Scroll A, Qilu Qing is unfinished, Section 3 The once-in-a-lifetime playboy life must be preserved
The carriage rattled by.
The outer city is lined with shops and densely populated. Even if they are stuck in traffic for half an hour, they may not be able to get out of a mile, so the group of people simply go around from the east gate of the outer city, Weiwumen, and walk outside the city to the pier.
"Brother Keng, is this your first time back?" Feng You saw that Feng Ziying seemed a little uneasy in the carriage and found it interesting. Brother Keng was not like this in the past.
This man is now the sole heir of the three Feng families. In the previous generation, only the third master survived. The eldest master and the second master fell off their horses in the battle with the Mongolian Tatars and were not even able to recover their bodies.
However, the second master, who was in bad luck and wanted to be awarded military honors, contracted an epidemic and struggled on the bed for several months before finally dying.
"When I was three or four years old, I didn't remember anything. I came back with my mother once, and this time was also the second time." Feng Ziying said honestly: "I just heard my mother say it, but I have no memory at all."
"This Linqing City is a good place. If I want to find some leisure time in the future, it will be a good place." Feng You squinted his eyes and looked ahead. In front of him was the west gate of the outer city.
Next to the city gate is a large strip of cloth flags, supported by bamboo poles, and more are made of reeds and bamboo wood.
There is a thirst-quenching tea stall, a pile of black dates, a vegetarian snack stall, and several pack trucks leaning against two mature oak trees. A packman is dancing hard with the darkened sweat towel in his hand.
He was shouting something, and I guess he could smell the sour smell of sweat from a few feet away.
There were a lot of people under the willow tree, seeming to be noisy about something. Occasionally, they would burst out with a few high-pitched scoldings, and then there would be another burst of noise.
There seemed to be some chaos on the pier, but it was not quiet in the past, but the situation was a little different today.
Although he felt that the situation on the dock was not quite right, Feng You was not familiar with the situation here. He had not been to Linqing a few times in the past. He just stayed on the border for a long time and felt a little uneasy.
The restless aura made him extra sensitive.
He tightened the Jianma under his crotch, held up the narrow-edged knife wrapped in a cloth pouch on his waist, and turned back calmly: "Brother Keng, something is not quite right."
"Ah?" With a swipe of his hand, he withdrew his hand from the snow-white cat, and Feng Ziying suddenly leaned forward, "Uncle You, what's wrong?"
"Well, it's hard to say now. It seems like something is going to happen at the dock." Feng You was also a little nervous. The master only has such a sole son, and this is just a trip back to his hometown. He thought that the journey would be safe, but even so, he still arranged for himself to come.
I was taking care of him, but I was worried about any accidents, but I didn't expect that I would actually catch up with him.
"Is there time to board the ship?"
Feng Ziying knew her own situation very well. For an eleven-year-old boy, don't expect to have any earth-shaking abilities. There is no peace everywhere these days. If you get a disease, it will kill you, let alone what will happen to you.
War.
My two uncles also had three children, but none of them could grow up. Even I had an elder brother who died before he was young. It was because he was lucky that he survived a cold and became Linqing Feng.
I am an only child who lives in the city of Beijing.
Under such circumstances, my mother originally refused to come to my hometown in Shandong. It was my father who had no choice but to make this trip because of Kaifu's affairs.
, walking all the way through the canal and waterway didn’t worry about the heat and hard work, so I reluctantly agreed, but I never thought that I would encounter trouble on the doorstep of my hometown.
Feng You didn't say anything, just shook his head.
There are already many people gathered around the pier, and there are a few people who seem to be the leaders in small and small groups. One of them is waving his arms and shouting something, and there are several people who are mumbling in series among several groups of people.
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On the pier on the side of the road, there were piles of debris packed in straw bags scattered across the road, blocking the road. Two men in brown shirts wiped their sweat and cursed, and unzipped their clothes.
, revealing a tuft of black hair on his chest, while sitting on the straw bag and looking around.
Two groups of people were already blocked on the road. One group was carrying several bundles of three-spindle cloth on two donkeys. It looked like it was a small cloth merchant, and the other group was probably two brothers, with thick arms and strong legs.
They were driving a truck pulled by two mules. It looked like it was pulling a load of black dates, which is a specialty of Linqing Prefecture. It looked like it was going to the dock for delivery.
"Brother Ma, you can't blame us. The steward of Yahang said that no movement is allowed on the dock today, not to mention loading and unloading ships or entering and exiting warehouses. As for this one, don't even think about it.
, everything is blocked over there.”
"Brother Lu San, what happened to cause such a big fuss?" The two brothers who delivered the black dates were obviously familiar with each other. While smiling, they casually reached in and grabbed something out of the straw bag with a hole in it.
A handful of black dates came and he handed it to the other party, "It's not worth a few bucks, give it a try."
"Second brother, it's hard to say. The people on the pier are making a fuss. We don't know. We only know that the intersection has been blocked. The bosses and managers are all over there. They are like headless flies..."
He took the black dates and threw two into his mouth, saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but his voice was lowered a bit: "If you are not in a hurry, go back first, I am afraid something will happen."
"We have made an appointment with the owner of the cargo..." Another young man was obviously a little anxious. Just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by his brother. He turned his head and whispered: "Thank you, let's go back!"
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"Brother!" The young man was anxious. After these two shipments of black dates, he was able to get back the payment for the betrothal gift of his wife, and he arrived at the dock.
"Hurry up and look over there!" The older man's face has turned slightly pale, but his eyes are chasing the distance. A wisp of black smoke has emerged from the southwest corner. This is what he is most afraid of.
Feng Ziying's eyes followed Feng You, who was already standing on the carriage shaft, covering his forehead with his hands and looking toward the southwest.
Feng You's face had become ugly. The subtle twitching of the corner of his mouth and the rolling of his eyes seemed to be making a difficult choice. Before he could make a decision, there were some slight vibrations on the ground. The two brothers of Lawu Zao obviously
He also often runs outside and quickly turns his gaze to the west.
Through the low earthen wall, one can roughly observe a floating cloud of yellow dust rising half of the sky to the east.
The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and there was not even a breath of wind on the river bank. Looking at the sun-dried willow branches on the bank of the river, I couldn't think of anything other than the movement of large-scale livestock or people to cause such dust.
What could cause such smoke and dust to roll in the wilderness?
Feng You had already stepped on the shaft of the carriage and climbed onto the roof of the shed. He jumped directly onto the earthen city wall from the roof of the shed. He stood on the crenellation of the wall and stood on tiptoes to look into the distance.
Feng Ziying and the boy servant Ruixiang beside him were both a little pale. Even though Feng Ziying's mental age was over forty years old, in this strange time and space where the sky is not responding and the earth is not working, so what if you have thousands of beautiful things in your chest? Who believes you and who listens to you?
With one pass of the knife, Da Hao's head was about to fall to the ground. The dandy life he longed for was about to end before it even started. Thinking of this, Feng Ziying couldn't help but shuddered: "Uncle You, what happened?"