Bianjing City has three floors.
The first level is visible. The East Market and the West Market are open day and night, and the grain-carrying ships on the Bianhe River are open day and night, with millions of people living there. Busy, noisy and lively.
The second level is visible but no one is watching. The case files of Dali Temple, the official documents of the Ministry of Revenue, and the letters circulated between various yamen are all recorded, and every transaction is beautiful.
The third level is invisible. It has no house number or household registration, and is hidden deep in the alley on the first floor and in the archives on the second floor. There are people here who correct people's accounts, pass on messages for people, eliminate disasters for people, and silence people's mouths.
This city is called "Shadow Club". Its existence is a tacit understanding between the first two layers.
Zhou Lingsu lived on the first floor, working for the people on the second floor, and stepped into the third floor. She started with a lost account book of a silk and satin shop, and found that what was under the account book was not money, but a sum of 30,000 guan to buy her life.
Lu Dongye, a judge in Dali Temple, was dragged into the water by her, and Liu An, a butcher in the meat market, blocked the knife for her. Three people turned the third floor upside down, and what they found was the hand that Zhou Lingsu's father had been pushed into the Bianhe River six years ago.
Easy to press with one hand. I dug it out and used it for six years.
It is common to help others to eliminate disasters, but it is always difficult to calm down one's own worries. A dream about Bianjing is three thousand miles away, and I will leave it to future generations to listen to.
Life has to go on. The smoke will not stop.
Intention: Constantly strive for self-improvement, the road is at your feet