Chapter 203 Wild Ways

Feng Qingquan was sitting in the carriage, preparing to leave the city for the next city in Yangzhou.

His goal is to go all the way south, then take a boat from Nanhai Haishi to the north, and finally return to the north of Yizhou, among the shemale family.

This trip to the rivers and lakes is considered complete.

In a blink of an eye, I have been wandering around the world for several years.

As for why he didn't return to Yizhou from the interior, it was because his carriage was too popular in Yizhou.

What about the legend of "carriage in the sky under the moonlight"? It's outrageous that he could still hear the legend of himself in Yizhou when he arrived in Yangzhou.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and he heard the noise in front of him, so he stuck his head out and saw a dozen people arguing in front of a small building.

"Why! Why did your family's ancestral home be confiscated? Why did you do it!"

"Yes! When we came back from escaping, our home was gone!"

"Our Liu family's hundreds of years of foundation in Jicheng is just gone!"

There was a man in blue and white clothes in front of the small building. He looked at them indifferently and said, "The land in Jicheng and even Yangzhou belongs to the Jianghu Reform Committee. Don't push me yet. Each of your families has a debt hanging with us. on the committee.”

"What account?" someone asked.

"It's what you guys did in the past in Jicheng." The man in blue and white clothes said calmly: "You don't think that after a few years, no one will remember what you did before, right? Take it away!"

With a wave of his hand, a dozen people wearing the same clothes as him came out and took them away regardless of their resistance.

After taking these people away, there was only the sound of talking on the street.

"Master Ma, these people are so overbearing!" Feng Qingquan and others were almost separated, and he sat in the driving seat of the carriage and said.

Isn't that right? If you occupy someone else's house, you still have to settle an account with them.

Isn’t this knocking on the bones and sucking out the marrow?

"It's true! That's not the case in the world. Whoever has a big fist is justified!" Shouma shook his head and said: "Don't do any more chivalry. There are many real warriors in Jicheng! Grandpa may not necessarily protect you. ah!"

"I know! Master Ma." Feng Qingquan said.

"Hey! No wonder people always say it's Yangzhou's fault, Yangzhou's fault. Yangzhou is indeed weird. There are too many real warriors here." Shouma said.

"Indeed! In other places, there is only one real warrior in a city, and there are only two more." Feng Qingquan traveled to Jiuzhou and naturally understood that real warriors are not cabbage and can be found everywhere.

But there are too many real warriors in Jicheng. He only has Qi Sea cultivation and cannot feel real warriors, but the great demon Ma Ye can feel that real warriors often fly to Jicheng. .

Three? Five?

Who knows?

"But the wine in Jicheng is good! As expected of you, you bought a box for Grandpa and me to drink on the road!" Shouma said with a snort.

A real box, packed in a tin box.

"Ji Cheng is really weird, he actually thought of using iron to make a wine box, and it's still round!" Feng Qingquan looked back and saw an iron drum inside the carriage, and wondered: "Shouldn't it be square?"

"Who knows!"

The two of them were chatting intermittently when they suddenly saw a man in front of them stopping them, holding a dung bag in his hand.

"Hey~stop~" the man waved.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingquan thought he was hitching a ride, so he stopped.

"Hey, little brother! My surname is Cao. I'm glad to meet you!" the man said with cupped hands.

"Brother Cao, nice to meet you!" Feng Qingquan also said with a cupped hand.

"Little brother, this is your first time coming to Yangzhou." Brother Cao said.

"Huh?" Feng Qingquan didn't understand what Brother Cao meant, so he said, "Brother Cao, please tell me what you have to say."

"Ahem... little brother, horses, donkeys, and camels pulling carts in Yangzhou are not allowed to defecate anywhere. They need a dung bag." Brother Cao raised the dung bag in his hand and said: "We are destined to join the world, so why don't we accept my little brother? Two hundred coins!"

"..."

Feng Qingquan didn't know what his expression was.

You stopped me just to sell me a shit bag.

The dung bag is hung on the horse's buttocks to prevent the horse's dung from falling to the ground.

Horses eat a lot, so they naturally poop a lot. Especially when they are running, they poop a lot. It is very normal.

Therefore, the grooms who pull carts are usually servants. Because when driving, you are facing the horse's butt.

But the thin horse is a big monster, so naturally it will not run around and poop like an ordinary animal.

Especially thin horses like to drink wine and eat meat, and don't eat much grass.

"Little brother, my dung bag is made of fine steel hoops, woven with fine grass, and is durable. Two hundred coins will definitely be worth it! If your horse urinates everywhere and is seen by the commander, the fine will be more than two hundred cents. A hundred articles!" Brother Cao said repeatedly when he saw Feng Qingquan thinking deeply.

Feng Qingquan glanced at the dung bag. Under a circle of curved iron hoops, a bag was woven. As long as the iron hoop is tied to the carriage and the bag is pointed at the horse's buttocks, the horse dung will fall into the dung bag.

Simple, practical, and not expensive!

But he doesn’t need it!

But he became playful and said to the thin horse: "Master Ma, can I give you one?"

"Fuck me!" Shouma's curse exploded in Feng Qingquan's mind.

This thing is like an adult's diaper. Let him be a big monster to carry this?

Isn’t that ridiculous?

"Little brother, why don't you come...?" Brother Cao didn't hear Shouma's words, he looked at Feng Qingquan and said.

"Well...it seems..." Feng Qingquan said pretentiously.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Shouma turning back to him in a flexible posture and taking a bite!

If he had taken this bite, his arm would probably be gone!

"Ouch! Little brother, your horse is crazy!" Brother Cao was also startled by the thin horse's fierce appearance.

He looked at the horse with its mane crooked, its thin ribs visible, and its black and red hair dirty. He never imagined that the horse would suddenly bite its owner.

"Master Ma! Master Ma! I'm joking!" Feng Qingquan begged for mercy again and again: "I'll clean up your car, I'll clean up your car!"

"Wax! Wax!"

Brother Cao saw this little brother suddenly begging the horse for mercy. He felt that there was something wrong with this man, or that the horse was so spiritual that he could understand human speech.

At first he thought the deal was hopeless, but suddenly he heard the word "waxing" and his eyes lit up.

After finally calming down the thin horse, Feng Qingquan said apologetically to Brother Cao: "I'm sorry, Brother Cao, we don't need a dung bag."

Then, he saw Brother Cao take out a large box of car wax from his arms, and heard Brother Cao say: "Little brother, I not only sell dung bags, I also sell car wax! This is the genuine Jicheng Wax Factory Goods, guaranteed to be genuine!”

"..."

Car wax is so expensive, why would you buy such a big box?

Just now, a bag of dung was only 200 yuan. How many dung bags does such a big box of car wax cost?

Feng Qingquan felt that the people in Jicheng were so wild!