I believe that as long as you can find the joint point, it will be more convenient whether it is to find Jiusan or Chen Yuanyuan to become a monk.

However, Chen Chong was not 100% sure about this matter, after all, they were two living people.

Chen Yuanyuan is a little better, after all, she is becoming a monk and cannot run around like a rabbit.

It’s hard to say that the Nine Difficulties are hard to say. She really wants to kill Wu Sangui, and it is impossible for her to remain motionless.

And there is another point that in this time and space, the world will indeed be omnipresent.

But if you want to follow a master like Jiunan and a master of light skills, I am afraid that I still have no strength to catch it.

Although there were many difficulties, Chen Chong did not feel depressed because of this. Instead, he showed that Zhizhu was in control.

A Ke is not old and has average pressure resistance, so don’t hit her anymore.

The man pondered for a moment and then made a decision - to sell the firewood first.

The girl couldn't understand his proposal: "Brother Chen, aren't you good at chaotic things? Just take away the firewood directly? Why do we still have to sell firewood? Is it related to any important plan?"

Chen Chong said seriously: "First of all, it is more conspicuous to find someone with firewood on his back. And when he entered the city, didn't the guards collect more than a dozen copper coins? We have to find a way to make it back!"

A Ke seemed very shocked at his magical thoughts - you have given Long'er a large box of golden beans, but still cared about these dozens of copper plates?

Seeing A Ke's expression as if he had seen a ghost, Chen Chong knew what she was thinking.

He immediately said, "Well, it doesn't matter whether money or not, the key is to experience life."

"All right!"

A Ke sighed and had to agree: "Whatever you say is what I listen to you."

Immediately, the two of them got up and carried the firewood and continued to wander around Kunming City.

In this year, cooking is still the same as cooking in the fire, except for coal and firewood, at most charcoal is .

Charcoal is the highest price and coal is difficult to mine, so the people in the city mostly use firewood.

Kunming City has a large population, rich, poor and humble. Although poor people go out to the city to cut woodcuts, it is impossible for every household to collect woodcuts themselves. Therefore, there are many people who buy woodcuts in the city.

Chen Chong is obsessive-compulsive. He prepared the firewood for the two. Not only did they clean up very carefully, but they were also tied up very properly, which looked very smooth.

Along the way, people kept stopping the two of them, trying to buy the two firewood, but he refused them all because of his customers.

Seeing this, A Ke understood in his heart.

Although Chen Chong wanted to sell firewood, he did not really want to exchange for money. He probably had some profound meanings that he didn't understand.

The two of them refused and asked all the way, and finally stopped at a street intersection in the west of the city.

This street is called Huoshi Street, which specializes in selling charcoal, charcoal, hay, coal cakes, tincture oil, candles, etc. It is probably a combustible material distribution center.

“It’s here.”

Chen Chong nodded, winked A Ke, and then walked towards the streets and alleys.

A Ke coughed gently and asked in a tight voice: "Brother Chen, which one should we sell to?"

The man's eyes were squirting around, and suddenly his eyes were fixed: "I found it, Zhu Ji Minghuo Shop, let's sell it to this store!"

Zhu Ji?

A Ke's heart moved, as if he had thought of something, and followed the man quietly and walked into the shop.

The sky is bright and the sun is slightly drunk.

Although it was winter, the setting sun shone through the panel door and the room was not that cold.

For the waiter at Chaihe Shop, when will it take for this time, weather, and location to doze off if you don’t stumble on the fish?

Unexpectedly, after just a while of squinting, someone came in.

The waiter yawned, stretched his waist while rubbing his eyes, and subconsciously shouted in his mouth: "Please be in the guest official, don't you know if you are buying lamp oil or candles?"

Although he didn't see clearly, he didn't think the customer was here to buy firewood, nor did he think he was a woodcutter selling firewood.

As we all know, people who buy firewood generally do not come in the afternoon, and even if they buy it, it will be in the morning or early morning.

There are two reasons. First, there are many woodcutters who come to the city to sell wood in the early morning. As long as you get up early enough, it is easy to catch one and buy some at a low price.

Of course, the price is indeed cheaper, but it is not without its disadvantages.

In this ghost place in Kunming, the dew is heavy in the morning, so the firewood in the morning is heavier than in the afternoon.

Those who sell wood think they have taken advantage of it, but because of this, those who buy wood also take the opportunity to lower the price.

As for buying charcoal, it is even more necessary to buy charcoal in the morning. The water vapor is heavy in the morning, so people who use coal to unload coal will not suffer.

The waiter has been working for many years and is clear about these things. His years of experience tells him that most people who come to the store in the afternoon have insufficient lamp oil at home or need to use candles.

That's why he asked.

However, the shop assistant Erwan didn't expect that he guessed wrongly.

"My second brother, help me weigh, I want to sell firewood!"

I heard a clear voice say, and then the sound of the firewood pile falling to the ground.

Am I dreaming?

The waiter quickly widened his eyes and saw that there were two ragged Dong people standing in the lobby. Only then did he realize that he was right.

Hell, someone else sells firewood in the afternoon?

Do you think the firewood is too heavy and the money you can exchange for?

With deep doubts, he walked out of the counter with his sleeves and his shoulders shrinking.

When they arrived in front of the two, the waiter glanced at the neat and uniform stack of firewood, and felt a sense of mind.

He asked immediately: "You are good at this firewood, how much does it cost per pound?"

There are good coal, pulverized coal, anthracite, and firewood naturally has thorns, shrubs, and the prices are different.

Chen Chong's firewood is relatively even. Even if it is the same pound, it will last longer in the stove, so the price is of course different.
To be continued...