Well, of course, Xiao Ling doesn’t call this thing that.
The messenger bird flapped its wings suddenly and flew away.
Ji Wan dealt with some dishonest people and felt completely relaxed.
“Here!”
At the night market stalls in the city, some peddlers and women carrying shoulder poles and selling handicrafts were gathered together chatting.
"Have you heard that among the heads hanging at the gate of the prince's mansion are people from the Zhang and Li families!" A peddler selling wooden hairpins put down his carrying pole and spoke first.
"I heard it, I heard it. He was hanged three days ago. It is said that he rebelled in Fanzhou and was then punished by His Highness!" Another lady in cloth clothes who was tidying up the tofu stall also echoed.
"It's the Li family head and the Zhang family head!"
"It's so abominable! Your Highness treats us so well, why do they want to compete with Your Highness?" A woman selling vegetables also responded.
"What else could it be? I'm jealous of His Highness's many magical skills!"
"Tsk, do they think that anyone can use the immortal's methods?
These aristocratic families are really annoying. If they succeed in their rebellion, won’t we have to go back to our previous hard lives?
No matter how much money we paid before, it all ended up in the pockets of those wealthy families.
Only after His Highness came here did our lives become much better."
Ever since Ji Wan came to Fanzhou and gradually developed and built it, there has been no curfew.
Night markets quietly emerged.
The construction of Pincheng has not been completed yet, so the night market in Shicheng is the largest among the six cities in two prefectures.
It is easy to find out what the people are saying here.
Ji Wan himself disguised himself as a skinny boy carrying a shoulder pole, sitting in the crowd with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fiddling with the green leafy vegetables that had grown this year.
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