A pot of rice wine, two old men.

"What do you think?"

"Live again. ”

"Wow, capable!"

"Hey, you have to ask what's going on. ”

"Okay, what's the matter?"

"As usual, do it again!"

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At the beginning of the morning, after the rain, everything is Su.

The sound of horses' hooves, shouting, and shouting accompanied the first rays of sunrise in Chengping City, covering the official road outside the city and the crowd sitting on the side of the road. After a few uniform slogans, the city gate was slowly pushed open, and the soldier holding the pillar pushing the door opened his mouth for the first time after seeing the scene outside the city, and did not make a sound for a long time.

"Qin Tou'er, what are you stunned about. Another man who pushed the door with his arms slightly back noticed the abnormality, and couldn't help but look up and ask a question, and then saw the crowd of people sitting outside the city through the gap, and the frightened expressions on their faces, silent, the same.

The emotions seem to be drifting in the air along the tidbits of early spring, taking root, sprouting, and then with the wind, more and more, and more and more scattered. When the noisy crowd in the city also silences their mouths, then the story naturally begins...

The city is an inkstone, people are like ink, and the silence is like ink walking into the inkstone, diffusing inside and outside the city.

But soon, a voice that resounded inside and outside the city broke the stalemate, "Chengping cubs, Zhao Ye has arrived!"

The originally dead inkstone pond suddenly set off ripples, and the weather ran out in a moment, and it was replaced by a carp pond in summer, turning a pond into a boiling pool.

"Yun Zhao, you stinky boy who lacks heart, the old man Hu San won't treat you this time..."

"The surname Yun, you shouting at your throat early in the morning?" As soon as he lifted the handlebar of the sedan wood, he angrily lifted the white sweat towel to his shoulder.

"Mother's dish, ouch, don't squeeze it... Why, we don't have any white tofu in this basket for you to rub. ”

...

"It's over, it's only been a few days out, and the Chengping Demon King of the Mixed World is back again..."A poor scholar clapped his knees and cried, but he couldn't see any crying on his face, but he was a little happy. "Fuck it, I've lost so much money these days, Zhao Puppy came back well, good, very good!"

The scholar muttered as he walked, his hands tightly clenched in his sleeves, and finally trembled excitedly and walked directly to the city.

The instigator of Yun Zhao, a young man with a bright smile on his face, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wore a dusty coarse cloth shirt.

A thin black hair may look messy because of the recent trek, and the face is also full of oil, but a pair of eyes are extremely energetic, and the eyeballs are turning around and I don't know what they are thinking.

Standing on the official road at the entrance of the city, as if he was really the master of the military city on the northeastern border of the empire, listening to the shouting at the entrance of the city, the smile on the young man's face became brighter and brighter, I don't know if he thought of something very itchy, he couldn't help shaking his legs, humming a small tune and leading the horse to the city gate.

The pillar-wielding soldier, who had been stunned by the crowd sitting on the side of the road, came back to his senses and saw such a scene, and shouted angrily and funny at the young man.

"Hey, I said my Zhao Ye, do you need my old man Qin to help you get on the horse and lead you for a ride?"

"Ouch, Qin Tou, why are you there, isn't this tormenting me, don't toss the old man, I'll help you... Open the door early in the morning, let me come!" Yun Zhao inherited the fine tradition of Chengping since he was a child. According to Chengping's bastard patting his chest and spitting, this mouth knows that it is Lao Jianghu.

"What to help, get in, when Lao Tzu went into battle to cut the barbarians, you were still there..."

Yun Zhao, who had a hippie smile, rubbed his hands and hurried towards the military man, and couldn't help but say that hooking the arm of the military man surnamed Qin was a "true expression".

The latter saw that no matter how much he scolded, this kid didn't answer, so he cared about his body, smiled helplessly, slapped his forehead, turned around and walked into the city, while quietly gesturing to a few colleagues beside him. The others understood, and hurriedly closed the gates that had just been ajar.

Yun Zhao still walked in with Old Man Qin in his arms, and glanced back at the outside of the city while laughing, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. With the sound of the door closing, it was instantly filled with another harmless smile of humans and animals, who seemed to notice it, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed and said nothing.

The collapsed crowd outside the city didn't make a sound from beginning to end, as if they had never existed, the sound of the door opening, closing, the sound of the door opening, the closing of the door... A woman in ragged clothes, staring blankly at the place where the previous boy had stood on the official road, with a dirty child curled up in her arms.

A breeze blew, and the young child's eyes suddenly opened, bloodshot and frightened pupils, the sound of burning down the home...

...

The crowd that had originally gathered at the entrance of the city and was about to leave the city, no matter how they scolded Yun Zhao before, they all greeted him in twos and threes at this time.

The men couldn't help but say anything, laughing and scolding and rubbing his hair, the frontier women were even more spicy and arrogant, pinching his shoulders and groping for a while, eager to weigh the crotch of the guy a few pounds and a few taels.

The bustling crowd blocked the gate of the city again, and some merchants in the distance of the crowd were dumbfounded and discussed.

Sitting next to the tea stall was a middle-aged businessman in a brocade shirt with a jade hanging, glanced at the people around him, and said disdainfully: "It's the first time I've come to Chengping to run the goods, Chengping Chengping... Phew, the name is cool, it's clearly a huge bandit nest, look, this stinky boy is Chengping Sanjie. ”

"It's... This Chengping Sanjie, what about the other two?" a barefoot man became interested and stepped forward to say a sentence.

"Oh, Yun Zhao, Zhao Ye, Zhao puppy, it is Chengping Sanjie. The middle-aged merchant held a crude wooden cup, shook his head for a while, and drank it all in one go, and was amazed. "Look at this situation, I'm afraid it's not very peaceful outside, cough... I knew those adults were troublesome business... You can only stay in this city for a few more days, and look at these talents in our Tang Chengping City, talents!"

There was a burst of laughter at the gate of the city, Yun Zhao didn't see the slightest shyness, his demeanor accepted everyone's ridicule, and he looked like a fool who was happy in it, and the old man Qin next to him also looked strange, maybe he was used to seeing this ploppy morality.

After everyone was done, the old man Qin waved his hand to signal that he was gone, and everyone was very single, and they didn't talk about asking about the outside of the city and when the city would be opened, and they turned around and went home with their shoulders hooked and back.

The soldiers around the city gate scattered to the rest of the merchant houses and chariots to inform them that the city gate would not be opened recently. After a while, the gate of the city was clean, and Old Man Qin led Yun Zhao to the east of the city.

Yun Zhao stretched his waist, folded his hands behind his head, and followed the old man Qin one by one, and the horse behind him followed with large bags and small bags. This horse is also the same, the big head shakes with the rhythm of the master, and from time to time a snort, comfortable tight...

The territory of the Tang State is vast, and Chengping City is located in the extreme east of the Tang Kingdom, which is actually only a sentinel city that warns the dry wood grassland on the eastern border of the empire, but with the increasing strength of the Tang State in recent years, there has been no border soil attack for more than ten years.

Instead, it became a military city closest to the grassland in the Tang Kingdom, attracting many merchants and herdsmen to gather, and the soldiers defending the city more often went to nominally reorganize the army, but in fact robbed the already poor grassland rogues and tribal rangers.

The image of the Chengping army ruffians is called "playing pasture", and Yun Zhao is one of the leaders, and he is out of control when he first enters the barracks, as if he has found a life goal that has been absent for many years, and as the years increase, he often becomes a loner.

The soldiers defending the city looked at the size of his bag every time he returned to the city, and they all pinched their noses and recognized it, and over time, they didn't care much about the young man's outing.

It's just that many times, the whole city seems to have forgotten that Yun Zhaoman is full of calculations, and he is only sixteen this year.

On both sides of the road, there are courtyard walls made of earth, and in the middle of each compartment, a straw mat is woven with firewood and grass and hung on the wall of the hole, which is also used as a door.

It may be early in the morning, and every household is very busy, going in and out of the end plate to receive things, and next to the two stalls on the side of the road to eat breakfast and the household objects laid by the merchants. Hey, what are those little ladies gathered to see, a new Defang Ji has been opened, it's amazing, Chengping has also opened a rouge shop.

Yun Zhao was amazed along the street, and his mouth kept chattering, he had only been away for a few days, and a few commercial houses had come to run the goods, why was Chengping so lively... There was also the refugee crowd outside the city, after all, because of the troubles caused by those visitors from the city, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Stepping on the stone road, the newly green branches and buds smell the spring and gradually climb up the roof tiles, and the drizzle that just falls in the morning washes the dust on the roof tiles, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Old man Qin and Yun Zhao chatted with each other, and seemed to see what he was thinking, and persuaded with relief: "It's not a matter of turning the sky upside down, everyone knows it in their hearts, you kid is worried about something." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, touched his nose, then closed his mouth, buried his head and continued to walk forward. When Old Man Qin saw this, he knew that the stubborn donkey's temper had come up again, so he didn't say much.

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An old man in a Taoist robe with a cat's ear in his mouth sat on the ground, guarding the rag stall, on which many small objects were placed horizontally. In the past, people stopped to look at the stalls, and there were no ones who took a few quick glances, they were all old oilers, and they knew what the stalls were for so many years.

The old man in the Taoist robe didn't care at all, the old god was leaning against the wall, biting the grass roots, and muttering something vaguely in his mouth.

Suddenly, the first glimmer of the early sun, which had been difficult to climb to the top of the city, was projected through the cracks in the roof tiles on the originally closed eyes of the old road.

He opened it suddenly, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, staring at the spread cloth in a daze, and his eyes regained a little clarity.

As he muttered to himself, his voice slowly grew louder...

"The city of the rising sun, the world is peaceful...... The city of the rising sun, the world is peaceful. ”

The hand, which was covered with yellow wrinkles, trembled and grabbed the wooden wedge of the spread cloth and slapped it on the ground.

"Smack", the dust rises, and the brow stretches.

The withered old face bloomed with folds that bloomed like chrysanthemums, and laughed loudly.

"Technical work!"