Chapter 185 Falling Stone Well
Juxian Pavilion has a total of six floors. From a distance, it looks like an exquisite tower on the edge of the West Lake, but in fact, each floor is enough to accommodate a family of four Each floor of the house is about two feet high.
Not to mention, with such a large space, it is indeed very convenient to store books.
The first three floors of Juxian Pavilion are all public spaces, with everything from beds and seats to pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Occasionally, some of the big shots in the pavilion want to stay here for a while, and the first three floors are all public spaces. It will be closed, but under normal circumstances it is open to all Juxian Pavilion members.
In addition, everyone in Juxian Pavilion has a free choice of where to stay. People like Hong Laowang, Five Kings and Six, who are already troublesome, simply live in the back garden.
Other fishing monks, priestesses, etc. who are often seen in daily life also live in other places in the government office.
Most of the others, especially those who are working outside, not only live in Yangzhou City, but many even live in other places, and some have not communicated with Yangzhou for several years.
The most mysterious group of people left are those who live on the fifth and sixth floors of Juxian Pavilion all year round.
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The fourth, fifth and sixth floors are where Juxian Pavilion collects books. The fourth floor is relatively open, with books that ordinary members can refer to. It is limited to this level, but even so, it will take more than ten years to read all the books on the fourth level.
As for the fifth and sixth floors, those who can read the books on these two floors must be authorized by Huang Youwan.
Actually, Wang Liu and others found it a bit incredible that Qin Lang could be granted the charter.
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"I know that Brother Qin is a young hero with a bright future and even an unknown background. But even so, compared with other people who have entered the fifth and sixth floors..."
"Brother Six might as well speak up."
"Let's put it this way, I know that Brother Qin is very skilled in martial arts, but almost all the characters on the fifth and sixth floors can kill Brother Qin with just one finger."
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“So no matter how special Brother Qin is, being able to get Master Huang’s permission really surprises us.”
Hearing Wang Liu’s words, Qin Lang also grinned:
“Brother Six, are you envious that I can go to the fifth and sixth floors to read?”
"Well... to be honest, if you don't envy, that's a lie."
Wang Liu smiled, very simple, a middle-aged man smiling like a silly boy.
“But it’s not easy to read books randomly, just like it’s not easy to study martial arts randomly. Sometimes reading books is just like studying martial arts. It’s easy to get carried away, especially some advanced ones. I am now on the fourth level, reading books step by step, and reading books with some choices, and I am actually satisfied.”
I have to say that Wang Liu’s books are not in vain, even though he is a warrior. These words are quite a bit open-minded and courageous as a scholar should be.
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However, there are state-owned laws and regulations, and Juxian Pavilion also has rules.
Even if Qin Lang was authorized by Huang Youwan, it would be impossible for him to just stay here for two days and then go directly to Juxian Pavilion to look for books.
Not even the fourth floor.
Because before that, Qin Lang had to complete a task.
This kind of thing is actually similar to how newcomers show their loyalty to the organization. They are often shady tasks, so when Qin Lang heard the news, his heart sank.
Especially the one who came to tell me was the vampire old Deng Wei Yifeng.
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“Jie Jie Jie…”
Lao Deng made a sinister villain smile that Qin Lang had only seen in books, and ran to Qin Lang in the middle of the night Lang's residence, squatting at the window like a big bat:
"Let's go, Qin Lang, set off now, Mr. Huang said, you want me to handle this matter with you."
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Although Qin Lang hated this old man, for the sake of the big plan and for Beibei, he definitely couldn't let all his previous efforts go to waste because of such personal feelings, so he got up and got dressed immediately.
"Where to go..."
"Beicheng."
"What to do..."
"Kill."
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Qin Lang hasn’t killed anyone for a long time.
Xue Gui, Qingzhou Magistrate Zhou Ning, Blood Knife Sect...
Qin Lang has killed all those who deserve to be killed or need to be killed. This is the first time that he kills for the assignment from someone above. , feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Especially while following Lao Deng all the way over the eaves and over the wall to the destination, Qin Lang asked Lao Deng several times who he was killing, but Lao Deng just smiled and said, "People are just people. " This made Qin Lang feel a little uneasy.
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Swish - step -
Qin Lang and Wei Yifeng were both wearing night clothes and covered with black scarves, flying back and forth like two ink dots In the streets and alleys of Yangzhoufu, the city that never sleeps.
The two of them were as light as swallows. Except for the occasional movement on the walls and bricks, they tried their best to avoid all the candlelight lights along the way. They looked like ghosts, which made Qin Lang have to admire Wei Yifeng again. body method.
Although Lao Deng couldn't beat him head-on, his Qinggong was indeed first-rate. No wonder it was so troublesome to chase him out in the wild boar forest.
"How long?"
"Why are you anxious? We'll be here soon."
Qin Lang discovered that the closer to Beicheng District, the darker the lights in each house. , houses and roads at night, etc., not to mention compared to the center of the city, even compared to the south of the city, they are not at the same level.
Obviously, the north of the city is the "short board" of Yangzhou Prefecture.
The final destination of Qin Lang's trip to the north city was a mound covered by dead trees, which was scattered with rough thatched mud houses, vaguely like the homes of residents, but the environmental conditions were different from those in Yangzhou. Compared with other places in the mansion, Qin Lang can only think of three words [slums].
"Okay, we're here."
"Lao Deng, where is this?"
"This is the falling stone well. Qin Lang, you are new to Yangzhou Mansion and have never heard of it. "It's normal."
"The falling stone well..."
Qin Lang and Wei Yifeng stood together on the eaves corner of a dilapidated temple, looking at the dark shabby houses below. Occasionally they could see a few shaking figures, no matter men, women, old or young, all in ragged clothes, almost as if they were They were no different than beggars. Two or three of them simply found a straw mat on the ground and lay down to sleep.
“Who are these people?”
“They are untouchables.”
“Untouchables?”
“They are just miscellaneous people, what kind of prostitutes and slaves? , fugitives whose households have been closed, abandoned babies and orphans, and some are simply too poor, so they can only end up in this place.”
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Qin Lang was silent, Lao Deng turned around and smiled sinisterly:
"What? Do you have compassion?"
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< br>Qin Lang did not answer, but continued to ask:
"What's the reason?"
"The reason?"
"Yangzhou Prefecture can be said to be the largest city in Zhou Dynasty after the capital. Why do these people still appear?"
"These People? What’s wrong with these people? Aren’t they alive and well?”
Lao Deng pointed to some large tanks visible below:
"The rice and noodles in these tanks are all given out for free by Mr. Huang. No one dares to deduct them. It is just enough for these people to live... Of course, they can find their own way to get clothes, houses, etc. If there is not enough for housing or clothing, every year It’s enough to freeze a batch to death in winter.”
Lao Deng finished speaking casually and said a little impatiently:
“In short, our task today is to kill the two people who fell into Shijing. You know where they are, just finish the work with me."
"Why?"
"Tsk, why do you have so many?"
Lao Deng glared at Qin Lang, but Qin Lang glared back at him. Only then did Lao Deng remember that the other party was the person who almost killed him twice. He subconsciously shrank his neck and said depressedly:
" Qin Shaoxia, you don’t know something. During the time when Mr. Huang went to the capital for a banquet, two people in Luoshijing had been preparing a petition in the capital. It just happened that during the day, a written appeal was discovered by Mr. Huang’s eyes and ears. We will be called tonight. Come and deal with it."
Lao Deng said, taking out a piece of white cloth from his arms and handing it to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang frowned when he looked at the bloody words on it, until Lao Deng sneered:
"Don't make a fuss, I've tasted it, it's rat blood, this Helping others deliberately pretend to be a ghost.”
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Okay, that's okay.
Qin Lang read the content directly, and basically denounced things like "Huang Youwan is a dog official", "The wine and meat of the Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones in the falling stone well". The hundreds of untouchables who fell into the falling stone well were deeply affected by it. The government and merchants persecuted and exploited them.
These contents did not exceed Qin Lang's expectations, but only the following few short sentences really surprised Qin Lang.
"It said that this Luoshijing... used to be called Luoshi Village? Did Huang Youwan come from this village?"
"That's right."
Lao Deng started his "Jiejie" weird smile again:
"It is precisely because Mr. Huang was born in this Luoshijing, so he knows very well that this Luoshijing The people of Ishii deserve to live like this... Not to mention just killing two people today, in fact, if he hadn't killed all these hundreds of untouchables, Mr. Huang would have been a great official. "
The recent transition of the plot, please bear with it, there will be a blood within the month.
(End of this chapter)