After a while, Yun Zheng's teapot was empty. After changing the water twice, the shopkeeper made another pot of tea.
"Brother Yun, you have such good tea, why don't you sell it? Brother, I'm in the tea business, why don't you come up with the secret recipe, and I'll take care of the rest. What do you think?"
Yun Zheng raised his thumb and said: "My dear friend, of course there is some business, but it is not possible now. The imperial court is exchanging this tea for war horses. With the current state of affairs, our plans to make a fortune can only be put on hold."
The fat man nodded in realization, raised his thumbs and praised: "I see, no wonder such a good thing has not been spread. Little brother Yun is dedicated to serving the country, brother, I admire you!"
With one word, Yun Zheng dispelled the bad ideas of those ambitious guys. As long as any business was tainted with national policy, no one would dare to make an idea. If the national policy was violated, their fate would be indescribable.
Duan Hong stood under the eaves of the teahouse, his eyes full of confusion. For some reason, Duan Hong always felt that this matter was Yun Zheng's handiwork. He was different from Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin was a monk, although he walked in
He is a man who lives in the countryside, but his understanding of the villagers is far less clear than that of a grassroots man like Duan Hong.
From the beginning, Duan Hong believed that there would be no rebellion in Chengdu Prefecture. The wealthy people may have thought that Chengdu Prefecture had a tradition of rebellion, but Duan Hong believed that the last massacre had already wiped out the courage of the villagers to rebel.
He and Yun Zheng had the same view. As long as the farmers did not rise up in rebellion, the weavers in the city alone could not make big waves. However, he was still frightened by the tragedy at Zhangjia Liang Store. When he saw
After the Lord Magistrate gave the order regardless, he suddenly had a clear concept in his mind. He connected the broken threads one by one, and finally pointed the finger at Yun Zheng.
He was extremely conflicted. As a policeman, Yun Zheng's actions were neither natural nor legal, but they were very humane.
A person who frequently resorts to things like rebellion is undoubtedly the sworn enemy of the Song Dynasty. Duan Hong, who comes from a family of police officers, should step forward and find out such a treacherous and evil person. Looking back at the street
See the smiling faces of the people carrying the grain. Such a thing cannot be done no matter what.
Seeing Yun Zheng sitting in the teahouse and talking loudly with others, Duan Hong left the teahouse sadly, tightened his belt, straightened the waist knife, and walked to Huaqian Street. His inspection area was transferred from Huanhua Creek to here.
It's not because the head catcher suddenly became nice to him, but because Huaqian Street is now a gathering place for brave and ruthless people, and three catchers have already died here for no apparent reason.
Duan Hong was not afraid, but was very happy, because Lingxi Pavilion was right here. Whenever he looked up at the building, he always felt very sweet in his heart.
At sunset, Duan Hong returned home and had a meal with his mother. The family is very frugal now and only eats two meals a day, especially in such a disaster year, and her mother only cooked a pot of porridge.
Seeing that his mother's rice bowl only contained clear soup, while his own bowl was half full of rice grains, Duanhong poured the porridge in the bowl back into the pot, stirred it vigorously a few times, and then filled two more bowls of porridge.
"Hong'er, you have to go on errands at night. What's the matter if you don't have enough to eat? Mom will go to bed soon, and eating too much is a waste." The old woman complained to Duan Hong while drinking porridge.
Duan Hong frowned and said, "Didn't I give you ten taels of silver a few days ago? The price of food has dropped today. You should go and stock up on more food. You are always hungry, which is not good for your health."
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Mentioning the ten taels of silver, the old woman's face was full of smiles, and she said with a smile: "You can't help but buy all the loose money at home and the money from the linen weaved a few days ago for my mother."
The brown rice has turned into brown rice. Look, there are two big jars full, enough for mother and son to eat until May. We dare not touch the ten taels of silver.
I'm trying to buy a yard here for my mother, you should have married a wife long ago, the money will be of great use and you don't dare to waste it casually."
Hearing what his mother said, Duan Hong was distracted for a moment, and the touching "Beauty Song" rang in his ears, but he soon came to his senses, shook his head, drank the gruel in the bowl in one gulp, and called his mother.
After saying hello, he hung up his sword, opened the dilapidated door and walked out. The sky was already full of stars.
Duan Hong tried hard to straighten his back on the street. His thin clothes were not enough to withstand the cold, but he still persisted. No matter where else he could be obscene, he never wanted to be obscene on Huaqian Street. His mother said
, A person with a straight back is still a human being, no matter how shabby his clothes are, and a human being must stand upright.
The Zhangjia Grain Store was robbed, which made the wealthy people in Chengdu Prefecture still very nervous. Angry wind lanterns were hung on the walls of every house, and occasionally the sound of barking dogs could be heard.
Huaqian Street is not long, only half a mile. After walking back and forth three times, the little porridge Duanhong drank in the evening was gone. His stomach was rumbling, but this was nothing to Duanhong.
, I have been accustomed to being hungry since I was a child.
So, he once again tightened his belt, held his sword and leaned in a dark corner, looking at the brilliant lights on Lingxi Pavilion and thinking about it. The business of Lingxi Pavilion was very bleak these days, and it had been a while since he heard that wonderful song.
After waiting for a long time, the song still did not sound, but the lights of the surrounding houses were extinguished one by one.
Duan Hong planned to patrol for another week. When the tutuo banged the clapper three times, he planned to go home. Today's patrol mission would be completed.
As soon as I walked out of the dark corner, a window above my head suddenly opened, and a crisp voice came over: "Hey, little catcher, I see you have been guarding here for a long time. There are still three rice dumplings here you want."
don't want?"
After saying that, without waiting for Duan Hong to refuse, a small package was thrown down. Duan Hong hurriedly caught it. When he looked up again, he found that the window had been closed, and only the sound of women's play came from somewhere.
Duan Hong took the small bag. The rice balls inside were still hot. He was not polite. After opening it, he ate it deliciously. It tasted very good. There was also some icing sugar sprinkled on it. He ate two of them in one go. Duan Hong ate the rest.
I rewrapped one and put it in my arms, leaving it for my mother for breakfast tomorrow.
I don't know why. After seeing that little face, Duan Hong felt hot all over. He didn't know whether it was because of the food in his stomach or other reasons. His heartbeat was very fast. He hurried to the well and picked up half a bucket.
After drinking the water in one gulp, I felt a lot more comfortable. The bang sounded and it was already midnight. The window had also darkened and the sound of playing was gone. It was late at night and it was time to go to bed.
Duan Hong planned to go home after one more round of inspections. When he turned back from the street corner, he suddenly found that two black figures were climbing up the stairs of Lingxi Pavilion. Duan Hong crept in and carefully hid himself in the darkness.
in the corner.
I wanted to wait until the thief climbed up, and then I shouted loudly. In that case, the thief would be unable to escape. The thugs in Lingxi Pavilion were very fierce, which was recognized by the people of Chengdu Prefecture.
There was a sound of breathing behind him, and Duan Hong knew something was wrong, so he suddenly dodged to the side, and a sharp sharp knife slashed through his waist and ribs. Duan Hong clamped the knife tightly with his arm, bent his elbow with his right hand and slammed back.
Go, his attacker groaned, threw away the knife, and strangled Duan Hong's neck with a thin rope. He turned around and planned to carry the dead pig on his back. Once his neck was strangled by the rope and let him carry it for a few times, he would
His throat would have been cut by a thin rope. Fortunately, Duan Hong was alert and put his hands on his neck. The rope made of thin beef tendons cut into Duan Hong's palm like a knife. Duan Hong raised his feet and pressed hard against the wall.
After kicking, the force of the forward thrust immediately caused them to fall down together. Duan Hong, who broke free from the string, took out his short knife without thinking and thrust it into his ribs.
A scream sounded particularly loud in the long silent street. This was not the time to relax. Duan Hong plunged the knife in all the way and twisted it hard. He wanted the thief to scream again because of the pain.
If you speak louder, his throat has been injured and the pain is severe.
Seeing the lights in Lingxi Pavilion gradually brightening, Duan Hong climbed up from the thief's body and cut off the thief's hand tendons and hamstrings four times in a row, and then looked upstairs warily.
The Lingxi Pavilion was bustling with people. The window on the third floor opened and a long object was thrown out. With the help of the light scattered by the wind lamp on the wall, Duan Hong saw the little face again and jumped at it with a roar.
Fortunately, he hugged the thing, changed the direction of falling, and rushed out sideways.
Duan Hong, who was underneath him, fell heavily to the ground. The hard ground hit his internal organs and lungs with pain. Then the long object fell on his stomach. Duan Hong seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking.
, but due to the warrior's alertness, he rolled away while holding the object.
Did the steel knife hit the place where he fell just now? Sparks flew everywhere. Duan Hong let go of the quilt in his hand, lay on the ground, took out the knife from its sheath, and slashed it out horizontally. With a thud, the waist knife hit the thief's calf on the opposite bone.
It makes a sound like chopping wood.
Seeing that the steel knife chopped off by the thief was about to fall on his neck, Duan Hong turned over again and wanted to roll further, but was blocked by something. When Duan Hong turned his head to look, he found that
A peach-like rosy cheek appeared right in front of her eyes.
Duan Hong knew that his ribs were broken. Those two blows just now were the limit of what he could do. Now he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. But at this moment, he didn't seem to be very scared, and he even felt a little happy in his heart.
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The steel knife did not fall for a long time. He heard Hao Er's roar and the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the wind. His heart relaxed, and the severe pain drowned him like a tide... (To be continued)