But when the old Peking City plots, there must be at least a hundred streets and alleys covered with the names of birds and animals!

What are the tiger city, elephant house, pigeon cabin, deer farm, leopard house, and camel house, are official or private leisure places or trading institutions established since the Ming Dynasty.

The emperor usually has three palaces and six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, and beautiful scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou. It is so fucking and disgusting that there are officials who know how to make fun of themselves or those who are in charge of the emperor who are in charge of the emperor who are hiking some rare things and try to make the emperor happy.

They raise lions, tigers, elephants, leopards and beasts to enjoy themselves, and pigeons, flowers and deer hunting to enjoy themselves. Over time, even though the dynasties changed over time, even the old emperors of the Qing Dynasty called cannons from the dragon chaise and rushed outside the palace to close the door to coax themselves. These street markets named after birds and animals survived tenaciously.

Moreover, the old Peking is filled with imperial spirit. Although the phoenix with hair fallen hair is not as good as a pheasant, the rotten ship has three kilograms of nails, right?

There are always a few wealthy families with neat eyes and erect hands and feet. They rely on the family foundation they saved by cheating in the early years, or simply eat the rent of a few street shops, and keep the wealth of the lackeys of the lackeys fighting cocks, birds and eagles.

Especially on the streets of Laoguanyuan, a crab green cricket can be chirped by several Peking men who are not short of money can cook thousands of oceans. A white-haired eyebrow that has been adjusted and opened its mouth will dare to ask for ten big yellow croakers...

What is the price of a purebred Tibetan mastiff that is said to be brought from the Tibetan border?

No one dared to ask. Anyway, a master took away the purebred Tibetan mastiff that had not been weaned on the spot. He and the follower behind him didn't blink, and threw the deeds of the eight courtyards inside and outside the three Gongxian Hutong!

On weekdays, even if the old Guanyuan is crowded with people, they are crowded with people, and there are many strange people who are crowded in front of various businesses. Seeing that there were another crowd of people, there were many old Peking men walking on the streets of Lao Guanyuan, as well as those outside guests with bags hanging on their shoulders, rushed towards the crowd.

It was so vague that I could only see an old man sitting on the ground with blood on his face in the crack, with three or two broken bamboo cages scattered beside him.

After listening carefully, there was an arrogant voice calling unyieldingly: "Just this day, I will ignore my clothes and outfits! I just said that this cockfighting that I bought from the descendants of the Nine Gates of the Qing Dynasty, which was paid for real money and silver. It was called a golden hook-beak eagle claw and a colorful feather phoenix crown. But when I walked all over the cockfighting venues in Beijing, it was always the same word - win! You old coffin pulp, you can't help but smoke when you hear the chicken cry. You old Gabeng'er's coffin, you dare to smoke me with a yellow skin?"

Amid the arrogant shouts, the people who had already woken up in the crowd came back and shook their heads and muttered: "This is another matter of striking the car! Maybe some gangster fell in love with the yellow skins in their hands..."

"What's wrong? Just that chicken, I feel that there are only bones left and hair left in the soup pot, and I still fight the cock? Let's fight his grandma's pot..."

"Old, please keep a close eye on the door! Didn't you see who was carrying the chicken? A famous gangster monk in Zhushikouer! Just this one, you can cheat and make trouble. A toad jumps on the instep and doesn't bite people, it's disgusting!"

Perhaps because he was really afraid that the fake monk would cheat him, several neighbors who had seen the fake monks in the crowd turned around and squeezed out of the crowd. With this stall, a strong man with a coarse cloth on his back squeezed into the middle of the crowd without a trace, but he quietly hid behind the onlookers.

It seemed to be confirming that his blackmail today could be returned with a full load. The fake monk shook the hem of his standard clothing of a professional gangster, and shouted and cursed with a white-faced British cigarette roll in his mouth: "Not even talking about the leopard room, those big scenes of cockfighting in Hufangqiao, just the old Guanyuan cockfighting venue, how did the cockfighting in my hand help me win back two big oceans? Not to mention that I bullied you, an old man, today you will kowtow three crispy ones for me, and then take away your yellow skin and slaughter it out of bad luck. I will raise my thighs and let you, an old man, go over!"

He moaned weakly, and the old man with blood on his face was beaten by the fake monk and a few gangsters who were hanging with him shook his head weakly: "You... are you cheating people! You were the ones who hit me first with the chicken cage..."

He sucked a few sips of cigarette butts with his breasts. The fake monk couldn't care about the scavenger's lips that had been scorched due to long-term whitening hair. He rolled up his sleeves and rolled up his arms and rushed towards the old man with blood on his face: "Hey... you old stick, cabbage, coffin, I'll go along with you, and you're going to suck on the dead? I'll make you successful today..."

Seeing that the old man was about to be beaten by a fake monk again, the strong man hiding behind the onlookers suddenly flashed, rubbed the shoulders of the onlookers, and quickly got to the chicken cage that the fake monk threw beside him, shouting in a loud voice: "Hey, who is so big-handed? As soon as he entered Beiping City, he could see a phoenix with a blow-out neck. It can be seen that this Beiping City is really full of imperial aura. He is just a mortal bird!"

At that time, the 20-roud was a hawk-eyed, wide-mouthed face, with a thick body like an old city wall, a translucent voice like a copper bell, and a clear foreign accent that had to be twisted and learned Peking dialect. These characteristics were all together, and they couldn't help but let the fake monk stop rushing towards the old man, shouting at the strong man with a voice: "Hey... what's wrong with you? My baby chicken is worth the old money. Can you afford to lose if you mess around?"

If you cheat money and cheat, one of the most taboo things is, that is, you can block the situation halfway, break the situation with just a few words or even punches and kicks. The plan of cheating money and cheating is in vain. Not to mention the problem, you will have to turn the tables completely. If you cheat money and cheat, you will be taught a lesson by others!

But looking at the strong man, the countryman, who had just entered the capital, the fake monk felt something was wrong?

In these days, teahouses and restaurants were posted with slogans and posters, "Don't talk about state affairs." Ordinary people were afraid of smashing their heads when they fell off their leaves. Who would be happy to find trouble if they had nothing to do?

Not to mention those rural people who came to Beijing from other places, they were confused by the aisle, so how could they dare to catch lice on themselves and cause trouble?

Without waiting for a few gangsters who were surrounded by the fake monk's gang, the strong man stood up straight with an envious expression and smiled a little confusedly: "I really don't have the courage to touch you, baby! I don't even talk about it, in the smallest cockfighting stadium in our hometown, there is such a cockfighting family with a phoenix-kicking cockfighting game, and at least five oceans will be included!"

He looked at the strong man in disbelief. The fake monk grunted for a while before he put his doubts to the chicken cage, pointed to the drooping chicken in the cage and asked, "You... do you know me, baby?"

Nodding with certainty, the strong man pointed firmly at the rooster who was so thin that he was only bones and feathers left and said, "I can't be wrong! In my hometown, the phoenix with the fried neck was made of the same mold, and it never looked so similar again!"

With his lips enviously, the strong man looked at the fake monk with some expectations: "Which field are you planning to play with both hands today? I don't say anything, I have to thank you today. Following you, the phoenix bets, if you don't have the lottery, you'll call the sun to come out from the west!"

Looking at the strong man's eager expression, he heard the unique sound of the strong man's lights rubbing against each other on his shoulders. The fake monk blinked his eyes and said, "It's just this chicken... this phoenix with a fried neck. I bought it from the descendants of the Nine Gates of the Qing Dynasty. It's delicious and delicious, and I really can't bear to let it go! Grandpa... Isn't this soft-hearted and stunning... "

Turning a blind eye to the old man who was beaten to the face of blood, the fake monk obviously felt that he had encountered a blackmailer who was more worthy of attack, or a not-so-savvy guy who blocked the line.

Sucking the clear nose that was irrepressible because of the white face, the fake monk signaled several gangsters who were supporting the scene to surround the strong man, and half coerced and half tentatively smiled at the strong man: "This old saying has been said - goods are sold to know the family! Since your brother recognizes the treasure in the cage, then you will assume that Yang Zhi sold the knife and stomped his feet hard. This treasure will be sold to you! This brother, I have rewarded you with such a big face. You shouldn't be ungrateful, right?"

Rolling up his sleeves and rolling his arms, he sneered, and the gangsters obviously understood the instructions of the fake monk, and even squeezed the strong man into it. Two of them were quick to touch the black cloth bag on the shoulders of the strong man openly and secretly, trying to predict how much wealth the strong man could have.

He shrank with a little fear, and the strong man's eyes were full of involuntary fear and uncontrollable excitement. He tightly grasped the hole at the front of the black cloth bag. The strong man's performance was a foreigner who had just stepped into the city of Peking: "I... can't afford it? It's only ten yuan for the buns on it. It's better for my family to ask me to come to Beijing to buy some groceries and open a small grocery store outside the city..."

When he heard that there was a ten-yuan investment, the eyes of several gangsters, including the fake monk, lit up!

The old man who was beaten to the face of blood was carrying three yellow-skinned men, and he didn't have much cash on his body. He took out the three yellow-skinned men and took out the bitter gallbladder, which was at most a dollar.

The strong man has a strong cash price of ten dollars, and he has enough money to buy enough white noodles to eat and drink, so he can feel comfortable in the secret door for three or five days!

Almost without saying anything, the fake monk pulled the coarse cloth bag on the strong man's shoulder and grabbed the ten bright and hard ocean from the bag. He grabbed a piece of it and flicked it with his finger and put it in his ear. The trembling sterling silver roar made the fake monk squint his eyes, revealing a yellow teeth and laughingly signaling the gangster beside him to stuff the chicken cage into the strong man's hands: "We have to pay for both money and goods, and we have to remember it when we meet in the future. But I sold the gold for brass price, and pearls were used as glass balls. You guys have taken advantage of your face and gained a lot!"

He agreed timidly, and the strong man looked like a bun and picked up gold ingots. He held the dirty chicken cage in his arms tightly with his hands and looked around for a while. He squeezed out the crowd and ran towards a cockfighting venue not far away.

Now, the onlookers were so confused that they were all confused. They even complained that the fake monk who had just taken ten dollars to his hands.

Originally, I thought that I was a country boy who was unaware of it, so I was just using an old cat as a tiger boy, and I silly exchanged ten yuan for a worthless rooster.

But when I saw this country boy holding a chicken cage, he was like holding an ancestor tablet, and he went straight to the cockfighting field without waiting for a thorough speech...

Could it be that this is like a man playing with antiques in Panjiayuan who has been picking up a bargain, and he also bought a kiln at Laoguanyuan for a puppy?

Involuntarily, the fake monk couldn't take care of the gangsters around him who couldn't wait to find happiness and flattered him, sniffing his nose and throwing a sentence: "Follow and take a look!"
Chapter completed!