A few days later, in the early morning, when the sky was blue, Qiu Yinming said goodbye to the Taoist in front of the house, and Wuwei took the opportunity to go down the mountain to sell bamboo utensils and buy sundries to send him to Yazhou Mansion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info went down the mountain, looking back, the deer sitting on the sea in the morning light looked back like a paradise in the world's dreams. The two did not delay all the way, and soon arrived at the capital city of Yazhou after dark. There happened to be the last merchant passenger ship bound for Haikou Capital. Wuwei sent Qiu Yinming all the way to the dock.

was about to set sail, Wuwei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yinming, don't leave it at that." The Central Plains is so big, I'm afraid I will look for you like a needle in a haystack in the future. ”

Qiu Yinming smiled and said, "Doesn't Master know divination?" Besides, maybe by then, I'll be famous. ”

Wuwei said: "Don't be a robber." ”

Qiu Yinming got on the boat, looked back and shouted to Wuwei: "See you soon!" ”

Wuwei also smiled and waved his hand at him, and stood in the harbor to watch the ship go out to sea until the ship disappeared at the end of the night.

The next day the ship arrived at Haikou. I asked on the dock, and it happened that a cargo ship was leaving Fuzhou. The two-day journey was as calm as the sea, and the sandbar at the mouth of the Min River was seen in the distance.

The land was getting closer and closer, and within an hour the ship was merging with the numerous ships of all sizes that sailed through the estuary. In the twilight, when the ship entered the berth, he heard the heavy sound of the iron anchor entering the water, and Qiu Yinming suddenly realized that there was a new world in front of him.

By the time I came out of the crowd at the pier, the sun had already sunset. The crows hovered noisily at the head of the city, and then hid in the big locust trees by the city walls. At this time, there were not many people leaving the city, only the newly arrived traders with truckloads of goods from the north and south waiting to enter the city for inspection. Several of the soldiers yawned impatiently and waved at him, "Go in, go in." ”

The lights of the city are on. Most of the people in Anfen have gone home, but all kinds of people are still bustling the street. The fishmongers who formed a line on the roadside successively cleaned up their business, and instead cooked in small stoves under canvas sheds, there seemed to be no shortage of fish, shrimp, crabs and shellfish. Selling candy, sweet porridge, and wontons, the small cart slowly wandered through. Even the shouting of rapping and singing woke up the night of Fuzhou City in the warm lights. Qiu Yinming couldn't help but remember Quanzhou when he was a child, which was almost like this. After many years, such a night is a little strange.

At this point, I was hungry. He doesn't have a lot of entanglements, but he doesn't have a clear plan yet. Ranger Jiuzhou? Although the article can be written like this, it is actually very ridiculous to think about it. Without food and clothing, and without a job or job, how to travel? He shook his head and laughed at himself. Looking around, there is a small wonton noodle shop on the side of the street, with a half-open façade, a yellowed lantern hanging at the door, the light in the shop is like beans, there is no customer, a hunchbacked old man who is over the age of sixteen sits on the low stool by the door and shows his sad face.

Qiu Yinming saw that the old man was so pitiful to open a shop, so he didn't think much about it anymore and walked straight to the shop. When the old man saw that there was a guest, he stood up tremblingly and said, "Guest officer, please come in." What do you want to use?" Qiu Yinming asked, "What do you have here?" The old man said: "The small shop has vegetable and meat wonton noodles, and there are also fried wontons. Would you like to have some wine first?" Qiu Yinming sat down in front of a square table by the door and faced the street, and said, "You don't need to drink, let's have a bowl of wonton noodles." The old man said, "Okay, okay, I'll be here in a moment." He took a rag and wiped the table, took a clay pot, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him, and walked into the room.

Qiu Yinming saw that the tea was half yellow and half red, picked it up and took a sip, it was light and astringent, then put it aside, unloaded the package and looked at this small shop that was not frequented by many people. The lime walls are mottled, and the walls are pasted with straw paper where too much ash has fallen, and the corners of the walls are full of smoky fire and water leaks. On a small offering table by the door is a polished bronze statue of Guan Gong. He felt very strange, the people of southern Fujian did not worship Guan Gong, could it be that the old man came from afar earlier?

It was dark, and as he sat in the dim candlelight, he focused his thoughts. Maybe the elders of the famous families in the Central Plains can still tell the story of their mother, and it's a big deal to go to Hangzhou to ask the Sword Pavilion. In short, this must be considered in the long run, and the most important thing at the moment is to settle down. I have no relatives and no reason in the Central Plains, and the road ahead is like a maze. He took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the bamboo tube and tapped them twice on the table. No matter how much, eat first. He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his eyes to admire the night outside the small door.

There are a lot of flavorful snacks in the street outside the door, and the vendors open the pot and sell it loudly. Opposite the noodle shop is a grilled squid stall, which is doing very well. The man in charge of the stall was a teenage boy who was choking on the green smoke from the firewood. The adults and children waiting to buy gathered around, and the boys were in a hurry. I only hear the impatient person complaining, "You sneeze to knock you down tomorrow!" The boy had no choice but to pay for it with a handful of snot and tears. It amused everyone with a silly look. At this moment, I heard someone say in a strange voice: "Yo, there is a change today." Xiao Zhang, where is your brother?" Three people walked over, and one of them was the speaker, dressed a little elegantly, with a gray silk gown and a six-petal hat, followed by two strong men. When the three of them came, the people gathered around the stall seemed to be blown aside by the wind. The man skimmed his mustache, put his nose in front of the squid that was about to be grilled, and said, "Xiao Zhang, you roast it even better than your brother." The boy didn't speak, and kept wiping his nose with his sleeve. The number of onlookers is increasing.

"Where's your brother?" Two beards asked.

"He, he's not at home. I, my mother is sick, and my brother went to work on the docks. ”

"Who will pay back the money?"

"We'll pay you back before the New Year."

"Chinese New Year? It will not be more than fifty taels of silver next year. You better go back and tell him that if you come back and win it with interest, otherwise, don't blame our host for being polite. With that, he reached out and picked up a skewer of grilled fish from the charcoal fire, and said to himself, "It's so fragrant!" It's been a long time since I've eaten anything like this. Then he turned to the two attendants and said, "Come, take them all." The two of them nodded, stepped forward and took all the grilled fish skewers at once, and picked up the raw fish that had not been put on the oven. The boy begged, "Shopkeeper Wang, don't take these raw things." I haven't done this business yet. ”

Bazihu squinted his eyes and said: "Go to your mother's business, ask to beg our Master Guo." Smash your stove again. Have you seen the fate of selling tofu at the East Gate? Let's go. The three of them shook off in a big way. Only then did someone come over, as if to persuade the dejected boy. After a while, everyone also had astigmatism. The boy cleaned up the stove and walked away.

Qiu Yinming sat at the table and watched it all. I don't know how many people they have bullied on weekdays, and it seems that they have done a lot of things to smash pots and knock shops. I don't know what kind of goods this Master Guo is. At this time, the figure on the wall swayed, and the old man walked out with a big bowl of fiery wonton noodles. Carefully resting in front of him, he said, "Guest officer, please use it." Qiu Yinming hurriedly pulled out the stool next to him and said, "Uncle also sits." When the old man saw that no customer would patronize his shop, he thanked him and sat down. Qiu Yinming was extremely hungry at this time, and without saying a word, he picked up the bowl and ate a few big bites, before he said, "Uncle, you are not a local, right?" The old man was surprised: "How does the guest officer know?" My hometown is in Shanxi. Qiu Yinming smiled: "When I saw you worshipping Guan Gong, I thought that you were probably not from southern Fujian, but you didn't know that you were from Shanxi." The old man saw that he was well-behaved and polite, and liked it in his heart, so he said: "When I was young, my hometown was plagued by insects, and my family moved south three times, and finally settled here. Later, his parents and his wife died of illness one after another, and there was a child who was a catcher in the government, alas, "Alas, ......" The old man looked sad and continued: "Disaster is not a one-way street, once I was ordered to arrest the thief, I didn't think about it, but I was seriously injured, and I lost my life in three days." At that time, the old man of Futai was a kind person, and he gave some silver taels, and he supported this small shop to make a living, and it has been more than ten years. When a man is old, he will go with him, and one day at a time. Guest officer, look at your appearance, you are also a foreigner, right?"

Qiu Yinming nodded, took a sip of soup and said, "I won't tell you, I'm from Yazhou."

The old man exclaimed: "Oh! The guest officers are from overseas. ”

The people of the Central Plains always thought that Qiongya was an overseas wilderness, Qiu Yinming didn't care, swallowed the things in the bowl in three or two, and said: "I have an uncle in Hangzhou, and I want to go to him this time." When the old man saw that he was eating so quickly, he asked, "Would you like another bowl?" Qiu Yinming said with a smile: "I'm full." Just got off the boat hungry and ate faster. Uncle, you have lived here for so many years, and this Fuzhou city is still peaceful?"

The old man frowned and said: "It was a good place before, but then Lord Futai was transferred, and in the following terms, the land hooligans never cared about trouble. Do you know that there are many idle people in this Fuzhou city. More than ten years ago, there was a bachelor named Guo Liu, who worked as a thug in the casino of Dajucai Teahouse, and became the head of the casino thug after a few years. The daughter of the old owner of Dajucai was widowed at that time, and the old owner saw that Guo Liu would do things, so they recruited him as a son-in-law. Now he is the owner of the big fortune. Over the years, he has made a fortune like a snowball, and Fuzhou is famous. ”

The old man sighed and said: "He has a large group of thugs, and he does everything on weekdays, but the old man of Futai doesn't know anything. Yesterday, the Dongmen tofu stall was smashed for them. I heard that it seems that Master Guo has taken a fancy to the granddaughter of the old woman who sells tofu. The way of the world is becoming more and more unpleasant. The old man shook his head, "Guest officer, it's still far from Hangzhou." Be careful on the road. "Don't worry." Qiu Yinming took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and said to the old man, "You can take these first." "Hey, that's too much. I'll get you some copper coins. The old man wanted to get up, but Qiu Yinming held him down and said, "No need, no need." The old man was pressed by him and couldn't move, so he had to give up.

Qiu Yinming picked up his luggage and went to the street. A short distance to the right is a bustling avenue, lined with double-storey shops on both sides, and the yellow, orange and orange lanterns of restaurants and restaurants form a long line. It's when the house is full. Figures are crowded, cups, plates, pots and pots are playing and singing, and there are cars and horses passing through the road from time to time. In the distance, the green sleeves danced in the Qinglou Song Hall, chaotic and noisy.

If he didn't have some worries in his heart, he just wanted to find a small inn to sleep well. Suddenly, I heard someone in front of me scolding: "Don't roll and break your legs!"

I saw a scholar who looked like he was pushed out of the door of a teahouse, fell to the ground on his back, couldn't get up for a while, and muttered something while holding his hat. Two short-dressed thugs walked out, and one of them walked up and kicked the scholar and shouted: "Next time you see the signboard clearly, we won't take credit here!" I'll spare you this time, get out!" The scholar nodded and sang, and walked on the ground. The thug took a sip and beckoned to go in with the other. Passers-by don't look at it, it seems to be commonplace.

Qiu Yinming approached and looked up, and there was a gold-lettered signboard hanging on the door of the four-bay room, "Great Gathering of Wealth". I thought: Isn't this the store of Mr. Guo? It's a coincidence, but let's find an inn to settle down in. Nanyuan Street is quite long, a tea kung fu to the end, around the corner is a small hotel, it looks neat, so pay to live in. After washing his face and taking a few sips of tea, he went out again.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the big fortune, a commotion came to him.

"Hah! I won!"

"Fuck it! Frustrated!"

"Ahh Lao Tzu hit the gods today! Twenty taels! Haha......"

"Rejoice what! Lose for a while and eat!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! Place your bets—"

On the front wall, there is a statue of the God of Wealth who is one person high, there are two lanterns hanging on the top, each book has a big red bronzing "hair" word, more than 20 octagonal headlamps are hung on the roof, and the smell of smoke and candles is mixed with the smell of sour sweat. A large table in the center of the hall is surrounded like a honeycomb. There were also ten tables of eight immortals around, and the onlookers at each table were more or less different, and the hall officials kept adding cold water to the cups of the parched gamblers with teapots, running in and out, and shouting "Coming--". There were people coming and going at the door one after another, and everyone in rough and elegant clothes could be seen. Five or six thugs dangled around the hall. A staircase leads to the second floor, and the shopkeeper behind the long platform next to the staircase is stilted up and busy collecting money for chips. Qiu Yinming saw that this person was not the shopkeeper of the two-bearded king, and he couldn't help but look at him twice.

At this time, I suddenly heard a "coaxing" on the big table in the middle, and the gamblers slapped the table and stomped their feet, and someone shouted: "Take it all!" This was followed by the sound of chips being touched. He also listened to humanity: "Everyone, winning or losing depends on luck." If you have a treasure, if you don't have a treasure, you will see the excitement, and the next round of wealth will be very good! Come, come, bet again—" Twenty or thirty gamblers crammed around the table with their necks stretched, some rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs, and stepped on a stool with one foot, and some of them sweated brightly on their foreheads under the reddish light, and glared with their fists, and spoke harshly. Qiu Yinming walked to the big table and squeezed in sideways. The person on the side waved his elbow and shouted: "What a squeeze, ** ......" but it was like stabbing on a stone, and the man turned his face and saw that Qiu Yinming was half a head taller than him, so he was silent. It turns out that this is playing Sic Bo, winning fast and losing quickly, and it is the favorite of the neighborhood.