In the morning, when the rooster crowed, the east gate of the town of Russ had been opened. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

Chaoyang slowly raised his steps, along the potted chrysanthemums at the corner of the courtyard, climbed over the courtyard wall of withered vines, and then slipped up the branches, passing the early thrushes and covering the fiery red maple leaves, so that the rows of osmanthus flowers became extremely dazzling, and the fragrance wafted all over the street.

At this moment, the small businesses along the street have begun to come alive, and they have begun to pull out the carts and put on some scattered small crafts. Small noodle stalls and steamed bun shops have long been moved out of the oven, and a few tables and two or three benches have been set up along the roadside.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, there are still all kinds of firecrackers and fireworks on the street after the explosion of red paper scraps, which can be very particular, meaning auspicious wishes, if there is a hard-working child who gets up early to sweep away the debris at the door, I am afraid that the parents will pull the door to close the door on the spot and beat a small hanging.

The wine signs of the tavern are grinning, the street has begun to be lively, the sound of buying and selling comes and goes, the people from the south to the north have begun to increase, the white mist on the steamer is fluttering, the fresh and white steamed buns, with a bowl of porridge is the best.

There is a cloudy alley at the east gate, which is a place where all kinds of weapons are traded, which is very popular with the younger generation. After all, these days, if you don't use cool weapons to defend yourself, you can't even find a girlfriend, first of all, it is naturally a sense of security, and secondly, it is the effect of pulling the wind. The alley between the clouds can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and it is here that there are many wonderful stories that are staggering.

Yunjian Alley is a loess street about a foot wide, flanked by loess adobe houses, each more than ten meters high. It is said that at that time, an extremely wealthy man spent money to build, and invited heavyweights in the ceramic industry to design and structure, and countless skilled craftsmen were countless.

The shape is very elegant, taken from the best red clay firing, the overall carving is exquisite, painted with a variety of ancient mythological characters, famous totems, inlaid with crystal jewelry, etc., the whole wall shines like red agate under the sun, the beauty is incredible.

Later, there was a crack in the ceramic house, and the owner abandoned this place, and there was no news, and everyone naturally fell in love with this exquisite house, so people issued an unwritten rule to jointly protect this holy land, and over time, it became a more famous attraction here.

At the end of the alley, there was a small stall that had been set up early, and this man was sleeping on a couch early in the morning, and covered his cheeks with the first half of an indescribable contemporary book.

On the half-sized square table was a red cloth with a stack of yellow paper on it, and a set of pen and ink and a small dish of cinnabar were placed on the right hand. Behind the stall is a bamboo pole with eight bizarre little characters written: Walk by, don't miss it.

On top of the red cloth was a small wolf hair, in which a few curves were scribbled with cinnabar on the yellow paper, which looked a bit like the spiritual runes sold by Taoist priests. Under the square table was a large cloth bag, with several wooden sword hilts exposed at the mouth of the bag.

After a while, a row of small heads poked over at the entrance of the alley, and ran over with a happy expression, surrounding the stall, and one of the children shook the person lying on the chair, and whispered: "Brother Yi, we have done everything you explained." ”

The man yawned, his sparse eyes brightened, and asked with a smile, "Really"

"Really, I'm in charge of the east gate, Ah Long and Ah Hu Ge they went to the west, north, and south gates respectively, and they have all been posted." The child spread his hands and showed that he was not lying.

"Well, things are well done, go to school. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. The man gently rubbed the child's head and took out a few taels of silver from his bosom.

The children took the loose pieces of silver and dispersed merrily, and the man covered his mouth and yawned again, adjusted his posture, and continued to cover his face with a book, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The morning sun overflows the alleys among the clouds, and the stalls here are already crowded and overcrowded, if it weren't for Jige's early rise to set up a stall, I'm afraid that it would be crowded miserably at this moment.

The stall to the left of Jige is an old man, with white hair and a shawl, wearing a dark purple long robe, amiable and lively, with all kinds of short-handed weapons on the stall, which seems to be sprinkled with enthusiasm, and does not seem to be in a hurry to sell them.

At this moment, seeing a young student like Jige and some spiritual talismans on the square table, he began to talk: "Young man, how old are you this year?"

The morning sun is getting red, and there are not many officials in the whole alley, Jige glanced at it, and he was not in a hurry, so he thought about talking to the old man for a few words, so as to inquire about the situation here. He bowed to the old man and said, "The junior is twenty years old this year. ”

"Twenty years old and a man of your age, who is not drunk today." The old man's eyes darkened for a moment, and then he snorted twice, and then smiled at him: "I see that you are magnificent, open-minded between your eyebrows, and you should have a smooth family business, how can you set up a stall here to do business?"

"Junior Qiu Xiaobai, dare to ask the old gentleman's name" Jige smiled and hugged his fists. When he goes out, it is better to remain incognito, especially when he is in such a danger, he must not have the slightest flaw.

"Just call me uncle." Seeing that he suddenly asked his name, the old man didn't care, and waved his hand peacefully.

"Don't hide it, Uncle Fang, the juniors set up a stall here to make some silver taels. It's just that the younger generation has just arrived, and I don't know what the visitors here usually buy, if you know, can you mention it, I also want to put some best-selling things. Gig touched his head innocently, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Now there are still young people who can be honest with each other, and there are really not many people who can speak directly about the purpose, you are bold, and the old man really admires it, but" The old man pointed to the stall in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "I am the same as you, and I can't determine the preferences of the guests, not to mention these weapons, I have been on display for half a month." ”

"Then you didn't sell any of them," Gig was relatively speechless, only tears.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me, this stall has been unattended for a long time, and I have long been used to it." The old man sighed with his back bent, his expression not sad, but by no means calm.

The old man looked at the blades on the stall attentively, and Jige suddenly felt a little unbearable, so he said: "You old man don't have to be depressed, you can't sell it, it's just that those people don't know the goods." ”

The old man was silent, sitting on a small square stool, as if he didn't want to speak.

The old man sets up a stall here rain or shine on weekdays, and it is needless to say that courage and perseverance do not need to be said, if he does not make money for half a month, he will definitely not have such a state of mind. Thinking of the positive energy that the old man took the lead in talking to him and passed on to him, Jige was a little moved, but he didn't want to talk about his sadness because of his embarrassing conversation. He was apologetic, looking at the taciturn old man, and all kinds of silhouettes of the lonely old man kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

At this time, a cool breeze blew at the entrance of the alley, blowing a strand of white hair on the old man's face, and the whole back became more and more miserable.

"Uncle Fang, come and sit with me," Jige got up and helped the old man up.

Ji Ge helped the old man to the recliner, then sat on the square stool in front of his stall with a big grin, and smiled at him: "Uncle Fang, there are no guests now, you can rest for a while, and I will help you take care of the stall." ”

"Okay, good, blue is better than blue, I really didn't misunderstand you." The old man suddenly straightened up, his eyes were like torches, his momentum changed sharply, and he stared at Jige and said three good words in a row, his voice was like a bell, and his face was relieved and extremely comfortable.

Jige's body was shocked, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes looked straight at the old man, showing an expectant expression, waiting for the next step. He could faintly hear his cheering heartbeat in his heart, he had read a lot of ancient book scripts, this kind of classic scene, this unfathomable old man, all this ensuing opportunity.

Could it be that this old man is about to climb up to the nobles, is he the king of all kinds of weapons?

"Alas, comfortable."

The old man turned over, and after saying this, he closed his eyes, and took out a towel from the cloth bag under Jiger's table and put it on his body, which was very comfortable.

Jige's whole body collapsed in an instant, and the old man only said a few words, and Jige was completely beaten.

It's okay, not too disappointed, after all, his original intention was just to make the old man more comfortable, and it was naturally a good thing to make the old man happy. And if he wants to set up a stall here in the future, the neighborhood relationship will naturally get along well, only blame himself, after reading the beginning, he can't guess the ending.

However, the word "comfortable" made him a little depressed.

The old man had a peaceful face and was sleeping soundly, so Jige naturally did not disturb him.

In front of the stall, there were all kinds of short weapons, which attracted his attention, and the weapons could be described as a wide variety of dazzling.

At a glance, the style is mediocre not to mention for the time being, just looking at the black and dusty on top of many of these weapons, no wonder they can't be sold, Jige sighed, come on, help people to the end, pick up a rag at his feet, and wipe it carefully.

Among them, knives, guns, sticks, axes, knives and forks, he didn't care much about these common ones. There is a book pressed at the bottom, more than a dozen pages of rice paper are nailed together with cotton thread, the book cover is blue-brown, the left side is written from top to bottom with flat three small characters Dharma stick, the inner page paper is light yellow, it should be put aside for a long time, open it and see, there is a simple villain painted on it, combing long braids, holding two black lacquer crutches in his hands, doing a variety of different actions, this is also the exercise Jige carefully looked at the text annotations below, out of the stick pay attention to teasing, poking, splitting, sweeping, hitting, the cane is focused on hooking, hanging, collapsing, pointing, dialing, it is indeed quite mysterious, Giger imagines the fortunes of the people in the painting while passing the time.

After reading for half an hour, the book was almost finished, and Giger got up and moved his hands and feet, and saw that the old man was still asleep, so he had to sit down and begin to classify the wiped weapons, he did not understand the origin of the weapons of the various sects, so he put the ones that were pleasing to the eye on the left, and the other way around.

Seeing that the sun was hanging high, and the time passed in such a hurry for half a day, without doing anything, Jige couldn't help but sigh, there were really no people coming to this place, but the few vendors and stalls in front of him had a little harvest, Jige was also a little worried, and arranged the tasks of those little ghosts, and I don't know how to do it, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be ineffective

The old man slept for a long time, and finally woke up leisurely, and saw Jige helping him take care of all the weapons, he was full of joy, and bluntly said that he would invite him to drink a cup of wine, but the old man was gracious, Jige refused but had to respond, thinking that he would pay the bill first

"Uncle Fang, you wait for me to put the stalls away, how about it" Jige said as he looked at the scattered stalls.

"That's not necessary, the people who do business here are all extremely trustworthy, and the people are simple, even if they put valuables here, no one touches you." The old man patted his chest and promised: "You can rest assured, let's drink with peace of mind."

Seeing that many people around him also began to greet each other and leave one after another, Jige smiled at him and quickly followed.

Huamanlou is the famous king of food in the east gate, the first floor of gluttony. The title related to gluttony, naturally is the majority of like-minded friends who eat and drink the sea and drink together, on the street outside the door, you can see many pot-bellied dignitaries, swaggering sons all enter together, the door is greeted by two rows of young ladies in cyan Luo shirts, all of them are showing flowers and branches, supporting the wind and weak willows.

The whole pavilion has five floors and three points, the top of the pavilion is paved with Western glazed tiles, the four corners of the roof are slightly upturned, inlaid with a small dragon head with flowing gold, the waist eaves are placed and sat flat, and the flat seat is used to hook the railing.

The green trees outside the courtyard are formed, the flower clusters are in the center, separated into two columns, and the verandah is copied on both sides, and the branches and plums are painted alone.

The height of the floor is the same, the staggered falls, the layers of glazed tiles go down, each floor of the pavilion has steps to go up, there are four doors, there are plaques with bronzing fonts, the balustrade outside the attic door is carved with flower and bird patterns, at this time there is a hand-cranked gold bottle of Yake, overlooking by the railing.

Each floor is full of guests and friends, full of seats, all kinds of people with lofty ideals, people of speech and business at this moment have successively pushed the glass and changed the lamp, and frequently toasted.

Jige followed the old man all the way to the fourth floor, holding the red lacquered original mountain wood in his hand, stepping on the carved pear orchard board under his feet, wearing cloth shoes and stepping on the sound of swishing, along the way the figure of the small man shuttled, frequently introduced the elegant seat, the fragrance on the table around the nose, this kind of battle alone, is to scare Jige clearly, all the way to the stairs, he secretly groped for the silver in his arms, pay attention to the person who paid the checkout threw off a ingot, this bit of silver, I am afraid that it is not enough to drink a pot of tea.

Seeing that his face was embarrassed, the old man chuckled lightly, and then stopped, and Gig looked up, and at this time he had reached the fifth floor.

On the fifth floor, the manzale hangs low, and there are flowers in the corners of the four walls, swaying in the breeze, and it is extraordinarily quiet, and there are no guests in it, only a round table, a teapot, and a few small ceramic cups.

There are also two maids in green shirts waiting with their heads bowed, surrounded by the sky on all sides, the air is fresh, and the scenery is beautiful.

On the door plaque, there are four big characters of ordinary people, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the pen is wild.

I didn't think that this was so elegant and atmospheric, just a meal, there was no need to spend so much money Ji Ge was secretly frightened, the old man flicked his cuffs and said, "Little brother, please inside." ”

Gig nodded stiffly, then bent down to let him in.

"Let's do as we always have," the old man ordered, and he took the teapot and filled it with two cups.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, the fragrance is fragrant, the buds and leaves are tightly wrapped, and the color is bright and clear, and it is really the best tea.

The two maids bent down and bowed, and then busied themselves with preparations.

"Sir, this place is too luxurious, I'm afraid we don't have so much silver."

Jige only wondered about the luxury here, naturally did not pay attention to the old man's words, and after saying this sentence at this moment, he met the old man's puzzled eyes, and his heart was mixed, not a taste.

I had to take out all my silver, put it on the coffee table, and said with a ashamed face: "I'm not afraid of the old gentleman laughing, I hit you off at first sight, and we talked very happily. It's just that I have this bit of silver all over my body, and I'm afraid that I can't get the cup of tea in your hand at this time, and I'm afraid that I will sweep the floor and go out with you later. ”