Linchuan City is not big, with nine rivers running through it.
The third store east of Jiuhe Bridge is Wangji Grocery Store.
The shopkeeper, Wang Qiming, is in his twenties. He sells salt, sugar, and soy sauce on weekdays, keeps credit accounts for the neighbors, and manages the maximum number of candies a child can eat in a day.
There was an old sword leaning against the counter.
As for the name "Wang Jianxian"——
At first it was just a joke on Jiuhe Street.
Until one day, a bloody wooden box was fished out from under the bridge.
The missing accounting room, the blood-stained clothes that are hard to distinguish from fake, the inexplicable disturbance in the arena, the unreasonably low price of the cloth, the little escort who doesn't look right no matter how he goes...
Things came to Linchuan one after another.
Wang Qiming also gradually discovered that some things seemed to be just a quarrel between neighbors, and some things seemed to be just a few pieces of cloth, a few cargo boxes, and a trade route. But if you continue to look down those inconspicuous places, you can often see things further away.
Fortunately, there has never been only one Wang Qiming in Linchuan.
There are people at the county government investigating cases, people at Banxia Hall looking after injuries, people at Yuantong Escort Bureau recognizing the way, painters remembering people's faces, and teachers knowing the secrets in words.
There are also wonton sellers, blacksmiths, restaurants, and people who tell fortunes ten times but may not be accurate once...
Everyone lives their own lives, and occasionally meddles in other people's affairs.
The world is huge.
But for Wang Qiming, most of the time Jianghu passed by Wang Ji's gate.
Someone brings a case.
Someone brought an old letter.
Someone came to buy half a pound of soy sauce.
And the sword behind the counter will one day be unsheathed again.
