Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

That evening, after Ning Yuan and his group came out of the Shichahai Ice Rink, they dispersed and went home.

The story of Ning Yuan stabbing the alley thug Tang Yong with a three-edged scraper had been fermenting for two days and was gradually known to all the thugs in the city.

Dongdan, Ma Qingyang’s home.

Although it was already evening, Ma Qingyang's home was still full of guests.

The fathers of both Ma Qingyang and Ma Hongbing belong to the faction that is currently in power, and Ma Qingyang's father is of a higher rank.

Therefore, at this critical moment, Lao Ma almost never returned home and stayed in Zhongnanhai for a long time.

Once he became so busy, Ma Qingyang was completely liberated. His house was of higher standard, with a spacious living room and four large bedrooms.

In addition, a secretary arranged by his father came to provide material support for Ma Qingyang.

This makes Ma Qingyang a great place for friends from all over the world to spend the night.

Ma Qingyang was waiting for a buddy tonight and was sitting on the sofa, frowning and smoking.

"Bang!" The door of Ma Qingyang's house was pushed open.

"Brother Yang! One of my buddies knows a few alley urchins. I treated them to a meal in the cafeteria at noon today, and I finally got some information about Ning Yuan!"

A tall young man with a ruddy complexion and wearing a military officer's wool coat pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw Ma Qingyang sitting on the sofa smoking, he hurriedly said.

"Fuck, there's finally news. Han Wu, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us now!"

Another naughty boy from the compound who was sitting on the sofa was very impatient. Before Ma Qingyang could respond, he started to urge him on.

"Manlin'er, let Wu'er take a breath. Hey, go get a glass of water!" Ma Qingyang said, pointing to a young man standing next to the big round dining table.

The young man quickly agreed and went to find a cup to pour water.

"Brother Yang, stop struggling. I'm not thirsty!" The officer, the troublemaker from the compound who came back panting, was called Han Wu. When he heard Ma Qingyang inviting him to drink water, he waved his hand.

Then he continued, "Brother Yang, I heard that Ning Yuan took a bag of things from those Buddhist monks on Zhushikou Street before leaving! Those alley urchins are all from the Zhushikou area. On the day Scar Yong was knocked down by Ning Yuan, they all saw him sneaking through the crack of the door!"

"Are you sure what that package is?" Ma Qingyang frowned and said again.

"It's hard to say. They said the bundle was wrapped in thick cotton cloth, and it was packed very tightly!"

"What the hell is the use of this news? It can't do anything to Ning Yuan!" Yu Manlin, another ruffian in a military officer's coat, came over and said.

"This grandson is really hard to deal with. He exposed Tang Yong's affairs these past two days, and the news was spread like a legend by the kids in each courtyard. It is said that many tough guys in the courtyards are trying to invite Ningyuan Zhong Yuemin, oh yes, and Zhang Haiyang to dinner!" Han Wu said helplessly.

"Zhang Haiyang! What a fucking bastard! His brother from the same compound had his arm broken, yet he still fucking hangs out with them every day!"

Yu Manlin is a bastard. He follows Ma Qingyang around and shows off every day. He has long since stopped caring about other people.

Ma Qingyang had respected Zhang Haiyang before, and Yu Manlin was not convinced at that time, but for Ma Qingyang's sake, he did not target him too much.

But now that Zhang Haiyang actually sided with Ning Yuan and his gang, he naturally didn't need to worry about anything anymore and kept cursing viciously!

"Manlin'er, just shut up and take a break. Zhang Haiyang! He needs to be taught a lesson! But he's not the focus right now. Let's all think of a way to deal with that bastard Ning Yuan! This is the most urgent task."

After interrupting Yu Manlin's curse, Ma Qingyang spoke to the dozen or so young men from the compound in the house.

"Wu'er, do you have any ideas?" Ma Qingyang looked at Han Wu who seemed to be hesitant to speak and asked hurriedly.

"Brother Yang, this is what I think. Although we can't be sure what Ning Yuan took from those Buddhist masters that day, the person is still there. Let's take people to Zhushikou early tomorrow morning and find those Buddhist masters and ask them, then we'll know!"

Han Wu quickly replied.

"That's the logic, but what if those Buddhas can't explain it? Then we still won't be able to deal with Ning Yuan, right? I heard that many people in the compound have been in close contact with Ning Yuan recently. It's probably unrealistic to rely on numbers to fight Ning Yuan!" Yu Manlin said after thinking for a while.

"Manlin'er, what's wrong with you! Does it matter what those Buddhas say? What's important is that as long as we capture them, they'll say whatever we want them to say!"

Ma Qingyang looked at Yu Manlin speechlessly. After scratching his big, green head, he said helplessly.

"As for the fact that they have so many people, this matter can be easily handled. Tomorrow I will go find my father's secretary and transfer a group of people from ***. I really don't believe how bold Ning Yuan can be!"

Ma Qingyang instantly had a plan in his mind.

Damn Ning Yuan, you dare to humiliate me, Ma Qingyang, again and again. I won’t be able to swallow this humiliation unless I kill you!

When Ma Qingyang thought of this, his expression even became a little ferocious.

.........

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, we slaughter chickens and go to the market!

When Ning Yuan got up early in the morning and rushed to the Chongwenmen Pigeon Market, he was a little dazed.

I haven't been to this market for only four or five days, why has it changed so much?

For an underground trading market to be so vigorous, prosperous and bustling, this is too much of a disregard for the importance of the people.

Ning Yuan sighed as he walked towards the market with big strides.

It is obvious today that all kinds of food and drink supplies are brought into the city from the countryside surrounding the city.

Some people carried a load on their shoulders, with two chicken cages woven from bamboo strips hanging on either side. Inside each cage were five or six plump roosters. (The hens were usually not sold; they were kept for laying eggs.)

Some people were driving donkey carts loaded with dozens of large cloth bags. They looked like the old man I met last time, also selling grain.

Some people sell candy, and some sell pork and mutton.

Even deeper in the place, there are people selling little sugar figurines.

As for snacks like candied haws, donkey rolls, and pea yellow, they were being loudly shouted out right at the entrance.

Ning Yuan finally caught up today.

What are you waiting for? Just buy whatever you see!