There are no more guests on the bridge, and all the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are poems.

Chizhou, also known as Qiupu, has been a prosperous resort since ancient times. Since the fourth year of Tang Wude (621 AD), the state was established, and the Anhui culture and Huizhou culture converged. The late Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu wrote "Qingming" when he was the assassin of Chizhou: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. It is called the swan song of the ages by later generations, and it also makes Chizhou Xinghua Village famous and famous at home and abroad. Jiuhua Mountain is one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China, because Jin Dizang Jin Qiaojue had made a grand wish when he was cultivating here: "All living beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven; Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. "In the beginning, through the unremitting efforts of successive generations of monks, the Jizo faith was finally promoted into the Jizo spirit.

The fire illuminates the heavens and the earth, and the red stars are chaotic with purple smoke.

On a moonlit night, the song moves the cold river.

In May and June, the weather is on at the beginning of the lanterns, Qiupu wants to enter the Yangtze River, the riverbank comes out with a piece of silk bamboo and the sound of laughter, and there is a guess of the order, the sound of singing and drinking, it is really a sheng song everywhere, a peaceful scene.

Suddenly, five or six people shouted in unison from the smoke willow pavilion at the same time: "Friends in the business of each yard, girls, friends who come to spend money to play, everyone listen, let's find a person, who has nothing to do with others, and no one is allowed to scream and move." If you don't listen to orders, don't blame the guy in our hands for not having long eyes, and you're welcome. ”

After a burst of shouting, the fugue dream place, which was called "Mingcuifang" by passers-by in the rivers and lakes, was only quiet for a moment, and as the noise of the courtyards arose, the women exclaimed, the men shouted, and the crowd was crowded and chaotic.

A large feast was being held in Liu Ying's courtyard, and more than a dozen high-rollers sat at three tables, each accompanied by a prostitute. As soon as they heard this call, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they all asked, "What's the matter?" "Who is it?" "Is it the government investigating the case?" Suddenly, there was a sound of drums beating on the door, and the turtle slave was so frightened that he lost his mind, and he didn't know whether to open the door or not.

With a bang, the door slammed open, and nearly twenty big men poured in. At the end of the short outfit, the white cloth wrapped his head, the green belt wrapped around the waist, his hands were full of bright swords, guns, swords and sticks, and the fat and strong ones were also holding hammers and iron rods, as scary as they wanted, some supple men and girls just didn't let the crotch get wet.

When the high rollers saw it, they recognized it as a salt lord who sold smuggled salt. Since salt and iron became the pet of the imperial court, the salt tax was very heavy, and if you evade the salt tax and sell private salt, you will make a lot of profits. The benefits of boiling the sea, the two Huai are the most. The water network in the south of the Yangtze River is developed, and the salt in the north of the Yangtze River is distributed in various places, and the general outlaws are in groups to evade taxes and sell salt. These salt lords are extremely fierce, and when they encounter the officers and soldiers of the brigade, they scatter in a hurry, and when they meet the officers and soldiers of the small team, they meet each other with blades, and they often fight against each other. Officials and family members do not have enough manpower, and they are afraid of causing a popular uprising, so they often turn a blind eye and do not intervene.

The salt barons have always only sold illicit salt, and did not rob merchants or do other evil things, and they usually bought and sold salt catties with the people fairly and honestly, and rarely bullied others. Today, when such a fierce and domineering person suddenly broke into Mingcuifang, he was all frightened and surprised.

An old man in his fifties among the salt lords said: "Friends, don't bother me, I'm here to accompany you." As he spoke, he arched his hand from left to right and right to left with his fists, and said loudly: "Friends of the Dragon Slayer Club surnamed Shui, is the water hero here?" As he spoke, his eyes swept over the faces of the high rollers.

When the high rollers met his eyes, they all looked frightened, shook their heads again and again, but they also gained a moment of calm in their hearts.

The old man raised his voice and shouted: "The water is not veined, this afternoon, you are talking nonsense in the tavern on the shore of Pingtian Lake in Qishan, saying that the people who sell smuggled salt in Chizhou have not planted it, and they dare not kill officials and rebel, so they will only smuggle and evade taxes and do some small businesses without courage." You drank the yellow soup and yelled, saying that if you don't accept the smuggling salt seller in Chizhou, just come to Mingcuifang to find you. If you are a hero, how did you become a turtle with a shrunken head? ”

The rest of the dozen or so big men shouted: "The dragon slayer club, if there is a kind of bad seed, jump out, fight with your grandfather, and do what kind of turtle with a shrunken head." "Hard-mouthed and soft-boned Wang Balamb, are you going to slay the dragon or shrink your head?"

The old man said: "This is Shui Buwen's nonsense, don't involve the nameless Dragon Slayer Club." If we sell smuggled salt, we will earn a hard bite to eat, how can we get the heroes of the Dragon Slayer Society! But we don't be turtles with shrunken heads, and we're not good at hiding in the shadows to do evil. After saying that, he couldn't stop laughing, and almost broke the roof above his head.

After a long while, I still didn't hear the water of the dragon slaying club. The old man felt very lonely, and shouted, "Go and look at all the houses, and when you see the shrunken old man surnamed Shui, you will invite him out." This man has a big scar on his face, and he is very vicious, and he is easy to recognize. ”

The salt owls suddenly agreed, shook the blades in their hands, and searched room after room.

Suddenly, a rough voice in the east wing said, "Who is shouting here, disturbing Lao Tzu's search for happiness?" ”

All the salt owls shouted one after another: "The water is no longer here!" "The water is not streaked, get out of here!" "Fuck it, this dog thief is so bold!"

The man in the east wing laughed and said: "Lao Tzu is not surnamed Shui, it's just that you guys are scolding the Dragon Slayer Society, and Lao Tzu doesn't listen to it very well." Although Lao Tzu is not from the Dragon Slayer Society, he knows that all the friends of the Dragon Slayer Society are heroes, and I am afraid that you smuggled salt sellers are not worthy of lifting their shoes and wiping their buttocks. ”

The salt lords were so angry that they shouted, and the three men held steel knives in their hands and rushed into the east wing. I only heard the sound of "ouch" and "ah-yo", and one after another flew out, and the three flesh balls fell to the ground, and after several tosses they stood upright, and their heads were more or less bleeding.

Then six more salt lords rushed into the room one after another, and after shouting continuously, they flew out one by one. Except for the endless scolding, no one rushed into the room.

The old man walked a few steps, looked in by the light, and saw a boy lying on the bed in the haze, with a white cloth towel tied on his head. Hurriedly asked loudly: "Your Excellency is so skillful, may I ask your name?" ”

The boy on the bed in the room said jokingly: "What is your father's surname, what is Lao Tzu's natural surname." Unfilial son, even your grandfather's name has been forgotten. ”

Among the prostitutes standing on the side, suddenly a seventeen or eighteen-year-old snack "Gege" laughed, like a heavenly sound.

"Fucking stinky bitch, what's so funny?" A scolding scolder, a smuggler, took a step forward, slapped him twice, and the prostitute burst into tears and snot in pain, and did not dare to speak out again.

A boy of twelve or thirteen years old suddenly came out of the ground next to the lobby and scolded loudly: "You dare to hit my sister!" You dead turtle and rotten king, when you go out, there are sores on the back of your hands, your palms are suppurated, your hands are rotten, your feet are rotten, your tongue is rotten, your pus and blood are swallowed in your stomach, and your stomach and intestines are rotten. ”

The saltlord was furious and reached out to grab the child. The boy dodged behind a salt merchant. The salt lord pushed the salt merchant with his left hand, pushing him to the ground, and with a punch with his right hand, he slammed the boy into his vest. The helpless prostitute was shocked and cried out, "Uncle spare your life!" ”

The boy was very slippery, and as soon as he was short, he got under the crotch of the salt owl, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and grabbed the scrotum, and squeezed it vigorously, and the salt owl screamed in pain, but the child had escaped.

The salt lord was so angry that he slammed his fist into the prostitute's face, and the prostitute fainted instantly. The boy threw himself on her and cried out, "Sister, sister! The salt lord grabbed the child by the collar, lifted him up, and was about to stretch out his fist to strike, when the old man shouted, "Don't make any nonsense! Put down the little baby. The saltlord put the boy down and kicked him in the ass. The kid somersaulted a few times, slammed into the wall.

The old man glanced sideways at the salt owl and said to the door, "We are brothers of the Salt Gang, just because a friend of the Dragon Slayer Society surnamed Shui openly insulted the Salt Gang, and said that he was waiting for us to judge in Mingcuifang, so he came to find someone. Since Your Excellency is not from the Dragon Slayer Society, and you don't interfere with the river water of our gang, how can you hurt people by exporting it? Please leave your name and help the master to inquire about it, so that you can have an explanation. ”

The boy in the room smiled: "You want to find a friend of the Dragon Slayer Society to settle accounts, what does it have to do with me?" I'm happy here, since the river water doesn't interfere with the well water, then don't disturb Lao Tzu's prosperity. But I advise my brother, the people of the Dragon Slayer Club, my brother is afraid that he can't afford to provoke them, and if he scolds others, he is still in vain, so it is better to hold his tail and obediently sell smuggled salt to earn some silver. ”

The old man said angrily: "On the rivers and lakes, I have never seen such an unreasonable person as you. ”

The boy in the room said coldly: "I'm unreasonable, what does it have to do with you?" Do you want to recruit a man into the house, and you want to call me brother-in-law? ”

At this moment, three people quietly flashed in outside the door, all dressed as salt sellers. A thin man with a chain gun in his hand whispered, "What's the idea?" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "He won't say it, but he keeps blowing the air for the dragon slayer, maybe the one surnamed Shui will hide in his room." ”

The thin man waved the big knife in his hand, and with a flick of his head, the old man took out two short swords about a foot long from his waist, and suddenly the four of them glanced at each other, and rushed into the room together.

The fat on the bustard's face trembled, and his mouth recited the Buddha, and his heart ached. Because each room is very elegantly furnished, with pear wood tables and chairs, and mahogany beds.

The four salt barons kept shouting and shouting, but the guest in the room was silent. Everyone in the hall stood far away, lest they be killed by the fish in the upper pond. But the sound of the clashing blades was getting faster and faster, and suddenly someone screamed loudly, guessing that a salt lord leader had been injured.

The big man who kicked down the child's scrotum was in terrible pain, and when he saw the child get up from the wall, he was angry and punched him again. The kid dodged sideways, and the big man slapped him with a backhand, causing the kid to spin around twice. The turtle slaves and high rollers saw that the salt lord was so fierce, and if they continued to fight, they would inevitably beat the child to death, but no one dared to persuade him. The salt owl raised his right fist and struck it down on the top of the child's head. The boy had nowhere to avoid, so he rushed forward, pushed open the door of the wing, and ran in. Everyone in the hall let out an "ah". The salt lord was stunned, but he didn't dare to rush into the room to chase him.