Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

You're being quite impolite.

Bai Li remained silent, staring at Wang Mazi for a while, but didn't take it to heart.

Wang Mazi wasn't wrong. If they were really in danger, he actually hoped that the villagers wouldn't bother calling his name.

The farmer asked in a low voice, "Wouldn't this be too much trouble for Young Master Bai?"

Wang Mazi nudged the other person's shoulder and said irritably, "I was just saying that to put your mind at ease, understand?"

"If we're going to call on Young Master Bai for everything, what's the point of having us people here?"

Don't worry.

"We've been here for so long; if they really wanted to arrest us, they would have done it long ago. Why have they dragged it out until now?"

The farmer's expression softened slightly upon hearing this.

You don't need to do it yourself.

Wang Mazi squinted at the dwindling crowd ahead: "However, it's not wise to follow them any further. Once we cross that intersection, we'll separate from them."

"Why?" Butcher militia asked.

"If we follow them for too long, we won't look like strangers anymore," Wang Mazi said, pursing his lips. "We're here to gather information. With them ahead, our attention will be drawn to them, making it easier for us to do our own thing."

"See that intersection up ahead?"

"After you get past there, you guys head east, and I'll take Old Liu for a walk around the area."

Old Liu pointed to himself: "Me?"

Wang Mazi glanced at him sideways: "Otherwise what? Your face looks honest. When people look at you, they'll think you're some kind of itinerant butcher. They won't be wary of questioning you. If you help me, it'll be easier to question you if you show your face!"

Old Liu touched his face: "Is this considered a skill?"

"Of course it counts," Wang Mazi nodded seriously. "For us spies, the most important thing is to make others think you're incompetent."

"The more inconspicuous, the better."

Old Liu seemed to understand, but not quite.

Wang Mazi withdrew his gaze.

"Walk."

"Once we get there, let's find a place to eat and also get a feel for what Linjin County has to say."

……

After walking for a while, the leather-armored soldiers turned a corner at the street corner.

Wang Mazi and the others stopped following, deliberately slowing their pace and pretending to be attracted by a cloth stall next to them.

Once the soldiers had completely disappeared from sight, he casually winked at someone to the side.

"Let's go!"

The two quickly blended into the crowd on the other side and arrived at a rest stop on the street.

Wang Mazi stood at the door and glanced around.

Those sitting inside were mostly traveling merchants and porters, porters hired by local brokers, and a few traveling merchants driving mule carts.

This place is the best.

People are diverse, and so are their opinions.

Sit down and have a couple of bowls of tea, and you can hear all sorts of news.

Wang Mazi led Lao Liu inside and found a seat against the wall.

"Waiter, two bowls of tea, and two more cakes."

"Okay!"

Not long after, the tea and cakes were served.

Wang Mazi wasn't in a hurry to ask questions; he just slowly munched on his pancake while keeping an eye on the sounds around him.

"The county's checks have been really strict lately!"

"That's right, especially recently, people entering the city are being checked much more thoroughly than before."

"I don't know what it's for."

"What else can we defend against? Bandits from Shaanxi, of course. I heard there's a lot of trouble with refugees in the west, so they've all come to Shanxi!"

"The county is afraid that someone might sneak in, so they tightened the checks."

"Tsk."

"Wouldn't it be better if they stayed in Shaanxi? Why did they have to come to Shanxi and cause trouble?"

"What does it matter to us whether things are chaotic in Shaanxi or not? Now that they've come, they've made everyone here panic too."

"you do not say!"

"These bandits even rob villages."

"If they only robbed the wealthy, that would be one thing, but they're starving, they don't care who you are!"

"A few days ago, a distant relative of mine came back from Puzhou and said that he was afraid to walk alone on the road, for fear of running into those bandits."

One of the traveling merchants, who had remained silent until now, put down his teacup, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "What you've said isn't wrong."

"However, the county is not only guarding against those bandits."

"What else could it be?"

The group looked at him with suspicion.

The merchant hesitated for a moment, just about to speak.

"And there's a group of immortals..."

"shut up!"

A local man sitting next to him suddenly changed his expression and reached out to grab his arm.

"Are you out of your mind?"

The merchant was startled and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Is it okay to say things like that in public?"

The local man lowered his voice and glanced around furtively. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If someone with ulterior motives hears this, you'll be in deep trouble. At best, you'll be arrested and questioned at the county office; at worst..."

He gestured with his hand in front of his neck.

The traveling merchant turned pale with fright: "I... I was just saying it casually."

"Don't say things like that again."

"Okay, okay."

Wang Mazi lowered his head and picked up his teacup.

To guard the border, you need sharp eyes and keen ears, otherwise you might be struck by a stray arrow at any moment and die without even knowing how.

As the word "immortal" was written, his ears twitched almost imperceptibly.

coming.

It seems that not only the county magistrate knew, but even the common people in the streets knew, and quite a lot of them did.

But, are we not allowed to discuss it?

Wang Mazi thought for a moment, smiled, and moved closer.