The first scene of the old storyteller's book is about the first battle between the human world and the heaven, the battle of Qinglong Valley in southern Xinjiang.
This bloody battle, led by Ye Xiaochuan, with the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang and the foreign ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang as the main fighting force, kicked off the catastrophe.
The people of Middle-earth know very well about the Battle of Eagle Beak Cliff, but they don’t know much about the Battle of Southern Xinjiang where the mountains are high and the roads are far away and are not under the leadership of the Central-earth imperial court.
The imperial court's arrival report only reported that a battle occurred somewhere in southern Xinjiang, how many people were killed or injured, and that a great victory was achieved.
Along the way, Yuan Xiaolou has gradually become the assistant of the old storyteller.
She said: "Grandpa, why do we have to talk about the Battle of Qinglong Valley first today? The Battle of Qinglong Valley is not famous, so why don't we talk about the Battle of Eagle Beak Cliff? Let's talk about the story of Yang Sanlang, the soldier who suppressed the west."
The old storyteller pinched his beard and said with a smile: "Girl, you don't understand. The battle of Qinglong Valley in southern Xinjiang was the first confrontation between the human world and the heaven. In the history books a hundred, thousands, or ten thousand years later, it must be based on Qinglong Valley."
The great war served as the basis for this catastrophe
The beginning. Speaking of the battle in Qinglong Valley, we have to mention a peerless figure in the world of madness, the Bladeless Sword God Ye Xiaochuan. This son was originally a cultivation immortal of Cangyun Sect. He was one foot eight tall and one foot wide.
Zhangba, that's a serious shoulder capacity
Horse racing, you can stand a person on your fist..." "Grandpa, you are just talking nonsense. You are 1.8 feet tall and 1.8 feet wide. Isn't that just a big meat ball? Ye Xiaochuan's portrait is plastered all over the world. Here, you
Look, there are three portraits of him on the wall behind us. He is very handsome.
Grandpa, you can’t slander others who are as ugly as you because you are ugly!”
The surrounding audience burst into laughter.
A few dandy disciples seemed to find it interesting and began to throw copper coins and scraps of silver into the storytelling stall.
The job of picking up money is the work of giant pandas.
I saw the big panda panda grabbing the money on the ground and putting it on the plate. It looked so naive and made everyone burst into laughter.
Dacheng is indeed a big city. In a short time, they have already made several taels of silver. This makes the old storyteller and Yuan Xiaolou work harder to start storytelling.
The lively streets have nothing to do with Ye Xiaochuan.
Every time the old storyteller was telling stories along the way, he was just acting as a listener.
After practicing for nearly three hours, at noon, I slowly stopped and found that there were many listeners in front of the storytelling stall.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan standing up behind him, Yuan Xiaolou immediately poured him a bowl of tea and said: "You wake up, drink some water first, we will go to eat later!"
Ye Xiaochuan is eating well now. Yuan Xiaolou was afraid that Ye Xiaochuan would be hungry, so he urged the old storyteller to close the stall early.
Now that there are so many listeners, it is a good opportunity to make money. How can the old storyteller be willing to close his stall?
He casually grabbed some copper coins on the plate and threw them away.
Said: "Didn't you see that grandpa is working? He has hands and feet. When he is hungry, he goes to the street to sell some sesame seeds!"
Yuan Xiaolou picked up the copper coins and felt that they were not enough, so he grabbed a large handful and gave them to Ye Xiaochuan.
He said: "There is a sesame seed vendor selling sesame cakes a dozen feet away in front. Go and buy it yourself. We are right here. Buy more, and I will be hungry too."
Ye Xiaochuan said nothing and walked towards the sesame cake stall wearing a straw hat.
An old couple selling sesame cakes asked Ye Xiaochuan how many sesame cakes he wanted to buy.
Ye Xiaochuan gave them all the money in his hand, including three taels of silver.
The Coke spoiled the old couple and asked Ye Xiaochuan to wait for a while.
Ye Xiaochuan casually wrapped a sesame seed cake in oil paper and said while eating, "Don't be in a hurry."
Suddenly, he saw an acquaintance.
Yang twenty!
Yang Ershi rode a tall horse, followed by dozens of tough guards, and happened to stop in front of the sesame cake stall.
Of course he didn't recognize Ye Xiaochuan, nor did he want to buy sesame cakes, but walked into a shop with a high gate.
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the sign on the store: "Jiuzhou Grain Store" and knew that this was the Yang family's property.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't expect to meet Yang Ershi here. It seemed that he was here on a business trip to inspect the Yang family's property.
Ye Xiaochuan slowly chewed the sesame cakes in his mouth, and then said to the old couple: "Make the sesame cakes slowly, I will come over and get them later."
Then, he walked back to the storytelling stall, took out a pen and paper from the old storyteller's bamboo pole, hid in the corner and started writing.
When you meet other acquaintances, even Yun Qiyou, Yang Jiu, Baili Yuan, and Ye Xiaochuan, you can treat them as passers-by.
But Yang Ershi is a special person. Even if Ye Xiaochuan risks leaking his whereabouts, he must get in touch with Yang Ershi.
Yang Ershi was reconciling the accounts with the shopkeeper at the grain store.
The shopkeeper said: "My boss, this year is another good year in the Central Plains. There are still two months until the summer harvest. More than 30 grain stores here have vacated their granaries. We should be able to fill all the granaries." Yang Er
Shi said: "Uncle Yu, I feel relieved that you are here to harvest grain in the Central Plains. The situation in the world is turbulent now, and people's lives are not good. The price does not need to be too low. Give more if you can."
This time harvesting grain is not just about
To fill up our existing granaries, we also need to supply the civilian front lines and expand food reserves. The Central Plains is the granary of the world, and there must be no mistakes." Shopkeeper Yu nodded and said: "Don't worry, boss, I understand this.
Half of the taxes and grain collected by the imperial court were supplied to the army and half to foreigners. The important task of ensuring food for the people of China and for the people everywhere was mainly given to us.
There are several grain stores such as Jiuzhou, Qiankun, Sifang, etc. Our Jiuzhou Grain Store is the leader and we will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the imperial court and our employer."
Yang Ershi said: "After the summer grain harvest, autumn planting is immediately followed. The grain supply cannot be careless. If the people have no money left to buy planting grain, we can give it to them on credit first."
Shopkeeper Yu said: "I understand."
While the two were discussing state affairs, a subordinate came in and said, "Young Master, I have a letter from you."
"Letter? Sent by Madam?"
The man shook his head and said, "No, it was sent by a child."
Yang Ershi took the letter suspiciously, opened it, and his face suddenly changed wildly, saying: "Where is the person who sent the letter?"
The subordinate said: "It should be outside the door."
When Yang Ershi heard this, he immediately ran outside.
Both the shopkeeper and his subordinates were puzzled.
It seems that they don't understand how the young master, who has always been calm, suddenly became so impatient.
Yang Ershi ran to the door of the grain store and asked the guards guarding the door, "Where is the child who delivered the letter?"
The guards looked at each other and shook their heads.
Yang Twenty said: "Look for me immediately! We must find the person who sent the letter!"
He looked around at the people passing by on the street, but he didn't see the figure he was familiar with.
Then he looked down at the letter in his hand and murmured: "Master Ye, I know it's you, why don't you show up to see me?"
