Chapter 2 Horse Racing
Although Bazhou is not a big place, but there are also many people's houses, a large threshing floor outside the city, wide and open, has been renovated in recent days, the ground is sprinkled with fine sand, and many canopies are built around, and there are walking tables and stools under the sheds. The best position is a new color building, the eaves are painted, the blue gauze lanterns are hung around, there are eight new chairs on the stage, several coffee tables, the back of the chair is carved with Fushou cloud pattern, the seat is covered with red satin chair drape, a few burdens, more and more solemn.
On the first day of December, it is the traditional horse racing festival in Bazhou, starting from the early morning, the road leading to the threshing floor in the city is already full of cars and crowds, and the gentry outside the city, the neighbors on the left and right, all rush towards the direction of the venue, crowding one after another, filling the streets and blocking the road. Before noon, except for the color building in the middle, the stands around were already full of people, and those who came later simply sat on the ground, or stood behind and stretched their necks to look around. There are also some fried tofu, steamed buns, and all kinds of food, which drill around in the crowd, shouting loudly, and baking indiscriminately, which is very lively.
The big man in the city, Bai Mancang, came a little late, and in the morning he turned around a lot, only to pick a big car, although it was not big, but the window was bright and clean, and it was just enough to sit three people, so he fought for a long time with red faces, and only then did he sell for thirty coppers. Bai Mancang is very satisfied, the other cars are only a little bigger, and they will cost forty dollars when they reach out, which is really damn by God! He got ten coppers cheaply, and with a smile on his face, he called his baby daughter Bai Qian, and a girl named Xiao Zao, boarded the car together, and headed for the threshing floor outside the city.
Along the way, Bai Mancang still kept complaining, nothing more than that the car was old and slow, and the horse pulling the cart was so old that it should be pulled for burial immediately. After getting out of the car, he deducted five dollars from the driver, took his daughter's hand, and ran away as if he was running away.
The coachman named Dahua endured all the way, holding twenty-five small coins at this time, and even the forage money on the road was not enough, so angry that tears almost flowed out, and scolded the surnamed Bai Yitong in foul language, until he saw the girl Xiaojube running towards him from a distance, and then stopped.
At this time, Bai Mancang was leading Bai Qian and circled around the various canopies in the field. It's just that in the middle of the day, looking for a car was delayed for a lot of hours, and now in addition to the color building in the middle, other places have long been crowded, and there are no more seats. Bai Mancang hesitated for a long time, and had no choice but to use a lot of money to get a seat, with a sad face and a painful face.
A few cannon shots, the Cai Lou suddenly became lively, only to see the middle door wide open, several shy chest and belly stacked officials, wearing purple, platinum and blue official uniforms, surrounded by an adult, slowly ascended the Cai Lou.
These officials, since the king of Zhizhou Tiande, are all masters of looting, deceitful heroes, and on weekdays, they act as prestige and blessings, shouting five and drinking six. But today, on top of this colorful building, the tea is served, the water is handed to the water, full of words, and those who are dead and alive have to fiddle with their old faces in front of the "adults", if it were not for the thousands of pairs of eyes downstairs staring, I am afraid that even their own mothers and sons would be eager to give it out.
The adult in the middle, however, is in regular clothes, plump and broad, with a majestic appearance, a slight upper lip, and a shaved chin that is smooth and silky, and he just nods lightly to greet everyone.
After a mess and easy to sit down, it is the usual festival of sacrifice and consecration. The leader is naturally the lord, and the other officials welcome and send them in, and from time to time they have to find fault and reprimand their subordinates who are ineffective, so as to show their loyalty, and the sun and the moon can be seen. Only sat on the edge of the chair, no official uniform, covered in snow, unmoved, occasionally took out a handkerchief from the sleeve of the robe, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, his eyes were like electricity, and he kept scanning the audience.
When he saw Shi Shiran, the father and daughter of the Bai family, sitting under the canopy, he thought for a while, then walked downstairs, went straight to the front of the shed, bowed down, and said, "Father-in-law is above, and the son-in-law is polite!" β
Bai Mancang had already seen that Gongzi Xiaosu was also here, and hated that he couldn't conjure up another face, and when he saw him saluting to himself at this moment, he knew that he couldn't hide anymore, so he had to reply: "It turns out that the young owner is also here, but I didn't see it." Ah, are your bones better? β
"Alas, the disease brought by the womb is not always good, but fortunately, it is not worse, cough cough!"
"So...... Hey, who's that adult? β
"Ahem, he is Lord Zhao Mengjue, the head of the military department from Beijing, and he is on an errand with the emperor, and he is also a little familiar with me, so he just called his son-in-law to come and have a show."
"It turned out to be an adult from Beijing, what a majesty and spirit! What about the one who wears green? β
"That's Lord Wang Tiande, the parent official of this mansion, who often asks his father-in-law to play chess and knock on bamboo poles, have you forgotten?"
"Ahh Haha, it turned out to be Lord Wang, and I didn't recognize it when I got on stage, and what about the one who wore green? β
"Ahem, father-in-law, don't beat around the bush, this time the young lady is from the Sword Forge Villa...... Well, get back the night queen knife you gave me as a dowry, this, ahem, I don't understand what's going on. β
"The little girl is stubborn, the little girl is stubborn, this marriage, marriage......"
Bai Qian suddenly interjected: "Don't bite a father-in-law, it's not numb, if you want to say steal, just say it, why do you have to say anything about it?" Yes, I don't want to get married, what are you going to do! Even if you want to marry, you also want to marry a hero who stands up to the sky, ...... Hey! β
Childe Xiaosu was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "I see! In this case, I devised some means to convince the young lady and take her leave. β
After that, he gave up his hand slightly, peeked at Bai Qian, and returned to his seat stupidly. Even when I was sitting, I was restless, and I still glanced in that direction from time to time.
At this time, the knights and horses on the field were passing by one after another, and the crowd was constantly noisy and lively. On the color floor, Wang Tiande, the lord of Zhizhou, pointed to the horses in the field, attached to Zhao Mengjue's ear and said: "These are all locally produced good horses, which can gallop hundreds of miles a day, and are known as Yue Yuejun." Lord Zhao was ordered by the emperor this time to come to our hometown to select good horses, if one or two horses can be selected into the royal palace, let the emperor and the princes ride a ride, it is the high and generous mercy of the saint, the supreme glory of our people! β
Zhao Mengjue smiled slightly and said, "I already know your intentions, and after returning to Beijing, I will mention Lord Wang in front of the saint." β
Wang Tiande was overjoyed, and said in a loud voice: "The grace of the lord, the lower officials really can't repay it!" In fact, he knew that although Yue Yijun was fast, he was not as fast as the generous gift he gave to Zhao Mengjue last night, so why not travel hundreds of miles a day?
In addition to being delighted, Wang Tiande got closer, the heat in his mouth almost sprayed on the adult's face, and whispered: "Lord Zhao, although we are a small place, there is no shortage of good places to go. β
Zhao Mengjue raised his eyebrows slightly, sighed, and asked, "Where to go?" β
Wang Tiande has been carefully checking his face, although the movement of the tip of his eyebrows is small, but he can't hide it from Lord Zhizhou, he is secretly happy in his heart, and said: "There is a place called Shuyufang in Jinxiu Lane in the west of the city, and there is a girl named Yue Zaitian in it......
Zhao Mengjue groaned: "There is such a woman in the world! β
Wang Tiande said: "Yes! The girl heard that Zhao Daren was both civil and martial, and she admired her for a long time, and she wanted to climb the elegance in vain, and she was eager for the adult to give her an audience, but she didn't know ...... Will you give blue eyes? β
How can Zhao Mengjue be unwilling? After a moment of hesitation, he said briskly: "Since the heavenly girl has made an appointment, the lower official dares to disrespectfully accompany her?" The two of them fell together, their eyes were already connected, and they laughed at the same time, although it was the first time they met, it was like a close friend for many years.
At this time, there was a big man, tall and majestic, who covered his upper body and led his snowflake mane to walk by. Zhao Mengjue saw that he was quite heroic, sighed, and asked, "Who is this person?" β
Wang Tiande replied: "This person's name is Sikong Tu, and he is a small general in the villain's mansion, and he can also have some three fists and two kicks, so the lower officials also asked him to offer ugliness to make the adults laugh." With that, he shouted to the bottom: "Sikong disciple! Why don't you come and meet the adults! β
When Sikong Tu heard that there was a life on the peak, he hurriedly walked up a few steps, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Zhao, Lord Wang, all the adults, the villain Sikong Tu, please be safe to all the adults!" "The voice is unusually loud, the appearance is majestic, and it is very heroic and fierce.
Zhao Mengjue liked it very much and asked, "Have you ever learned martial arts?" β
Sikong Tu replied: "The villain is not talented, he has learned kung fu for a few days under the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, and he is very crude. β
"Five Tiger Broken Door Knife? But Yu Zhongxiong's subordinates? β
"Exactly! Yu Zhongxiong is the villain's uncle. β
"Haha, it turned out to be Senior Brother Yu's disciple, no wonder he is such a hero! Come, this glass of wine will be given to you! β
Zhao Mengjue said, pushing the glass full of wine in front of him, exerting force but not exerting force, the wine seemed to be held by his hand, flying towards the audience, even if he really had a pair of hands to support it, it was not so stable, fast was fast, but not a drop of wine in the cup was spilled.
Seeing that the game hadn't started yet, the people in the stadium were all chatting and chattering, and the noise was very noisy. At this time, the adults from Beijing showed their hands, and thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the small wine glass, and they cheered in unison. Zhao Mengjue's face was as usual, it seemed to be commonplace, and he was already very proud in his heart, thinking: "I don't know if the moon is in the sky, but the girl is there?" Thinking about it like this, I feel that the word "martial" in my "civil and military skills" is solid.
Gongzi Xiaoxu sat aside, he was the lord of a village, but he couldn't help but secretly admire Zhao Mengjue's superb internal skills, and thought: "The last time I saw this person, I didn't fight with him, I only said that he was a subordinate of Huashan. A famous faction, and he also came out to be a small military attachΓ©, which is despicable, who knew that martial arts would be so strong! I wonder who can be better than him in my swordsmanship? He thought that since Zhao Mengjue was a subordinate of Huashan, he must be using a sword, so he had the idea of corroborating his swordsmanship.
Sikong Tu knelt on the ground, saw the wine glass flying in front of him, his hands were still clenched into fists, he shook his head, grabbed the wine glass, drank the wine in the cup, and praised loudly: "Good wine!" Thank you, Lord for your reward! β
A glass of wine is not worth much, but I don't want to anger one of the jockeys, only to see a person behind Sikong Tu stand up, clasp his fists and say: "The little one also asks the big handsome to give wine!" β