There is really such a tofu stall at the west entrance of Taiyuan. There are a lot of people who eat, don't look at the business is so prosperous, and the money earned is hard money. In these years, food is expensive, tofu is expensive, and people are reluctant to buy it, preferring to eat it almost enough. It's cheap to buy, but it's also going to be a loss, and it's not easy for a small workshop to be supported by a woman alone.

As dusk approached, the storyteller on one side was already seated, drinking tea, waiting for the audience to gather. No matter how difficult life is, the means of entertainment are always endless. Listening to dramas and telling stories, watching the rivers and lakes to perform arts, there is really no show, so they shout and sing and put the dragon gate. Anyway, you can't live to not starve.

Tofu brain is delicious, the key is in a tender word. When you get old, you don't have that kind of lubrication in the mouth, and the taste is half worse.

"A bowl of tofu brain."

The woman is on the side, is she really a pretty widow? Woman. The sharpened minibus, a red lip slightly raised, the bent thin waist, under the coaxing man, blushed and brought the tofu brain to Yang Fan's face, "Childe has been waiting for a long time." ”

Yang Fan smiled back, picked up the tofu brain and scooped it a few times, stirring some of the sauce on it.

While the storytelling has begun. Dressed in a black shirt and bowler hat, the lean storyteller rolled up his sleeves, patted the wooden block in his hand, coughed his throat, and said, "Last time, I finished talking about the White Snake Uprising of Emperor Han Gao. It can be regarded as a temporary end, let's change our taste today and talk about a joke just now. Listen up! ”

Most of the people here are listening to something, that is, having fun. The storyteller coughed his throat and said, "As the so-called talented people have come out of the country, it is not the Qin and Han Kingdoms that will be the ones who will be the generals today." It's not the Jin, Sui, Tang and Song dynasties, it's what just happened two days ago. Not in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang. It's not in Henan and Hebei, it's on the boundary of Shanxi. ”

The storyteller's words suddenly froze. Said: "On the eve of yesterday, the nine families including Wang Han of Taiyuan Changqi were wiped out, and there was no piece of armor left!" ”

"Whew, I didn't expect it to be true. Yesterday, all those big clans were surrounded by officers and soldiers. I said what was the matter, it turned out that someone had killed him! Wait, Nine Clans! That's not more than a thousand dead. ”

"I was so obedient that more than a thousand people died, and I thought something had happened. It was checked by the government. Who would dare to do that? ”

The storyteller heard the sound below, slapped the wood, and said, "If you want to talk about this, you have to start from the beginning of the month." I Daming Linghe Bo Yang Fan Nanyang, full of granaries and returned. Now the land of Qilu is full of food. However, on that day, Lord Yang entered the forest and found a group of people, and he was immediately surprised, and you guessed. Who the hell is it? ”

"In the mountains? Could it be a goblin monster? Or is it the mountain god Laosuo? ”

"Where are there so many youkai for you to see. I must have encountered a gang of thieves. "Someone has their point of view. The thin bamboo pole pressed his throat, shook his head, and said, "I didn't guess it." What the lord encountered was the Green Gang rampant in Shanxi. Guess what. Turning over Taihang, through the whole of Shandong, came to the Qinggang in Dengzhou. What are you going to do? ”

"Lord Yang led the crowd and blocked the way to interrogate. Left and right stepped forward, wanting to search. I saw the man who came for a long time. Can't tell the way out. Lord Yang's eyes were sharp, like the golden eyes of the Monkey King, and he immediately let people open the box for inspection. This investigation really found out what happened. The inside was shining, spears, bolts. The same fine workmanship, everything.

What is it, firearms! All kinds of firearms are dazzling to look at. The leader was a blue-faced scholar, with a cyan birthmark on his forehead. After several battles of wits and courage, and repeated interrogations, he finally tortured the whereabouts of these rats. It turned out to be a fine work to Liaodong and trade wild boar skins! ”

"What! It turned out to be a fine work! Someone exclaimed.

The storyteller snorted and said: "These people are wolf-like, Lord Yang made a decision immediately, and the soldiers were divided into two routes, one continued to rush to Jinzhou, and the other lurked back to Shanxi to find out. After several reincarnations, I finally learned that the mastermind behind the scenes was the nine chambers of commerce in Taiyuan. ”

"Phew! Such a thing of losing the conscience of heaven was actually done by my people of the Ming Dynasty, how can I not be sad! Such a sale? If the country seeks glory and makes a fortune in the country, how can it not be wiped out! Grant the Yi clan firearms to attack my Daming, how can such a traitor not die! The thin bamboo pole patted the back of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, looking distressed, and then he was shocked, and the speed of his speech suddenly accelerated, "On that day and night, five hundred brocade clothes traveled at night, and there was no one left behind to kill him." Lord Yang arrived the next morning, and the Green Gang Iron Lane was empty. He shouted, 'Kill! ’。 Jinyi fought the Green Gang, only to hear the neighing of knives and guns, and the shouts shook the sky. The embroidered spring knife is dazzling. ”

Syllable!

The voice settled, and the thin bamboo pole was ready to make a concluding sentence, holding his sleeves, "Kill him, there is no one left in the Green Gang!" ”

"Good!"

"Good!"

I don't know if it's a hatred of the rich, or if there is really a little bit of national heart, which won the applause of the audience. The storyteller took a sip of the teacup, squinted his eyes, and looked at the copper plate that came up as a reward, which seemed to be a lot more than before, and suddenly started talking. I thought no one would listen to this.

"That's the end of today. Let's besiege and kill Huang Taiji next time! ”

Yang Fan raised his head and drank the tofu brain. Dropped three taels of silver, slapped it on the table, and said, "Checkout!" "The thug gave him three cents, and he gave the widow? The woman's is indeed a real three taels of silver.

"Childe, Childe! Stay. "Yang Fan just walked out a few steps, and the pretty widow behind him? The woman caught up and said, "What does the son mean by this money?" She handed the silver to Yang Fan and said, "Although the little woman has no money, she still has the backbone." ”

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "This is what someone asked me to give to you." ”

"Who is it?"

Yang Fan looked at the watery eyes and said, "A bastard." ”

"Ah San of the Green Gang? Isn't he dead? There was a slight change in the woman's eyes. In the night breeze, the green silk is fluttering, and she is already the mother of two children, pretty and widowed? The woman's posture is still so graceful. Dressed in cloth, it looks like it is still homespun woven by itself.

"You know that, too?" However, when Yang Fan heard this tone, he seemed to be very eager for the death of the person named Ah San, and asked rhetorically: "Do you want him to die?" ”

Pretty and widowed? The woman said fiercely: "It's none of my business whether he dies or not, as long as he doesn't bother me." "She's not blind, and she can see that bastard is interested in her. She put the silver in Yang Fan's hand and said, "If I really accept these dirty silver, I will really be sorry for my late husband's undead." ”

"Your late husband was a soldier, right?"

Pretty and widowed? The woman said, "So what? Leave us orphans and widows. As he spoke, he choked up a little. Yang Fan handed the silver to the widow? The woman said, "Then you can just keep this silver!" This money is your husband's salary. With that, he slowly left. Pretty and widowed? The woman looked at the departing back and fell into endless memories. (To be continued......)