Seeing that it was hopeless to search for the two of them, he took a deep breath and aimed at the center of the dojo, just jumping in.

Gently tap the ground, and the less one is falling in the center of the dojo.

In the midst of the panicked crowd, he calmly discerned the direction of the fire. At this time, the wooden pagoda of Zhiduguan has become a burning trend, and the little Taoist priests are helpless one by one, and they are so anxious that they turn around.

However, the head of the Qingyu Dao ignored this panicked scene, closed his eyes and rested, chanting words, and refused to stop reciting half of the chant, for fear of breaking the final consummation of this spring festival......

Xiaodao people are all playmates who have been mixed with Xiaoyu since childhood, and during this period of time, I met Shaoyi through Xiaoyu, and I like him and Gugu very much. played together a few times, and became familiar with each other.

On weekdays, they see Gugu urging Shaoyi to study and practice swordsmanship diligently, so they have a little respect for Shaoyi. At this time, it was a tense juncture, and they all expressed their willingness to wait for Shaoyi's dispatch.

No, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen small people came over and gathered in a pile, discussing and calculating something, and talking to each other.

One less patted everyone on the shoulder, and said something loudly, everyone looked at the big barge on the bank of the river for a while, and then turned around, looked up at the burning wooden tower, and nodded frequently.

I saw more than a dozen Taoists and Shaoyi disperse tacitly after discussing together.

Among them, a group of people moved out the wooden barrels containing the old incense ash that remained in the temple, and in a few moments, the barrels were passed out one by one.

Then, the little Taoist priests tacitly formed a fan shape and surrounded the wooden tower in the center. Like brothers in battle, they poured buckets of incense ash on the ground around the wooden tower, forming a thick circle of incense ashes.

This is using a thick layer of incense ash to isolate the fire from the wooden houses and shops in the neighborhood. People suddenly realized, and couldn't help but admire it from afar.

At this time, a light-handed roadfarer had already run onto the boat docked on the riverbank, stood high on the mast, and gestured to Shaoyi.

With one less hand, he motioned to go back from afar, so the little Taoist standing on the mast raised his knife and slashed it with all his might, once, twice, three times...... The mast was about to be cut off.

While helping to evacuate the crowd and clear the crowd in the open space, Shaoyi looked back at the knife-wielding man on the mast.

Finally, "squeak-a-", and the tall mast was slashed and fell tremblingly......

The top of the tall mast fell like this, and it smashed right into the open space of the dojo. The high side of the pole is on the ship, the low end is in the clearing, and the mast lying horizontally resembles a ropeway.

A few trailholders were already standing on this side of the dojo and waiting, looking at the opposite side of the mast, while others were drawing water from wooden barrels by the river. A few more wayfarers hung the bucket full of water on the hook of the mast rope where the mast of the big ship had fallen, and with a single push, the barrel slid down the long mast to the ground at the other end of the mast, the dojo.

In the dojo, the people who caught the wooden barrel worked together, and finally opened the lid of the wooden barrel, poured the water in the barrel vigorously, and poured it into the burning wooden tower with all their might......

Near noon, the fire was finally brought under control, and the top floor of the thousand-year-old wooden tower had been burned away, leaving the remaining beams and black pillars.

At this time, Master Qingtong, who had finished the rituals, stopped to look at the sky, and took a deep look, the spring festival ended, and this time, thanks to the grace of the thick soil of the loess.

The gossip people didn't care about this, one by one with a small face, tired and dragging their feet, and stumbling towards the hometown cake shop opposite the door with Shaoyi. Therefore, the boss just sent a small servant to say, in order to thank all the Taoists for fighting the fire and helping the people today, you can come and eat at any time without spending copper plates.

People, often self-helping, take a big bite of sweet bread and think beautifully......

Dahe City is located in the southwest of Yunzhong, close to the Zhufuji Temple, which is the most prosperous place for business in the whole Yunzhong.

Every day, fresh vegetables and fruits, lively chickens, ducks, geese, fish and crabs, and good bamboo beds and jade screens...... All merchants collect goods from the suburbs and send them to the Dahe Bazaar through the Tianqimen in Nancheng to set up stalls and sell them.

What salt firewood, cloth, mulberry hemp, needles and threads, flower pots and pot lids, cooking cakes, hanging buns, saddle farm tools, etc., the things of the common people's life are all available here.

Regardless of cold or summer, Dahe City is full of pedestrians, and merchants know no borders.

Look at the tiger-headed leopard-body man juggling in the square, he is a desert man from the north, the scholar with a scarf and snow boot is a southern barbarian, and the tofu Shih Tzu of the fox is a matriarchal tribe in the East China Sea......

The Great Zhou, which dominates the world economically and culturally, is an open and enterprising, peace-advocating court, and always welcomes guests and friends from all over the world to show the world.

Most of the residents living near Dahe City are old Yunzhong people, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they are self-respecting and polite, and they are tolerant, and most of the locals in Lao Yunzhong are willing to sincerely accept outsiders to become a new member of Yunzhong.

The girl Xiaoyu is watching the big drama of the Jixiang Theater in the background, she secretly admires the "Yu Oiran" who was born in the south and is now the pillar, and she peeks at the singing and playing on the stage, and can't help but be overjoyed, and tries her best to hide her mood, afraid of being caught by her tiger mother, and then scolded.

The carpenter likes to take his disciples to incense the Yue Temple, and the worship is the polytheism that originated in the end.

The stuffy gourd in the courtyard, known as the bean sprouts, Gan Er, likes to go to the stalls on the street early in the morning to forcibly collect protection money before and after a night of gambling.

Look up and don't look down, no, the landlord fat aunt likes to invite aunts and aunts of various ethnic groups in a few nearby alleys after shopping on Rouge Street, and pack a single room in the "big bowl lift" teahouse together, rubbing mahjong for an afternoon, and then by the way, the owner of the Li family is short, talking about weddings and funerals, and then talking about the hot housing prices in the clouds.

To say, the residents in the south of the city include craftsmen, merchants, small business owners, overpassers, and matchmakers...... People are mixed, so the south of the city has become a lively place for gossip.

Gossip people really have a place to exchange opinions and current opinions, and that is Qiu Ji Noodle Restaurant.

Qiu Ji shaved noodles, that is called a famous one. Speaking of which, those who have eaten it will never forget it, and will always come back to eat noodles again. Later, for them, eating noodles in Qiu Ji has really become an indispensable part of their daily life, and if they don't eat it for three days, they feel itchy in their hearts.

The big and small things that happened in the past, are happening, and even the big and small things that are about to happen in this cloud can be gathered into four plates of appetizers on this square table, and a large bowl of authentic, substantial, and large amount of shaved noodles can be served to have a happy gossip, gossip, and quarrel......

After a long time, these noodle customers are not inseparable from the noodle table, but inseparable from the atmosphere of gossip.

Since I listened to the introduction of Qiu Ji Noodle Restaurant a few days ago, I have eaten shaved noodles once less, and I can't stop from then on.

No, in addition to the shouts of "you're here!", "please inside!", and "please okay you" in the Qiu Ji Pavilion, there is a lot of chattering and noisy table gossip:

"Alas, the boy of the mulberry family joined the army and went to the border pass, and he has not returned the ...... for three years."

"Hehe, I heard that the ancestral plaque rewarded by the king was sold by Xiwang, a disciple of Deng, and was exchanged for the reward money for the red sleeves. ”

"The rich old man's Caoyun business for many years was robbed by the little white-faced scholar in Qinghe County, and when he arrived, he really took his wife with him......

Whose children go to school, whose family has a happy event, whose family has offended the government, whose family's business today is due to the blessing of Master Guan Gongda...... This is the twitter in the noodle shop.