I opened a tea shop in Bianjing

Chapter 17 The Canal
At this time, if someone stands on the state bridge and leans on the railing to look far away, he can see the head of the Daxiangguo Temple not far away with a gentle breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of gardenias.Today's weather is sunny and the air is fresh.save up.

Mo Yunxiao came out of Fanlou, and came to Zhouqiao with a stirring and enthusiastic heart.Standing at the head of the bridge and looking into the distance, she was thinking about how to establish a modern joint-stock liability company in Bianliang, a densely populated and commercially developed city in Tokyo.

But her original intentions for building the company were complicated.She couldn't help but marvel at the magnificence and magnificence of Fanlou; she couldn't help but be moved by Song Wusao's weakness and tenderness.As a result, a plan for merging stores gradually took shape in her mind.

But at this moment, looking at the busy and even congested streets, she relaxed her mind.The road is not wide, but the flow of people is like weaving, and mules, horses, and ox carts are intertwined.There are also those flags fluttering in the wind from the shops along the street.The flags floated in the sky, drumming like a kite flying into the sky.

She turned her eyes from the busy street to the equally busy waterway.It was early spring, and there was an endless stream of cargo ships on the broad Bian River.A piece of warm sunlight sprinkled on the water through the thick clouds, sparkling and sparkling, it is truly magnificent.The trackers on the bank chanted in unison a fluctuating but incomprehensible chant.The helmsman on the ship was also calling to each other, and it was chaotic and lively.

"Let's go! You son of a bitch! I told you to go first and then stopped!" "Brother Cheng! This year's first batch of Jiangnan oranges! Juicy enough!" "Hey! Which bastard is it! A small sampan blocks the waterway! How wicked!"

Listening to the yelling of the people on board, Mo Yunxiao couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking to herself, "It turns out that 'road rage' isn't a patent of modern people."

As a well-known young painter, Mo Yunxiao is not unfamiliar with "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".In this genre painting, boats on the Bian River come and go frequently, and people come and go on the Zhouzhou Bridge, which is extremely crowded, which is quite suitable for the scene at this time.

Mo Yunxiao couldn't help sighing: "If Zhang Zeduan paints at this time, will he include me in the painting and pass it on to future generations?"

Huan'er was a little strange, and hurriedly asked, "Who is Zhang Zeduan?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled faintly, and did not answer her, but asked a question that puzzled her: "Huan'er, the Bian River is the main waterway of Tokyo City. But since the glaciers have been frozen in winter, it is not supposed to take a boat Yes, why are the boats on the Bian River not affected by the seasons?"

Huan'er smiled and said, "Young lady is right. Before I went to Shenzong, the Bian River was indeed going to be frozen in winter. That was because the Yellow River was going to be frozen. But Emperor Shenzong changed the course of the Bian River with a wave of his hand. Since then, the Bian River has been frozen. It is no longer frozen, and there are special personnel to clear the river ice along the line, which makes the Bianhe River run round and round."

"Oh!" Mo Yunxiao suddenly realized and nodded, and murmured, "So that's how it is."

Huan'er went on to introduce: "Actually, there is not only one canal of the Bian River in our Tokyo city, but also three side branches of the Cai River, Jinshui River, and Wuzhang River. They also pass through the city. The goods unloaded from these three rivers every year are overwhelming number, and its water power is not much inferior to that of the Bianhe River."

Mo Yunxiao smiled and said: "In this way, there are countless people in Tokyo who depend on these four rivers for their livelihood."

"Of course!" Huan'er became more and more excited as she talked, and she counted with her fingers: "Miss, think about it, aside from other things, there are only 72 main stores in the city, and they still deliver goods every year." These four rivers? The four divisions and six bureaus in the city that host weddings and funerals also rely on canals to supply them. Even new singers and servants come by boat. There are also shops, docks, tiles along the river. The towmen; the boatmen who pulled the fiber, the boatmen who unloaded the cargo, and the river workers who dredged the canal...they are countless. If the canal is broken, the livelihood of these people will be lost. Then the country of the Song Dynasty will be... "

When she said this, she quickly covered her mouth, looked around vigilantly, and then smiled mischievously.Although she didn't finish the sentence, the meaning of the words was self-evident.

"Da Song will never perish on this small canal, you can rest assured." After Mo Yunxiao finished speaking, she turned her head and walked down the bridge.

Huan'er followed quickly, and said with a smile: "Young lady is right. Our canal is prosperous and prosperous, so there is no reason to cut it off. But since the diversion of the Bian River, there has been a little more right and wrong. It is wrong to say that they killed officials and rebelled." I dare not, but there are quite a few people who gather to fight with weapons and fight for the benefit of the canal."

"They?" Mo Yunxiao paused, then turned around and asked, "Who are they?"

Huan'er looked at her with a puzzled look on her face: "Isn't it the Cao Gang?"

"Cao Gang?" Mo Yunxiao showed a puzzled expression, looking up into the distance.Huan'er was even more surprised, and said, "In Tokyo, even a babbling boy knows about the Cao Gang."

Mo Yunxiao smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said: "How can I forget the famous Cao Bang?"

After she finished speaking, she unconsciously lowered her felt hat a little, and hurriedly walked down the state bridge.She bit her lower lip tightly, frowning slightly, with a look of embarrassment.Fortunately, she was wearing a felt hat, and even though Huan Er who was following her glanced at her from the corner of her eye, she couldn't see clearly.

"Girl, are we going home now?" Huan'er asked a little embarrassed.

"Ah?" Mo Yunxiao was a little caught off guard, and asked in a panic, "You... what do you mean?"

Huan'er giggled, quickly took Mo Yunxiao's hands, and said in a coquettish tone: "My girl, good girl. I haven't been out since the day of Lantern Festival, but it suffocates people Yes. Let’s finally come out, why don’t we go for a stroll?”

Mo Yunxiao felt a little guilty, so she couldn't help laughing, and said, "Tokyo is such a big city, aren't you afraid of getting lost?"

Huan'er giggled and said, "We all grew up here, even if we walk with our eyes closed, there is no reason to get lost! My girl, please, just take me there. "

"Hehe..." Mo Yunxiao smiled awkwardly, and then looked around, all he could see were pavilions with colorful cornices, brackets, and glazed tiles. People crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the cries of shop assistants and pole vendors could be heard. .

Her eyes gradually brightened, and the emotions of fear, fear, and guilt were swept away, and replaced by curiosity and excitement.

"'It's better to touch Kaifeng Mansion than Mo Yunxiao.'" She looked into the distance and murmured.

Huan'er immediately went on to the next sentence: "'I'd rather eat three buckets of vinegar than meet Mohelu'."

"Forget it." Mo Yunxiao retracted her eyes, looked at Huan'er firmly, and said, "Anyway, I am a 'female Yan Luo', and no one will bully me in this Tokyo city."

Huan'er was overjoyed, she clapped her hands and shouted, "Miss is really a kind person."

Mo Yunxiao smiled without saying a word, just took Huan'er's hand and walked along Tianjie towards the imperial city.

Today's program list and the names of the performers are not posted at the gate of the nearest house to Daxiangguo Temple.Perhaps it is during the period of "national mourning", a place of pure entertainment like Washe has to restrain itself.

But having said that, when Mo Yunxiao and Huan'er entered the arena, they could smell the stale air.Mo Yunxiao looked up and saw all kinds of people gathered around.Some sat around throwing dice, fighting crickets, and some gathered under the central stage, kowtow melon seeds, chatted and waited for the show to start.There are plaster sellers and snack sellers shuttling back and forth in this Nuoda Washing House, and in the corner you can vaguely see a barber shaving people.

Mo Yunxiao frowned slightly, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "The tile house really has all kinds of gods and Buddhas!"

Huan'er laughed and said, "What's so unusual about this. The tile shop we came to is not very big. The largest one is the one in front of Xuande Building. It covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, has corridors and bridges, and elegant seats. There is a stage there. But it’s much bigger than here, and there are even more famous actors and actresses.”

Then, she changed the subject and her tone became a little frustrated: "It's just that it's within the national funeral and at the foot of the imperial city, so naturally I dare not show off to entertain guests."

Mo Yunxiao took Huan'er and walked in slowly. The people on both sides were slightly startled when they saw Mo Yunxiao, those who avoided avoiding, and those who didn't need to avoid looking at her closely, as if seeing some unexpected visitor like.

Mo Yunxiao ignored them, and continued to ask Huan'er next to her, "Then do you know why Washe is called Washe?"

Huan'er frowned, thought deeply, and said, "I don't know about this... the little one."

"Back to Miss Mo, the word 'Wa' in Washe means the disintegration of tile." A young man's voice suddenly sounded from the side. "Ah!" Huan'er couldn't help screaming, and looking back, it turned out that a young servant with a handsome face was following them with a stooped body.

"Sister Huan, did I scare you?" the boy said to Huan'er with a smile on his face.

Huan'er stroked her chest and said, "Damn! Next time you follow others in such a silent manner, see if I won't beat you!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand as if to strike.The little servant quickly turned his body away, and said with a smile: "Sister Huan, calm down!"

"Hmph!" Huan'er put down her hand, and said with resentment: "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and arrange a good seat for my girl."

"Yes, yes." The little fellow nodded repeatedly, then cupped his hands at Mo Yunxiao, and said, "Miss Mo is well, I'll make arrangements now."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a ragged, disheveled beggar.Although this beggar is down and out, he is also burly in stature.When he bumped suddenly, the boy couldn't stand still and staggered a few steps. Fortunately, he held on to a railing so he didn't fall down.

Both Mo Yunxiao and Huan'er were taken aback, but Huan'er was still bold, stopped in front of Mo Yunxiao, and reprimanded: "Where did the ignorant beggar come from to be so rampant? If he bumped into my girl, See if you feel better!"

Before the beggar could speak, the servant came up to meet him first, and said angrily, "How did you slip in here, you bastard? You want to ask for alms and go outside! How can you come to Washe!"

As he spoke, he pushed the beggar outward.The beggar looked terrified and innocent, raised his head and yelled at Mo Yunxiao: "Miss Mo! I dare to ask you for a bowl of water!"

"What water are you asking for! Go, go!" The servant pushed him harder.He didn't struggle, he let the servants push him, but he kept shouting, "Madam Mo please give me a bowl of water."

Huan'er looked at him with contempt, and muttered: "You are really getting bolder, how can you be so reckless to ask for water?" Then she said to Mo Yunxiao: "Girl, don't treat these people in the future. It’s too merciful. If you are merciful in your heart, they will make an inch of it.”

But Mo Yunxiao said: "You see, this man is tall and tall, he doesn't seem like he can be pushed easily. But the boy in Washe pushed him, why didn't he resist?"

"Hmph! Does he dare?" Huan'er said, "There are quite a few thugs in this house. There is no one in Washer who gets drunk and makes trouble, loses money and provokes. How can we do without some thugs?"

"But..." Mo Yunxiao was still puzzled: "Why did he only ask me for water? Even though a beggar doesn't have enough to eat, drinking a bowl of water shouldn't be a big problem."

"Oh, I see! He just came here to make trouble." Huan'er sighed, then turned her head to Mo Yunxiao and said, "Girl, you are a living Bodhisattva, and you have helped many poor beggars. It's just that Gangren have never read the books of sages, and if they are less shameful, they will become even more rude."

It took a lot of effort for the boy to push him out, and then he turned around and greeted him with a smile. "Miss Mo, I'm sorry." He cupped his hands and said, "Perhaps our gatekeeper was negligent and let that man slip in. I really feel guilty for disturbing the girl's Yaxing. We happen to have a private seat on the second floor." , please come with the little girl."

"Oh." Mo Yunxiao nodded in a daze, and then walked with the servant.

(End of this chapter)