Fang Xie did not expect that the place where the old lame brought him would be like this. What appeared in front of him was a place that had nothing to do with the prosperity of Chang''an city. It looks dirty, messy and dilapidated. This is a market hidden in a dark corner. People who come here seem to be completely isolated from the scenery of Chang''an city. But it''s very busy here. Even some rich housekeepers come here to buy things.


    The area of this market is not too small. In the past, there were at least hundreds of stalls. The sewage on the ground has frozen and slipped on it. If you look carefully, you will find fish viscera, hairy pig skin, chicken and duck feathers, pig feces and sheep feces in these ice dregs.


    The first thing Fang Xie saw was a butcher with a pipe in his mouth. He was wearing only a leather apron and bare arms in winter. He could see the thick black hair on his chest. As he breathed smoke, he used a bone removal knife to remove the bones from the pork. From his appearance, he could know that he could expertly pull out each bone even with his eyes closed. There are three knives on the vegetable pier next to him, a thick back kitchen knife for cutting meat, a spatula for removing pig skin, and a heavier bone chopping knife.


    Behind him, a strong woman squatted on the ground to clean up the pig''s water, that is, the pig''s internal organs. All the things are put in a big wooden basin, pig heart, pig lung, pig liver, pig large intestine, still steaming.


    "Mother-in-law, I''m hungry!"


    The butcher shouted as he peeled his bones. His mother-in-law, um, stood up and wiped her bloody hand on the apron. She went to the side of the stove and opened the lid of the pot. There was a freshly baked bread inside, which was steaming hot. The woman took out the pancake with her bloody hand and put it on the chopping board. She picked a large piece of raw lard with a knife and put it on it evenly, and then sprinkled some salt. Finally, he peeled a spring onion, put a roll on the pancake and handed it to the butcher: "eat."


    The butcher took down his pipe and put it aside, slamming his sharp knife into the vegetable pier. The four knives are arranged neatly, and the distance between them is exactly the same.


    He squatted on the ground, clutching pancakes in his greasy hands and swallowing them with relish. Looking at his expression, it seems that the most delicious thing in the world is just like this.


    Next to the butcher''s stall is a vendor selling Chinese cabbage. It doesn''t look thin, but it looks a little thin compared with the butcher. He sat in an old chair, crossed his legs, narrowed his eyes and hummed an unknown song. Fang Xie listened and found that it was the Qinqiang flavor of the northwest mountain people. It was long and rough, but he couldn''t hear the specific lyrics.


    An old goat was tied to one side of his stall and stole his cabbage from time to time. But he ignored it and hummed a little song leisurely.


    Or smelling the smell of pancakes, he opened his eyes and looked at the butcher. Then he snorted coldly: "if aunt Chun had married me, how could I be willing to let her do such vulgar things? I deal with pig flesh and blood all day. A good beauty like flowers and jade has been ruined like this!"


    "What? It''s your turn to dislike?!"


    The butcher''s wife pinched her waist and raised her eyebrows and eyes.


    The man selling cabbage immediately counselled and said with a smile, "I don''t love you."


    The butcher''s mother-in-law glared at him, smeared the second cooked pancake with raw lard, sprinkled salt, rolled green onions and threw it to the man selling cabbage. It looks as like as two peas, but at least half of the cake is sold.


    The butcher smiled as if he had taken advantage of it. He thought that Chungu still cared about me and wiped more than half of the pig oil to him.


    The vegetable farmer also smiled, as if he had taken a great advantage. He thought about Chungu, and sure enough, she still thought of me, knowing that I couldn''t eat too greasy things.


    Looking inside, it''s a fish stall. Seeing that the business was light, the strong fisherman simply picked up two grass carp, descaled and ripped out the internal organs. At least he rinsed in the water, tied it with a grass rope through the gills, carried the grass carp in one hand and his own wine gourd in the other.


    "Change pancakes!"


    He didn''t say a word more.


    The butcher''s mother-in-law gave him a white look and said, "wait!"


    The fisherman squatted down at the stall and threw out the two cleaned fish, which happened to fall in the bucket next to the butcher''s mother. He squatted down to drink and waited for the pancakes to come out of the pot. He glanced at the laughing butcher and said coldly, "I don''t understand why Chungu married you? I thought she would marry the vegetable seller even if she didn''t marry me. At least he was smarter than you! But unexpectedly, she chose you."


    "My life is good."


    The butcher still laughed and didn''t look angry at all.


    The fisherman shook his head reluctantly and handed over the wine pot. After eating the pancake, the butcher quickly wiped his hands on the apron, as if he was afraid of soiling the fisherman''s wine pot. He took it and drank it carefully. He smashed it. His mouth aftertaste was very intoxicated and enjoyed it. But instead of taking a second sip, he handed the wine pot back.


    "Don''t you dare drink more?"


    The fisherman sneered.


    The butcher smiled awkwardly and said, "Chungu said that I would have a sip of wine one day."


    At this time, it seems that the spring aunt of pancake inadvertently saw the old lame, and then smiled and asked, "lame master, what do you want to exchange your northwest burn for today?"


    The old lame man naturally said, "naturally, it''s for a pancake."


    Fang Xie stood not far from them, subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows and said to himself, "the relationship is really chaotic..."


    ……


    ……


    The only clean place in this market is the stall selling wonton, although it seems that the cook who makes wonton is not clean at all. The apron in front of him was too dirty to see its original color, and the mud in his fingernails was as black as a layer of coal face. I don''t know how someone bought the wonton he made, and there were a lot of people buying it.


    The two tables were put together and sat around more than ten people.


    Fang Xie looked carefully at the people in front of him and sighed in his heart, hoping that the old lame was not playing with himself.


    Butchers, vegetable farmers, fishermen, cooks, salesmen, bartenders, Liba, smokers, fortune tellers, and spring aunts.


    It''s all kinds. It doesn''t look like an expert.


    But it can be seen that the old cripple knows and respects them very well. When talking, although he was full of dirty words such as what the fuck to you - Mom, he showed a sense of non affectation. Sitting among these people, Fang Xie felt as if he had come from Mars. He looked so clean that he didn''t know what to do.


    "OK"


    "Good"


    "Make do"


    "A little"


    "Reluctantly"


    These people muttered these words and looked at the solution carefully like animals. Fang Xie has no doubt. If they like, they can strip themselves off in the next second to see if the meat is good. In particular, the thick woman named Chun Gu looked at Fang Xie most carefully, and she was obviously the common dream lover of these men. Her eyes moved inch by inch on Fang Xie''s body, and Fang Xie even illusion that she couldn''t hide anything from her underwear.


    The reason why there are those comments above is because the old lame made a point.


    "He is the heir of the prince."


    Then these people stared at him. Although there was some dissatisfaction in the comments, at least they didn''t seem to have any disgust. Perhaps in their view, loyal Prince Yang Qi is a demeanor that does not belong to the world, so no man can compare with him. Fang Xie looks slender but not thin, beautiful but not masculine. In the eyes of women, he should be regarded as a symbol of a beautiful man. In the eyes of these people, he barely managed to live up to his reputation as a loyal prince.


    "How do you prove that he is?"


    The fisherman asked the old cripple.


    "What I say is naturally proof. Do you think I will lie?"


    The old cripple answered, eating pancakes and wonton.


    "That''s not true."


    The fortune teller brushed his lips and said, "you are not an honest gentleman. Cheating is not something you can''t do. We don''t believe it unless there is no evidence..."


    The old lame man glanced, "unless what?"


    The fortune teller looked at Fang Xie''s face seriously, then stretched out his hand and said, "unless you let me touch the bone, come on, come on, let me touch."


    "Bah!"


    The old cripple spat and scolded, "who doesn''t know you''re masculine?"


    The fortune teller blushed, looked at Chungu and said angrily, "who told her that she had to choose the butcher fool instead of me? Since then, I have no interest in women unless Chungu marries me again."


    "Shut up!"


    Chungu scolded, looked at Fang Xie and asked, "what can you prove that you are the descendant of the Lord? Things are also successful and accomplishments are also successful. Come out and let us have a look. Don''t worry, it can''t be fake, and fake can''t hide us!"


    Fang Xie was silent for a moment, then shook his head and answered seriously, "No."


    "No?"


    Chungu frowned and asked, "then why should we trust you?"


    Fang Xie thought for a moment and said, "to tell you the truth, Shifu and I only spent a very short time together in fan Gu in the northwest. I don''t know why Shifu chose me as his successor, and didn''t pass me anything that can prove my identity."


    "What kind of son of a bitch is that?"


    The vegetable farmer scolded in a low voice. It was obvious that the other party had some resistance.


    "Lame master, where did you pick up such a little white face? It''s a man who wants to pretend to be the heir of the Lord. Are you stupid in tea?"


    The fisherman muttered discontentedly.


    "Lame master, you didn''t just pick up a young childe from the brothel to cheat us to eat and drink? Did he honor you with a pot of Northwest cooking or a pair of white buttocks?"


    Liba asked, chewing a piece of cabbage pulled from the vegetable farmer''s stall.


    The old cripple looked at Fang Xie, but he didn''t seem to mean to help him out. He seemed to enjoy watching some disgusting pancakes, raw lard and wonton made by those black hands in Fang Xie''s eyes. Fang Xie knows what it means that the old lame doesn''t extricate himself. If he wants these people to recognize him, he has to find a way by himself.


    "I can''t find anything to prove my identity, because Shifu didn''t give me anything. The only thing I gave was a small gold pill, which I ate. But if you just refuse to believe that I am the descendant of Shifu, I will still use my own way to make you believe."


    "What can I do?"


    Asked Chungu.


    Fang Xie smiled and said, "when I was in fan Gu, I once asked Shifu how to make people believe what you said? Shifu said to be reasonable. I asked again, if the other party doesn''t listen to you. Shifu said, it will beat him to believe you."


    "So..."


    Fang Xie stood up, slowly took off his robe and said, "are you going together or fighting one by one?"


    "Eh?"


    The only woman among the ten, the girl who called Chungu, gave a sigh of relief, and looked at Fang Xie''s eyes slightly changed. She tutted and said, "it looks a little like it now."