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Chapter 8 Kunlun Slave Still

Just after Kong Qing finished counting the fortunes of Yang Mudan and the little girl she brought, Yang Hong, the housekeeper of Yang's mansion, brought several servants and a carriage to pick Yang Mudan back home.

When Yang Mudan left, she looked at Kong Qing, her eyes moved, as if they were about to drip water, if Kong Qing was not a decent person, she might have lost her composure on the spot!

A handsome and handsome boy will always bear a lot of pressure!

In addition to Yang Mudan, housekeeper Yang Hong and the others also took away the bound and sturdy steward Wang Ergouzi.

For some reason, Wang Er Gouzi, who was brought into the car, had a ruddy complexion, and his cheeks seemed to have gotten fatter, but his eyes were dull, and he was still muttering.

"That's right, I am the God of Decline, I am the God of Decline..."

Kong Qing is completely unclear about what happened to Wang Ergouzi during this period of time. He doesn't know at all. Point of merit!
Kong Qing bluffed and cheated for a long time, and even hinted at the other party's murder, so he only got some merit points from Wang Ergou, but these bald... monks actually killed Wang Ergou in such a short period of time. A bastard like Ergou persuaded him sincerely to repent several times.

I have to say that monks are really professional in persuading people to be kind!
However, as the saying goes, misfortunes come with blessings, after experiencing this farce, the business of Kong Qing's hexagram booth became prosperous all of a sudden.

"This little daoist, please give me a divination to see her future..."

Bang!
The money has always been smashed up.

"Your nobleman's purple air is evident, his Yintang is ruddy, signs of prosperity have appeared, and he will be transferred to a higher level in the near future, but the day and the middle of the day are at a loss. We need to guard against villains. According to what I see, the nobleman might as well be like this..."

"Thank you for the little Taoist chief, I almost forgot the trick at a certain time!"

Bang!
Another consistent money.

Boss atmosphere! (Breaking sound)

Although it is true that consistent money is not a small number, there seem to be more local tyrants who are not short of money in Chang'an City. When Kong Qing was about to close his stall, he actually collected more than 30 consistent Guajin!

And it's only the first day...

And the Sakyamuni Buddha Christmas Ceremony in Zhuangyan Temple will take a full fifteen days. Kong Qing feels that by the end of this Ceremony, he can get at least [-] to [-] guan!

At the thought of being able to earn so much small money, Kong Qing felt a burst of relief.

Zhuangyan Temple really deserves to be a famous temple in Chang'an, but the people are stupid and rich, much better than Xingshan Temple!

So in order to reward himself, Kong Qing closed the stall early in the afternoon, put together the banners hanging on the wall of the roadside workshop, the tablecloths spread on the table, and the two mats, and stuffed them into the stalls he made himself. In a small cart that can be used as a table, I dragged it to the gate of a house in Guiyifang.

Although this hexagram booth can be dragged away, Kong Qing himself still needs to stay in Zhuangyan Temple, a place of geomantic omen, for another ten days. It would be too tiring if he had to be dragged here every day from Qingdu temple...

Fortunately, with the help of a friend he knew, Kong Qing found a kind person who lived in Guiyifang, who could let him leave the hexagram stall and the money at his home after closing the stall, which solved the problem.

But when Kong Qing met this kind-hearted man for the first time, he was really taken aback.

It's not because the other party looks scary. In fact, the other party looks simple and honest. Although he has curly short hair that is completely different from the current Tang people, he looks like an honest person.

What surprised Kong Qing was that except for the whites of his eyes and teeth, the rest of his body was as dark as ink.

That's right, his skin color is the kind of black that can be invisible as long as you close your eyes at night...

Although Kong knew early on that there were some black people who settled in the Tang Dynasty during the Tang Dynasty, he always thought that those people were native monkeys from Southeast Asia, and the one in front of him was definitely from Africa in terms of its skin color!

"The old slave is from Kunlun, named Moli!"

When they met for the first time, the black man spoke politely in Datang Mandarin, which was almost as fluent as Kong Qing.

"Miss Li has already shared everything with this old slave about your husband's affairs. Sir, please rest assured that if you leave your belongings with this old slave, even if you do nothing, you won't be able to lose a single cent!"

I have to say, watching this black man speak fluent Tang Mandarin, Kong Qing only felt that his face was disobedient.

Sure enough, black people are better suited to Maze Fac...

Just when Kong Qing dragged his car to the gate of the small courtyard where Kunlun Numoli lived, he happened to see Kunlun Numoli sitting under a tree in the courtyard, holding a thick stone pestle in front of him. It was grinding vigorously in the stone mortar, and there was a creaking sound.

After seeing Kong Qing dragging the cart, Mo Li immediately put down the stone pestle in his hand, clapped his hands and greeted him.

"Why did Lang Jun come so early? Didn't it be agreed that the old slave would go to the gate of Zhuangyan Temple to clean up for Lang Jun?"

That's right, this old black...Kunlun slave did tell Kong Qing that, but as far as Kong Qing himself is concerned, the other party is not only willing to help him keep his hexagram stand, but also doesn't charge a penny for the storage fee, so Kong Qing Qing is really embarrassed to ask others to help close the stall.

Anyway, with his handsome face, even if he is dragging a small cart, he still looks like a fairy!
"It's the first time we meet, it's not good for me to work so hard..."

Kong Qing raised his hand, slapped Mo Li lightly, and then took out some cooked meat from the small cart he had dragged, and handed it over.

"A little thing, right to thank you!"

"Lang Jun is too polite..."

Although Kunlun Numoli refused Kong Qing's storage fee, he did not refuse the gift from Kong Qing, and accepted it very happily, and even stretched out his hand to let Kong Qing into the room.

"The old slave recently got a cup of old-fashioned pine wine. If you don't give up, how about having a few drinks with your husband?"

Kong Qing blinked, looking at the well-mannered old black in front of him, feeling a little out of place.

Black people should still fight against a dual-card radio, and then shake their heads there to make people feel more friendly.

"Thanks to the wrong love, but Pindao still has some homework to do tonight, I really can't delay..."

After several refusals, Kong Qing left the house of this overly enthusiastic old black...Kunlun Nu.Just when he walked out of the gate of Guiyifang with ease, he didn't realize that there were two bald figures watching him quietly from a distance.

"Brother, didn't you say that this little Taoist priest has at least 20 guns on him?"

A bald man in his twenties, wearing a monk's robe, looked at Kong Qing's figure with fluttering sleeves and asked suspiciously. "No matter how he looks like, he doesn't have that much money, does he?"

"Then he must have left the money in this house..."

A burly bald man looked at Kong Qing's back and touched his chin with his hand. "This little Taoist must be worried about what will happen when he returns with so much money..."

"Then what should we do now?" the young bald man asked again.

"What are you afraid of? You can escape Taoist priests but you can't escape money..."

The burly bald head sneered.

"It's too bright now, so it's not easy to use it. How about this, you stay here in the house and watch, I'll go back and call a few more senior brothers, and we'll go to the house to make a fortune together at night..."

Kong Qing, who had already left, had no idea that he was being targeted after he came to Zhuangyan Temple to earn money for a day. At this time, he was walking on the streets of Chang'an in a good mood.

The Chang’an City in the Tang Dynasty was not the Chang’an City in the Han Dynasty. In fact, in the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Wen Yang Jian’s Chang’an City in the Han Dynasty was too small, the water quality was salty, the layout of the city was messy, and it was not as magnificent as the capital city. A new city was rebuilt in the southeast of Longshouyuan, called Daxing City.

The newly rebuilt new city is square and symmetrical, intersecting vertically and horizontally. It is divided into [-] squares in the Guocheng outside the palace city and the imperial city. Among them, the thirteen squares arranged in the north and south outside the imperial city imply the thirteen states, and also imply The ten squares in the east and west symbolize the ten roads in the whole country; the four squares in the east and south of the imperial city symbolize the four seasons of the year;

Even for the convenience of water supply, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty excavated three aqueducts in Daxing City, Longshou, Qingming, and Yong'an, and introduced the running water near Chang'an into Chang'an City.

Looking at it from Kong Qing's current angle, the entire Chang'an City is scattered in heights and magnificent!

Now because it is still in the early Tang Dynasty, for the sake of safety, the walls between the various workshops still exist. Every night when the curfew comes, the gates of each workshop will be closed.

And after a few decades, the walls of these square cities will exist in name only.

As the so-called Chang'an Twelfth Street, the high and noble doors opened... First, some high-ranking officials of the third rank or above broke down the wall of the square and opened a side door for their own mansions for convenience, and then the rest of the wealthy families in the square followed suit. Fang Qiang came to open a side door for himself, creating a prosperous scene of returning to Jiadi Gong's imperial residence, Zhumen E'e facing Jiuqu.

Even at that time, some houses facing the street after the square walls were demolished also had shops on the street, which also allowed commercial and trade activities to not be limited to the eastern and western cities, but spread throughout Chang'an.

But these are things for the future, at least the square walls are still there, Kong Qing still has to go to the West Market to buy things honestly!

Kong Qing walked along the street next to Yong'an Canal in the direction of the West Market, looking at both sides of the river, he just found it pleasing to the eye.

The buildings in the square city on both sides of the bank are patchwork. Occasionally, towering cornices, trees protruding from the wall, and swing ropes hanging from the branches can be seen from behind the square wall.

Along with the sound of the wind, it seems that some laughter like silver bells can be heard!

And in the West Market, there is another scene. There are many shops and heavy traffic. The passing people wear all kinds of clothes, including Hanfu with long sleeves, pointed beard hats and Hufu, and people with clothes. The veiled hat, the exquisite beauty...

Inclusive, open to all rivers!
Because Chang'an West Market was clearly divided at the beginning of its construction. According to the different items sold by merchants, it was divided into nine parts. Silk and silk, silk, dyeing, etc. are all together...

So although there are many people, it doesn't look messy at all!

After Kong Qing wandered around the West Market, he came to the door of a restaurant that smelled of fragrance. On the lintel of the door, a hood was swinging in the wind, and a large black character, Zhao, could be vaguely seen.

On the side of the restaurant, there is a built-in stove, red and yellow boiling oil is splashed in the pot, and there are rolls of fried golden meat rolls stacked beside the pot.A plump, good-looking lady was wearing an apron, her sleeves were rolled up, and she skillfully used a pair of long chopsticks to stir a few meat rolls that hadn't been fried in the oil pan.

"Miss Zhao family, here are five wrong gold scrolls." Kong Qing, who had made a lot of money today, shouted with pride.

I, Gao Dao Kong Qing, am not short of money today!
(End of this chapter)