Fairy, I really am a villain!

"I understand, what do you mean?" Luo Qingni quickly glanced at where her parents were. She felt a little guilty, but the delicious food was in front of her, so she couldn't help but be anxious: "I'll make it for you when I get back, but let me eat it first."

"On credit, right? I'll pay you back double the amount later. Sir, have you thought this through?"

"Ten times is fine!"

"Okay, deal!"

With a sinister laugh, Fang Xiwen decided to make the deal and handed the plate to her.

After hearing those lewd words, Luo Qingni's face turned red with shame. Thinking about how he would treat her when she got home, she immediately buried her head in her food.

Luo Ting put out the bonfire, came over with a few live fish, and said with a smile: "Xiwen, hurry up and cook these first. I'll go warm up a pot of wine, and we'll have a drink later."

"Who's with you two..." He still reached out and took it.

Soon Luo Ting warmed up a pot of peach blossom wine and drank it with him in front of his family.

Seeing this, Luo Qingni couldn't help but get angry: "Mom, look at him..."

"Come on, your father is happy today, so don't say anything. Look, Xiwen is drunk too."

"Really..."

The two of them staggered along after drinking and walked all the way to the beach.

"Xiwen, what do you think is the mentality of those people who go fishing? Are they afraid of death?"

"No, I don't know." He shook his head vigorously. "If we really have to talk about who is more scared, it must be the one who was hooked."

"Yes, the person who was hooked..." Luo Ting's voice became inexplicably softer.

"Don't be afraid. If anyone dares to lure you, I will chop him into pieces with a knife—"

"Hahahahaha!"

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Chapter 334: First Visit to the Capital of Gods

Northwest of Shendu, at the Sanshou Mountain Ferry.

Although there are still more than two months to the end of the year, this ferry closest to the capital has already become popular; there are several routes passing by Sanshou Mountain, reaching as far as Yiling in the south and Dingjun in the northeast, so it can be said to be well-connected.

There are ferries coming and going every day, and the caravans coming down from them can fill the entire official road and head towards the main gate in a mighty procession.

"It's really lively." In the carriage, Fang Xiwen lifted the curtain and said as he looked at the long line in front of him.

Opposite him sat an old man in a short shirt and leggings, with dark skin. He smiled when he heard the words: "The world is bustling with people because of profit, and the world is bustling with people because of profit. You will get used to it after seeing it for a long time."

"That's the truth."

After more than ten days of departure from the Guihua Mountain Ferry, Fang Xiwen finally arrived at the edge of the divine capital he had longed for.

As for the old man named Qi in front of him, he was a new friend he met on the ferry: the old man suddenly fell ill and bumped into him... In short, he saved the old man's life, so as a way of repaying him, the latter gave him a ride and introduced some things about the surrounding area along the way.

As for Fang Qingxiao and Xiaodie, the latter rode a horse and led the former, walking in front of the team.

"Mr. Qi often comes to the capital of gods?"

"Well, business is good," the old man took out a pipe from his pocket and just as he was about to smoke it, he paused: "Young Master, you don't mind, right? This is the only hobby I have."

"It's okay." Fang Xiwen had a protective aura, so naturally he didn't care about it. "This is my first time in the capital, so I rely on you to understand the situation here."

"Haha, then I won't beat around the bush, old man. Judging from your appearance and conversation, I will assume that you are the son of a local merchant. You are here to open up trade routes, right?"

"It's okay to do some business. What kind of goods are being transported outside?"

"We have everything. From small things like salt, oil, rice, and cloth to big things like Buddha statues, stones, and wood, etc. In short, as long as it can be sold at a high price, there will be no problem selling it in Shendu," the old man exhaled and smiled, revealing his yellow teeth. "As long as you are lucky enough, even if you have a small capital, you can make a fortune by making a few trips. It's equivalent to farming for decades."

"So exaggerated?"

"You asked that. I believe this is your first time here," he stretched out his hand, and pointed the pipe of his cigarette towards the prosperous capital. "There are tens of thousands of households in this city, and the demand is more than three times that of the prefectures such as Jiangzhou and Longchuan. There is everything, and everything is expensive..."

The rice is fat and the corn is white, and the public and private granaries are full.

After hearing his words, Fang Xiwen pulled aside the curtain and looked out: the carriages in front and behind were endless, and each one was exquisitely designed. They were moving on the official road, like blood flowing through blood vessels, and finally converging into the heart of Dajin.

"By the way, what do you mean by good luck?"

"It's still business. Everything in the world is business. If there are people transporting goods on this road, there will naturally be people who rob the goods. It's inevitable."

"What to do?"

"If you are smart, you can go find a reputable chamber of commerce, such as the ones under the name of the Yang family. You can pay a sum of money before you set out, and then hang up their flag. The other party will take care of everything.

Once we get there, they'll take a cut of the goods, and the deal will be done. As for small caravans, they can either bring their own guards, or the rest depends on luck."

The old man spoke carefully, then knocked his pipe against the window and pointed: "Look, that's the one with bad luck."

Looking up, I saw that a line of carriages had separated from the team and moved to the front, about to reach the main gate.

After looking for a while, Fang Xiwen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why, you won't let me in through the main gate?"

"Of course you can go in, but it depends on the situation. Do you see that horse farm next to it? The sons of the rich and powerful often ride horses there and play some horseback riding and archery, just like what we are doing now."

Following his finger, I saw several horses running on it.

The leader held a colorful prostitute in his arms. He whistled and shot arrows with his bow, making the prostitute giggle.

"If you are unlucky and pass by that side and get shot to death by an arrow, you won't have anywhere to complain." At this point, the old man stuck his head out of the window and cursed at the coachman: "Why don't you turn to the west gate? Are you looking for death? What if you bump into the young master later?!"

"Yes Yes!"

This place was still a few miles away from the main gate. The carriage veered off the official road and prepared to make a big circle to go to another gate on the side.

Looking back, many caravans also made similar moves. Led by their two carriages, many teams became chaotic for a while.

"This aristocratic family's power is so great that even dogs would shake their heads. No wonder the local sects ignore them..." After seeing this, Fang Xiwen actually felt that this kind of opposition and oppression was somewhat reasonable and really pathological.

Seeing that he looked a little unimpressed, the old man knocked on the table and said, "The lives of us businessmen are cheap. If you want to do this business in the future, it's better to avoid these people when you see them."

"I know. Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Qi."

Seeing him nod earnestly, the old man smiled with satisfaction, thinking that this young boy is teachable.

After spending several days together, he realized that this boy was thoughtful, thoughtful, and handsome. He wondered if he could marry his seventh daughter to him, hoping that he could inherit his legacy in the future.

"There is one more thing I want to remind you..."

Just as the two were talking, a shrill scream was heard from the road in the distance.

Fang Xiwen had sharp eyes and saw at a glance that someone in the caravan at the city gate fell headfirst from a carriage with an arrow stuck in his chest. The figure looked like a woman and fell to the ground motionless.

"What happened?" The old man knocked on the window.

The driver said, "My Lord, it seems someone was hit by a stray arrow and fell off the horse."

"That's what I told you." The fulfillment came so quickly that the old man couldn't help feeling a little proud. Just as he was about to say a few more words, he discovered that there was no one on the other side anymore.

"Brother, lend me your horse!"

In a blink of an eye, the young man had jumped on his horse and headed straight for the city gate.

“Come back! Why are you meddling in this business!” He called out several times, but got no response. The old man could only throw his pipe on the table and said, “Well, just pretend that I’m blind!”

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Everyone was having a great time at the racecourse.

When they saw someone being hit by an arrow, they were quiet for a while, and then burst into violent laughter.

Without going forward to check, the horses seemed to be scaring them for fun, sometimes far away, sometimes close, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. For a moment, the coachmen were frightened and panicked, and one of the carriages fell to the ground with a bang.

"Oh my, be careful!"

Amidst the laughter, many cargo boxes rolled out from the overturned carriage. They hit the ground and cracked open, revealing the extremely beautiful brocade inside, which was golden in color.

"My goods, my goods!"

A merchant with his head wrapped in a towel jumped out of the carriage and glanced at the girl lying on the ground with an anxious look; then he hurried over, picked up the brocade, and carefully put it back into the box.

Seeing this, the young man with greasy hair and powdered face in the lead laughed, and immediately pushed the prostitute away, rode up, grabbed the girl's hair, and pulled her up: "Hey, don't you know this woman?"

"This is my little girl, let her go!" The merchant's eyes turned red with anxiety, but he didn't stop and continued to put the goods into the box.

"Haha, your daughter is breathing in less and breathing out more, why do you still care about those few inches of rags?"

Grabbing the girl's clothes from behind and making her look up, the young man looked at her for a while, stretched out his hand and pinched her a few times, nodded with satisfaction: "She is indeed very beautiful. Hey, let me lend you my daughter to play with!"

As he said this, he actually hugged her in his arms, clamped his legs together, and rode his horse towards the city.

The middle-aged merchant had never seen such a scene before. He was stunned for a while before he started to cry out: "Someone, come! My daughter has been kidnapped! Is there any justice or law? Someone, come!!"

But no matter how he shouted, no one around took action.

After all, they were all businessmen, so speaking up was considered giving them face: "Isn't that Song Canxing from the Song family? The evil young men in the capital are really getting more and more outrageous every year, even robbing women from the people."

“Hey, it’s always like this.”

A carriage passed by him.

Ironically, after the gang of evildoers left, the main gate became accessible. Many people did not want to walk the long way and came back, leaving behind some hurtful words.

"How much are those brocades worth? It's really a waste of money."

"I don't think he cares much about his daughter..."

Cold words.

"No! I borrowed the money to buy the cloth from someone else, and also used up my daughter's betrothal gift!

The birthday banquet of King Rui is approaching, and I am thinking that I must sell the gifts for the birthday celebration... If these goods are lost, my family will have no way to survive!

Please, please help me!"

The traveling merchants cried and shouted, knelt and kowtowed, but it was of no use.

Before coming here, he heard that Shendu was the place where dragons rose, and everyone who came and went was either rich or noble, the best of men. But why did they act so brutally and why did they watch so indifferently?

"Killing people in the street! Even in my hometown, in the mountainous area where people can't even make ends meet, this kind of thing wouldn't happen! This is the capital of the gods, at the feet of the emperor!!"

Gradually, it seemed that his crying had an effect, and the group of people slowly stopped at the city gate.