When it comes to the Lantern Festival, the year is considered to be over. In www.biquge.info the early morning, the fog had not cleared, and the oil lamp in the cottage in the pear orchard was lit overnight.

Old Ghost Yang changed into a new black cloth coat, and in front of the bronze mirror, he combed his gray hair with a care he had never done before. After combing the hair together, tie it together with a headband. Maybe back then, he was also a man who loved beauty, but unfortunately the years were a pig-killing knife.

Xiao Dan, who had finished hanging his throat outside, brought a basin of water and said in a crisp voice like a yellow bird: "Master Yang, wash your face and put the snacks on the table for you." ”

"Hmm." Yang Xinyong smiled slightly. He didn't eat dim sum at all. But I'm still embarrassed to decline the kindness of my juniors.

Qing Shui stirred on his cheeks, very bright. He rinsed his mouth again, picked up some hemp balls on the table, and ate them. Everything was ready, and he stepped out of the room.

"You're leaving?"

"yes." Yang Xinyong glanced at the old class master. It's already old, and it's not easy to talk again.

The old head of the class sat on the stone pier and said, "Are you in a hurry? There's no hurry, let's talk. ”

Old Ghost Yang was silent for a moment, thinking that the sky was not very bright, so he sat down, "Still busy in the pear orchard?" ”

The old head of the class nodded and said, "Where else can you go if you don't go in the pear orchard?" A few years ago, I could still play some old roles, but now I can't, so I sweep the field and serve tea. Life is the person of the pear orchard, and death is the ghost of the pear orchard. ”

The mist was filled, and Old Ghost Yang helped stuff the tobacco leaves into the smoke pot, helped light it and handed it to him, saying, "You are better than me." I broke my leg when I was young, otherwise I wouldn't have put down this craft and went to him. ”

"Hehe, it's been a few years, and the pear orchard doesn't rely on you to take care of it?"

Yang Xinyong vaguely heard the sound of carriages in the alley outside the wall, and sighed: "This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back." You lit a cigarette for the last time, dude. ”

The old class master took a puff of the cigarette pot was suddenly stunned in mid-air, spit out a long puff of cigarette, and said: "Do you still remember when you and I were shocked by the two little skills of Yangzhou Liyuan, those fans applauded?" ”

Yang Xinyong smiled, and a long-lost smile appeared on his weather-beaten face, without a trace of impurities.

"No more smoking!" The old master knocked the spark tobacco leaves burning in the smoke pot and threw the cigarette stick aside.

Yang Xinyong's lame leg was on crutches, patted the old class master's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'm really leaving!" ”

He slowly walked out of the backyard of the pear orchard. Here, carrying the dreams and struggles of his youth, now, he wants to draw an end to the career he struggled for in the second half of his life, although this full stop may not be very satisfying.

In the middle of the alley was a series of horse-drawn carriages, more than twenty in number, carrying large wooden boxes, covered with straw black cloth. This time, they are all sons who followed Yang Xinyong to the north and south when they were young.

Now that the salt lords are old, the sons and daughters have also become old men.

"Chief, you're here."

"Hmm." Yang Xinyong hummed lightly, sat on the carriage at the front, and tied a piece of blue silk to the pole.

"Ship!"

The convoy set out slowly, it was still early, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and the convoy was unimpeded on the street. The lanterns of some merchant restaurants have been hung up, and they tried the lights last night in order to prepare for today's Shangyuan Festival.

Yang Xinyong's face did not have any expression, and under a closer look, the faces of all the drivers were like this, very solemn. It's like death.

The city gate was surprisingly quiet today, and there were no city guards on duty. As early as last night, the city gate commander received a letter from above, and he was relieved to convoy.

Through the thin mist, the gatekeeper saw the blue silk at the head of the city, and said, "Inform the general that the convoy is out of the city." ”

"Yes, sir."

Yang Xinyong felt the abnormality of today, and the others also felt it. According to the usual practice, a lot of benefits should be given to the city defense battalion at the city gate, but at this time, no one dared to find the dead to collect this life-saving money.

The convoy drove out of the city gate without incident.

Naturally, it is impossible for illegal salt to be transported all the way to the northwest inland like this, and it is naturally transported by river. It's just that at the wharf in Yangzhou City, if you want to transport these things up, the yamen who handle them will have more bills for approval, which are obviously transported to places outside the city and then loaded.

The fog gradually dissipated as the sun rose.

Yang Xinyong looked at the soldiers who were gradually surrounding outside the city, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

"Salt lord Yang Xinyong, I received news from the spies, you are stealing and selling smuggled salt, the amount is huge, the crime is unforgivable, and you will be arrested before you are restrained!"

The old guys in the convoy also had no fear on their faces. They were the means of bureaucracy in their youth, and now they are victims of politics. I'm afraid that it won't be long before there will be one more in the compromises of the court, two Huai salt roads, and the big salt lord Yang Xinyong will be punished.

Then there is a large number of officials stepping on the corpses that once sought wealth and now seek power, and they are on the rise.

Yang Yongxin slowly pulled out a long knife from the haystack behind him. I haven't held a knife for many years, and now Lao Ji has no strength back then, and even the hand holding the knife is a little trembling.

"Thief Yang Xinyong, don't you want to be caught?" The head of the soldier looked at the pile of old salt lords with some amusement, and once upon a time, they had eaten at the same table and bathed in a bathhouse.

Yang Xinyong looked at the sun, stood up, raised a long knife in his hand, and shouted fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes: "If you can't retreat, then you will be killed!" Kill! ”

The old guys behind him, maybe time has passed, and they have already smoothed out their edges and corners, but back then, they all survived in the rivers and lakes. When the long knife was held in their hands again, their eyes changed.

is like an old wolf with a skinny skull, still not forgetting to protect food.

"Fuck me!"

"Lao Tzu is out of the way, do it! I've been upset with this group of bandits! ”

A confrontation without suspense, in the eyes of Lin Lan on the low slope in the distance, this is a group of old bad guys fighting with another group of young bad guys. Naturally, there is no suspense in the ending, the bad guys will get old, and the bad guys who clean up them will still do evil.

With the knife in his hand, Lin Lan saw the old people fall down one by one, in a pool of blood. In this mortal situation, Yang Xinyong seemed to give up his life for the peace of the Lianghuai Salt Road, and reluctantly confessed his guilt and surrendered to the law.

He could have raised his hand to surrender, maybe he would still be a death, since they are all deaths, why not die in style?

Yang Xinyong, who was lame, ran slowly, and smiled very happily as he watched the old guys fall in front of him. Because he is the last to die, watching others die, and then stepping forward himself, he can bear such pain and pressure.

The only minimum lieutenant took a bow and arrow, aimed at Yang Xinyong, who was running over, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Sou!

Arrows flew out.

Yang Xinyong's pupils shrank.

"I'll fuck you!"

With a wave of the long knife, the bow and arrow were directly skimmed away.

"Lao Tzu will pull a cushion when he dies!"

The long knife in his hand was out of his hand, and he flew straight out, throwing it at the captain on horseback.

Sigh!

The horses were startled and leaned back.

The lieutenant still had a bow and arrow in his hand, and one of them did not pay attention and fell off his horse.

The knife was not an arrow after all, and the hilt struck the horse's head. The horse's hooves were messy, and he stepped on the captain's ribs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, not knowing if he would survive.

Immediately after, a flurry of arrows flew in.

Yang Xinyong was shot into a sieve by an arrow.

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