"Shopkeeper Huang, have you heard? The group of monks in the White Horse Temple were destroyed last night? "The curfew in Chang'an City has just ended, and the news of the bloody incident in the White Horse Temple on the bank of Qujiang Pond has spread.

"Why haven't I heard that the fifth uncle of my third aunt's family and the fourth daughter-in-law is working as a husband over there. In the middle of the night, I happened to pass by there, and I was so frightened that I collapsed directly on the ground. According to him, it's miserable! The blood flowed out of the temple and stained half of Qujiang Pond red! Huang Laoxi, the shopkeeper of the soup cake shop who had just pulled up the door panel, squinted his eyes and responded mysteriously with a mysterious face. It was as if if you could open your eyes and see corpses and bloodstains everywhere.

"Whoever did it, isn't he afraid of the Buddha's guilt?" A charcoal vendor stopped the donkey cart with a frightened face, as if the Buddha had condemned him and would implicate him in the disaster of the pond fish.

"How do I know? I want to know, I won't open this soup cake shop, and go directly to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion on an errand! The fat man scolded the peddler angrily, and then, his eyes instantly widened again, "Charcoal? How to sell it, if it's cheap, I have all the bags for this car. (Note: Gyeongzhao Province is the yamen in charge of public security and government affairs in various parts of Gyeonggi.) This will be called Yongzhou Mansion, Jingzhao Mansion that was changed after the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and it will be unified as Jingzhao Mansion for convenience. ）

"Four catties a penny, the best willow charcoal, you use it to burn the fire and keep warm, it is a first-class good messenger!" The peddler immediately didn't care about the panic, grabbed a piece of charcoal from the donkey cart with a smiling face, and whispered to Huang Laoxi, "You can break it yourself, if there is a little bit of burning, I will give you ten catties for nothing." ”

"Four catties for a penny is too expensive, this car is about five hundred catties, I'll give you one hundred and twenty dollars!" Huang Laoxie didn't look at it, pushed away the vendor's hand, and began to bargain.

"One hundred and twenty dollars, I can't even get the capital back. Shopkeeper, you do such a big business, why do you have to fight with me as a hard worker. One hundred and twenty-two, it can't be lower, and the remaining three cents are counted, and I invite you to eat for a long time! ”

"Die for you! One hundred and two, I'll add another pound of soup cakes to you, otherwise you will be pulled down! ”

"Medium! One hundred and two is one hundred and two! The amount of soup and cakes is enough, I'm still hungry! ”

Both of them are experts in business, and in the blink of an eye, the price was finalized. The peddler is also a diligent person, so he took the initiative to help him move the charcoal into the yard without being greeted by Huang Laoxi. While moving, he also inquired in his mind, "Shopkeeper, if someone kills a monk, doesn't the Buddha condemn him?" In our village, a mage passed by last year, and he thought that the rich man had little charity, so he said that he was rich and unkind, and he would definitely invite disaster. As a result, the youngest son of the rich man broke his leg while riding a horse this year......"

"Every year in Gyeonggi, there are not 1,000 people who break their legs while riding horses, but 800, is it because the sesame oil money is less?" Shopkeeper Huang was very impatient when asked, but for the sake of the hawker's diligence, he frowned and retorted. "The monk suspected that there was less charity, so he cursed, and he was not a good bird. If the Buddha can really see it, it should be his turn to condemn the sin! ”

"That's right. It's no wonder that Shopkeeper Huang can make his business so big, he thinks that he is more transparent than us countrymen! The peddler suddenly opened up, smiling at flattery.

"Hmm!" Huang Laoxi, the shopkeeper of the soup and cake shop, was photographed comfortably, and returned to the house with square steps and began to count the money for the vendor. After a short time, the money that should be paid was strung with rope. Immediately, he instructed the men to fill two large bowls of soup cakes, poured them with large bone broth, and two cloves of white garlic, and put them on the table near the door.

The peddler finished carrying the charcoal and walked in. first took the copper coin from the hand of the shopkeeper Huang, counted it quickly, quickly put it into the blanket behind him, and then picked up the wooden bowl, divided it by two, and ate the two large bowls of soup cakes cleanly.

Immediately, he didn't dare to get up and leave immediately. While sitting in a sheltered position behind the door and waiting to sweat, he smiled and gave a thumbs up to the shopkeeper, "It's delicious, the soup cakes in your hometown, I loved to eat them when I was a child." After all these years, the taste hasn't changed! It's just that the boy's family has a tense life, and it's rare to have money to satisfy their hunger. ”

"In the future, send a few more truckloads of charcoal, just like the texture and price today, every time the old man will let you eat to your heart's content." Hearing the hawker praise his soup cakes so much, the shopkeeper Huang was in a better mood. I thought about it and made a promise with a smile.

"Thank you so much for being old!" Unexpectedly, he could negotiate business for most of the winter in one go, and the hawker jumped up happily and shook himself at the shopkeeper Huang.

Immediately, while continuing to stand on the edge of the wall and sweating, he asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, you are well-informed, can you say a few more words to me?" After I go back, I also have a reason to chat with the villagers? ”

"Say what?" Shopkeeper Huang glanced at the vendor vigilantly, and his brows slowly began to wrinkle.

"White Horse Temple, the monk of White Horse Temple." The peddler cautiously looked around, confirming that no other passers-by had come to eat for the time being, and a few words of chat could not delay the business of the shopkeeper Huang, so he said with a smiling face, "For no reason, how did someone destroy the door?" What a feud this is? What about the officials who patrol the night, didn't the officials hear the slightest movement? ”

"Why do you care so much? Can you still delay selling charcoal? The shopkeeper glared at the vendor and counted down angrily. However, it was a rare opportunity to show off that he was well-informed, and after hesitating, he couldn't help but lower his voice and leak: "Isn't it true that the official mission can't be reached when it is needed, and the thief only appears when he leaves?" ”

"Ahh ”

"What's the difference? There are old people on official errands, and there are young people at the bottom, and they can't put their lives on the line just for a penny a month. Huang Laoxie looked around, and his voice was lowered, "There are some things, I say, you just listen." Out of this door, I don't admit anything. The monk of the White Horse Temple died by himself, no wonder others! ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" The charcoal vendor nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and at the same time erected his ears straight.

"They are used to extorting money from people, and this time they actually went to the door to knock on the bamboo pole of the ordnance supervisor Zhang Shaojian." Huang Laoxie looked around vigilantly again, and continued to add in a low voice, "Are you a soft persimmon when you are that young eunuch, you are the great-grandson of Zou Guogong." Zou Guogong do you know no, the eighteenth person in the first row of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion is. Although the strength of the Zhang family is not as good as before, it is rich and noble in the sea of corpses and blood after all. A group of flower monks came to the door to bully Zou Guogong's great-grandson, the soldiers in the army, can they be spared? ”

"Ahh

And that old yellow evil, Wu Zi is not addicted. After taking a sip of tea, he continued to add in a low voice, "I heard that this morning I went to the door to search, and in the White Horse Temple, no less than forty pieces of women's clothes, shoes and socks were found. A group of flower monks, the Buddha estimated that they had long been unpleasant, and this time, he simply cleaned up the portal with the help of Shaoguo Gong's hand! ”

……

"Did you hear that the monk of the White Horse Temple destroyed the door last night?"

"Why haven't you heard of it, you deserve it. A group of color embryos, what kind of master is it? This time there was retribution. ”

Those who like to add oil and vinegar to spread gossip are not only Huang Laoxie and charcoal sellers. At the same time, in the streets and alleys of Jingshi, there were people making similar discussions.

"It's not just retribution, it's like self-inflicted death. Haven't you heard that the monk openly hit a certain official mansion the day before yesterday. Is it the idea that he is not allowed to hit the princess? ”

"What, the monk is fighting with the official master for the princess? That's too arrogant, isn't it? Which official master? Which princess? ”

"Have you heard that the monk fought with the ordnance supervisor Zhang Shaojian for the princess, and was destroyed by Zhang Shaojian by someone sent by Zhang Shaojian to destroy the whole door?"

"Why haven't you heard that the young eunuch Zhang is the great-grandson of Zou Guogong, and he first told the emperor with an excerpt, and then went to the Sixteen Wei Generals' Mansion to cry. As a result, all the monks were killed that night! ”

"I deserve it, I want to fight the princess when I become a monk. The Buddha couldn't tolerate him......"

The rumors soon changed their taste, and took on a peach-like color, which made the busy people from all walks of life who got up early and danced with excitement.

The only one who doesn't shine is probably the person concerned, Zhang Qian. Early in the morning, he was "invited" by more than 50 followers led by Yin Xinti, the young man of Jingzhao Mansion, to a guest room in the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion to assist in the investigation of the case. Although he was not shackled, he couldn't get out of the door, let alone gossip about the ups and downs that happened in the capital.

And the young Yin Xinti of Jingzhao Mansion is obviously a veteran of investigating cases. didn't reveal to Zhang Qian what turmoil he was involved in, just held tea and chatted with him in the east and west. From the academic dispute between the Mojia and Yang Zhu in the Spring and Autumn Period, all the way to the windmill and machine well map that Zhang Qianjin dedicated a few days ago, the conversation was so hungry that people were still talking.

"I said Xin Shaoyin, what do you want to ask, do you just say no? I know, I'm sure I'll tell you. If you continue to talk like this, you are not hungry, but I am still hungry? Zhang Qian was really a little overwhelmed by the other party, and couldn't help but tap the table and urge in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, the brothers are investigating, they're investigating. Xin was afraid that someone would be ignorant and collide with the young eunuch, so he invited you here to hide and be clean. "Although Yin Xinti, the young man of Jingzhao Mansion, is a fourth-grade person, he is a cut above Zhang Qian in terms of official position and real power. However, the person was very modest, listened to his complaints, and immediately accompanied the smiling face to express his position.

"If the young eunuch wants to eat the morning food, I will send someone to buy it. Whether it is snacks, snacks, or soup cakes, whatever the young eunuch wants to eat, even if the list comes out. I can still get a little light with me, but I was tossed up early in the morning, in fact, I was already hungry! Another official, dressed in the army, also approached with a smile and whispered. The expression on the face, how respectful and respectful it should be.

"Fuck, is there a hapless time-traveler like me? It's not mixed with high-ranking officials, but mixed with shuanggui! Zhang Qian was so angry that he scolded his mother in his stomach, but he was helpless against the other party.

When he was asked to come to Jingzhao Mansion to assist in the investigation of the case, Xin Ti showed a complete set of relevant documents. Procedurally, he couldn't find any mistakes on the other side. And the other party is like a monk chanting, chatting with him, which can be regarded as a courtesy. He can't turn his face with the other party because he is upset, and drive people out directly.

was depressed, but he heard Na Xinti say with a smile: "Or, let's have a soup cake from the old Huang family in Guangdefang?" His family has been cooking for a while, but it's been a little old. Many people who get up early to go to the city for business like to eat at his house. By the way, let's have another bad fish of the old Yang family, which is also a first-class time-honored brand. His fish are all crucian carp flowers specially caught from Qujiang Pond, and it is said that they are stained with the incense of the White Horse Temple, and the taste is very different from others. ”