Chapter 57: A Sad Promise
Even late at night, the liveliness of Dacha City has not passed away. The Mongolians and Us Tibetans not only did not leave, but became even more cheerful.
They sang and danced tirelessly. The drunken people fell on the ground and fell asleep. After waking up, they continued to party.
On this night, Yun Zhao listened to songs all night long.
The singing voice of the Us Tibetan people is vast and high, just like the snow-capped mountain plateau where they live. The singing voice is like a soaring eagle flying over the snow-capped mountains.
The Mongolian songs are low and hoarse, and the bass sound coming from the chest is as thick as the earth.
The most daring song Hui Hui sang with her ears covered, "Sister, please listen to me..." made the pregnant girl in Dacha City sleepless all night.
Compared with these, if the poems and songs of the Han people do not use iron plates and copper lutes to sing loudly about the great rivers going east, nor about iron men in the west roaring about the fall of the troops on the battlefield, they can no longer compare with the songs of these foreigners. Come on generously.
Singing quietly by the bridge and flowing water is most suitable for flowers in front of the moon, but it is not suitable for overpowering the crowd in such a messy place.
The bound little feet cannot dance the Hu Xuan Dance, nor can they dance the Horse Riding Dance, nor can they show the soaring posture of an eagle.
At dawn, Yunmeng, Yunhu, Yunbao, Yunyang, and Yunjuan came back. They were very tired...
The first thing they did when they returned to the grain store The first thing was to take a bath. After taking a bath, he immediately fell asleep...
Yun Zhao got up very early, sat at the altar table, and drank his spicy soup one mouthful at a time.
This is Hu spicy soup from Xiaoyao Town, Huaxian County. On weekdays, it only has a stall near the Drum Tower. Today, I specially came to Dacha City to open a stall, which gave Yun Zhao a better deal.
Fried dough sticks with spicy soup itself is one of Yun Zhao’s favorite breakfast methods. Since you can taste the ancient taste, you can’t let it go.
However, this bowl of spicy soup made him very disappointed... Apart from its reputation, the ancient thing is no better than the spicy soup that was gradually perfected in later generations.
Perhaps, the delicacies he once tasted can be called the accumulation of history. It is history that adds a more mellow taste to this original bowl of spicy spicy soup.
A bowl of spicy soup was placed by Yunmeng to his mouth, and the thick soup was sucked into his stomach like a giant whale sucking water.
The two rows of teeth are like guillotines. Whether it is fried dough sticks, fried dough cakes, or white flour cakes, they are all crushed by this guillotine.
"You are right in your prediction. Mingyue Tower has prepared four thousand taels of silver for reconstruction!"
"Has the silver been shipped out?"
"With the horses They were shipped out together and I hid it myself. Kuai Ma told Yun Xiao that Yun Xiao should have started digging for the silver and it would eventually be transported to the Yin tribe’s cemetery.”
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, Mr. Qian is very familiar with Mingyue Tower, which has half of its pavilions missing. The fire also destroyed it.The high-walled courtyard of Mingyue Tower was destroyed.
The time we spent in and out was very short, less than one stick of incense in total. "
"How many people died? "
"Seven! We are unscathed! "
"Are you injured? "
"My feet sprained when the clouds rolled through the skylight. ”
The sound of the Morin Khuur sounded in the ears again, and the sleeping Mongolians and Us Tibetans slowly got up, just like they were at the Naadam Conference, and the sound of music came to them before they were conscious.
Wherever there are Mongolians, there will be Morin Khuur players, and wherever there are Morin Khuurs, there will be Mongolian singers. For the foreigners on the grasslands, plateaus, and Gobi, every gathering is the most important day in life.
Their music only has a beginning and no end. Happy people gather together to rejoice and cannot continue. The happy people rode away and listened to the music.
Until the moron player and the lonely singer were left... Even so, they still had to pay homage to the gods, mountains and rivers who refused to leave. Play a song, and then lead the horse away in the bleak wind.
Who would have thought that it would take at least twenty hours to complete the famous movement "Twelve Muqam" in the Gobi Desert. .
Today’s Dacha City is different from the bustle of yesterday and the madness of last night. The foreigners who spent a lot of money also took out their goods today, singing and dancing while selling their goods.
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It was only at this moment that Hong Chengchou opened the blockade of Dacha City, and the Han people who were going crazy with curiosity swarmed in.
Yun Zhao looked away from the outside and looked at the waiting people. Yun Meng, who was beside him, said, "Whose property does Mingyue Tower belong to? Have you found out clearly? "
"Before his death, the murdered accountant said that Mingyue Tower was actually the property of the chief envoy Wang Renlong's family. "
"Wang Renlong...is that Wang Renlong who is called the "idiot"? "
"Exactly! ”
“Everyone says that this person likes the ways of Lao and Zhuang the most, likes to ‘make the people follow it’, and is the most lenient to the people. Only now do we know that this person is also a tiger and wolf-like figure. "
" Mingyue Tower is not only owned by Wang Renlong's family, but many of the women in it are beautiful girls selected from various places. This is related to Huang Mingliang, the eunuch of the Shibo Division.
Yun Zhao nodded and said: "Forget about this. Although our money and food are still not enough, we have done everything we can. After this matter is over, we will return to Lantian. Within three to five years, we will Will not come to Xi'an again. ”
After Yun Zhao finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out. Yun Meng saw this and followed closely. Yun Meng no longer knew what to say to his nephew.
He can warm people's hearts when he is kind, but he is ruthless when he is cold, and when he is vicious... he can issue silence orders at the age of seven
When I think of Yun Zhao when he first started in the night market. What he said, Yunmeng still remainsHis legs were weak. He never thought that Yun Zhao would still worry about the money for the Mingyue Tower renovation project when the immediate benefits were already great enough.
When they followed Yun Zhao's instructions and found the Mingyue Building accountant under the guidance of Qian Shaoshao, and achieved their goal when these people were caught off guard, and after seeing so much money, Yunmeng I knew that after tonight, the talker of the Yun Yin Clan has become Yun Zhao.
For bandits, whoever can make everyone rich is the natural leader. Even if he is not, he will be elected by other bandits who want to live a good life.
Yunmeng was very pleased when he thought that Yun Zhao was his nephew at a young age. Now, this child still needed help from his uncle.
When Yun Zhao found Hong Chengchou, the man had not slept all night and was walking in the new market early in the morning.
"Pig! Coming a hundred steps away, will it be beneficial to the court?"
"Official! Why talk about profit? The fish has already been caught in the net, just catch it with ruthless hands."
"Pig! Can this case be allowed?"
"Official! If you know moderation, everything is possible."
"Pig! You Yun's profit "How much?"
"Official! I can't earn half as much as you do!"
Hong Chengchou actually said with a polite gesture: "You should be satisfied, and you should be more grateful to me. Change to another official." , there will no longer be such a grand occasion, and you, the Yun family, will lose all your money!"
Yun Zhao bowed to the younger generation and said: "Your Excellency, you have revealed the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty!"
Hong Chengchou chuckled and said: "A child also knows about state affairs?"
Yun Zhao said with a smile: "The stars and the moon are rushing to collapse, and the dark clouds cover the sky, even a child knows how to be frightened!"
"Let me ask you about your ambition in life!"
"If you don't become a good person, you will become a rich man!"
"We are in this world, we are far away from each other, and we may not be rich for long!" "
"When you hear the chicken dancing!"
Hong Chengchou looked up to the sky and sighed, put his hands on Yun Zhao's shoulders and said: "They say that men should strengthen themselves. The road ahead is difficult, let's move forward. !"
Yun Zhao raised his head and met Hong Chengchou's earnest eyes, and said word by word: "If you are successful in this life, you will kill all the slaves!"
Hong Chengchou laughed: "That's what I meant!"
Yun Zhao raised his fat hand and said, "It's settled!"
Hong Chengchou's big hand patted Yun Zhao's small hand and said, "One word It's a deal!"
Just as Hong Chengchou was about to invite Yun Zhao to the nearby food stall to continue talking, a government servant hurried over and knelt down on one knee to report to Hong Chengchou: "Master Qi, last night, the moon was shining brightly. The building was robbed and killed by strongmen, and the four thousand taels of silver used to rebuild the Mingyue Building were robbed. The two accountants and the five guards were not alive!"
After hearing this, Hong Chengchou sneered and said: "Rebuilding a brothel, The chief envoy had four thousand taels of silver. The hungry people outside Xi'an were crying. The chief envoy only donated five taels of silver to repay the prefect. Hong is now serving the country.Raising food, unable to escape. "
The Yamen servant said in a dilemma: "Such a reply is hard for the magistrate to explain. "
Hong Chengchou gave a long laugh and left with his hands behind his back, leaving Yun Zhao and the government servant on the ground looking at each other.