Entering the twelfth lunar month, there is only one word on the street, red!
There are festive scenes everywhere, and no matter how stingy you are, you can’t help but spend a lot in the twelfth lunar month to buy a few things for your home.
While shopping along the way, Fang Fang saw long queues lining up at the door of dozens of stores, with large and small bags of things being taken out of the stores as if they didn't need to be paid for today.
At every intersection of major roads, there are traditional craftsmen occupying the streets and performing arts. At large fairs, there is a stage created by nobles, but the singing on the stage is not drama but martial arts.
The stage was piled with hay and leather, and the man was shirtless and wearing shorts. He used various means to show his power. If he knocked one over, he would attract cheers from the street and flying copper coins.
"Is this serious?"
Seeing the strong man vomiting blood to the end, Fang Fang was full of surprise.
At first, he really thought it was just a performance, but he didn't expect it to be a physical fight with fists and fists.
"Of course I'm being serious, but don't worry about them. Everyone is careful in their actions. The one just now seemed to have spit out a mouthful of blood, but the one who didn't spit out the blood is really troublesome!"
In the crowd, the Li brothers gathered around Fang Fang.
On festive days, dirty deeds are indispensable. The rich celebrate the New Year, the poor also celebrate the New Year, and the scoundrels also celebrate the New Year.
"Don't look at it as random, but in fact it's just those people who come and go. For example, when we go up, the steward will be the first to disagree. Most of the people who run in this kind of field are elite veterans from the third battalion. Regardless of winning or losing a game Everyone can pocket a tael of silver!" Li Yanting explained.
"How else can we play?"
Who says warriors are rough and arrogant? This is not just shrewd and ruthless.
"Of course, this kind of fighting has not yet reached its climax. Now it can only be regarded as military training. After the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, each arena will select the champion, and finally the martial leader will be decided in front of the Shenwu Gate on New Year's Eve. With good luck, the Empress will directly If you’re not lucky enough, the chief executive will show up!”
"Shenwu Sect?"
Fang Fang smacked his lips, "No matter how big the deal, it can't be just this one, right?"
"Of course it's not just that. There are also shooting, equestrian, horse racing, and polo. The venues are just different. The top ten will all be rewarded. The worst is a quota for joining the army. Moreover, those skilled veterans mentioned just now have made enough money for themselves. I will also retreat and leave opportunities to newcomers!"
"However, joining the army is somewhat speculative. If you try to integrate into the military camp in a short period of time, the outcome will generally be bad!"
Everything in the Wu Dynasty was bound to military merit. The deeper the binding, the higher the status of actual military merit. No matter how you entered the military camp, you had to walk around first. You would not be able to survive with only one skill.
"What else is there to see?"
Looking at the strong man who was knocked down second on the stage, the short-term excitement weakened, and Fang Fang no longer wanted to stay.
Li Yannian shook his head, "It's still too early, the large ice palaces everywhere haven't been finished yet, now they are just warming up with some activities to entertain children and women, real men's things can't be done until at least 20 years old!" "
"Would you like to tell me about my man's affairs?"
A group of three squeezed out of the crowd and entered a relatively empty street. The igloos had not yet been set up in the intersecting streets. Three battalions of soldiers had already started to build the ice corridor. The afternoon sun shined through the arched ice, melting the ice and snow. The world is a bit blurry.
"What else can there be, a feast of ice, wine and meat, ice hockey competition, it can't be about the knife!" Li Yanting shrugged.
"Xiaohu, didn't you say that?"
"The Hundred Ice Feast has nothing to do with the restaurant. It is all organized by nobles. It is distributed along the Xuanwu River and stretches for more than ten miles from east to west. At least hundreds of thousands of people will participate in it, and the inner government will also fund it. Generally It started on the 22nd, and there are still seven or eight days left!”
“That’s when it’s really exciting!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a dull bell sounded from the distance. Before anyone could react, it rang twice again. For a moment, the whole street seemed to have been pressed by a pause button. As soon as the bell stopped, everyone's faces All looked sad.
"Damn it!"
"War breaks out!"
In the Wu Dynasty under the military system, not only the soldiers were aware of the sound of bells. Everyone knew how to ring the bells, how to blow the trumpets, and what the different bells and trumpets meant.
"Sir, come back, it seems like we can't join in the fun!" Li Yannian looked unhappy.
The difference between predicting the start of war and actually starting the war is not the slightest bit different.
Forecasting is a preparation process. All officials in the court go all out, war preparation information is notified to the camp, and the military stables in various places begin to prepare the list of government soldiers.
But the war broke out, and even though the war did not burn into the Wu Dynasty, all the celebration activities had to be stopped. Even if they didn't want to stop, the soldiers at home needed to say goodbye, soldiers from all over the country needed to assemble, the transportation of supplies should be faster, and all war preparations The activities sped up, and seven or eight of the ten adult warriors were taken away. Women had to take care of the family. The atmosphere was gone, and the elderly and children couldn't laugh. What's the point of celebrating?
"Damn it, I haven't let you go for years. This life is so miserable!" Li Yanting gritted his teeth.
Warriors are not afraid of war, but warriors don't like war either. If the war starts in the twelfth lunar month, the allies they will find are awesome. This is obvious. Isn't it just me who is having a hard time, so I flipped the table and everyone said goodbye together?
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Li Yanting would really want to scold her.
"Go back!"
After hearing the disturbing bell, Fang Fang was not in the mood to go shopping.
If there is a commotion, the imperial city must be under martial law to prevent the news from being exposed. How can my sister come out?
Although they were not together during the Chinese New Year last year, the palace at least gave them a holiday and allowed them to meet each other and wish them a happy New Year. But this year, they really wanted to eat shit.
It’s a bad year, whoever bumps into him will be in trouble!
"No, we can't go back yet!" Stopping, Fang Fang immediately turned around and ran towards the foot shop.
In order to make money, the thirteen foot shops have invested a lot of money. All the tables, chairs and benches have been replaced, and various preparations have been made.
Dead things still need to be disposed of. They can’t be used at the end of the new year, but there’s no problem in using them after the new year.
But what about the killed fish?
It's cold in the north, and fish and meat won't spoil if left for a while, but a girl waiting for a penny really doesn't care about that.
Why go fishing in the cold water now? I believe what Fang Fang said. If you can't get back the money from a year ago, it is two different things than if the money in your hand can't become adult goods. The former has lost the prestige that Fang Fang has just established, while the latter can only be scolded at best. , and it was Akito who was scolded.
In order to make another fortune before the year, all the men, women, and children on the bus went to work. In more than ten days, they caught more than 20,000 kilograms, and killed 17,800 kilograms. Not to mention the large amount, each person will be divided into two parts before the year. Half a penny isn't too much, right?
But even with this modest request, Fang Fang couldn't even pay for it with his wallet. All his money was invested in the foot shop.
…
"Oh my god, something big is going to happen!"
Looking at the empty shop, Xiaohu felt completely stupid, "It's over, it's impossible to get back to where we were before!"
Before half a stick of incense, there was a long queue at the door. Now there is nothing left except the leftovers, including the store owner.
