The tallest five-story tower in Dunhuang City, I don't know which age it was built, the wooden structure has been mostly decayed, the tamped earth foundation and earth wall are still there, and the warp change map painted on the inner wall is mottled and half-broken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Ling held on to the slightly swaying wooden fence, standing on the viewing platform outside the tower, the whole person was wrapped in a wide cloak, the gauze was wrapped around the face, the hat was low, and the eyes were squinted into a line with great effort, and after trying a few times, he still couldn't open his eyes and look into the distance, and vaguely felt that the heavens, the earth and the mountains were all in one place, and the chaotic color was sand yellow.

In the past, she only thought that the spring was red and willow green, and the beautiful scenery of warblers and magpies chirping, but she never expected that spring in Shazhou was so rough and simple.

The wind blows non-stop all day long, the cold in the wind is gone, and there is a little warmth, but in addition to the warmth, it also brings the wind and sand to rotate and wander around, blowing people's faces painfully, and at night "woo" mourning, disturbing people's sleep.

A few days ago, when the wind and sand first rose, Jin Bo told her that the spring in Shazhou was like a broad-faced knife, cutting the harsh winter hard, and after the wind and sand, it was spring in the world.

It was the fifth day, and she looked up the tower every day, and one day the wind stopped, and the camel bell sounded on the main road into the city, announcing the reopening of the market after a whole winter.

"Auntie, don't look at it, Kimber said, it's only seven or eight days left, and the wind and sand can always stop." Buddha Nu shrank in the building and refused to come out, and raised his hand to block the sand and dust that was about to enter his eyes at any time and persuaded him.

Feng Ling flashed into the building, and even said "bah" a few times, and spit out the fine sand in his mouth, "You haven't seen such a spring before, so don't hurry up and take a look at it." ”

"Why haven't you seen it?" Buddha Nu retorted: "Back then, Yiwu Dao couldn't be done, we didn't have to cross Mohe Yanmoi when we went to and from Xizhou, and the sandstorm was a hundred times worse than the current one, and the eldest mother was young at that time, and I probably didn't remember." ”

"How can I not remember, I remember every doorway to cross the Great Sand Sea of Moheyan, I remember it firmly......"

The two of them went back and forth, chattering down the tower. The wind on the street was much weaker than above, but there was more sand, and it was impossible to ride a horse in such weather, so the wind spirit wrapped his cloak tightly and slipped into the car with his eyes closed.

After waiting for a long time, the carriage did not move, and someone seemed to be talking in the whimpering wind outside. Feng Ling lifted the thick curtain in front of the car, and the wind blew the sand into the car, fascinating her eyes, she rubbed her eyes busily, and urged: "Buddha slave, why don't you leave?" ”

"Patrol the streets." The unhappiness of the Buddha slave is clearly placed on the face.

"Don't be troubled, but be miserable, for there is anyone who can compare with our brothers. On a windy and sandy day, who is willing to come out and eat sand? "The deep voice is getting heavier and heavier in the cloth covering the head, and it sounds no less resentful than that of the Buddha." If you don't want to be interrogated, don't go out in this ghost weather. ”

Feng Ling rubbed his eyelids, blinked his dry eyes, and smiled secretly, the person who was quite unhappy in his words was Han Meng.

"Buddha, don't be rude." Feng Ling drank the Buddha slave who wanted to return the mouth, and said with a smile: "The family doesn't know anything, and I still look at Captain Han Haihan." ”

Captain Han glanced into the car, and saw that it was Feng Ling, and he had seen it a few times, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "It was the little lady of the Gu family, this dark sand and dust, it is inconvenient to go out, isn't it good to be at home if you have nothing to do?" ”

Feng Ling bowed in the car, "Thank you Captain Han for your concern, Feng Ling is just looking forward to the early opening of the market, his heart is a little anxious, and he can't sit at home." ”

"It's ......" She looked out of the car, a small team of government soldiers were upright in the wind and sand, all covered with cloth and dust, "Captain Han is hard, and he still has to lead the troops to patrol in such weather, and Captain Yan is too unkind." ”

Gu Niangzi's words are bad. The safety of Dunhuang City and even the entire Shazhou is the responsibility of our Zhichong Mansion, and Li Min Antai lives up to the holy hope of today. Captain Han deliberately made a solemn look, raising his hands and clenching his fists over the top.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and then "fluttered" and smiled, this look was really a little godlike. "This tone is clearly your Yandu Lieutenant's, Captain Han has never listened to his tune, so that he can learn to be so similar."

Her smile was as bright as a spring flower, but she taught Captain Han to be embarrassed, put down her hand and touched her head, grinning straightforwardly, "Gu Niangzi has a prejudice against us all again." I patrolled the east of the city, and he led his troops to the west of the city, eating sand outside like the brothers. In the middle of the New Year's Festival, due to the rebellion of the Helu tribe to attack the city, the commander set the rule of patrolling the city in shifts every day. ”

Feng Ling nodded with a smile, and Captain Han didn't say anything more because he hadn't finished his patrol yet, so he took his leave.

Feng Ling put down the curtain, sat back in the car silently, and said in his heart, he ordered people to strengthen the patrol in the city, which was a suspicion that someone in the city sent a message to Ashina Helu outside the city, and secretly responded, which coincided with her suspicions.

If not, how did He Lu know that "Deer King Bunsheng" was staged in the city on the night of the first day? How could they attack a city when the people of the city were gathered together?

After thinking for a while, Feng Ling shook his head lightly, and said to himself: That's it, the horizontal deer-shaped golden hairpin is no longer in his hands, a merchant, and he doesn't eat the rice of the imperial court, what does that pile of things have to do with himself, he should take the trouble to deal with it.

She suddenly thought of Han Meng's serious words in a tone that was flickering Yanyan, as if she had seen Nayan Duwei holding it with her own eyes, and she couldn't help but bow her head and laugh sullenly.

The wind, which was covered with sand and dust, only blew for seven days, and on the eighth day, as soon as Tianfu shone brightly, there was a camel bell ringing on the main road in the city. Only this year's business is far less than in previous years, and the situation in the market is barely cold.

The ladies who spent the long cold winter in the back house of the high-ranking family also came alive with the revival of the market.

The first major event for the ladies to welcome the spring is to rush to make spring clothes.

There are many rich businessmen in Dunhuang City, and the wives and ladies of each family are very willing to spend in the spring in order to ask for a jackpot, and everyone knows the brocade of Chang'an's new clothes Gu Fang.

Therefore, as early as the New Year's Festival, they found out what kind of spring shirt makeup will prevail in Chang'an this year, and as soon as spring begins, they rush to Fengling's store to choose the best clothes.

But this year's New Year was so troubled by the Turks, the ladies of each family were inevitably frightened, although the bottom of their hearts was itchy, after all, they were timid, and the matter of enjoying the flowers in spring was all exempted, and the interest in making spring clothes was also weakened.

A few days after the opening of the market, the wind spirit plate estimated the accounts, there were Turkic people entrenched on the Guanwai Road, but Xizhou had the Anxi capital to guard the town, compared to Dunhuang but stable, most of the merchants in Xizhou were reluctant to take the risk to come to buy goods, and the bulk shipments were much less.

The business in the city, without the spring outing, is naturally a lot lighter. Only the purchase of cloth by the Shazhou government a year ago was the largest transaction before the summer, and the risk supported the livelihood of Fengling.

In this way, the Xizhou trip is indispensable.

Kang Dazhi set up in Xizhou's shop, hoarded a lot of cloth and brocade silk as goods, he did not make a living of fabrics, piled up too much but nowhere to sell, if Feng Ling went to Xizhou to open a new shop, just hand over the money to him here, and go straight to Xizhou Kang's store to pick up the cloth.

In this way, Kang Dazhi in Dunhuang got money, and Fengling in Xizhou got cloth. Feng Ling sold the cloth to Persian merchants and went straight out of the Green Mountains, avoiding the danger on the way from Dunhuang to Xizhou, which was very profitable.

The plan is very good, but the most important thing at the moment is to get out of Kansai as soon as possible. Buddha Nu went out to inquire for a few days, and he didn't hear of any big caravan going to Xizhou, but there were scattered merchants, but it was too risky.