"Environmental sanitation policy?" the scholar who asked the question asked in surprise.
The vendor boy showed contempt: "I didn't know this, but I thought you were a scholar just by looking at your dress."
The scholar suddenly felt extremely embarrassed: "Please give me some advice."
There was not much business in the morning, and the younger brother was bored, so he explained to the scholars around him: "The environmental sanitation policy is to ensure that our Yanghuafang is clean and tidy. We are not allowed to throw away garbage or dump excrement. Personal hygiene is up to standard. Especially
We sell food. Look."
The little brother stretched out his hand and cut his nails cleanly: "There is no allowed to have any mud between the nails. Every day the urban management will come to inspect them one by one. Those who do not meet the standards will be fined!"
"How much is the fine?" one person asked.
The little brother sighed: "One penny."
"Only a penny." The man laughed.
The little brother sneered: "A penny is not money! As long as you don't meet the standards, you will be fined. Who the hell can bear it!"
"That's true."
The younger brother said: "So, with the implementation of the environmental sanitation policy, our Yanghuafang must be the cleanest and tidiest place in the entire imperial capital besides the palace!"
"I see, this is a good thing. I didn't expect Master Fang to pay so much attention to environmental sanitation. I couldn't stand the sight of feces and urine everywhere on the street. Especially on rainy days, the whole street smells terrible.
"
"Yes, yes, finally someone has come forward to take care of this matter. Master Fang can do it!"
Although he hasn't met Fang Chen yet, many scholars have a good impression of him.
Just then, a group of people wearing red armbands suddenly ran over from a distance, as if they were chasing someone.
The person they were chasing had a panicked look on their face. Before they could even speak to the stall, they were kicked down by the person behind them.
"Fuck! Dogs don't have a long memory. Drag me down and give you a good beating!"
After knocking the person down, the city guard was panting and holding down the person he kicked. He was obviously very tired.
The man who was pinned to the ground quickly shouted: "I don't dare anymore. Please let me go, Fourth Brother!"
"Fuck, your dog said you didn't dare to do it the day before yesterday. Take it away and teach me a lesson!"
The urban management officer behind him rushed up and carried the person away, scaring the group of scholars so hard that they did not dare to breathe.
After the people had gone far away, someone asked the little brother: "Who are they? How dare they hit people in the street!"
The younger brother cracked the melon seeds, piled the skins on the table, and said casually: "Who else can be the urban management? They are the urban management of the fourth team, and the leader is called Zhao Si'er."
"He used to be a local gangster in our city who was a famous habitual thief. He would molest little girls all day long, or steal money. Those people behind him used to be thieves in our city."
"Fuck! Didn't this urban management officer say he was from the Military and Horse Department? How could he be a group of ruffians! Thieves and thieves!" a scholar said angrily.
The younger brother chuckled and said, "Absolutely. Without them as urban management, how would we be able to catch other thieves in this city?"
The scholars were confused: "What do you mean?"
The younger brother smiled and explained: "The man who was pushed down by them just now is called Er Mazi. He is also a habitual thief. He idles around all day long and steals people's money bags whenever he goes out on the street. Zhao Si and other urban management officials are responsible for catching them."
"That Er Mazi must have been caught stealing money by Zhao Si'er today. That is to say, Zhao Si'er and the others, who were talented thieves in the past, caught them together. Otherwise, Wang Mazi's three-handed
Who can capture this skill?"
Use a thief to catch a thief?
The scholars around were shocked, and one person said blankly: "Is this what Master Fang wants to pay attention to?"
"OK."
The little brother nodded, and just as he was about to explain, another group of urban management officers rushed out from the street on the left, chasing a white cat with a net in their hands.
The leader was a muscular man with a scar on his face, giving orders while chasing.
"Niudan, you flank me from the left!"
"Li Gou, you rush up from the right, pay attention to your tactical moves!"
"Hey, be gentle, don't hurt it!"
After a lot of trouble, the scarred man, with more than a dozen people chasing him, finally caught the white cat.
He held up the back of his neck, with a doting smile on his face that looked a little out of place with the ferocious scars on his face, and murmured: "Ancestor, I finally caught you, please don't run away in the future, mother.
You've tormented me five times in the past ten days."
As he spoke, he put the white cat into his arms and hugged it away as if coaxing his ancestors.
"He again?"
Vendor Brother: "Liu Laoba, who spent ten years in jail for a street fight and was stabbed in the face, is also a famous gangster in our city. Now he is the captain of the Third Urban Management Team."
"Why are they catching the cat?"
Vendor Brother: "Oh, their teams 3, 6 and 9 are specifically responsible for the needs of the lonely elderly people in the city. The white cat was raised by Grandma Zhang in the alley. The old man gave up the white cat when his son died early.
As a relative, this cat runs around all day long."
"Every time he runs away, Grandma Zhang will ask Liu Laoba to lead someone to arrest him. Didn't you all hear that he has been arrested five times this month?"
"What the hell are the needs of lonely elderly people?" A scholar felt that his brain was a little insufficient.
The street vendor said: "This is the orphaned old man who has no children and is responsible for our market. He takes care of their daily life, such as helping to buy groceries and so on."
Scholars, look at me and I look at you, is this world crazy? Do ruffians take care of the daily life of the lonely elderly?
Just as he was confused, the vendor boy suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, Third Master, have you finished taking out the shit?"
The scholars followed his line of sight and saw a man pulling seven or eight cars with dozens of people.
Xiao San, the former overlord of Yanghuafang, looked over and cursed angrily: "Fuck, you are such a bastard. Believe it or not, Mr. San, I will tear your mouth to pieces! I have said it several times. I am a gold juice business, and it is organized."
!Not a poop scooper!"
The vendor boy laughed loudly, and when Xiao San and his group walked away, a scholar asked: "Who is that person?"
"Master Xiao, the biggest gangster in our Yanghuafang! A bully! He has two to three hundred good people in charge of him. He runs all the gambling houses and other places in our city!" said the street vendor.
Some people were surprised, with disbelief on their faces, "Then you still dare to say that he is a excrement collector!"
"He is originally a poop collector. Mr. Fang has set up some kind of gold juice business, asking him to lead people to collect poop from people's toilets. He is paid one penny a month. Every day before dawn, the third master leads people to collect poop from house to house.
The shit is gone."
"This is such a fucking gangster!"
All the scholars are dumbfounded! The former thieves are now responsible for catching thieves, and the street fighting gangsters take care of the lonely elderly people.
A bully who is in charge of 200 to 300 people in a city now goes to collect excrement from house to house. Are you telling me that these people were once ruffians who preyed on the common people in the countryside?