In the tenth winter of the month, heavy snow fell, and Liaoyang Mansion was covered with white snow, accumulating a full three feet high. It was winter, and there were few pedestrians on the streets, except for some vendors and pedestrians who were in a hurry, and everyone closed their windows and closed their homes around the stove to keep warm. It was getting dark, and the streets that were already less pedestrianized became more lonely.

On the old street of Liaohui, next to the water transport wharf, the third door on the left is a teahouse, and the front of the teahouse is high in the guise of auspiciousness. Because it is next to the water transport wharf, there are a lot of ordinary people, the traders who come and go, the people who visit the goods, and the auspicious ones are all the places they must pass through, and they are thirsty to eat a bowl of tea, and they are hungry for pancakes and steamed buns. Zhang San greeted Wang Wu, let's go to Jixiang to drink tea and eat some melon seeds, wait for the snow to be small, and then go, just hide from the snow There are a large number of people, not to mention those old customers in the vicinity. To the auspicious inside, it is extremely lively, and it is overcrowded.

There are a few braziers in the center of the store for customers to keep warm, and a few old customers order a pot of tea, ask for a few plates of snacks, drink tea and eat snacks around the stove and chat with the shopkeeper in the store. was chatting, only to see the door of the store being pushed, a gust of wind and snow, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child helped an old man who seemed to be over the age of sixteen to come in. As soon as the old man took off his coat, the child reached out and took it, dusted off the snowflakes on the old man's clothes, hung them on the shelf beside him, and said vaguely: "The way of the road... Passing through this place, my body is very cold, and I hope to... The shopkeeper looked at him with disdain, and said, "Hmph, how did you come here begging for food?" The boy hurriedly laughed and said: "Shopkeeper, my grandfather is not a beggar, we are walking the streets and alleys to show up and play tricks." "Sitting around the table was an old man, a man in his forties, dressed in a thick cotton coat and a fur hat, and very obese, who was a butcher who killed pigs and sold meat in the area. The butcher said: "How can you do a trick? What kind of trick? Show your hands to the fat man?" The shopkeeper also said: "That is, there are so many guests here, you two have made a trick and let the old men watch and watch, how about paying for the tea?"

The old man smiled and said, "Then it's ugly, where you can't go, don't blame the officials." As he spoke, he took out a celadon bowl from the young man's baggage, shook it three times with his hand, and stroked it with his left hand.

The shop was boiling all at once, and the customers applauded again and again. The shopkeeper said, "Okay, old man, there are some doorways, you can turn into fish, and pour yourself into a bowl of hot rice to eat." The old man laughed dryly a few times and said, "It's all a trick, and it can't really change things." The shopkeeper glanced at him and said, "Go over and sit." The old man nodded and said, "It's disturbing, it's disturbing." So saying, he took the child and sat aside.

The shopkeeper took a pot of hot tea from the back hall, put it in front of the two grandfathers, and said, "Pour it yourself." The old man nodded yes, and the store turned around and chatted with those old customers.

I only heard a thin scholar at the table say: "As soon as Yue Fei dies in the Southern Dynasty, who else can stop my hundreds of thousands of proud soldiers and fierce generals? In my opinion, this time Wanyan Liang, the king of Hailing, is good at personally leading his troops to attack the Song Kingdom, and he will definitely win a great victory." The butcher asked, "Yue Fei, I have always heard people say that there is such a person, what is he doing?" I only heard a man with a pockmarked face on the table and chair next to him say: "You don't know Yue Fei? Although this person has repeatedly led troops to attack my Dajin in the past, I have to say that this person is indeed a generation of famous generals!"

The scholar picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of it, and said: "What this brother Tai said is not bad at all, Yue Fei's character Pengju is a person who uses soldiers like a god, compared to Zhuge Kongming in the Three Kingdoms period, I am afraid it is more than that..." Brother Tai's words are wrong, that Yue Wumu is indeed a god, but it is a pity that he was not born in my Dajin land, otherwise with his ability, I can guarantee the longevity of my Dajin Society. Speaking of this Yue Wumu's death, it was actually not defeated by my Dajin. ”

The shopkeeper on the side asked: "Since this Yue Wumu is so good, apart from my Dajin country, who else can destroy him?" The scholar sighed: "As the so-called jealous talent, it was not another country that killed this general, but Qin Hui, who was in the same dynasty as him." ”

The butcher said, "Since they are ministers of the same dynasty, why do they kill each other?" The scholar said: "Brother Tai has lived in the world for a long time, and he does not know the cunning of officialdom. A guest on the side was eating fried pumpkin seeds and drinking fragrant tea with relish, and when he said this, he couldn't help but take a mouthful of tea in his mouth, and it fell into the brazier and rattled. The man smiled and said: "Scholar, listen to what you mean, as if you have been an official, why, what year and month are you named on the gold list? Didn't you make a big official in the court? Then Yan Liang didn't marry his daughter to you as a daughter-in-law?" The scholar's face turned red, snorted, and he didn't look back at him, and said: "Vulgar person, how do you know that I haven't been hit?" It's just that I, Li, think of myself as a high-minded person and don't want to be contaminated with those forces and magnates. Everyone laughed.

The butcher asked, "Li Xiucai, what is going on, what happened next?" The scholar surnamed Li heard that he was called "Xiucai", and he was overjoyed, and replied again and again: "Good, good." After that, he tidied up his clothes with his hands, coughed twice, and said: "At that time, Yue Fei led his troops to fight against my Jin soldiers, brave and good at fighting, and successively attacked six counties such as Jiankang and Xiangyang. The shopkeeper said: "Soldiers of other countries, even if you want to brag, you have to have a limit, you just say how he died later." ”

The scholar said: "Yes, just because of this Yue Wumu, Lian Gaojie, the prime minister of the Southern Dynasty Qin Hui was worried that his credit was greater than his own, so he made clever words in Song Gaozong, so that Emperor Gaozong lowered twelve waist cards that night, recalled Yue Fei, and later, he was executed on the charge of 'trumped-up'. Woohoo, fortunately, that Gaozong Lao'er was mediocre, at that time, Yue Wumu was planning to lead his troops to attack Yanjing, if this Lao'er hadn't stopped it, I am afraid that all of us here today would not have been here to enjoy tea leisurely. ”

The young man was eating tea with the old man on the side, and he was listening carefully to the speeches of a group of people, but later heard that when Gaozong executed Yue Fei, his fists clenched and gurgled, and he was about to slam the table to deflat, but his hand was intercepted by the old man from the air, and the old man whispered: "The past is over, what is he doing?" The young man put away his fist and sat aside and sulked to himself.

I only heard the butcher say: "What is called 'unnecessary'?" The scholar smiled: "The wonderful thing is that this 'unnecessary', unnecessary, unnecessary, possible, possible, this old man killed Yue Fei with a possible suspicion, wouldn't it make people laugh off his big teeth? This old man is really confused." ”

As he was talking, he only heard the old man laugh and said: "You only say that Emperor Gaozong Zhao Gou is a confused old man, but in my opinion, he is indeed an old treacherous and cunning~"

The scholar turned his head, looked at the old man, and said, "Sir, how can this be seen?" The old man smiled slightly, and did not answer, but quietly ate tea somewhere.

(I'm selling, it's about to be the New Year~ I wish you all a happy New Year and all the best in advance!)