In order to seek three meals for one night, the common people in the four nine cities have to get up to five o'clock, sleep in the middle of the night, and work hard to do housework. Only then can they barely make a living with a family of children with mixed grains and thin porridge and patched clothes. They have suffered slowly, and they have lived through the world for a while, and they have to work hard until the day they close their eyes, which is considered to be a real rest!

Put aside these ordinary families who have passed by, and no matter whether the wealthy families are singing and eating, singing and singing every night, let alone people in the underworld walk through the wind and the moon, stealing rain and not stealing snow, there are still people in Sijiu City. Their lives are just one foot in the world and one foot in the underworld, and they live a life that is not like a human being, and ghosts do not like ghosts!

Every day, I don’t care whether it’s early or late. Even if I open my eyes, I open my head one day. I put it on the broken cotton wool, and twisted the skinny skeleton like a mate, and slap like a chicken claw on the head of the bed, pillow, and under the kang for a long time. I just waited for my mind to figure out what these things were in my mind, and then I twisted my body and crawled out of the broken cotton wool, lazily pulled over a torn garment covered on the cotton wool and put it on my upper body.

I shook a pair of broken shoes with exposed toes in front and open heels on the back. I had to shake it three times when I walked a step, and I could touch the water tank outside the house. I didn't even care whether the broken water tank was filled with rootless water or the old leaking eaves. The melon scoop with dust and soil reached in and took the bottom of the tank and drank it clean, and then wiped my face with my hands. This was all about planning to go out.

It was not restricted by day or night. The man who went out naturally slipped around the corner of the room and rubbed his eyes with his eyes, and a pair of dead fish-eyed Mumu, covered in eye boreholes, was lying around. Anyone who saw a familiar neighbor who had a neighbor who had seen him could immediately pull over with a pair of broken shoes. He stretched the pair of chicken-like slaps towards the other person, without restraining his sleeves, grabbed a corner of his clothes, and slapped his knees in front of the person. He thrust his face and rushed straight to the long robe with tears and swelling on his face, and he only wanted a few big boys to give him away.

The unlucky person who had been holding him in a hurry threw two big boys on the ground. The owner who had called him countless times and called him back to his father immediately let go and picked up the big boys in his arms. He ignored the unlucky person who hurriedly avoided him and scolded his eight generations of ancestors. He rolled and crawled straight into the alleys on the street to find the cold water soaked from the cigarette paste and drank a bowl of it. Only then did he resurrect the death of the soul, and got up to take the money and tried to make a fortune.

As usual, it was not limited to the worn clothes that people forgot to pack up, the copper urinals in the corner of the door, the incense and candle heads worshipped under the temple gods in the alley, and all the things that could be exchanged for money were taken away. When they were lucky, they stripped naked a drunkard lying down on the street, and immediately took the owners who had obtained the money and exchanged money for the money to go straight to the white-faced restaurant in Sijiu City. When they entered the door, they put the silver money in their arms towards the cabinet, and hurriedly grabbed the exchanged white-faced man and turned his head to the dilapidated home.

He shivered his fingers and sucked his nose. The paper roll that had just been torn off the street wall was a piece of tobacco cut out from the cigarette butts, and then mixed it with the white face that he had taken home as a lifeline and rolled it into a long trumpet roll. He trembled and lit a foreign fire and took a deep breath. He could immediately scream from his throat like a ghost on his body, and his whole body was limping like a boneless one......

I was so addicted to it. Then I tucked the remaining little white face under the pillow, pulled down my clothes, and my feet were torn shoes. I drenched my wild dog into the dirty and broken quilt like a hole. I closed my eyes. This day was over!

For example, the person who is addicted to white flour will sooner or later, and then he will hang himself into the river after getting addicted to white flour. Otherwise, he will go down and die after slapping white flour. In addition to those who run white flour restaurants, they can even look at them. Others have already used this person as a living dead person. When they see it from afar, they will quickly take a detour, so as not to get into trouble!

He looked at Chen Laizi who shrugged his shoulders and poked in front of the counter, and then looked at the twenty or thirty big boys who had just put on the counter. Sai Qinqiong's close-fitting follower, squinted his eyes, bared his yellow teeth, and shouted at Chen Laizi in his voice: "I said Chen Laizi, you really regard the business that Sai Ye opened as a foreigner's good hall, right? There are only twenty or thirty big boys, and most of them are privately made by Tianjin Wei (Note 1). You still want to get white faces and become a god?"

A Tuo Master shouted and scolded. Chen Laizi, who was standing outside the counter, seemed to have not heard Tuo Master scolding at all. He just sucked his clear nose and bowed to Tuo Master, and said in a vague way: "Master Tuo, you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good...you are good..."

With a finger stretched out, Master Tuo's eyes didn't delay looking at things. He picked out the fine copper coins from the twenty or thirty big boys on the counter in a few seconds, swept the money box below the counter, and then shouted to Chen Laizi who was bowing outside the counter: "I said Chen Laizi, don't say Master Tuo bullied you - last time you took it over to exchange for white face, someone who knew the market had seen it and said that the thing should be a pair! If you want to be able to take out another piece of the hanging scroll painting, Master Tuo, I will tell you to get it comfortable!"

As he spoke, Master Tuo reached out to take out a tin foil bag the size of a little fingertip from the bottom of the counter and gently clewed it open. Then he picked the little white flour like sesame seeds and knocked it gently on the counter, and raised his face to Chen Laizi, "Master Tuo is happy today, so I'll give you a bite first, Ma Liu'er licked it to Master Tuo!"

Seeing the little white face that Tuo Master knelt on the counter, Chen Laizi's eyes lit up and almost jumped up and licked the little white face clean on the counter. He stuck out his tongue and scratched the little white face in his hand. He yelled at Tuo Master with salivation: "Master Tuo, you have to touch the object you see if you die! I think my grandfather was walking in the office and worked as a service in the palace, but the good things in the palace were touching the house! Master Tuo Master Tuo, please give me another bite. I'm so energetic that I go home to take it home..."

Before Chen Laizi could finish his words, Tuo, who was standing behind the counter, spitted at Chen Laizi with thick phlegm: "Bah! Do you think your Tuo Master is a freshman who has just debuted? You are still counting on selling your face to the tank with your grandfather who has been dead for many years? Just the way your grandfather and grandchildren burned big smoke, held actors, and bet on crickets. Your family is the living emperor in the Forbidden City, and your family's foundation should be ruined! Ma Liuer got out of Tuo Master, and I want to think about it again next time. You must remember to take the items that Tuo Master wanted! Otherwise... Tuo Master will suck your bones and grind the white flour! (Note 2)"

He pushed Chen Laizi out of the Baimian Restaurant. Several green-skinned gangsters in the Baimian Restaurant were very disgusted and spit a few spits at Chen Laizi who was lying outside the door. Then he turned his head and complained to Master Tuo who was standing behind the counter and said, "Master Tuo, this is what you pity Chen Laizi, otherwise. Chen Laizi would probably have become a lying down on the street?"

"That's right! But... Master Tuo, for someone like Chen Laizi, you may have everything you can do, and you can sell everything you can do. How did you know that Chen Laizi can still touch some valuable things?"

With his eyes slanted, Tuo Master snorted coldly: "Or you are just shallow-sniffy and ignorant? Chen Laizi, although he is a family of three generations, is not a worry-free master. The three grandparents and grandchildren are trying hard to destroy the family's fortune, but now Chen Laizi's grandfather has already smoked smokers to death. His father had also asked people to put on a sack and throw it away from Yongding River two years ago because he had a snatch of actors from others. Only Chen Laizi was left with a single seedling! Don't look at Chen Laizi now and was in a daze and down-and-out manner, but he was always a thin camel bigger than a horse, and a rotten boat has three kilograms of boat nails! Look, it takes less than three days. Chen Laizi, who can't stand the addiction, may he be able to find something good - hey, why are you back? You really want to put your Tuo Master here to find a fight, right?"

He was still salivating with a dirty face. Chen Laizi, who had just asked a few green-skinned gangsters to throw out the door, sniffled and sniffed his yellow teeth towards Master Tuo, who was standing behind the counter, said: "Master Tuo. This is a coincidence? Although I didn't carry the hanging scroll painting you mentioned today, I had a treasure next to him!"

Without waiting for Mr. Tuo answer, Chen Laizi reached out and took out a dirty little bag from his arms, holding it in his hands on the counter in front of Mr. Tuo: "This is the thing my father won in the scene of fighting crickets with others. It really ended up being 200 debts! Mr. Tuo, I don't want much to put it here. Do you want me to smoke white face for half a month? It will be done in ten days..."

He ignored Chen Laizi's nagging words. Master Tuo, who was standing behind the counter, stretched out his finger and untied the dirty little bag. He only glanced at the stuff wrapped in the bag. He immediately grabbed a piece of broken painting wrapped in the bag and cursed at Chen Laizi: "Chen Laizi, are you really tired of being a living person, right? Just such an old Yangliuqing painting that I don't know where to tear off, you dare to pretend to be stupid as an antique? Okay! Master Tuozi will give you my wish! I'll beat you if you say a few brothers! I'll beat you as a real person!"

As he finished speaking, several green-skinned gangsters standing near the counter all rolled up their arms, rolled up their sleeves and rushed to Chen Laizi, and without saying a word, he attacked Chen Laizi!

With familiar hands, she protected her head with her hands, and squatted to the ground with soft knees. Chen Laizi hurried in a corner of the counter and carried several green-skinned gangsters to kick and beat Yun Zheyue, who was calling for white-faced, shouted in her voice: "Master Tu...Master Tu, I really didn't interrupt you and cough... My father said that the thing is called a beast picture, and it can be regarded as a treasure in the Sijiu City..."

"Wow... Is he still fucking a fucking dispute with you, Master Tuo, these Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Mountains and Seas, right? Brothers are working hard!"

Seeing several green-skinned gangsters exerted their strength to drive their hands towards Chen Laizi, behind Tuo Ye, who was about to throw the broken painting out of the door, suddenly, Sai Qinqiong's gloomy voice came: "What are you messing around? His mother made everyone hear the howling here in the private room behind him..."

"Hey... Sai Ye, it's this bastard who comes to the door to suck it to death. He takes a broken paper as an antique and exchanges white flour, and points it to us and cheats us! Don't worry about this. I'll ask you guys to put this bastard out, so you can't disturb your quietness anymore!"

"Draw? What painting?"

"Just a torn piece of paper, what is it called...Beast Picture?!"

"......Give it to me?!"

PS: Note 1: Water-washed coins, also known as sand-eye coins and goose feathers. At first, it was a gangster in Tianjin who used brass privately minted coins during the Guangxu period. Most of them were as thin as paper, which could almost enter the water without sinking. The size was much smaller than regular copper coins. It was specifically used to bully the market and use it when buying and selling forcing them. It also caused the corruption of the administration in the late Qing Dynasty. Many gangsters privately minted coins by Tianjin who were mixed with regular copper coins through collusion between officials and prodigal merchants, and the poison was even more widely used.

Note 2: According to the legend of the old society, it was once a legend that a white-faced dealer grinds the bones of an addict who died after long-term elimination of white-faced and mixed them into a white-faced dealer. This even led to a joke between addicts - today you and I will beat you and I will not necessarily smoke who will beat you tomorrow...
Chapter completed!