On Liuye Street, there were many peddlers, porters, and people coming and going. However, Chen Ping'an and the others did not encounter any fights or brawls.
Weishui County City was not an ordinary small city; it was a county seat with orderly governance. Although there were many large and small Gang forces, everyone adhered to a tacit understanding, and unless absolutely necessary, no fighting would occur.
Well, at least, it was certainly so on the surface!
No matter how fierce the private conflicts were, they could only happen in private!
If a large-scale brawl were to occur in broad daylight, where would the Nanquan Lane Garrison Office put its Face? If such a thing happened, it would be a miracle if they didn't kill you!
Throughout the morning, nothing happened.
The Nanquan Lane Garrison Office provided lunch. After patrolling for a morning, Chen Ping'an, Monkey Head, and Da Shan returned to the Zhenfu Division for lunch.
Normally, they would all return to the Zhenfu Division to eat. After all, eating out cost money. It was better to save that money for other things!
Unless someone was treating, they wouldn't eat outside.
The food at the Zhenfu Division was neither good nor bad. There was one small meat dish with some oil, two relatively fresh vegetable dishes, and unlimited rice.
They got their food, found a spot, sat down, and started eating.
Having only eaten porridge in the morning and then patrolling the streets all morning, Chen Ping'an was naturally starving. He didn't know if it was related to him beginning to Cultivate Iron Cloth, but his appetite today was much better than usual. He ate three large bowls of rice before stopping.
This scene made Monkey Head a little surprised.
"Ping'an, what's wrong with you today! You're like a starving ghost reborn!"
"I didn't eat enough this morning, and I'm really hungry today."
Chen Ping'an chuckled.
"These dishes are truly tiresome. It's always the same few!"
Looking at the oily small meat dish, Monkey Head complained.
Among them, his family was the wealthiest, so he was pickier about the taste of the food.
Before Chen Ping'an could reply, Da Shan let out a very loud burp from beside him.
"Burp~"
"You brute!"
Monkey Head slapped Da Shan.
Da Shan gave a simple laugh and scratched his head.
The life he was living now was simply like a life of a deity to his family. He didn't have to do heavy labor, nor did he have to Face the yellow earth and turn his back to the sky; he just walked around with a saber and got food!
This was simply amazing...
Moreover, walking on the street was extremely imposing!
"The Chief Constable adults are so much better! They eat much better than us!"
Monkey Head put down his half-eaten meal, rested his hand behind his head, and sighed deeply.
For lunch at the Zhenfu Division, the official Yamen Runner and the unregistered temporary Yamen Runner received the same treatment. But at the Chief Constable level, the food was much better.
According to their usual observations, a Chief Constable could at least enjoy two meat dishes, with unlimited vegetable dishes. Moreover, these two meat dishes were not like their small meat dishes; they were completely rich, fatty main dishes!
"Envious?"
Chen Ping'an glanced at Monkey Head.
"If you're envious, why don't you go Cultivate the Martial Dao! The Chief Constables are all Martial Dao masters. Without sufficient oily food, how would they have enough Qi and blood to Cultivate the Martial Dao!?"
Upon hearing about Cultivating the Martial Dao, Monkey Head deflated.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm just not cut out for it! Da Shan can. Right, Da Shan."
"Hmm, I'm constantly practicing my strength now!"
Da Shan said in a muffled voice.
"Hahaha, Da Shan really has ambition! Keep practicing hard, and when you succeed, Ping'an and I will be very impressive."
Monkey Head patted Da Shan's shoulder vigorously, laughing.
"......"
Chen Ping'an watched their playful exchange, feeling reassured and full of drive.
Just at the Chief Constable level, one could enjoy a completely different food standard. What about the Squad Leader!?
The Squad Leader and Deputy Squad Leader of the Nanquan Lane Garrison Office had special servants deliver their meals daily. Whatever they wanted to eat, they would have it, with no limits on supply!
In Nanquan Lane, these two adults were everyone's heaven!
Food was just a small microcosm of the different levels; what it represented behind it was... power!
......
After eating, Chen Ping'an and the two rested for a while in the Zhenfu Division, then headed back to Liuye Street to patrol.
At noon, the sun was directly overhead. They said they were patrolling, but in reality, they weren't that diligent. They found a rather secluded spot, and the few of them half-lay under the shade of a tree, resting peacefully.
It was good to eat the Zhenfu Division's food! If they were other servants or laborers, how could they have such an opportunity to slack off and rest!
First, openly resting, then secretly slacking off, and finally, getting a monthly salary.
All in all, it was simply a huge gain!
Normally, Chen Ping'an would only rest for half an hour, to catch up on sleep. But perhaps he was tired from practicing Iron Cloth yesterday. He actually slept for nearly an hour.
When he woke up, Monkey Head and Da Shan were already chatting. After waking up, Chen Ping'an also joined their idle chat. Things like street anecdotes, and everyday gossip, new topics appeared every day, and although they spent a lot of time together, they never seemed to run out of things to talk about.
After resting for over an hour under the shade of the tree, they slowly got up and continued their patrol.
By this time, Liuye Street was much livelier. Even the ruffians who didn't appear much in the morning could be seen from time to time.
Some small-time hooligans who hadn't made a name for themselves would run away far in advance when they saw them patrolling with their sabers. But some old hands who had joined Gangs showed no fear when they saw them.
Of course, not being afraid was one thing, but no one was foolish enough to intentionally provoke them.
When they saw them, these ruffians either ignored them or nodded slightly as a greeting.
Things like specifically going up to greet them were extremely rare! Except for a few well-connected and ambitious hooligans, the others had no such interest.
After all, although they had official uniforms, they were just unregistered temporary Yamen Runner.
While walking on the street was impressive, ultimately, they didn't have much real power. When their shift ended, their waist tokens and sabers had to be returned.
To get the hooligans to actively greet or even curry favor with them, even Qin Tou might not be qualified enough!
At the very least, it would have to be those veteran Yamen Runner who had hopes of becoming Chief Constable!
Time flew by quickly during their conversations. Nothing happened that day.
Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Ping'an, Monkey Head, and Da Shan returned to the Nanquan Lane Garrison Office to report.
Even at this point, the three of them hadn't seen Qin Tou's Face.
When it came to slacking off, Qin Tou was the master. For them to sleep for an hour or two under the shade of a tree was simply nothing.
After returning their waist tokens and sabers, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways home.