MTL - Number of People-Chapter 4 Qi Luqing is a once-in-a-lifetime dude
Chapter 4 A-character volume Qi Luqing Wei, the once-in-a-thousand-year life of a dandy must be preserved
The carriage rattles by.
The outer city was lined with shops and densely populated. When the time came, even if it was blocked for half an hour, it might not be possible to walk a mile. Therefore, a group of people simply detoured from the Weiwu Gate, the east gate of the outer city, and walked outside the city to the pier.
"Brother Keng, I'm afraid this is the first time you've come 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 master is now the sole descendant of the three families of the Feng family, and only the third master survived among the three brothers of the previous generation.
The elder master and the second master, one fell off a horse in the confrontation with the Mongolian Tartars and even failed to recover the whole body, while the second master was ill-fated and saw that he was going to be awarded an official with military merits, but he was suffering from the epidemic and lay on the bed. After struggling for several months, he finally died.
"When I was three or four years old, I didn't remember anything. I came back with my mother once, and this time is also the second time." Feng Ziying said honestly: "I just heard what my mother said, so I don't remember it at all."
"This Linqing City is a good place. If the master wants to find leisure in the future, it is a good place to go." Feng You squinted his eyes and looked ahead, which is the west gate of the outer city.
Affixed to the city gate is a large stream of cloth banners, which are supported by bamboo poles, and more are made of reed grass and bamboo and wood.
A thirst-quenching tea stall, piles of black dates, vegetarian food stalls, and several pack carts leaning against two mature oak trees.
A porter was vigorously waving the dark sweat towel in his hand and yelling something. It is estimated that he could smell the sour smell of sweat from a distance of several feet.
A large group of Zilifu were under the willow tree, seeming to be clamoring for something, occasionally there would be a few high-pitched scolding voices, and there was another burst of commotion.
It seems that there is some chaos on the pier, but it is not quiet in the past, but the situation is a bit different today.
Although I feel that the situation on the pier is not quite right, Feng You is not familiar with the situation here, and he has not been to Linqing a few times in the past, but he has stayed on the frontier fortress for a long time, and he feels a little uneasy The excessive restlessness made him extra sensitive.
He tightened his crotch horse, supported the narrow-edged waist knife wrapped in a cloth knife bag at his waist, and turned back calmly: "Brother Keng, something is not right."
"Ah?" With a swish, Feng Ziying withdrew her 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 looks like something will happen on the pier." Feng You was also a little nervous.
Master only has such a single seedling son, and this is just a trip back to his hometown. He thought the journey would be safe and peaceful, but even so, he arranged for himself to take care of him.
"Is it time to board the ship?"
Feng Ziying is very aware of her own situation. An eleven-year-old boy, don't plan to have any earth-shaking abilities. These days, everyone is uneasy. If he gets an illness, he will die if he doesn't get it right, let alone what happened to him. War chaos.
My two uncles also had three sons and daughters, but none of them could grow into adults. Even I had an older brother who died before the age of one. That is to say, I was lucky enough to survive the cold and become Linqing Feng. I am an only seedling who lives in the city of Beijing.
Under such circumstances, I came to my hometown in Shandong by myself. Originally, my mother resolutely refused to agree, and it was because my father couldn't get away because of Kaifu that he had no choice but to let me make this trip.
I also thought that walking the canal and waterway from the capital to Linqing would not be too hot and hard, so I reluctantly agreed, but I never thought that I would encounter trouble in this old house.
Feng You didn't make a sound, just shook his head.
There are already a lot of people around the pier, surrounded by groups of three or four who seem to be the leaders, one of them is waving his arms and shouting something, and several people are muttering in series among several crowds .
A few piles of debris packed in straw bags were thrown in a mess on the pier next to the road, blocking the road.
Two men in brown and short shirts were wiping sweat and cursing, and by the way, opened the skirts of their clothes, revealing a bunch of black-haired chests, while sitting on the straw bag and looking around.
Two groups of people have been blocked on the road.
The first batch is several bundles of three-suo cloth carried by two donkeys, and it seems to be a small cloth merchant.
There is another group of people who presumably are two brothers, with thick arms and strong legs, driving two trucks pulled by mules. It seems that they are pulling a cart of black dates. This is a specialty of Linqing Prefecture. It seems that they are going to the wharf for delivery.
"Brother Ma, you can't blame us. The steward of the tooth shop said that nothing can be moved on the pier today, regardless of loading and unloading ships or entering and exiting warehouses. As for this one, don't even think about it." , it’s all blocked there.”
"Brother Lu San, what happened to make such a big fuss?"
The two brothers who gave the black dates were obviously acquaintances. While smiling, they casually poked in from the straw bag with a hole in it, grabbed a handful of black dates, and handed them to each other.
"It's not worth a few bucks, try it."
"Second brother, it's hard to say, the people on this pier are all rioting, we don't know, we only know that this intersection has been sealed off, the head of the house, the people in charge are all over there, it's like a chicken with no head,..."
Took the Wuzao and dropped two of them into his mouth, saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his voice lowered a bit: "If you're not in a hurry, go back first, I'm afraid something will happen."
"We have made an appointment with the owner..." The other young man was obviously in a hurry, and was about to speak, but was grabbed by his brother, turned his head and whispered: "Thanks, let's go, go back!"
"Brother!" The young man was in a hurry. The two shipments of Wuzao to get back the payment can be called the dowry money for his wife, and it was all at the pier.
"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 already emerged from the southwest corner, which is what he fears most.
Feng Ziying's eyes moved with Feng You who had already stood on the shaft of the car, covering his forehead with his hand, looking southwest.
Feng You's complexion has become ugly, the slight twitching of the corners of his mouth and the rolling eyes seem to be making a difficult choice.
Before he made a decision, there were already some slight vibrations on the ground. Obviously, the two brothers of La Wuzao often ran outside, so they immediately turned their gazes to the west.
Through the low earth wall, you can roughly observe a floating piece of yellow dust rolling up in the half sky to the east.
The scorching sun was shining brightly in the morning, and there was no wind on the riverside. Looking at the wilted willow branches on the riverside, except for the large-scale movement of livestock or people, I can't think of any other dust. What can make such smoke and dust roll in the wild.
Feng You had already sprinted on the shaft of the car and jumped onto the roof of the carport. From the roof of the carport, he jumped directly onto the earthen city wall. He stood on the crenel of the wall, standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance.
Feng Ziying and the boy servant Ruixiang beside him were a little pale.
Even if Feng Ziying's mental age is over forty years old, but in this different time and space where you shout every day and the earth is not working, so what if you have thousands of miles of beauty in your chest? Who believes in you, who listens to you?
With a single stroke of the knife, his head was about to fall to the ground, and the dandy life he longed for was about to end before it even started. Thinking of this, Feng Ziying couldn't help shivering: "Uncle You, what happened?"
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