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"You take Bufei and Ningyuan," I said. "Walk along Hu Jingtian's route with Thirteen, take a good look, and find a place to practice."
"Yes!" Mou Xiaoning replied.
"Liu Liu," I looked at Liu Liu.
"Here!" Liu Liu responded.
"Come with me," I said.
"Yes!" Liu Liu stood up and followed me out.
We got into the car, and I drove out of the yard.
"Master," Liu Liu asked, "Where are we going?"
"We're going to find a place to practice archery," I answered.
"Archery?" Liu Liu was taken aback.
"That's right," I nodded. "My archery skills aren't very good, so I need to practice."
"Oh!" Liu Liu nodded.
I drove the car straight out of the city and arrived at a piece of wasteland.
Haining, meaning "Peace at Sea," is located in Xiazhu Province and is a place rich in history and culture.
In a world filled with indulgence, countless people come here seeking opportunities, many become wealthy overnight, and many fall into despair.
Gongsun Qing accompanied a slightly plump middle-aged man out of the restaurant.
I glanced at them and turned to leave.
Hu Jingtian, male, 32 years old, is the Deputy Fragrance Master of the Dadaohui Jingjiang Branch, with a bounty of one thousand taels of silver hanging over his head. This is specifically used for bounties by the Secret Intelligence Bureau, known as a "Head Tax Order."
Earlier in the restaurant lobby, I observed him for a long time and noticed a characteristic: he was wiping sweat, constantly wiping.
With a silk handkerchief in his right hand and a towel in his left, he alternated between the two without pause.
I judged that Hu Jingtian has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness issues, indicating that he is under considerable pressure.
I got into a carriage and asked the driver to take me around the nearby alleys.
"Sir, our Xiazhu City has many famous alleys and even more renowned places. Where shall we go now?"
"Forward, just wander around; I want to see the alleys here."
"Sir, you have found the right person. I am a descendant of the Twenty-Route family, raised in this Xiazhu City, and I know it like the back of my hand."
“Twenty-Route?” I asked, a bit confused.
“Sir, Twenty-Route is the intersection of twenty waterways here. You should know that the entire city has thirty-six districts and seventy-two waterways. Our Twenty-Route has been around for quite some time!”
“Oh, then tell me, what are the special features of these alleys?”
The coachman cracked his whip, and with a snap, the carriage began to move slowly forward.
“Sir, the oldest alleys in Xiazhu City have all wooden houses. The residents there are all dung workers and their families.”
“Dung workers?” I thought to myself; this profession is quite unique to Xiazhu.
“Sir, dung workers can earn money, but it’s all hard-earned. They spend all day sifting through dung, making a living through sweat and toil.”
“There must be more lucrative jobs, right?” I thought; where there is labor, there is exploitation, and where there is exploitation, there are bullies.
“Sir, you’re right. Besides dung workers, there are ‘Manure Tyrants’ and ‘Dung Bosses’. These people make the real money. They buy dung from the workers and sell it to farmers for a large profit.”
“Oh, tell me how they make money?” I thought; this truly is an unprecedented profession.
“Sir, a ‘Manure Tyrant’ controls the dung industry in a region. All the dung in that area can only be sold to him, and he sells it exclusively to farmers.”
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