The next day, Old Man Qi got up early, changed Fang Yang into cleaner clothes, and led Fang Yang to the city.

Fengcheng has two magnificent main streets, horizontal and vertical, running across the city walls.

The shops on both sides of the street are all the property of wealthy families, many of which are white doors, restaurants, teahouses, inns, and martial arts halls, which are very lively.

As long as it is a white fan door industry, there will be a tiny white fan logo under the sign.

The south of Fengcheng is the city lord's mansion. Some gentry, local tyrants, and big businessmen also like to live in this area.

The east of the city is the hall of Baisanmen and some other powerful and small gangs in the Jianghu.

Other urban areas mainly live in workshops and ordinary residents.

Laborers like Old Man Qi, who have a low status, can only live in shanty towns outside the city.

However, although outside the city, it was next to the barracks, so it was not invaded by bandits.

Early in the morning, the fish belly in the sky turned white and residents came out of their homes.

The shouts of doing business gradually sounded, and Dafeng City also became lively.

Fang Yang followed Old Man Qi all the way to the east of the city.

I saw that the white door was like a giant official residence, which was even more luxurious than the storefront of the city lord's mansion.

A young swordsman in a blue shirt standing at the vermilion gate.

These people crossed their hands on their chests and looked at the people coming and going on the streets with a proud look on their faces.

Because Baisanmen is the most powerful family in Dafeng City, and because of the respectful status of the Qinglong Gang in the entire Fanzhou, the arrogance on their faces is a little higher than that of the janitors of other small gangs.

A lot of carriages have gathered here.

There were eleven or two-year-old children in the car.

Many of them are wealthy families such as officials and merchants.

It seems that many people are coming to the name of Baisanmen, hoping to make a name for themselves and shine on their own.

Just when we were about to reach Baisanmen, Fang Yang suddenly saw a group of people surrounding the Baisanmen gate.

Fang Yang felt nervous, as if he had been stabbed with a needle.

Suddenly, his sweat couldn't help but emerge, and his back was quickly wet.

Fang Yang's performance shocked Mr. Qi and did not understand the reason for this for a while.

At this moment, a burly officer came towards him, and the most conspicuous thing about him was the long scar on his face.

Needless to say, he was the cavalry leader who killed Fang Yang and his party outside Dafeng City and exchanged his head for silver.

Although Fang Yang's mentality is far beyond that of a child of his age, he was young after all. When he saw this murderous demon again, the fear in his heart surged in his heart.

Seeing that the child had some strange reactions, the officer was attracted and walked over slowly.

"Where did the kid come from? Tell me, did you do something?" The officer rushed over with a domineering attitude.

"I~~I~~" Fang Yang was confused by this sudden change. Faced with this murderous demon, Fang Yang would also feel fear in his heart.

"Zhou Junye, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding... I kowtowed to you."

Seeing this, Old Man Qi next to Fang Yang could not guess that the military master must have been the mastermind of the massacre that day.

Fortunately, although Old Man Qi is a mountain man, he has been in the city for several years and has become accustomed to the faces of the city man. At the same time, he has become much more slippery, far from comparable to ordinary mountain man.

Old man Qi immediately pulled Fang Yang and knelt down.

This scar is called Zhou Jiao. He was originally a hooligan in the city. After learning some kung fu, he became even more cruel and domineering.

Later, he joined the city guarding army and became the cavalry leader, and even more murderous. The common people were afraid of him.

"Haha, it turns out that it is Old Man Qi who poured the manure. Haha, why did he come to the east of the city today? You must know that this place is where noble people live. Your stench is probably going to get others."

When he heard Dao Scar, who was surnamed Zhou, said this, the people who had been around to watch the fun suddenly pinched their noses and retreated.

"Zhou Junye, today the old man brought his nephews to try his luck. I can see if he can be a servant in Baisanmen and subsidize his family income. I didn't expect that when Junye saw his official power so powerful, he was shocked."

Old man Qi beat him smoothly.

Although Old Man Qi's words were a little abrupt, he also put a high hat on Scar, which also made Zhou Jiao relieve his doubts.

"Hahaha, the child who carries the feces wants to be a servant in Baisanmen, which is so funny."

Zhou Jiao grinned hoarsely, pulling the scar on his face even more manic, like a sudden canal on the ridge of the field, making people feel disgusting.

"It's just... a man who carries manure and wants to come to Baisanmen to be a disciple..."

"Get away quickly~~~~The cheap one!"

There are many rich children from Baisanmen who want to enter Baisanmen.

Of course, they looked down on Fang Yang, who was born in a manure-carrying family, and started to cheer and scold.

At this time, another tall carriage rushed over, and it was the father and son named Qian who almost ran into Fang Yang at the city gate a few days ago.

"Haha, dad, it's the old dung beetle and the little dung beetle last time!"

The fat Qian Bao laughed and said, "Last time I wanted to dig his eyes, but it was too smelly and made me forget about it. Today I can't let this little dung beetle go, Dad, I'm going to dig his eyes this time~~~"

Qian Bao showed a fierce and tragic expression on his face.
Chapter completed!