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Soon Jiang Yangsheng was wanted by Zhang Bang, and the big and small counties announced that the word 'Jiang Yangsheng' would naturally not appear on the wanted notice, but 'Jiang Hai', so it can be seen that Jiang Yangsheng was regarded as a substitute for the dead ghost by Bai Wuchang Wen Shen, or Wen Shen never thought about letting Jiang Yang live and come back, in short, it is not impossible to go back to the 'light residence', Jiang Yangsheng looked at the wanted notice for himself' The corners of the mouth couldn't help but tug at the description of the grimace and the red robe, in the vast sea of people, trying to find a person based on a simple description alone is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, how easy it is to talk about, Jiang Yangsheng turned around and left.

He walked into Qianhuafang, Qianhuafang was crowded day and night, but there was no woman sitting there in the lobby at the moment, caressing the pipa with her hands and looking a little cold, fortunately, the people who came here were not elegant people, and they didn't care about these innocuous little defects, what they cared about at the moment and under the crotch was only which of the new girls in the past few days was beautiful, which waist was like a snake, which bed curtain kung fu was more ecstatic and so on.

Jiang Yangsheng still sat near the window, pinched a few crystal clear grapes from the fruit plate next to him and threw them into his mouth, and then pretended to look at the waist of the woman coming and going.

No one from the crowd of people who came and went looked at him, only a few dusty women who didn't have guests came over and wanted to solicit them, but they were not scared away by the cold light sword put on the table by this handsome little brother with extraordinary appearance, and a few dusty women with cold and lonely businesses stood in the distance and looked at this handsome little brother who looked indifferent and refused thousands of miles away, and waited until he got up and walked upstairs before leaving with hatred.

Jiang Yangsheng pushed open the door and came to the pipa girl's house, the furnishings inside did not move at all, but it looked a little depressed at a glance, and the house without the owner would inevitably be a little cold, Jiang Yangsheng looked at the crude pipa placed on the table, and then held it in his hand, and thought for a while, he couldn't figure out the person of the pipa girl, they all said that people's hearts are separated from the belly, Jiang Yangsheng has lived in Beilai Wangfu for so many years, and it is commonplace for those intrigues and flattery, and some real villains and hypocrites who can only flatter can be seen at a glance, but that day they did not read the meaning in the eyes of the pipa girl。

Flip the pipa, but see that the back of the pipa made of poplar is already very smooth, obviously caused by friction all the year round, the face is oily and smooth, I think it has been some years, but a closer look is to see a few fly-headed small block letters on the back.

'Life is a lover, this hatred is not about the wind and the moon'

If you don't hate the wind and the moon, who can you hate?

Jiang Yangsheng adjusted the pipa, and the sound quality was acceptable, so he closed his eyes and played a song "Ambush on All Sides" The sound of the pipa is like iron, the momentum is like the slaughter of thousands of troops, the song goes to a high place, but the tune turns sharply downward, suddenly like a clear spring stone stream gurgling, suddenly transformed into a desert desolate sunset molten gold; sometimes the breeze blows the face and is relaxed, sometimes the cold sound of the ice spring is temporary; a song turns a thousand times, as if the peak loop turns and the water falls out, Jiang Yangsheng plays a small and loves the music rhythm very much, the original intention of learning the music rhythm is to win a famous prostitute in the Qinglou of North Laicheng smile, and some musical instruments have some moral opinions, not proficient but also quite pleasant.

He looked intoxicated, and he still remembered the involuntary determination and helplessness of the pipa girl that day, and remembered that she finally braved her blood and tried her best but didn't say it, could it be this?

Life should be a lover!

Jiang Yangsheng didn't know about this, but he felt that he didn't have any resistance and resentment towards the pipa girl from the bottom of his heart, even if she killed herself at the most crisis, Jiang Yangsheng's heart only felt that this woman had a bad fate and needed sympathy and pity, he didn't feel what a bad thing it was to live in the Qinglou, Jiang Huan didn't sleep in the Qinglou every day!? Life is not easy, and there will be no three, six, nine, etc., no one is born willing to be a courtesan in Qinglou, and no one is willing to force a smile at others every day, so naturally there is suffering in his heart.

At the back of this poem are written three small characters - Xi Lingling.

Jiang Yangsheng put down this pipa that was not very valuable, but in his heart it seemed that he was carrying a heavy burden, and this kind of thing was the most intriguing, but Jiang Yangsheng himself couldn't read it!

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In Qingzhou City, if the 'Dizang Hall' is spoken, most people will be bluffed by this atmospheric and terrifying name, but if the veteran of the rivers and lakes does not think so, the veteran who mixes the rivers and lakes scratches his head and can't think of which great sect this 'Jizang Hall' is, but it is such a gang that is not famous in the rivers and lakes The name of Qingzhou City is first-class, but anyone who hears it is like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

In fact, Dizangtang is nothing more than a salt gang that can be called in Qingzhou City, although the current salt and iron industry are firmly grasped by the princes and nobles, but there are always hob meat that does not know whether to live or die and want to take chestnuts from the fire, this meal is not something that anyone can eat if they want to, and they may be caught by the yamen on the street one day, and they will be punished by selling salt and iron in Beilai!

Luan Yutang, the hall owner of the Dizang Hall, is a person who has been floating in the rivers and lakes for a few years, but then he retired without knowing what happened, adding a lot of scars and sword marks on his body, and the weight of his words is naturally sufficient, not to mention anything else, he relied on dozens of scars on his body to speak on his waist straight, and later used the Qingzhou Prefecture Mu Da as a spokesperson to privately engage in the salt transportation business, Luan Yutang attracted a lot of unemployed vagrants with his reputation when he was young, and then established' Dizangtang's salt gang, reselling private salt, piggybacking on some other unsightly business, has also made a lot of real money over the years, not as embarrassing as walking the rivers and lakes in the shyness and unspeakable, think about Luan Yutang feel lucky, if it weren't for the connections he has saved over the years, it is estimated that he is still an unknown shrimp in the rivers and lakes, and now Qingzhou knows the name of his salt gang for hundreds of miles, and the leader of the salt gang Luan Yutang is a certain salt lord in the rivers and lakes.

Luan Yutang is a big salt lord, although the money earned from selling salt is taken by himself, and the big head is given to the state pastoral officials 'ancestor', but Luan Yutang still feels very content, being a man for a lifetime is nothing more than a matter of face, since becoming the leader of the largest salt gang, Luan Yutang, who is not very good at kung fu, has become a hot big man for a while, and many gangs and gangs are willing to treat him as a guest, and he is not disguised as a flattery.

Luan Yutang likes beauty, and there are more than 20 handsome maids from the southern water towns in Luan Mansion alone, of course, they are all given by others, Luan Yutang is not a philanthropic person, and he does not refuse these things sent to the door.

Lord Luan is a well-known old man, there are more than 20 wives in the Luan family's house, few people believe it, these 20 wives are all married to a maid who is not a warm bed, Lord Luan is in the year of his establishment, and his career is also thriving, and the salt gang under his hands is hundreds of people, young and old, are all dirty people who sell salt privately, most of these people used to be villains in the market, idle on the streets all day long, doing some things that bully the good and the good, and now they have a solid backer who has taken refuge in the salt gang, and they are becoming more and more unscrupulous in doing things, and the salt gang has become a cancer in Qingzhou City。

On the one hand, Beilai has strict management of salt and iron, most of the salt and iron are held in the palm of their own hands, and the salt and iron control into other states and counties is strictly limited, which also leads to strange goods in other places to live, and the price of salt and iron has been high, so the salt gang will come into being.

Qingzhou is about the same as Donghai County of the Red Emperor City, both of which are close to the cities and counties of the Bohai Sea, and the villages in the coastal areas are popular in boiling bitter salts, and the official salt workshops and private salt workshops are confused together, and the distinction is not clear.

Wuzhao County under the cliff of the Bohai Sea, the genius is bright, the long-term workers who have not rested all night are replaced in shifts, a few huge bronze pots on the seaside are boiling salt crystals day and night, the morning light is hazy in the distance, and the smoke is curling in the near place, this is a salt-making place in the Jizang Hall, and a lot of private salt is boiled from here.

Most of the people in Wuzhao County don't know what this smoke-smoking workshop under the cliff by the sea is for, and Wuzhao County is located under the remote sea cliff, it is difficult for ordinary people to get close, only from afar to see the people here are very busy, and then a carriage of things packed in sacks is transported out, and sometimes there will be a few nameless corpses that have been soaked and white and swollen on the sea for no reason.

In fact, this is a private salt mill, which is full of people from all over the world who are working, these people are similar to the treatment of animals, every day in addition to labor or labor, they don't know what is outside this vast sea, many people can't stand the perennial torture and jump into the sea to commit suicide, or run away and be caught and drowned in the sea, when the new comes, they will resist and struggle, but once the old here for a long time, all the temper and temperament have been smoothed out, and they can't resist at all, and people have become tools of labor.

The dozens of minions in charge of guarding this workshop are the dozens of minions of the Jizo Hall, and there is almost nothing to do, except for whipping the laborers for fun, and running all the way to the Qinglou to make tooth sacrifices.

Guarding this group of coolies is also a brain-consuming thing, a little negligence may indicate that a few people will take the opportunity to jump into the sea to escape, fortunately it is the late autumn season, the sea water is cold to the bone, these thinly clothed coolies even if they jump into the sea water are ten dead, but there are still a few brainless coolies who jumped into the sea at the risk, this group of salt gang disciples did not go down to the sea to arrest, one by one with a sneer on their faces when they swam for a period of time when they were physically exhausted and drowned in the sea, one by one they kept clapping their hands and applauding when they saw this, gloating, and they didn't even bother to collect the corpse。

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