An hour later, it was already the end of the unitary hour, the sky was rapidly darkening, lanterns were hung up on the post house street to light the candles, the street was still full of people, the buildings on both sides were also brightly lit and became more and more lively, and even a few pancake fruit stalls were placed on the side of the street, and a breathing fragrance slowly spread in the night breeze.

But the Silver Moon Pavilion, which usually seems to be deserted, is particularly lively tonight, with all kinds of carriages parked on both sides of the gate, and many people crowded at the door, because it is no longer possible to squeeze in.

In the hall where the Silver Moon Pavilion entered, there was a blind old man, but at this time he had changed into a brand-new coarse linen clothes, still pulling the erhu that creaked like killing a pig, and next to the old man stood a neatly dressed, wearing a set of skirts, still playing a bamboo board and still telling in a crisp voice the tragic life experience of his parents who died and suffered a flood and was homeless.

One day...... Two days .......

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The girl's miserable life experience and suffering, in the sympathy and lamentation of the listeners, the enthusiasm slowly faded.

But because of the performances of the girl and the old man in the past few days, the Silver Moon Pavilion can be said to be the most popular building in the post house every day, and the businessmen and officials who came to listen to this allegro also ordered a little lady to accompany them in the Silver Moon Pavilion by the way, and then listened to the song and danced, drank a little wine, and touched and pinched to dissipate this sympathy in the gentle township, so the Silver Moon Pavilion can be said to be the most popular building on the post house street in recent days, provoking Qi Chu, Han Yan, Zhao Wei, the stewards of several large gardens and the little lady, but they are helpless.

But as this enthusiasm passed, the novelty slowly disappeared, and the Silver Moon Pavilion slowly quieted down, although the daily crowds were still much more lively than before, a new balance had gradually formed, and the guests of the other gardens had slowly returned to their normal state.

That night, the blind old man and the girl were still performing this allegro, but there were many fewer guests sitting around drinking tea and admiring it, not to mention the sparse lala, but there were only twenty or thirty, which was simply different from the first two days.

A two-bridled carriage came along the street, and the streets were full of handkerchiefs waving, but it did not affect the carriage in the slightest, and under the drive of the coachman, it drove straight to the Silver Moon Pavilion and stopped, and then a man in his thirties dressed in an official palace came out of the car.

After the man got out of the car, he tidied up his clothes and tiara a little, and the two women who were in charge of greeting him at the door hurriedly greeted him, and put his arms around the man on the left and right sides and said in a coquettish voice: "Oh, Lord Yan, you are here, don't mention how lively our Silver Moon Pavilion has been these days?" ”

The man's face was slightly unhappy and he snorted and said, "Wanwan is here?" ”

"My lord, you are really hard-hearted, every time you are only a little hard, the two of us will be very good at serving people! Would it be nice to have our sisters serve Lord Yan tonight? Two women hugged the man and walked inside.

The man didn't continue to speak, and when he walked into the lobby, he saw the two grandparents and grandsons playing erhu and allegro, so he stopped curiously to listen.

At this time, a young man dressed in a fancy costume and listening to the play slapped the table vigorously and said: "I said if you two will say something else, I have been listening to this paragraph for three days, if you can have other paragraphs, it will be rewarded!" ”

The young scribe casually took out a few golden cakes from his money bag and placed them on the table.

"Wow~" Not only the group of women and helpers of the Silver Moon Pavilion covered their mouths, but even the steward and some officials and businessmen who were also sitting next to them and listening to the allegro were all moved.

A gold cake weighs one tael, is worth two hundred copper coins, and the young man in Chinese costume has five pieces, which means that it is worth a thousand yuan, and a thousand yuan is almost a year's income of a moderately wealthy family, even in Xianyang, you can still live a decent life.

You must know that a six-grade county order is only five or six hundred stone official rank a year, and the income is only two thousand yuan per month, and the official rank of seven and eight grades is even less, as for the official position, it is generally three or five stone grain per month, which is just enough for a family to eat and wear, although the consumption of Yiguan Street is not high, but it is not an ordinary knife and pen official can consume.

As for ordinary helpers, they earn at most thirty or fifty yuan a month, just like the most ordinary coolie salaried class in later generations, who have just been able to fill their stomachs, and don't think about anything else, and even the job of a helper is not particularly easy to find.

Therefore, poverty is still the norm in Daqin, except for the top rich, princes and official officials of Daqin, the vast majority of people are still very poor, which is why those hundred disciples have sharpened their heads and squeezed to Xianyang, because if you want to become an official, the fastest way is to get the emperor's approval.

Therefore, looking at these golden cakes that shimmered golden in the light, the girl's eyes couldn't take their eyes off in an instant, and the bamboo board in her hand stopped.

With this money, they can return to their hometown to repair their houses and buy livestock and farm tools.

"Grandpa, or you'll tell that story......

"No way!" Before the little girl could finish her words, she was interrupted by the old man, and then she groped her way up and picked up the erhu and crutches and said, "Let's go with grandpa, let's not talk about allegro!" ”

"Hey, uncle, you're blind, but you're also blind, this is five taels of gold!" A middle-aged man with a big belly next to him couldn't help but say.

"Yes, uncle, you have been here for several days, and I have also come to listen to it for three days, and if there is a good story, I will tell it, and I will be rewarded for what I say!" A middle-aged man dressed in a scribe's costume also pulled out a gold cake and placed it on the table.

"Wow~" The room erupted in exclamation again.

"That's right, don't shirk it, if you don't talk about it today, it's impossible to get out of the Silver Moon Pavilion, otherwise this official will notify the forbidden army to arrest your grandfather and grandson and migrate to the northwest to reclaim the wasteland!" An official in an official uniform threatened.

"Grandpa, slave is afraid!" The little girl's face turned pale with fright, and she hugged the old man's arm tightly and whispered.

"Alas, let's go!" The old man sighed, touched the little girl's hair with his rough big hands, hesitated for a long time and then said to the surrounding groups: "Don't hide it from you, Lao Er used to be a scholar, and his eyes were clear, but because of an extremely terrible thing, Lao Er became blind, and that thing lingered like a nightmare every day. ”

"Don't be noisy, talk quickly!" A group of people couldn't wait to urge.

"Serve fragrant tea to all guests!" The steward of the Silver Moon Pavilion was also a little excited, if the old man really spoke well, it was estimated that he would be in the market again in the next few days, and he would make money every day, and he didn't look too much at this little bit of gold cake.

The old man sat down again, and after a few sips of hot tea, his face became very serious and serious, and then slowly began to tell an unbelievable story.

"It was thirty-eight years ago, Lao Er was twenty-seven years old, because he liked to read, so he often read until late at night, one day on a summer night, after his wife and children were asleep, I lit Song Ming and sat in front of the window to read, I was fascinated by what I saw, suddenly a cold wind blew in from the window, Song Ming was blown out, just when I was about to go and light the candle, suddenly there was a terrible scream in the wilderness outside......

And the middle-aged man who listened to the allegro had already walked to the staircase, and after listening to this beginning, he couldn't help but stop and turn his head.

"Because I was young and strong at that time, and at the same time I thought that someone had encountered a wild beast at night, so I picked up a firewood knife and went out to watch, it was the fifteenth day of the seventh month, although it was a full moon night, but I found that the moon in the sky was slowly covered by dark clouds, I carried the firewood knife deep and shallow and walked to the place where the scream came. Because it was near my house, I was familiar with the surroundings, and I walked along a path for a long time, but I never saw anything, and just when I thought that the person who had just screamed had been taken by the beast and was about to turn back, suddenly there was another scream in front of me, and the sound was not far away, so I walked forward again......"

"There are wild grass and thorns all around, there are a lot of mosquitoes, snakes and ants on weekdays, but there is nothing that day, mosquitoes, snakes and ants seem to have suddenly disappeared out of thin air, I feel that the more I walk, the quieter and quieter, and at the same time I feel colder and colder, and the wind gusts all around, it seems to be mixed with the crying and roaring of people and not like people, like beasts and not like beasts, I walked colder and colder, and finally seemed to fall into an ice cave, so I became more and more frightened, and finally I saw a scene that made me have nightmares for the rest of my life......"

As the old man slowly told this bizarre story, the entire Silver Moon Pavilion fell silent, not only the guests downstairs, but also the guests and prostitutes who were playing and entertaining in the room upstairs, and then nearly a hundred people stood by and listened attentively.

And when the old man talked about the cold wind and screaming, goosebumps came out of everyone's body for no reason, as if the temperature of the Silver Moon Pavilion had dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, and the timid even numb, covering their mouths nervously, for fear that they would scream and provoke something terrible.

"You...... What exactly do you see? The young man in the Chinese costume who had just taken out the gold cake was pale and nervous at this time, and he grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly and asked in a trembling voice.

"I saw a gloomy and dilapidated temple in a place where Pingjapan was originally a barren mountain, and in the center of the hall there was a huge cyan copper tripod that was burning, and the flames were green, and there was a person in the bronze tripod who was struggling in the flames, opening his mouth wide but not making any sound, but every few moments a human figure would erupt from his mouth and let out a terrible scream in the flames, and then it would soon be burned by the flames, and there was a group of strangely dressed people around the copper tripod, and those people looked strange, Among them was a man dressed in pitch black, with a high black hat with the words "peace in the world" written on it, and a green glow in the night, and another man dressed in white, with a long tongue and a high white hat with the words "Fortune at first sight" written on the hat, and on both sides there were two stranger people, one with the head of a horse and the other with the head of a bull, holding a cyan chain in his hand, and the chain also emitted a faint green light, except for these four, The surroundings were faintly crowded with all kinds of people with dull faces, all of them with their heads and long tongues, like ghosts......"

The old man's voice was low, as if with a chill, and the stories he told were terrifying, and the people around him trembled one after another.

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