Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 33 033 The origin of the city

At this moment, Xi Yaoer helped the cook to bring up the hot food.

She sat down next to Feng Xiuhu, covering her mouth with her hands and smiling shyly, "I know Fengliuzhai. It's a place that specializes in ordering young men. It's not far from Shengren Street."

Feng Xiuhu finally understood: "Diao Haisheng is indeed a ruthless man."

Xi Yaoer picked up the wine pot and glanced at Feng Xiuhu: "Master, the delicious food is perfect to go with the wine. I will drink a glass with you."

Feng Xiuhu didn't understand the situation and raised her hand to refuse: "No, I have business to do tonight."

Xiyao'er's eyes rolled, and she took out a palm-sized square iron box from her bosom: "Then let's smoke. What master doesn't like this?"

She opened the box and Feng Xiuhu looked at it carefully.

The iron box contains fine tobacco shreds, and there is a layer on one side of the lid, in which is stacked ribbed paper used for rolling cigarettes.

Feng Xiuhu felt curious. He knew that there was tobacco here - the fact that fragrant deer antlers were used to make pipes was proof of that, but this kind of rolled paper cigarette was the first time he had seen it.

"Where did you get this?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Xi Yaoer stole a glance at Feng Xiuhu's face and said, "This is Lame Mouse's private stash. Tobacco leaves are easy to find. There are many people who smoke pipes in the lower city, but this kind of rolling paper cigarettes can only be bought in the factory area."

Seeing Feng Xiuhu's expression unchanged, Xi Yaoer felt relieved. She said delicately, "I'll wrap the cigarettes for Master."

She took out a piece of ribbed paper and spread it on the table, then carefully shook out the tobacco, gathered and smoothed it out, and then pinched a corner of the white paper and slowly rolled it up.

The cigarette paper was wrapped into strips, and when only one edge of the paper was left, Xiyaoer licked the page with the tip of her tongue to wet it, her eyes swirling around Feng Xiuhu's face, full of charm.

She carefully applied the paper seam, and finally rubbed a small pinch on the cigarette butt, put the other end to her lips, and lit it with a match.

"Here, sir."

Xi Yaoer handed the lit cigarette to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu took the cigarette and put the cigarette box and matches into his pocket.

He took a puff and the smoke he exhaled landed on Xiyao'er's face.

Xi Yaoer coughed twice and chuckled: "As long as the master likes it."

Feng Xiuhu invited Shunzi and Ermazi to eat, then turned to Xiyaoer and said, "It's rare that you still care about me. I will make you the General of Tobacco Rolling. From now on, besides settling accounts, you will also be responsible for rolling cigarettes."

Xiyao'er's smile froze.

The three men devoured the food quickly and finished the entire table.

Feng Xiuhu got up and prepared to go out at night. Xiyaoer took out his coat and put it on him.

Feng Xiuhu touched his cuffs and found the knife was still there, which gave him a lot of confidence.

……

The words are divided into two parts.

Diao Haisheng came back from the lower city during the day. The more he thought about Mao Hetao's words, the more uncertain he felt.

Thinking about the end, his heart was in turmoil and he was a little panicked.

So he didn't dare to wait any longer and hurried to the temple to tell the chief priest Yu Duanhun what had happened today.

Diao Haisheng was just a small tax official and was unaware of the recent disputes between the temple and the church, but Yu Duanhun knew about it.

Just by listening to Diao Haisheng's exaggerated words, Yu Duanhun had already guessed most of the situation in his mind - it was most likely true that Feng Xiuhu became a deacon, and this was clearly a deliberate trick used by the church.

But guessing alone is no good, the matter has not been concluded yet, Yu Duanhun immediately sent people out to inquire.

A short while later, a clerk returned to report that they had indeed verified the truth: Feng Xiuhu had indeed been appointed deacon, having been appointed just that morning. Yu Duanhun was terrified and furious, slapping Diao Haisheng twice on the spot.

It was fortunate that Feng Xiuhu did not die at the hands of Diao Haisheng. If Diao Haisheng had succeeded, Yu Duan Hun would have received two slaps in the face - this was still a light punishment. If the church had really seized this as an excuse to expand the missionary territory to the port area, his career as high priest might have been over.

Fortunately, Feng Xiuhu is still alive.

So Yu Duanhun instructed Diao Haisheng to follow him to the factory area tomorrow and explain the matter to Hollis Wu.

Yu Duanhun didn't say the rest of the sentence. In fact, he had the idea of ​​taking Diao Haisheng to task. Whether Hollis Wu wanted to vent his anger on Diao Haisheng or take Diao Haisheng's life directly, Yu Duanhun had no objection, but in the end, the matter had to end with Diao Haisheng.

As for who would be the tax collector after Diao Haisheng passed away, Yu Duanhun was not too worried.

There is more than just Diao Haisheng in the Fish Market Gang. If one scale scraper is gone, just find a bone scraper or a meat scraper. They all have the same use anyway.

Diao Haisheng didn’t know what Yu Duanhun was thinking, he just felt that he was unlucky today.

After coming out of the temple, his face was burning with pain, both because he was beaten and because he lost face.

So he went to Fengliuzhai again and took two handsome rabbits who often visited back to the boat house, planning to relieve his sexual desire tonight.

……

This was Feng Xiuhu's first time visiting Fancheng at night.

In the night, three figures walked on the empty street.

When passing by the gate of Duanlang Bridge, Feng Xiuhu looked at the elevator not far away and asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Since no one is stopping us, why don't people from the bottom city move to the lower city to live?"

This question was a bit beyond Shunzi's scope. He thought for a long time before answering, "I think it's because I have no money. It's hard to survive in the lower city, and it's even harder to survive in the lower city. Besides, there are not so many places for people from the lower city to live."

You can’t survive in the lower city without money, and you can’t make money in the lower city. It’s a vicious circle.

Feng Xiuhu then asked, "Why didn't you just come to the lower city? The environment in the lower city isn't suitable for living."

Shunzi scratched the back of his head. He couldn't answer this question.

Er Mazi suddenly spoke up: "I heard about this from the older generation in Dicheng - I just heard it, I don't know if it's true or not."

"I heard it was a long, long time ago—I don't know exactly how long ago, but I only know that there was no kingdom at that time, and Sails City was not called Sails City."

"Back then, there was no Lady of Wind and Rain, and the people who lived here..."

Ermazi lowered his voice unconsciously, and what he was about to say was somewhat disrespectful.

"The people who lived here at that time believed in evil gods."

This brought up the topic that Feng Xiuhu was interested in. He asked, "The one in the sea?"

Er Mazi shook his head slightly: "How would I know?"

"But then the Goddess of Wind and Rain came, and everyone started to believe in her. However, quite a few people continued to believe in the evil gods. Everyone couldn't tolerate these people, so they drove them to the seaside and stopped interacting with them."

Feng Xiuhu could probably guess what happened next: "So this is the origin of Dicheng."

Time will erase everything, including faith.

Nowadays, most people in Dicheng firmly believe in the Goddess of Wind and Rain, but there is no place for them outside Dicheng.

Perhaps Lady Wind and Rain is also a vengeful person. She still remembers that these people are the descendants of "sinners", so she never shows mercy and has never sheltered this group of late loyal believers under her feather robe.

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