After a while, Yun Zheng's teapot was empty, and after the shopkeeper changed the water twice, he made a new pot of tea.

"Little Brother Yun, you have such good tea, why don't you sell it? Brother, I am in the tea business, why don't you come up with a secret recipe, and I have all the rest of my brother, how do you think the profit is halved? ”

Yun Zheng cocked his thumb and said: "Brother Ren Gaojian, of course this business is done, but it can't be done now, the imperial court is exchanging this tea for war horses, and the current state affairs are currently on hold, and our plan to make a fortune can only be shelved in the future." ”

The fat man nodded suddenly, and also cocked his thumb and praised: "I see, no wonder such a good thing has not been spread, Brother Yun is dedicated to the country, brother, I admire and admire!" ”

Yun Zheng dispelled the bad ideas of those ambitious guys in one sentence, as long as any business is stained with the national policy, no one dares to make up their minds, in case the national policy is broken, their fate is miserable and cannot be described.

Duan Hong stood under the eaves of the teahouse, his eyes were full of confusion, I don't know what the reason, Duan Hong always felt that this matter was Yun Zheng's handiwork, he was different from Xiaolin, Xiaolin was a monk, although he walked on the rivers and lakes to eat and sleep, but his understanding of the villagers was far less clear than that of the grassroots like Duan Hong.

From the very beginning, Duan Hong thought that there could be no rebellion in Chengdu Prefecture, and the rich people may think that Chengdu Mansion had a tradition of rebellion, but Duan Hong believed that the last massacre had dispelled the courage of the villagers to rebel.

He and Yun Zheng have the same opinion, as long as the peasants don't rise up to rebel, they can't set off big waves by relying on the weavers in the city alone, but he was still frightened by the tragedy of Zhangjia Grain Store, and when he saw that the prefect gave the order regardless of it, he suddenly had a clear concept in his mind, and the broken threads were connected by him one by one, and finally pointed the finger at Yun Zheng.

His heart was extremely conflicted, as a catcher. Yun Zheng's approach is neither in line with heavenly principles nor in line with the law, but it is very human.

A person who uses rebellion to do things at every turn is undoubtedly the sworn enemy of the Great Song Dynasty, and Duan Hong, who was born in a family of fast hunters, should come forward to find out such a traitorous and evil person, and when he turned around and saw the smiling faces of those people on the street carrying food, such a thing could not be done anyway.

Seeing Yun Zheng sitting in the teahouse and talking with others, Duan Hong left the teahouse gloomily, tightened his belt, straightened the waist knife, and walked to Huaqian Street. His patrol area was shifted from Huanhua Creek to here. It's not because the headcatcher suddenly got nice to him. It's because Huaqian Street is now a place where brave and ruthless people gather, and three fast catchers have died here for unknown reasons.

Duan Hong was not afraid, but was very happy, because the Lingxi Pavilion was here. Whenever I look upstairs, my heart is always very sweet.

At sunset, Duan Hong returned home and had a meal with his mother, who is now very thrifty and only eats two meals a day, especially in such a disaster year, his mother just boiled a pot of porridge.

I saw that my mother's rice bowl only had clear soup, but in her own bowl was half a bowl of rice grains. Duan Hong poured the porridge in the bowl back into the pot and stirred it vigorously a few times, and then refilled the two bowls of porridge.

"Hong'er, you still have to go on an errand at night, how can you do if you don't have enough to eat. The mother fell asleep after a while, and it was a waste to eat too much. The old woman drank porridge and complained about the broken hung.

Duan Hong frowned and said: "Didn't I give you ten taels of silver a few days ago, today's grain price has dropped, you should go and stock up on some food, you are always hungry, and it is not good for your body." ”

Speaking of the ten taels of silver, the old woman's face was full of smiles, and she said with a smile: "This is also used to say that for your mother, the scattered money in the family, as well as the money woven in the linen a few days ago, all bought into brown rice, you see, there are two large jars, enough for our mother and son to eat until May, and the ten taels of silver dare not move."

For your mother, you should have married a daughter-in-law a long time ago, and the money is of great use, but you don't dare to waste it casually. ”

Hearing his mother say this, Duan Hong lost his mind for a moment, and the moving song sounded in his ears, but he quickly sobered up, shook his head, drank the gruel in the bowl in one gulp, said hello to his mother, and hung up his waist knife to open the dilapidated door and walked out.

Duan Hong tried hard to straighten his waist on the street, and his thin clothes were not enough to resist the cold, but he still insisted, and he was never willing to be obscene on Huaqian Street. My mother once said that no matter how shabby the clothes are, a person with a straight back is still a person, and a person must stand up to the sky and the earth to become a person.

Zhang's grain store was robbed, causing the rich people in Chengdu to still be very nervous, and the walls of every house were hung with angry wind lamps, and occasionally the sound of dogs barking came out.

Huaqian Street is not long, only half a mile, after walking back and forth three times, the little porridge that Duan Hong drank at night disappeared, and his stomach was gurgling, but this is nothing to Duan Hong, he has been used to being hungry since he was a child.

So, he tightened his belt again, leaned against a dark corner with his waist knife, and looked at the brilliant lights on the Lingxi Pavilion, these days the business of the Lingxi Pavilion is very bleak, and he hasn't heard that beautiful song for a while, and after waiting for a long time, the song still hasn't sounded, and the lights of the surrounding people are going out one by one.

Duan Hong plans to go on patrol for another week, and when the head of the watch rings three times, he plans to go home, and today's patrol task will be completed.

As soon as he walked out of the dark corner, a window above his head suddenly opened, and a crisp voice came: "Hey, Xiao Yukuai, see that you have been guarding here for a long time, do you want three rice balls here?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Duan Hong to refuse, a small package was dropped, Duan Hong hurriedly caught it, and when he looked up again, he found that the window had been closed, and only the sound of women frolicking came from somewhere.

Duan Hong took the small bag, the rice balls in it were still hot, and you were not welcome, after opening it, it tasted very good, and sprinkled some frosting on it, and ate two in one go, Duan Hong re-wrapped the remaining one and put it in his arms, leaving it for his mother to have breakfast tomorrow.

Not sure why. After seeing that little face, Duan Hong felt feverish, and he didn't know if it was because of food in his stomach, or other reasons, his heart was beating fast, he hurried to the well, brought up half a bucket of water, and drank it in one go, then he felt a lot more comfortable, the sound of bangzi sounded, it was already three watches, the window was also dark, the sound of frolicking was gone, it was late at night, it was time to sleep.

When he turned back from the corner of the street, he suddenly found that two black shadows were climbing upstairs of the Lingxi Pavilion, and Duan Hong tiptoed into it and carefully hid himself in a dark corner.

I want to wait until the thief climbs up, and then shout loudly, in that way, the thief will be unable to escape, the thugs of the Lingxi Pavilion are very fierce, which is recognized by the people of Chengdu Mansion.

There was a sound of breathing behind him, Duan Hong knew that it was not good, and flashed to the side suddenly, a sharp knife slashed from the waist ribs, Duan Hong clamped the knife with his arm, and his right hand bent his elbow and slammed backwards, the person who attacked him snorted, threw away the knife, a thin rope strangled on Duan Hong's neck, turned over and planned to carry a dead pig, once the neck was strangled by the rope, let the family carry it a few times, and the throat would be cut by the thin rope, fortunately, Duan Hong was alert, and put his hand on his neck, The rope woven by the thin cow tendon cut into the palm of Broken Hong's hand like a knife, Broken Hong raised his foot and kicked the wall, and the force of the forward rush immediately fell the two of them together, and Broken Hong, who broke free from the thin rope, didn't think about pulling out his short knife and inserted it down his ribs.

A miserable scream, in the quiet of the long street is particularly loud, this is not the time to relax, Broken Hong stabbed the knife into it fiercely, and twisted hard, he wanted this thief to shout louder because of the pain, his throat had been hurt just now, the pain was terrible.

Seeing that the lights of the Lingxi Pavilion were gradually turning on, Duan Hong got up from the thief's body, and cut the thief's tendons and tendons with four knives in a row, and then looked upstairs vigilantly.

The Lingxi Pavilion was bustling, the window on the third floor opened, and a long strip was thrown out, with the help of the light scattered by the Qi Death Wind Lamp on the wall, Duan Hong saw the little face again, and pounced with a loud roar, but fortunately he hugged the thing, changed the direction of the fall, and rushed out to the side.

Broken Hong fell heavily to the ground below, and the hard ground hit his five organs and six lungs in pain, and then the long thing fell on his stomach, and Broken Hong seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking, but in the vigilance of the martial artist, he rolled out with the thing in his arms.

The steel knife slashed at the place where he fell just now, and the sparks splashed, and Duan Hong let go of the quilt in his hand, lay on the ground, drew the knife out of the sheath, and slashed out horizontally, and with a bang, the waist knife slashed on the thief's calf and made a sound like chopping wood.

Seeing that the steel knife chopped down by the thief was about to fall on his neck, Duan Hong turned over again, wanting to roll farther, but was blocked by an object, and when Duan Hong turned his head to look, he found a peach blossom-like ruddy cheek in front of his eyes.

Broken Hong knew that his ribs were broken, and the two blows just now were already the limit of what he could do, and now he was just a lamb to the slaughter, but at this moment, he didn't seem to be very afraid, and he even had some joy in his heart.

The steel knife didn't fall for a long time, and he heard Koji's roar, the sound of the already sharp blade breaking through the wind, and his heart was relieved, and the tide of severe pain drowned him like a tide......