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Chapter 585 Retribution is here!

The atmosphere of Tianning Festival is getting stronger and stronger.

Hua Rong took his younger sister, walking on the streets of Bianjing, watching the happy car pass by.

Those that can be used as music carts are basically pulled by oxen, covered with a layer of imitation tiger skin, and even decorated as rhinoceros or elephants that ordinary people cannot see. Playing and singing swagger through the market.

Around the music car, there are acrobats and performers, running dry boats, walking ropes, swallowing steel swords, wrestling and fighting, dancing horses and fighting cocks, tug-of-war through fire rings...

Hua Xiaomei walked more and more slowly, her eyes were dazzled, and she screamed excitedly from time to time.

Compared with these flowing music cars, the shops on both sides are also doing their best. On the color shed outside the main shop, there are lamp wheels, wrapped in silk, decorated with gold and silver, and colorful clouds. It is already extremely beautiful during the daytime. It's beautiful, and it's even more beautiful at night.

There is also a music and dancing team at the door of each house to attract business, and there are also women in Luo Qihua's clothes and fragrant powder gathering, singing and dancing in front of the door.

At this time, Huarong heard a song not far away. The tune seemed to be "Like a Dream", and the lyrics: "Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was violent, and the sleep was so heavy that the residual wine was not enough. Try the man with the curtain, but he said that the begonia is still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin."

Then I heard the comments from the people around me. It was a poem written by a young lady who was only sixteen years old. It was widely circulated in Shilin, and it was amazing in the literary world.

Although Hua Rong is extremely handsome, he is dedicated to martial arts, unlike some people who expect to pass the Jinshi exam, who is naturally not interested in the literary world, but just thinks the music is good, and then he is attracted by the gambling game "Guanpu".

The characteristics of the times must not be forgotten. In the middle and late Northern Song Dynasty, one of the benefits of the festival was that gambling could be carried out in a particularly open manner.

No way, gambling was still illegal in the Song Dynasty, which was open all day.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the "Song Xingtong" stipulated that all gamblers should hit one hundred sticks, and if they gambled a lot, they would be punished as the crime of theft.

The implementation of this law was very strict at the beginning. During Zhao Guangyi's period, some gamblers were found and executed directly, which can be called severe crackdown.

When Song Zhenzong arrived, a man passed the Jinshi examination. Before he had time to celebrate, he was reported as a fugitive. It turned out that he had been arrested for gathering a crowd to gamble. Later, he changed his name and surname to take the imperial examination. Fame, severely punished exile.

This kind of prohibition on gambling began to change in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the related penalties were reduced. Renzong liked gambling very much. He would play two games with court ladies when he had nothing to do. They all made fun of him, "The officials are too poor, and they are unwilling to give them all." Renzong replied very well, "Do you know whose money this money is for? It is not my money, but the people's money. I have used thousands of people's money today. Money", look, what an official considers the common people.

Due to too many jokes by literati in the Northern Song Dynasty, I don’t know if this story was fabricated by literati, but with officials taking the lead in gambling, the prohibition of gambling has gradually become a decoration, and gambling has flourished. Gradually, it is the same as eating beef, which is illegal in the criminal law. , but in reality, almost no one cares about it.

In the reign of Shenzong, "Guanpu" officially appeared.

The so-called Guanpu refers to all the things of the merchants, which can be sold or gambled. ", because "Bo" is too direct, the official word "pu" with the same meaning is used instead.

Such an activity that integrates business, entertainment and gambling became very popular as soon as it appeared.

According to official regulations, only the three major festivals, New Year's Day, Winter Solstice, and Cold Food, are the days when Guanpu is officially open. During these festivals, the Kaifeng government office will post a notice telling everyone that they can be closed.

But in fact, no one has ignored the official regulations for a long time. Not only before and after the Chinese New Year, Guanpu can last for about one or two months, and many people specialize in research to make a living. For example, in the Water Margin, "Fire Eye Suanni" Deng Fei The poem of praise on the stage said that he "was originally Xiangyang Guan Puhan", which means that Deng Fei used Guan Pu as his career before he became a bandit. Considered an Ogre Lord.

It was Tianning Festival, the birthday of the official family, and Guan Pu appeared in the streets and alleys in a grand manner, attracting countless people to watch, and the gambling products became more and more comprehensive.

"Clothing and gourmet food, calligraphy and painting utensils, tea and wine utensils, come rush! Come rush!"

"Singer and dancer girl! Rare gems and rare playthings! If you pay for it, you can get thirty for one wat (one pays thirty)!"

"The gambling house!!"

The last shout became the lore, and the crowd rushed over with a whoop.

Do you dare to think about gambling on a house in a place like Bianjing where every inch of land is expensive?
Anyway, Huarong, who is so poor, dare not think about it, so he took his little sister to avoid the arrogant place and came to his home field.

Shoot the color plate.

There are so many forms of guanpu, there are all kinds of them, and the most common one is tossing copper coins. Two or three coins are less, and eight or nine coins are more.

Huarong's favorite is this kind, a three-foot disc with hundreds of patterns such as birds and fish painted on it. The largest is no more than the size of a pinky finger, and the smallest is only the size of two beans. The shopkeeper rotates the disc, and the customers Use the needle with colorful feathers to shoot, and you can get different rewards according to the pattern after shooting.

Hua Rong didn't know that after a thousand years, this thing would become a dart played by many people, and it would also evolve into a ring game in temple fairs. He only knew that his best skill was coming.

At this moment in the store, the disc was already spinning extremely fast, several customers shot together, and one of them hurriedly shot all the arrows out.

"Fall! Fall! Cai..."

But before the disc stopped, the store reported the result. After the disc stopped, the onlookers saw that it was exactly right, and they couldn't help admiring it.

Hua Rong also nodded secretly for the shopkeeper's eyesight, while Hua Xiaomei confidently tugged on his sleeve, expecting her brother to show off his might.

Hua Rong spent three Wen to buy three colored needles which were the most difficult to shoot, and shot them out with a wave of his hand.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's expression changed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Come on! Catch! Catch!"

The surroundings were silent, and when the turntable stopped, there was a sensation immediately, because the three needles hit the pattern accurately.

Two were shot at a fish the size of a little finger, and one was shot at a bird the size of a bean.

"One mud boy! Two bowls of mutton soup!"

Seeing the faint pleading look in the shopkeeper's eyes, Hua Rong's heart softened. Considering that the other party was a small business, he didn't want to make things difficult, so he won a clay boy, that is, a doll, for his sister, and two big bowls of mutton soup, one for each. Bowl is enough.

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that Hua Rong had given up. Seeing other customers swarming over with the idea that I could do it with me, he grinned again.

After winning the lottery, I went to the restaurant next door to get noodle soup. The brother and sister sat opposite each other, and the younger sister Hua sipped the soup while playing with the clay baby, her face full of joy.

Whenever there is a festival, they, the families of the forbidden army, can experience the beauty of living in Bianjing. It is really the happiest time.

But in the past, I had to worry about the thieves from Wuyou Cave, but now I don’t have to worry about those vicious thieves, Hua Xiaomei couldn’t help saying: "Brother, apart from Wuyou Cave, all the sisters in the camp are grateful to you!"

Hua Rong was happy in his heart, and said humbly: "It's the contribution of Brother Lin and Judge Gongsun, I just made a little effort."

Hua Xiaomei shook her head, thinking that her elder brother was the most powerful, but she wondered, "Where is Judge Gongsun?"

Hua Rong's eyes dimmed suddenly: "Don't worry, Judge Gongsun will come back..."

The recent disappearance of Gongsun Zhao has caused an uproar in Bianjing.

Such a hero who wiped out Bianjing's century-old ills and wiped out all the thieves in Wuyou Cave suddenly disappeared, and all kinds of speculations naturally arose.

Some said that he was retaliated by the leader of the thief in Wuyoudong and unfortunately killed; He was seriously injured in Wuyou Cave, and went out to seek medical treatment...

Due to Gongsun Zhao's high reputation among the people, even many people from other prefectures came to pay respects to this hero.

But with the passage of time, not only did it not fade away, but people's sympathy and resentment became more and more intense. Nowadays, people spontaneously gather at the gate of the Kaifeng government office every day, waiting for Gongsun Zhao's return, but they never see him again. It's no longer the cold-faced judge who regarded the Kaifeng government office as his family, Gongsun Yan Luo.

Hua Rong knew very well that Gongsun Zhao was taken away by his senior brother Ding Run. His life was probably not in danger, but he definitely lost his freedom of movement.

With the help of Zhou Tong's network, they have tracked down their movements. Lu Junyi and Suo Chao followed Shi Qian to the rescue, but they haven't returned yet, and it's not known whether they can be rescued in the end.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was shouting and cursing from across the street, and a few idlers were drunk and strutting through the market, bumping into a dirty and smelly beggar, and immediately surrounded him.

The beggar seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly bent over: "I'm sorry, senior officials! I'm sorry, senior officials!"

A few rambunctious idlers breathed out the smell of alcohol and started to fight directly: "You stinky beggar, you are blind, you dare to bump into me, Grandpa!"

Hua Rong frowned, and just about to get up, he saw the beggar scrambling and crawling through the encirclement, nodding slightly.

No one paid attention to this small episode on the street, and those rogues continued to swear and walk forward, and no one heard the voices they exchanged: "Damn, did this old beggar stab me just now?" Why is it so painful?" "I also feel a little numb, next time I see him, I must beat him to death!"

And the beggar who went away had already put away the black thorn in his hand, and came all the way to the outside of Daxiangguo Temple.

There are even more people here, and the rich monks directly blocked him from the outside.

The beggar's gloomy eyes scanned the outside world, followed a small path and rushed in, lying on the outer wall of the temple, and heard the monk inside proudly say to the pilgrims: "The official's health is unwell, and the queen mother will enter the temple tomorrow. , Pray for the officials!" "All the nobles in the palace will come out!" "My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings!"

Hearing the words, the beggar immediately found a hidden corner and curled up like a dirty mouse.

But the corners of the mouth that occasionally grinned were like a poisonous snake, coiling around, bared.

(End of this chapter)