What the hell is going on here?

At this moment, a few Northwest soldiers who were walking in the funeral procession and followed Fan Jianglin also kept asking in their hearts.

They were already surprised to see those mourners when they were outside the city, but they didn't expect that this was the beginning.

That's a lot of people!

That's a lot of people!

Oh my God, there are so many of them! It seems that the whole capital has come out to greet them!

Oh my God, is this really just the owner of a small shop?

The soldiers stood in the funeral procession, looking at the past, the sight was full of people, front and back, left and right, and even on the upper floors, rooftops, and big trees on both sides of the road.

The people who couldn't squeeze in shouted and cursed, desperately yearning for the crowd inside, there were crowds of people everywhere, and many people who came out of the funeral procession held hands and struggled to block the flow of people, so as not to block the road, and tried their best to persuade and shout, their faces turned red.

The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the overwhelming amount of paper money, turning the whole world into a white expanse, as if the whole world was grieving together.

The city is full of mourning and welcoming the souls of heroes.

The soldiers, who couldn't read a single word, suddenly had such a crepe sentence in their hearts.

This sentence is not something they said, but something that they have heard from others before.

It was a few years ago after a major war in the northwest, the officers and soldiers of a castle lived and died with the city, and fought against the western thieves for three days with the strength of the whole city, and finally almost all of them died, and then the entire northwest line built the Valhalla Temple for those mourners, and all of them wore linen and filial piety for the funeral. People from seven towns and eight forts who came to pay their funerals.

At that time, some scholars and scholars wrote articles and poems to describe and record this event. They can't remember any other flowery rhetoric. I remembered such a simple and straightforward sentence.

They never dreamed that they would see this scene in the capital, and the funeral was carried out by five soldiers like them.

Who are these people?

"A few of your brothers escort them into Beijing, and we can guarantee you a prosperous future."

Before leaving, Xu Sigen's words rang in his ears.

At that time, I heard that a few of them didn't say anything, and they all laughed in their hearts.

The Maoyuanshan brothers have no rich future yet, but they have lost their lives and told them? It is not ridiculous for anyone to hear this.

At this moment, this is really not ridiculous.

Can the ability to make the whole city stir and rush to the funeral still not guarantee the rich future of their few soldiers?

The soldiers instantly got goosebumps.

The sound of horseshoes came in the noise, accompanied by the shouting in unison.

"Get out of the way. Get out of the way! ”

Fifty percent of the city patrol soldiers who got the news also gasped when they saw the crowd on the street with their own eyes.

No wonder the city gate officials are about to report that there is going to be a civil disorder, looking at the black and oppressive crowd on the street, the dozen or so of them feel a little frightened even if they have ironclad spears in their hands.

"What for? What do you do? The leader of the patrol shouted.

"We don't do anything, watch people go to funerals."

"By the way, ask for a bowl of wine to eat."

The crowd shouted in a hurry.

Watching people go to the funeral? Begging for a bowl of wine? Phew, when he's a fool?

I don't know who died, is this to incite the people to make trouble?

"Why did you go into the city when you went out of the city?" Patrol shouted, waving his hand.

The soldiers behind him immediately rushed forward, all holding bows and crossbows in their hands and aiming at the funeral people. Embattled.

"Disperse at once, or else we will be arrested."

Fan Jianglin rode on a horse. Holding the baby in his arms, he looked at the soldiers blocking the road with a blank expression.

Behind him, the mourners also stood solemnly, white flags like a forest swishing in the wind, and five coffins almost covered by paper money were lined up on the street, forming a strange contrast with the surrounding noise.

Looking at this face, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Who the hell is this?

"A certain northwest battalion dared to brave Fan Jianglin and sent the brothers who died in the fifth battle back to Beijing for burial." Fan Jianglin said slowly, taking out a letter of notice from his arms.

Patrol A took the notice, and sure enough, the identity of the deceased was correct.

"It turned out to be the courage of the Northwest Battalion Army." He said, his expression softening slightly.

But how can they make so many onlookers?

This kind of scene can only be seen when the imperial court won a great victory and entered Beijing to offer prisoners, and at that time there were also coffins with them, but that was also a treatment that only military attachés of the fifth rank or higher who died in battle could enjoy.

When will a few soldiers be able to do the same?

"Since it's a burial, it's outside the city, how did you get into the city?" He frowned and asked, "Let's get out of the city quickly." ”

"Your Excellency."

Xunjia was stunned, looking at the man in front of him, a little stunned, why did the man suddenly become a female voice when he spoke?

"My lord, the reason why I entered the city was my arrangement."

Everyone turned around, and the patrol armor would also turn around, and saw a group of people coming behind him at some point, different from the people who were watching the excitement around, holding white flags, it was obvious that they were also mourning.

At this moment, a woman with a fence stepped forward slowly, the woman was dressed in black and had a hemp rope tied around her waist.

"Sister."

Seeing this woman, Fan Jianglin, who was riding on the horse, turned over and dismounted, I don't know if he had been riding the horse for a long time or was too sad, his steps staggered, and he almost fell, but the child in his arms giggled because of this stumbling.

"Sister." Fan Jianglin choked up and called, "I'll bring them back." ”

This bland sentence came out in a hoarse voice, and the patrol armor standing on the side couldn't help but feel his heart suck, and his eyes fell on the five coffins.

And the two maidservants beside the woman were already on their knees and weeping.

Along the way, only the men accompanied them, except for the first whimper on the side of the road sacrifice, they were not crying, and at this moment finally a woman's cry sounded, which also made the atmosphere of the funeral even stronger.

At the same time, I don't know if the baby was finally frightened by so many people, or by the woman's cry, and he cried loudly.

The noisy crowd around gradually quieted down, but the dark crowd on the street was only echoed by the cries of two women and children, and the atmosphere was even more strange and depressing.

"Your Excellency." Cheng Jianniang looked at the patrol armor. "The cemetery is in the east of the city."

Patrol looked at her to say something. Cheng Jianniang continued first.

"Still. In the east of the city, you can also turn around from outside the city, not necessarily through the city. She said.

I know very well in my heart, Patrol Armor Heart.

"However, I promised my brothers that when they left Beijing for the northwest." Cheng Jianniang said, a slight smile appeared on her face, but unfortunately no one could see the smile under the fence, and her eyes turned to the five coffins on the five cars. "When they are loyal to the country and return to their hometown in triumph, they will be greeted by horses, spirits and fireworks on the street."

As she spoke, she slowly walked past the Patrol Armor and towards the coffin, reaching out her hand and stroking the horse pulling the cart.

These are five horses of the same coat color, and those who know the goods can see at a glance that they are rare and good horses, and those who do not know the goods will also praise the good horses.

Originally, the eyes were on the bustle, but I didn't notice that the horses pulling the cart were also so good.

"At this point they are back..."

It's a pity that when he left, he was a living person, but he returned with a cold coffin.

The people around sighed.

"They have also been loyal to their country and victorious. Then I can't fail to count my promises. ”

Cheng Jianniang said, withdrawing her hand from the horse.

The shopkeeper Wu who followed next to him immediately handed over a wine jar with his own hands. Cheng Jianniang stretched out her hand to take it.

"Brothers, this is the spirit that my sister and I brewed for you with my own hands, and it is unique in the world."

As she spoke, she poured the jar of wine, and the aroma suddenly dispersed.

Watching Bai Huahua's wine pour on the ground, the quiet crowd was in a commotion.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a good wine."

"Don't fall all over, leave some behind..."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the crowd set off a wave.

Cheng Jianniang finished pouring the jar of wine, and turned to look at the patrol armor.

"My lord, now that my brothers have returned, they will share sorrow and joy, so I invite everyone to drink together." She said, "My lord, please also take a sip, and come and taste it, my wine can be matched with the fierce loyalty and courage of my brothers." ”

The patrol armor was stunned, and the shopkeeper Wu had already brought someone to bring the wine over, not only him, but also every soldier in front of him.

"This wine is strong, adults taste it." Shopkeeper Wu instructed.

Violent?

Lao Tzu, a man is still afraid of alcohol? What I'm afraid of is not strong!

Xunjia immediately stretched out his hand to take it, as if to mock Wu's shopkeeper's words, he drank the wine, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face turned red instantly.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Ha, ha, pour, pour, pour."

I don't know which one is still shouting.

With this shout, I saw that a few of the soldiers over there staggered and fell to the ground for a moment.

There was a burst of laughter and noise in the crowd.

"Look, look, I'll say it."

"Hahaha, countless people have fallen along the way!"

Good, so strong!

Xun Jia only felt that his whole body was like a fire, and his whole body was about to burn, his ears were buzzing, and sweat was dripping out.

Good, good.

He suddenly wanted to shout loudly, and the grievances of being looked down upon at home and being bullied by his colleagues outside all radiated in an instant, and after the fire, the whole body was smooth.

He wanted to laugh again.

Okay, good, what's the big deal, in life, Lao Tzu has to live happily.

"My lord, is this wine worthy of my brothers who died in battle?"

The woman's voice rang in her ears.

In ancient times, a few people came back to fight, and they died on the battlefield, and they did not live in vain.

"Worthy of it!" Patrol armor shouted loudly, reaching out and hugging his fist, "Di Sijiu sends the heroes." ”

With his words, the soldiers who stood in the way hula pulled out of the way, but there were also those who did not get out of the way.

Four or five soldiers fell drunk and did not move.

The Patrol snorted.

"Cowardice." He shouted, his eyes wide and his face red, snorting with wine, "Get out of the way." ”

The four or five men were quickly carried away.

"Look, fifty percent of the soldiers and horses get out of the way!"

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, everyone else saw it, and Lu Si'an didn't blink.

They originally followed the crowd, but then they were really crowded and couldn't stand, so they relied on their identities to come to the second floor of this restaurant and looked at the street condescendingly.

"What the hell did you say? Why did the momentum come and bow down and get out of the way? Everyone asked.

That's the pros and cons of going upstairs, you can see it clearly but you can't hear it clearly.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion downstairs, which drew the attention of several people who were talking about it again.

I saw countless people huddled together on the street. It seems to be scrambling for something.

"Wine!" This time everyone saw it clearly. It turned out that it was going to be loose again.

"Is this wine so good?" Several people were puzzled.

They didn't surrender their identity to eat other people's loose wine.

"I'll have people serve a few bowls. Let's try it later. One laughed, with a bit of foresight.

After a while, the door of the house was opened, and several small servants poured in, one of them carefully carrying a bowl of wine.

"My lord, my lord, I brought it." He shouted.

The man froze.

"What's the matter?" He said, glancing at the wine handed to him, no. It's not a bowl, it's only half a bowl.

"My lord, I can't grab it at all, I almost fought hard for this bowl..."The little guy said with a bitter face, "It's already a great luck to be able to keep half a bowl when I escape." ”

So sought-after?

A few people turned their heads to look out the window on the street, but when they saw the noise like a huge wave and the rush of people, they could only see their hearts beating, and it was not easy to grab a bowl in it.

Fortunately, there were only two jars of wine, and it was empty in a blink of an eye. Otherwise, someone might be trampled to death and injured.

What good wine can make people so crazy?

"It's all because those who have eaten before, or who haven't eaten before. There is much more to scramble. The little guy said.

"Is it really that good?" Said those present.

And Lu Si'an didn't look at the wine anymore, but went to see the crowd on the street, there was no one on the street anymore, not that the crowd had dispersed, but followed the funeral procession to rush away, he looked up, and he could see that the street over there was even more lively than Shicai's side.

And this crowd will surely flow like water, and it will flow more and more.

People in the world are like this, no one cares about throwing something on the side of the road, once someone grabs it, whether it is good or not, everyone can't help but rush up to grab it.

"Good means.," he muttered.

"Good wine!" A shout from the room made Lu Si'an turn his gaze again.

I saw that one of my companions was holding a wine bowl, and his face was flushed.

"Good wine, good wine, there is such a strong wine in the world." He shouted.

The others also gathered around curiously to taste it, but the companion was reluctant to take it.

"This good wine should be sold, right?" He said, "Go buy some." ”

"My lord, there is no sale, people say that the self-brewed ones are not sold, just to pay tribute to these five brothers who died in battle."

"Really? Don't sell such a good wine? Is it gone when the memorial is over? How is this possible? Who wants to put money away? ”

"What if it's not for money?" Lu Si'an muttered suddenly.

All who spoke looked at him.

"Not to make money? What's that for? They asked.

Lu Si'an looked at the street again, thinking of what he had heard as he surged through the street.

“… Those five people were from Maoyuan Mountain, they were all heroes, and they died in battle..."

“… If you die in battle, you won't be rewarded..."

“… Why didn't you get a reward? ”

“… How? It must be wronged, this world..."

"Good wine." Lu Si'an muttered.

Everyone in the room laughed, and someone handed over the rest of the wine.

"Brother Si'an, you taste it, out of this capital, this kind of good wine is only rare." They said.

Lu Si'an reached out and took the wine, looked at it, and drank it all.

The wine passed through the intestines, bringing a boiling fire, and only the burned internal organs were about to explode.

Lu Si'an slammed the wine bowl in his hand to the ground and laughed.

The people in the room were taken aback, looking at Lu Si'an, whose face was flushed and his eyes were blurred, and he was laughing loudly.

Lu Si'an rushed to the window before he could laugh, which made the people in the room shout and hurriedly rush over to hold it.

"Brother Si'an, no."

"Brother Si'an, slow down."

They shouted and hugged to the death, only when this Lu Si'an was depressed and resentful, and he was drunk and dared to commit suicide.

Lu Si'an was pulled by everyone and didn't notice at all, laughing loudly while raising his hand and waving out the window.

"You have to listen! You have to listen! I'll let you listen! I'll let you listen! Listen to this city talk about Maoyuan Mountain! ”

With his hissing shout, he heard a loud noise in the air, like thunder, which overshadowed everyone's voice, and everyone looked stunned, but saw that in the eastern sky, a beam of fireworks was blooming.

There is no background of night in the daytime, and the fireworks do not have a colorful light, but they are incandescent white.

As they watched, fireworks exploded one after another, and white flowers scattered and fell in the blue sky like clouds, like snowflakes.

I've never seen fireworks so brilliant in the daytime.

This scene made everyone stunned, their minds were blank, only the scalp was numb, and the soreness and itching instantly spread all over the body. (To be continued......)