After listening to Song Qing's story, Ximen Qing suddenly felt admiration. A weak woman walked through the tile shops in the city and sang small music. Although she lived in poverty, she never thought of marrying a rich man and living a wealthy life as a concubine. Later, her mother passed away. In order to bury her mother, she was willing to do what she didn't want to do to bury her mother, which shows that her filial piety is commendable. Moreover, Song Jiang gave her money just to help her, not to sell her body as a slave, but Yan Poxi would rather die than follow her, and was willing to be a slave and a concubine to repay Song Jiang. It shows that her character is strong and a strange woman!

Ximen Qing and Song Qing bought a lot of silk brocade in the cloth shop, a lot of rouge, gouache and jewelry and household goods, and then hired a carriage to walk towards Yan Poxi's place. [bsp;    It was just that after I got on the carriage, I was stopped.

It turned out that the servant of the Song family restaurant had an urgent matter to find Song Qing, saying that there was something big in the restaurant and he couldn't make the decision. He had to let Song Qing, the person in charge, go back.

"Brother, my sister-in-law lives in No. 9, Wuyi Lane. When you go to the north of the city, you will know the place. Now that the restaurant has something big, I have to go back!" Song Qing said, and then hurried away with the servant.

The speechless Ximen Qing had to go by himself.

Looking at the carriage full of goods, Ximen Qing laughed at himself: "Are I going to see my sister-in-law or go to my parents' home?"

Ximen Qing took a carriage and walked a cup of tea before he arrived in the north of Yuncheng. In Yuncheng, the wealthy landlords, some families with assets, county magistrates and other officials lived in the east and south of Yuncheng, and the north of the city, most of them lived in ordinary people. As for the west of the city, there were some workshops, so I would not mention this.

Ximen Qing got off the carriage and looked up and saw black tile houses or gray wooden two-story buildings. The people coming and going were wearing ordinary linen clothes and hurried between the tiles. Some small vendors carried wooden cabinets and sold along the alleys. Next to the relatively spacious streets, some small shops were opened, mostly shops selling daily necessities, such as blacksmith shops, grain shops, oil shops, etc. As for restaurants and inns, they could only go to the place with spare money, but there were almost no fewer!

This is the north of the city. Compared with the prosperity of the east and south of the city, it seems a bit calm and a little cold. However, for the entire withering Song Dynasty, the people in the north of Yuncheng were still quite happy. At least they could live in a stable manner and eat enough.

Ximen Qing walked along the street for a while and looked around to see if he could find No. 9, Wuyi Lane.

But the houses around are the same, and there is no sign on the door. I don’t know where the so-called Wuyi Lane is. This is called Ximen Qing very depressed. Moreover, when I walked along the street, Ximen Qing’s outfit attracted the attention of many people. The people looked at Ximen Qing with their faces sideways, looking at the sacred place of this gorgeously dressed young master, and actually came to the home of this ordinary people...

Finally, Ximen Qing had to walk to the teahouse next to him and asked an old woman sitting in front of the teahouse: "Old man, I want to ask you something!"

The old woman was in her sixties, wearing a gray patched jacket, blue cotton pants, gray cotton and linen shoes, and her white hair was neatly taken care of, as if she had been licked by a cow. Moreover, her old face was still covered with red rouge, making her look very strange as if she was a monkey's butt. She sat in front of her own teahouse, knocking melon seeds, looking straight at the passers-by, and muttering from time to time.

Hearing Ximen Qing's question, the old woman stood up and said respectfully: "Young master, what are you asking about? You might as well tell me that as long as it is the matter in the north of the city, there is nothing I don't know about. Which man has visited the kiln and which woman has stole the man, there is nothing I don't know about!"

After saying that, Wang Po saw the carriage following Ximen Qing, and then clapped and smiled: "Young Master, I think you are rich and noble. Now you are here, may you be a noble person? You are here to drive the carriage. Could it be that the girl from a family came to propose marriage? Youyou, it must be like this. Haha, let me guess, the old woman, is it the little Cui girl from the old boss? I heard that the little Cui girl is extremely beautiful, but the girl's mouth is a little slanted, probably because her ancestors have not accumulated good deeds. You have to think clearly, why don't I introduce you to a few beautiful girls to marry? It will definitely satisfy you..."

Wang Po's mouth was so powerful that she spoke even harder than Nagatlin's machine gun. Before she could ask about Ximen Qing's affairs, she opened the forum.

Ximen Qing quickly took out a piece of silver and handed it to Wang Po, saying, "Wang Po, right? I'm not here to propose marriage, I'm just here to find someone! Do you know where the house bought by Song Ai Shi of the county government, that is, No. 9, Wuyi Lane, is?"

After weighing the broken silver in his hand, Wang Po was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I know, I know, naturally I know. No. 9, Wuyi Lane, right? That is Miss Yan's residence. I heard that Miss Yan married Song Aishi from the county government as a concubine, and Song Aishi bought a house to give her. Tsk, it's really rich. But... I rarely see Song Aishi coming. Oh, you also know that the woman in this empty bedroom is as hungry as a wolf, and Aishi can't come. That girl is not safe. The little gangsters in the north of the city will not go to her house when they don't go to her house? Aishi is really unlucky! This young master, it seems that you have a good relationship with Song Aishi. You might as well tell Aishi about this and let Aishi leave the woman... "

Ximen Qing suddenly felt angry and secretly scolded Wang Po for being slandered like this. She just said that Xiao Cui’s mouth was slanted and unethical, but now she provoked Ximen Qing to complain. This old woman is really shameless, why do she like to say bad things behind her back so much!

Ximen Qing was very angry and said in a straight tone: "Wang Po, if I hear you slander my sister-in-law again, will I beat you up all over the floor if I believe it or not?"

Wang Po was stunned and was so scared that she sat directly on the chair, looking horrified.

When Wang Po was young, his marriage was unhappy and married a bad man. He had a hard life. So when he was old, he couldn't bear to see other women find a good husband. So he developed the habit of slandering other women. Because there were not ten marriages that broke up with her mouth, and six or seven times. This time she also made a mistake and unknowingly she said bad things about Yan Poxi.

Wang Po was so scared that he bowed quickly and begged: "Young Master, forgive me, forgive me, I am a mean, I often say the wrong words, I hope the young master will not forgive me. No. 9 in Wuyi Lane is in that alley. If you walk a few steps, you will see a door, which is where Yan Poxi lives!"

Ximen Qing ignored Wang Po, snorted coldly and threw his sleeves away, walking towards the alley that Wang Po had just pointed.

After Ximen Qing left, Wang Po collapsed on the chair with lingering fear, patted her chest and said, "It's so scary. It turns out that it was from a rich family. This momentum scared me to death. I thought I would kill me. But... Humph, I kindly reminded him and didn't let me say, "Am I wrong? That slut. The hoof is just seducing people. Who among the little gangsters in the north of the city is not surrounded by her family all day long! You call him sister-in-law, let me see, you and that slut. The hoof are in love... "

Wang Po muttered angrily.

If Ximen Qing heard what Wang Po said, he would probably have tear the old thief. But let alone, the old woman's words are really...
Chapter completed!