In the quaint and lively street market, a group of people dressed as officials rode horses and passed quickly through the streets. The vendors and pedestrians along the way were familiar with carrying their own goods and pulling their children to run to both sides, except for being stepped on by the horses' hooves. There was no trace of fear on the faces of the old, weak, women and children below, and they seemed to have become accustomed to all this.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.
The officers and soldiers only stopped briefly on the street, posted the notice, and then left quickly as if there was an impermanent ghost behind them urging them to die.
The people who had been trampled to death by their horses' hooves when they arrived were still lying in the street. When they left, seven or eight more people fell under their iron cavalry.
The men and horses moved away, leaving behind a cloud of flying dust.
The market, which had been quiet for a moment, became lively again, but in addition to the liveliness, there were a few more mournful cries in the streets and alleys.
Needless to say, after a few hours, there will be many more lonely graves in the fields and underground.
People here are used to all this.
The souls of the wounded and deceased on the streets, and the lamentations and grievances of the relatives of the deceased did not resonate with many people. Compared with these, they cared more about what was written on the brand new notice.
"What's written on it?"
"The officers and soldiers came in such a hurry, it must be an urgent matter!"
"Is there going to be a war?"
"It's not like that. I haven't heard of any war recently. Besides, Xi Country is in a peaceful corner and has a unique geographical advantage. Even if there is a war, we will not be in any danger!"
"What else could it be?"
A group of people were chatting in unison. From the corner of their eyes, they saw an old man with gray hair walking past the street. He was walking toward a child with bloody flesh on the ground with a sad and worried look on his face. They hurriedly called to the old man.
"Old Li Xiucai, where are you going at this time? I will spare you a moment and help us read what is written on this notice." A young man said.
The old man didn't seem to hear, and tried to walk forward unsteadily, but was grabbed by someone.
"Li Xiucai, I'm calling you a bit disrespectful, don't you know how to flatter me!" Another young man scolded.
The old man didn't move his eyelids, but his eyes were still looking at the child on the ground.
Seeing this, other people came up to pull him.
During the tugging, the old man's arm fell down as if the thread had been broken, hanging in the worn and white sleeves.
He was dragged by someone and staggered to the notice.
Someone saw what he was thinking and deliberately said: "Don't you just want to see that little beggar who is learning calligraphy from you? In this way, you read the notice first, and after reading the notice, we will let you go, otherwise we won't let you go." If you know what the notice says, you can stop trying to save that little beggar!"
The other person laughed loudly, "We have plenty of time, but that little beggar can't wait, can he? I see that his stomach has been trampled to pieces, and his face is covered with vomited blood, and he can't even see his true face, so If he goes down and his blood dries up, he will die, right?"
The man in front smiled and answered, "Let's see if Mr. Li Xiucai has a kind heart!"
The old man's eyelids were drooped, and there was endless numbness and unspeakable pain in his eyes.
His voice was hoarse and strange, as if his throat had been injured, and he said in a strange tone: "I read it."
While he was reading the contents of the notice, other people began to make fun of his voice again, saying that his voice was worse than the wild ghosts and beasts in the mountains that kept barking at night. Maybe he was the wild ghosts and beasts that had turned into spirits.
Otherwise, how could a person be so kind-hearted as he is?
The old man's expression remained unchanged. He read the content once and was about to leave. Those people crowded around him, preventing him from leaving and forcing him to repeat it again.
He also said that as long as the old man mispronounced a word, it would prove that he was fooling everyone, and everyone would be asked to teach the old man a lesson.
However, their plan failed.
After that, the old man was forced to read it several times, and he was able to read it word for word.
The old man walked hurriedly and staggered towards the injured child.
"Does this old man really have a photographic memory?"
"Anyway, he said such a long mandarin five or six times, and it sounded exactly the same to me."
"No matter what, let's think about the notice first. This is a good thing! It sounds like it has something to do with the extremely noble Princess Zixia, and she is going to give out gold!"
While several people were talking, a man with a fair complexion and no beard in official attire walked out of the restaurant at the back, escorted by officers and soldiers.
Someone knelt down and made a chair. He leaned on the person's back and said in a high-pitched and gentle voice, "Nian!"
One person behind him read it loudly.
"Your Majesty has an order: Princess Zixia's birthday is coming soon. Anyone who sends birthday wishes to Princess Zixia will be rewarded with ten taels of silver. Anyone who can offer rare treasures to make Princess Zixia smile will be rewarded. , Anyone who contributes national policy during Princess Zixia’s birthday can join the court as an official..."
After reading the notice, these people quickly left.
When he left, the fair-faced man's eyes were full of disgust, without concealing it.
As soon as they left, the crowd gathered around the notice again.
"The official recited it in person, which is no different from the old Li Xiucai. It seems to be true!"
"But isn't ten taels of silver too much? If everyone in the world goes to send blessings, won't it mean that the treasury's silver will be exhausted?"
"My stomach is not full, so why worry about the treasury?"
"That's right, the most indispensable thing in the national treasury is probably real money!"
"If this is true, there will be floods in June, hail in May, late spring cold in March, and snowstorms in January..."
"Hey, everyone is so happy, why are you saying these disappointing things? There have been constant disasters in recent years, but at least we have survived, right?"
"That's it, if you don't see that everyone is happy, don't mention these worrying things. If you have such leisure, why not think about the birthday message for Princess Zixia. If you write it well, you can get ten taels of silver!"
"Where's Ergou? He was here just now, why is he missing now?"
"That boy has always been smart. Maybe he has gone to old Li Xiucai to write nice words. Ten taels of silver is not a small amount. If he really succeeds, he will be able to save the expenses for the past two or three years, right?"
"Quick, quick, let's go find old Li Xiucai too!"
"Come, come, take a look. A good lantern is perfect for writing blessings. It starts at 500 yuan!"
"Profiteer, obviously the most expensive one before was only sold for 200 cents!"
"Damn old Wang, you will see a ghost when you go out!"
The scolding was enough, but the person who thought of it still went to the lantern shop while scolding, and greeted him with a smile to let the shopkeeper, Lao Wang, have an easier time.
Everything that happened here was watched by a few people at the wonton stall opposite the market.
The weak and boneless beauty in red stood behind an empty chair and sighed to the two people in front of her, "I don't know where Yan Yan is now. Fortunately, she is not here. If she saw this show, what would happen?" good!"
Just as he was talking, the figure of a stunning girl in green clothes appeared on the chair.
I'm too busy and don't have time to type. I just wrote one chapter and I'm still working on it.
