The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty
Chapter 1 The Basket Seller
Chapter 1 The Basket Seller
The light yellow hills are starting to turn green, cattle and sheep are wandering leisurely on the hillside with their tails flicking, and the shepherds waving their whips look enviously into the distance. Under the bright sky, the outline of the city stands faintly.
In March, there was a spring rain in Feihu County, Daizhou. The blue bricks of the wide streets were wet, and the raindrops were hanging from the low eaves and high pavilions, and the slate dirt road was muddy and turbid. The old man in sackcloth pushed a wheelbarrow. Leaving a long mud print stretching to the noisy street.
"Candied haws~~~sweet and sweet candied haws~~"
"Hubing! Freshly baked pancakes!"
Pedestrians in the market are bustling, orderly and noisy, peddlers shoulder candied gourds walking through the streets shouting and shouting, fat boys on the side of the road sit on the stone in front of their houses, watching with greedy eyes; the streets with water, the passing people stop and watch Juggling on the street, applauding and applauding a few strong men with water tanks on their heads or gravel in their chests; Noisy people were cursing and cursing.
On the other side of the bustling Fang Street, the houses are low and the street is dilapidated. Sparse crowds pass by. Baskets, firewood, and mountain goods are placed on the side of the street. A young man in coarse linen is sitting there, with knotted hair and a dark face. Looking dully at the old street scene around him, as well as all kinds of figures coming and going in front of him, he felt the coldness, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became weaker and more confused.
Where am I?
His original name was Liu Qing, a senior salesman. He usually likes to visit a large dating site called Station A, but he is still single.
Sometimes I also like to think about furniture and handmade utensils, and I built a small workshop as a place to play with these things.
A few days ago, the No.20 six companies that I worked for went bankrupt and the boss went bankrupt, and I hid in the factory built by myself to show off my handicrafts. I was polishing an iron plate with a grinding wheel. It flew towards his forehead, and then, it was here when he woke up.
"I'm afraid it's dead. The factory building is on the sidelines. I don't know how long it will take for someone to find out. It will stink by then."
Sitting there talking to himself, someone came to ask about the basket in front of him, but he didn't respond. After a while, an old man covered in patches hurried forward, smiled and bowed to the customer and said the price, and sold the basket for twenty renminbi. He went out, put away the copper coins, turned his head and cursed at his son who was sitting there in a daze, and reached out to touch his forehead, sighed, slowly moved to sit aside, and beat his calf.
The old man originally took his son out of the baskets woven by the seller, and rushed into the city with the morning dew before dawn. Who would have thought that his son fell ill not long after, and fell into a coma halfway through, but now he woke up like a fool. sit still.
"Uncle, how is Zhuzi? Are you still sick?" People from the same village came over to look at the sluggish young man.
"Oh, maybe when I went out this morning, I was caught in the wind and cold, it would be fatal."
The old man Geng touched the forty coppers wrapped in his belt. Before that, he went to the nearby pharmacy to get the medicine, but the price in this world is unstable, changing three times a day. We can wait until all the baskets are sold out.
The men in the same village also knew his difficulty, "Uncle, if I still have some here, you can take it together."
"The sound of closing the street is coming!"
While speaking, someone yelled, and the long street was full of chaos. Seven or eight figures in different costumes, with fierce eyes, yelled at the stalls on both sides of the street, and swung the sword in their hands to pull past the pastry seller. The peddler took out a handful of bits and pieces of copper coins from the other party's arms, and kicked the stall down, spilling pots and bowls of soup all over the floor.
There were also stall owners who took the initiative to hold it up with both hands to avoid disaster, and then watched the pedestrian leave respectfully.
Here, the old man Geng saw that something was wrong, so he called several people from the same village to quickly pack up their belongings, dragged his son who was still in a daze, and was about to leave. Before he took two steps, the people from over there had already come over and stopped them. .
The shining knives flashed in front of their eyes, and the gang of villagers had never seen such a battle before, and their ankles cramped with fright.
"Everyone, we go to the city to sell mountain products, which are not worth a lot of money, and we don't go to the city to occupy a stall on weekdays." A thin and thin man stammered and cupped his hands at them.
The arched hand was then missed by the opponent, and the person was also kicked.
All around, there were figures holding swords and grinning grinningly. Someone pushed the thin man back, stepped forward and took out a money bag from his arms. Less, but a few people is more, the dozens of streets in Feihu County are all under the management of the Golden Knife, and when you go to the city to do business, remember to call the street first."
"Aren't you afraid of the government?!" the old man Geng yelled, clutching his belt.
A group of people with fluffy arms laughed loudly, and the person who collected the money gave a thumbs up and said, "The county captain is my family's brother, and the magistrate doesn't even dare to fart."
As he said, he grabbed the old man's belt and pulled it, "Bring it to you!"
Under the brutal force, the old man Geng was pushed out and hit the dazed young man next to him. Liu Qing was unsteady, and fell to the ground together with the old man, knocked his head on the steps, and regained his sanity a little.
And when the cloth belt around the old man's waist was being pulled, the copper inside splashed all over the ground, making a tinkling sound.
"Pick it up!" Seeing the copper coins scattered on the ground, the man reached out to grab the old man's hair again.
"This big brother!"
At this time, some weak words suddenly sounded, Liu Qing, who was sitting crookedly on the ground, slowly raised her body, looked at the scene in front of her, licked her dry and peeled lips, and squeezed out a smile.
"Don't make things difficult for the old man, let me do it."
In the eyes of all the joking, the young man bent down to pick up the scattered copper coins on the ground, listening to the words "Oh, I thought it was unfair, but it turned out to be a sick child." The smile on his face was still unabated, and his stiff mind quickly thought Thinking of the countermeasures, he picked up the money one by one and held it in the palm of his hand, but he didn't hand it to the old man who pushed him, but held it in front of a strong and bearded man opposite him.
"Ahem. This elder brother knows that he is extraordinary at a glance. Please accept this small amount of money from the family."
"Hey." The tall and thin man from before was upset, holding the sword in one hand and picking up Liu Qing's collar with the other, "Are you looking down on me?!"
The young man weakly shook his head, in his shaking eyes, a big hand suddenly stretched out, and broke away the hand that was holding his collar. Slap the opponent's face with a slap, printing a big red handprint.
"go away."
The big man forced the man back, cast his eyes on the face of the young man in front of him, and grabbed the copper in the palm of his hand, at this moment Liu Qing shrank his hand suddenly, and coughed lightly when the other party frowned fiercely. Twice, resisting drowsiness, smiled weakly.
"Brother, don't be busy with money. You are so powerful, I dare not lie to you. I have an idea to send you money faster. Only a person like you has the courage to do it."
The young man was weak, his face was pale, he didn't seem to be pretending to be sick, the big man also had martial arts skills, so he was naturally not afraid, he felt somewhat comfortable when he heard the praise, but he nodded but didn't speak, waved the people around him to take a few steps back, let the young man go closer.
'Ahem.'
Liu Qing looked back at the old man Geng who got up from the ground, shook his head at him, motioned to stop coming, then turned back to look at the mighty man in front of him.
"Brother, people in the city have to cook fire, and firewood is a necessity. If there is a severe winter and the roads are inconvenient, the firewood may increase even more. In the city, only relying on outsiders to chop firewood, can we have How much? You might as well round up all the nearby hills, and let those woodcutters only provide you with firewood, and you will sell it. How many households are there in this city? How much firewood do you use every day? This money will flow in easily Is it in your pocket?"
Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, let alone to please himself, the big man frowned and gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips between his thick beard.
"pretty good idea."
Liu Qing also smiled, he was originally a salesman, thick-skinned is necessary, it is not shameful, this idea is not used to avoid street noise, which made the other party feel good about it.
"If you don't do this idea yourself, you can still give it to your leader. Even if you don't accept it, you can still gain a compliment. Those who can come up with ideas are all people who can relieve the worries of your leader. Maybe they can still be valued? "
After hearing these remarks, the big man smiled even wider. He pushed back the money that he was supposed to collect, rubbed his palms and recalled what the young man said just now. The reason is simple and easy to understand. How could he not know the benefits?
The big man grinned and showed his big yellow teeth.
"Okay! The idea is that the street is ringing today. Let's go quickly. If you have any ideas in the future, come to the Golden Knife Gang to find me! My name is Dou Wei."
"Brother Dou."
"Little brother, don't call him Brother Ren in the future, that's calling you Dad, so you won't be ashamed."
"Yes Yes."
A few farmers didn't have much money to sell baskets, but an idea made him think it was good. He waved his hands at the young man who nodded and bowed in front of him, and greeted his subordinates with a high air, and scattered the people who were standing and watching viciously. Continue down the next street.
Here, the few people in the village didn't dare to stay longer after being frightened by this, and quickly disposed of the remaining mountain goods and baskets cheaply. The old man Geng took his son and put him on his back.
"Get on Dad's back, Dad will carry you back."
A few people gathered together, and surrounded the old man to go out of the city and return to the village. On the old man's back, Liu Qing felt the strong and generous back, and turned his head weakly. , talking with a unique accent in the north, the words passed into his ears, and his thoughts became confused again.
"Thanks to Dazhu today, I don't know what I said to that person, but the money was returned to us."
"It's strange to say that, did you find out that Da Zhu is usually honest and can't speak smoothly, unexpectedly, he still has such eloquence."
"Could it be, be possessed by a ghost, bah bah, talk about something else."
"That's right, about the other Golden Knife Gang just now, did you hear that, he and the county captain are brothers."
"Does the county master not care about it?"
"Oh, I heard that there seems to be a war in the south. There is a general surnamed Huang who is going to fight back to the Central Plains. How can the imperial court take care of remote places like us?"
"Don't be chaotic in this world, how will mothers-in-law and children live in the future."
Liu Qing lay on the old man's back, listening to the chattering of these elders, the rolling hills and forests around her were reflected in her eyes, and her scalp felt numb.
really passed through.
Hu Tianhudi's words from the villagers seemed to torment the tense nerves, and suddenly felt like the world was spinning, the illness surged up again, and the sober consciousness gradually sank.
The setting sun dyed the western clouds red and fell on people's faces.
Behind the stretch of the foothills, an old man with a young man on his back followed a group of villagers through the foothills. In the direction far away, a mountain village stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by thatched earth walls and fences, and smoke was rising slowly, floating in the rays of the sun.
Be patient and read the first volume, brothers.
(End of this chapter)
The light yellow hills are starting to turn green, cattle and sheep are wandering leisurely on the hillside with their tails flicking, and the shepherds waving their whips look enviously into the distance. Under the bright sky, the outline of the city stands faintly.
In March, there was a spring rain in Feihu County, Daizhou. The blue bricks of the wide streets were wet, and the raindrops were hanging from the low eaves and high pavilions, and the slate dirt road was muddy and turbid. The old man in sackcloth pushed a wheelbarrow. Leaving a long mud print stretching to the noisy street.
"Candied haws~~~sweet and sweet candied haws~~"
"Hubing! Freshly baked pancakes!"
Pedestrians in the market are bustling, orderly and noisy, peddlers shoulder candied gourds walking through the streets shouting and shouting, fat boys on the side of the road sit on the stone in front of their houses, watching with greedy eyes; the streets with water, the passing people stop and watch Juggling on the street, applauding and applauding a few strong men with water tanks on their heads or gravel in their chests; Noisy people were cursing and cursing.
On the other side of the bustling Fang Street, the houses are low and the street is dilapidated. Sparse crowds pass by. Baskets, firewood, and mountain goods are placed on the side of the street. A young man in coarse linen is sitting there, with knotted hair and a dark face. Looking dully at the old street scene around him, as well as all kinds of figures coming and going in front of him, he felt the coldness, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became weaker and more confused.
Where am I?
His original name was Liu Qing, a senior salesman. He usually likes to visit a large dating site called Station A, but he is still single.
Sometimes I also like to think about furniture and handmade utensils, and I built a small workshop as a place to play with these things.
A few days ago, the No.20 six companies that I worked for went bankrupt and the boss went bankrupt, and I hid in the factory built by myself to show off my handicrafts. I was polishing an iron plate with a grinding wheel. It flew towards his forehead, and then, it was here when he woke up.
"I'm afraid it's dead. The factory building is on the sidelines. I don't know how long it will take for someone to find out. It will stink by then."
Sitting there talking to himself, someone came to ask about the basket in front of him, but he didn't respond. After a while, an old man covered in patches hurried forward, smiled and bowed to the customer and said the price, and sold the basket for twenty renminbi. He went out, put away the copper coins, turned his head and cursed at his son who was sitting there in a daze, and reached out to touch his forehead, sighed, slowly moved to sit aside, and beat his calf.
The old man originally took his son out of the baskets woven by the seller, and rushed into the city with the morning dew before dawn. Who would have thought that his son fell ill not long after, and fell into a coma halfway through, but now he woke up like a fool. sit still.
"Uncle, how is Zhuzi? Are you still sick?" People from the same village came over to look at the sluggish young man.
"Oh, maybe when I went out this morning, I was caught in the wind and cold, it would be fatal."
The old man Geng touched the forty coppers wrapped in his belt. Before that, he went to the nearby pharmacy to get the medicine, but the price in this world is unstable, changing three times a day. We can wait until all the baskets are sold out.
The men in the same village also knew his difficulty, "Uncle, if I still have some here, you can take it together."
"The sound of closing the street is coming!"
While speaking, someone yelled, and the long street was full of chaos. Seven or eight figures in different costumes, with fierce eyes, yelled at the stalls on both sides of the street, and swung the sword in their hands to pull past the pastry seller. The peddler took out a handful of bits and pieces of copper coins from the other party's arms, and kicked the stall down, spilling pots and bowls of soup all over the floor.
There were also stall owners who took the initiative to hold it up with both hands to avoid disaster, and then watched the pedestrian leave respectfully.
Here, the old man Geng saw that something was wrong, so he called several people from the same village to quickly pack up their belongings, dragged his son who was still in a daze, and was about to leave. Before he took two steps, the people from over there had already come over and stopped them. .
The shining knives flashed in front of their eyes, and the gang of villagers had never seen such a battle before, and their ankles cramped with fright.
"Everyone, we go to the city to sell mountain products, which are not worth a lot of money, and we don't go to the city to occupy a stall on weekdays." A thin and thin man stammered and cupped his hands at them.
The arched hand was then missed by the opponent, and the person was also kicked.
All around, there were figures holding swords and grinning grinningly. Someone pushed the thin man back, stepped forward and took out a money bag from his arms. Less, but a few people is more, the dozens of streets in Feihu County are all under the management of the Golden Knife, and when you go to the city to do business, remember to call the street first."
"Aren't you afraid of the government?!" the old man Geng yelled, clutching his belt.
A group of people with fluffy arms laughed loudly, and the person who collected the money gave a thumbs up and said, "The county captain is my family's brother, and the magistrate doesn't even dare to fart."
As he said, he grabbed the old man's belt and pulled it, "Bring it to you!"
Under the brutal force, the old man Geng was pushed out and hit the dazed young man next to him. Liu Qing was unsteady, and fell to the ground together with the old man, knocked his head on the steps, and regained his sanity a little.
And when the cloth belt around the old man's waist was being pulled, the copper inside splashed all over the ground, making a tinkling sound.
"Pick it up!" Seeing the copper coins scattered on the ground, the man reached out to grab the old man's hair again.
"This big brother!"
At this time, some weak words suddenly sounded, Liu Qing, who was sitting crookedly on the ground, slowly raised her body, looked at the scene in front of her, licked her dry and peeled lips, and squeezed out a smile.
"Don't make things difficult for the old man, let me do it."
In the eyes of all the joking, the young man bent down to pick up the scattered copper coins on the ground, listening to the words "Oh, I thought it was unfair, but it turned out to be a sick child." The smile on his face was still unabated, and his stiff mind quickly thought Thinking of the countermeasures, he picked up the money one by one and held it in the palm of his hand, but he didn't hand it to the old man who pushed him, but held it in front of a strong and bearded man opposite him.
"Ahem. This elder brother knows that he is extraordinary at a glance. Please accept this small amount of money from the family."
"Hey." The tall and thin man from before was upset, holding the sword in one hand and picking up Liu Qing's collar with the other, "Are you looking down on me?!"
The young man weakly shook his head, in his shaking eyes, a big hand suddenly stretched out, and broke away the hand that was holding his collar. Slap the opponent's face with a slap, printing a big red handprint.
"go away."
The big man forced the man back, cast his eyes on the face of the young man in front of him, and grabbed the copper in the palm of his hand, at this moment Liu Qing shrank his hand suddenly, and coughed lightly when the other party frowned fiercely. Twice, resisting drowsiness, smiled weakly.
"Brother, don't be busy with money. You are so powerful, I dare not lie to you. I have an idea to send you money faster. Only a person like you has the courage to do it."
The young man was weak, his face was pale, he didn't seem to be pretending to be sick, the big man also had martial arts skills, so he was naturally not afraid, he felt somewhat comfortable when he heard the praise, but he nodded but didn't speak, waved the people around him to take a few steps back, let the young man go closer.
'Ahem.'
Liu Qing looked back at the old man Geng who got up from the ground, shook his head at him, motioned to stop coming, then turned back to look at the mighty man in front of him.
"Brother, people in the city have to cook fire, and firewood is a necessity. If there is a severe winter and the roads are inconvenient, the firewood may increase even more. In the city, only relying on outsiders to chop firewood, can we have How much? You might as well round up all the nearby hills, and let those woodcutters only provide you with firewood, and you will sell it. How many households are there in this city? How much firewood do you use every day? This money will flow in easily Is it in your pocket?"
Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, let alone to please himself, the big man frowned and gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips between his thick beard.
"pretty good idea."
Liu Qing also smiled, he was originally a salesman, thick-skinned is necessary, it is not shameful, this idea is not used to avoid street noise, which made the other party feel good about it.
"If you don't do this idea yourself, you can still give it to your leader. Even if you don't accept it, you can still gain a compliment. Those who can come up with ideas are all people who can relieve the worries of your leader. Maybe they can still be valued? "
After hearing these remarks, the big man smiled even wider. He pushed back the money that he was supposed to collect, rubbed his palms and recalled what the young man said just now. The reason is simple and easy to understand. How could he not know the benefits?
The big man grinned and showed his big yellow teeth.
"Okay! The idea is that the street is ringing today. Let's go quickly. If you have any ideas in the future, come to the Golden Knife Gang to find me! My name is Dou Wei."
"Brother Dou."
"Little brother, don't call him Brother Ren in the future, that's calling you Dad, so you won't be ashamed."
"Yes Yes."
A few farmers didn't have much money to sell baskets, but an idea made him think it was good. He waved his hands at the young man who nodded and bowed in front of him, and greeted his subordinates with a high air, and scattered the people who were standing and watching viciously. Continue down the next street.
Here, the few people in the village didn't dare to stay longer after being frightened by this, and quickly disposed of the remaining mountain goods and baskets cheaply. The old man Geng took his son and put him on his back.
"Get on Dad's back, Dad will carry you back."
A few people gathered together, and surrounded the old man to go out of the city and return to the village. On the old man's back, Liu Qing felt the strong and generous back, and turned his head weakly. , talking with a unique accent in the north, the words passed into his ears, and his thoughts became confused again.
"Thanks to Dazhu today, I don't know what I said to that person, but the money was returned to us."
"It's strange to say that, did you find out that Da Zhu is usually honest and can't speak smoothly, unexpectedly, he still has such eloquence."
"Could it be, be possessed by a ghost, bah bah, talk about something else."
"That's right, about the other Golden Knife Gang just now, did you hear that, he and the county captain are brothers."
"Does the county master not care about it?"
"Oh, I heard that there seems to be a war in the south. There is a general surnamed Huang who is going to fight back to the Central Plains. How can the imperial court take care of remote places like us?"
"Don't be chaotic in this world, how will mothers-in-law and children live in the future."
Liu Qing lay on the old man's back, listening to the chattering of these elders, the rolling hills and forests around her were reflected in her eyes, and her scalp felt numb.
really passed through.
Hu Tianhudi's words from the villagers seemed to torment the tense nerves, and suddenly felt like the world was spinning, the illness surged up again, and the sober consciousness gradually sank.
The setting sun dyed the western clouds red and fell on people's faces.
Behind the stretch of the foothills, an old man with a young man on his back followed a group of villagers through the foothills. In the direction far away, a mountain village stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by thatched earth walls and fences, and smoke was rising slowly, floating in the rays of the sun.
Be patient and read the first volume, brothers.
(End of this chapter)
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