When it comes to playing crickets, Wang Xian doesn't understand at first, but his predecessor, Wang Er, was a libertine who grew up playing crickets. When he grew up, he was good at fighting cocks and dogs, Shuanglu Pai Gow, dice and Cuju...
Cricket fighting every autumn is the highlight of the year. As time goes by, we naturally have a lot of experience to say.
"It is said that this fabric, although it is a subtle thing, is composed of six colors: green, purple, yellow, black, white, and red. It is divided into thirty-six Tiangang stars and seventy-two earth evil stars, a total of one hundred and eight generals.
There are ever-changing and unpredictable opportunities..."
"Wow..." Black boy said in shock: "Sure enough, he has a great spirit!"
"The first is the phase insect. This is the first step in playing cricket. You have to find the most powerful one among hundreds of crickets."
"Hmm, then how should we get along with the insects?" The black boy nodded and said like pecking at rice.
"The ancients said that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. The first step to look for insects is to look at the environment." Wang Xian said: "Insects born in grass and soil must be lazy; those born between bricks and stones must be strong; and those born in the shade must be delicate.
, it will be bad to go to the sun; it is better to be in a remote place in a barren mountain."
"Then how do you deal with crickets in remote mountains and remote areas?" Hei Xiaozi said: "There are many crickets in remote mountains and remote areas, so there must be some advantages and disadvantages."
"Of course, there is a way to look at insects." Wang Xian hated that he was still young and had no hair on his mouth, so he couldn't stroke his long beard and look like a master. "From the appearance point of view, a cricket must have the 'four images', pincers
Like a centipede's pincers, its mouth is like a lion's mouth, its head is like a dragonfly's head, and its legs are like grasshopper legs."
"Wait a minute." Black Boy interrupted him quickly and said, "I'll find some notes to write down." He said to the store owner, "I'll just use pen and paper for all the trouble."
The shopkeeper also noticed that although this black man looked fierce and his followers were fierce, he was polite to others and had no airs, so he boldly said with a smile: "Opposite our shop is the same name as the Hangzhou Tower.
Suzhou Yunhe Tower. When you come to Suzhou, you must try their squirrel mandarin fish, clear jade, original shark's fin, snowflake crab fight... Anyway, there are too many. Why don't you two go to Yunhe Tower and order some?
Serve wine and food, and chat while eating..." Seeing the two people looking at him, the store owner shrank his neck and said with a grimace: "The shop is run on a small budget, and the two young masters chatted here, but no customers have come in for a long time..."
"Tell me earlier." Only then did the black boy understand what he meant. He pulled Wang Xian and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to that squirrel..."
"It's squirrel mandarin fish." Wang Xian smiled and said, "I'll treat you to eat..."
"Are you kidding? I'm learning from you today. Of course I have to treat the master to dinner." Without further ado, Hei Boy dragged Wang Xian into the Yunhe Tower opposite. It was still early and there was room in the building. Hei Boy wanted to
He checked into the private room upstairs, and without even looking at the menu, he ordered the specialty dishes to be served... Hearing this made Wang Xian burst into tears. Why did he seem to be a supporting character everywhere he went? It was so easy to meet someone who was not a pretty boy, but was still authentic.
Black, handsome and rich.
"Continue quickly," Hei Shuaifu asked for paper and pen from the restaurant, wrote down what Wang Xian had just said, and urged him: "What about beyond the four images?"
"The next step is to identify by color. The formula is 'white is not as good as black, black is not as good as red, red is not as good as yellow, and yellow is not as good as green'..." Wang Xian had a better heart than him, so he naturally used the skill of pressing the bottom of the box and said: "Also
There are five top species of crickets, called the "Five Uniques". Don't miss them if you encounter them. Among them, those with red heads, green necks, and golden wings are the first unique species; those with pockmarked heads, golden wings, white legs, and corresponding backs of the heads are the second unique species;
Those with a pockmarked head, a green neck with thick hair and silver wings are the three musts; those with purple heads and white dew, thick green collars, and purple wings with wrinkles are the four musts; those with black lacquer heads, gold lines or silver foreheads, green necks with hair, and black gold wings.
Those with white belly, white thighs and feet are the Five Unique..."
Wang Xian, who has a mouth that can bring the dead back to life, talked about the cricket scriptures, and even the middle-aged people nearby who had no interest in it listened with gusto. What's more, he has been interested in this since he was a child, but his family has always stopped him.
Rang Wan is a very unsatisfied black boy... Although he loves to play with crickets, he is still in the stage of blindly raising crickets. Listening to Wang Xian's explanation, he simply feels like hearing the voice of a fairy and cannot extricate himself.
Time flew by so fast that an hour passed before he knew it. The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and realized that it was already dark. He couldn't help but secretly said, "It's too late to play with things." He quickly whispered: "It's getting dark soon. Master, we have to go back."
"What's the hurry?" The black boy was walking into the alley after hearing this. How could he be so cut off?
"Master." Although the middle-aged man dotes on him, he doesn't just let him do whatever he wants. "How did you promise me?"
"Uh..." Hei Xiaozi said reluctantly: "It's rare for Uncle Ma to be so strict when he comes out."
"Young master, please invite Brother Wang to the post house as a guest tomorrow." The middle-aged man softened his heart and said, "You can just talk about the Insect Sutra for one day, and that's fine."
"Haha! Uncle Ma is the best!" The black boy said excitedly with a look of success: "Brother, where do you live? I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow morning."
"This..." Wang Xian looked confused: "I have something to do tomorrow, so I'd better change it another day."
"..." Hei Xiaozi said disappointedly: "I will leave Suzhou early the next morning."
"That's it..." Wang Xian thought for a long time with a constipated look on his face, and seemed to have made a lot of determination and said: "I will go to the post house to find you after I finish my work tomorrow, what do you think?"
"Then you have to hurry up." Black boy Qian Dingzhu Wan urged: "I won't go anywhere tomorrow, I will wait for you at the post house."
"I don't know when it will be yet." Wang Xian shook his head and said, "Don't delay your visit. Suzhou has the best gardens in the world. It's so easy to come here. It would be a pity not to see it."
"The garden is there, and it will look the same in the future." The black boy didn't care, clenching his fists and saying, "But after I learn the Insect Classic, I can show off my power in the autumn!" After a pause, he said eagerly: "What are you going to do?
, if it is convenient, I will accompany you."
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man immediately became nervous and his eyes were like swords, which hurt Wang Xian's eyes.
"It's inconvenient." Wang Xian quickly shook his head.
"Why is it inconvenient?" The black boy wanted to know even more.
"I have to go to the Yamen to do something." Wang Xian sighed.
"Oh..." The black boy then remembered which county in Hangzhou Wang Xian was a scribe, and couldn't help but wonder: "You are a scribe from Zhejiang, why do you still work across provinces?"
"Alas..." Wang Xian sighed again, thinking that your sister's black charcoal head must be strengthened, otherwise my spitting for an hour will be in vain. He said: "I'm in Zhejiang and there's a big turmoil. You should know
Bar?"
"Yeah." Hei Xiaozi nodded and said, "I originally planned to go see the disaster, but Uncle Ma wouldn't let me." When it came to business, Hei Xiaozi's expression became serious: "But if you are not in Hangzhou to provide disaster relief, why are you going to Suzhou?
"After a pause, he said: "You still go shopping and buy so many things..."
Wang Xianxin said you are not the same? But he said with a sad look on his face: "To tell you the truth, the disaster relief grains our county purchased from Huguang were detained by the Yansi Yamen when they were passing through Xushuguan."
He sighed and said, "That's exactly why I came here, so naturally I have to take care of it."
"You dare to deduct the government's disaster relief food?" The black boy frowned and said: "Is the Salt Transportation Department so bold?"
"This batch of grain was purchased by grain merchants through private means." Wang Xian explained: "If the government goes to other provinces to purchase grain, there is no precedent for this. Secondly, it has to be reported to the court. Thirdly, it is afraid of causing trouble.
Follow suit and cause unnecessary confusion."
"Yes." The black boy nodded and said: "Purchasing grain among the private sector is indeed more convenient. This is not an exaggeration. Besides, grain is not a contraband item. Even if it is, it is not the Salt Transportation Department's turn to mix it, right?"
"The Salt Bureau said we were carrying illegal salt!" Wang Xian said angrily: "Eastern Zhejiang is a salt-producing area and the price of salt is low. What kind of hammer do you want to sell illegal salt to eastern Zhejiang?"
"Hmm..." Black Boy thought for a moment and said, "The Salt Transportation Department must have found something, right?"
"It's even more ridiculous when we talk about this. On two batches of fifty grain ships, a total of twenty bags of salt, less than one hundred kilograms, were found." Wang Xian found that this black guy was really hard to fool, so he cheered up and said: "
A pound of salt in Zhejiang can sell for up to 200 guan. Even if the salt is picked up for free, you can only earn 20 guan... This is too insulting to me, a Zhejiang businessman!"
"Perhaps it's the sailors who work for personal gain. I often hear about this kind of thing," the black boy said thoughtfully.
"I can't deny this suspicion." Wang Xian said angrily: "So we have to let fifty grain ships be parked at the dock and be stolen and sold by them day and night! But the people of Fuyang are desperate for food and will soon have no food to eat!"
"That's not what I meant." Hei Xiaozi shook his head and said, "The case can be investigated slowly, but people should be detained instead of food. Disaster relief cannot be delayed."
"I hope the people in the branch office can be as wise as you." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he said with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to my brother."
"Haha, it doesn't matter." The black boy shook his head, looked at him and said, "To offend Brother Wang, everyone in the Salt Transportation Department has their nostrils turned upward. You are not even an official. Will they buy it?"
"I'm just a messenger." Wang Xian said with a wry smile: "There are handwritten letters from our feudal lord and Nedai."
"That's good." The black boy nodded, cupped his fists and said, "I'll be at the post house tomorrow, waiting for Brother Wang's good news!"
"Thank you for your good words." Wang Xian also said, cupping his fists.
"Goodbye now." The black boy went downstairs and left, accompanied by the middle-aged man.
Wang Xian stood upstairs, waving to the black boy, and after he disappeared at the street corner, he turned around and said, "Go home."
"What is this person's background?" Uncle Tian Qi almost burst into tears: "The person who can make your boy so attentive must not be an ordinary person."
"I don't know." Wang Xian shook his head.
"Ah?" Shuai Hui opened his mouth and said, "You don't even know what people call them, do you?"
"I really don't know." Wang Xian shook his head. "He doesn't want to tell, so I can't pry around."
"Then you are really..." The two of them were speechless. Are they so close? We had dinner together and chatted. They didn't even know what they were called.
"The more important people are, the more mysterious they are." Erhei said sharply: "When has my family ever done a loss-making business?"