At the feet of the Emperor of Yizhang in the capital, the Boyu Gang was undoubtedly the number one. In fact, there were not many people who could read and write, and presumably it was the scar on the monk's head that was obvious. If you are from a wealthy family, how can you join such a gang to make a living? It has always been rare for a so-called high-ranking son to put aside his beautiful sachet and give up his luxurious mansion filled with gold and silver. Po Jian went to the gangs in the market to beg for two square meals. Unless he bumped his head on the back of his head during the cold weather and poured in a lot of snow flakes and ice, which turned into mud and water when the spring warmed up, and his head was clogged, no one would want to step into this easily. It's a business to rely on your waist and head to make ends meet.
Schools and books are not expensive places for ordinary people from poor families. Even Yizhang can hardly avoid such a scene. After all, there are not many gentlemen who do not strive for fame and official position, nor do they want a lot of gold and silver, so they build a house in a poor place. Most people think that spending time in a school is just a waste of time and money, not to mention the money.
In this way, those who can recognize hundreds of ordinary words will naturally become the guests of various gangs. Firstly, they can read and write. Secondly, their family background is clean and they will not be rebellious. If they are good at calligraphy and calculation, it will be even more important. After you get a lot of benefits, you can join a gang, get away from the ordinary gang members, step into the sky, and get a good job that involves no risk and no hard work. It's not that the gang can't pick out a few knowledgeable masters, but it's just that on weekdays, they calculate profits and losses, take over stores, or transport goods, how much profit can be earned, and all kinds of trivial matters are handed over to a handful of people. Number of people.
You can barely support it for three to five days, but after a few months of adulthood, many helpers who specialize in writing documents, keeping records, and estimating accounts can no longer survive. Among them, several young people who have not yet passed their thirties have already struggled. He has been declining for more than ten years, with blue eye sockets and constant drowsiness all day long.
Around the imperial city, the Boyu Gang ranks first. Just talking about the shops in alleys and Goulan gambling houses, there are countless businesses. Not to mention the water and land transportation and other businesses, there are no less than a thousand people every day. A deal was all on top of these people's heads. Fortunately, they didn't have a sudden sudden attack in the middle of the night. They were considered to be strong and strong, and they felt like they were in trouble all day long.
However, in the past year, this situation seems to have improved a bit. Even the bookkeepers who used to have a sluggish look and weak waist and legs have recently become more energetic and energetic, and they finally appear to be similar to their age.
There is a rather remote alley to the west of the capital, called Qingniu Lane. There was a shop opened more than a year ago. The shop owner is a young man with a gentle expression. Although his childishness has almost completely faded, his eyesight is not as good as his own. He said that the shop owner is He is a young man with many faults.
The plaque on the storefront was handwritten by this young man himself. The three-character iron painting of Huchao Pavilion is painted with silver hooks. The end of the stroke is oddly long and narrow. It seems that there is a sword spirit looming. At the end of the plaque, there is a fish print carved on it. There are three or two water patterns, which are like the finishing touch, just enough to slightly cover up the loneliness and purity in the figures of Huchao Pavilion, and add two or three points of freshness.
But the most puzzling thing for many well-known common people and nobles from the capital is that Huchao Pavilion is clearly a restaurant or other type of shop just by its name. At most, it only has six or seven calligraphy and paintings on it, but there is only a dense atmosphere in the shop. Swords, there are nearly a hundred swords lying across the house.
The young man often opened the shop door wide and sat in the middle. The cool breeze in early spring blew the sword gently, and the trembling sound was weak, but it fell on the young man's ears like the sound of a drum.
Even so, there are still many people who come here to admire the name. How can a young man who is clearly only fifteen or sixteen years old have such ability to open a shop specializing in swords in the capital? And at the end of the plaque, there is "Boyu Gang" In the end, no one could get the slightest clue about the seal. Looking at the young man with handsome and indifferent features, he kept silent for most of the day and never sold an extremely expensive sword. He shook his head and left.
In such a huge imperial city, rare things happen one after another, day and night. Either it is heard that a high official has opened a new teahouse in the imperial city, or there is a red oiran with an extraordinary appearance and a jade waist that is no more than half a hand full. Less than half a month later, the threshold of Huchao Pavilion, which had already been painted with fallen wood, was deserted.
Tonight, the spring tide brought rain, and no business came to the door. The young man returned to the shop, blew out the candles, closed the shop door again, carefully inserted the latch, and picked up the sword that was swallowed by water and fire from the counter. Just as I was about to leave through the back door, a guest knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty, please come back. The shop is closed today. If you want to buy a sword, please come back tomorrow."
"How can Brother Yun do business like this? When visitors come to the door, they rush out the door." The man outside the door was stunned for a moment, then he smiled heartily and said, "I came to Tiezhongtang to visit my friends. I don't know how to do this for this reason. Can’t come in?”
The young man then crossed over the swords and swords in the shop, stepped forward and opened the shop door. He saw the man in front of him had a teasing look on his face, and continued with a smile, "It's really not like Brother Tie to beat around the bush." He immediately lost his reserve and hooked his arms. The black-faced man shouldered him, half dragging and half holding the latter, and invited him into the house.
Since entering the door, Tiezhongtang frowned frequently and tightened his clothes. It was not until the young man lit the lamp that he hesitated to ask, "You are a noble person. You have only been in the gang for only a year, but you have already been promoted to the helm." Lord, with this attitude, I might be able to take over the position of leader of the Boyu Gang in a few years. Why is it that even the charcoal fire is not willing to rise in the early spring weather? Is it because I can’t bear to give up money?”
"After all, not a single sword has been sold, so don't save yourself. There was no northwest wind when Yi Zhangchun came. By then, he couldn't even afford food and drink, and he had to give up his face and go to Brother Tie's place to eat. .”
The young man laughed narrowly, intending to make a joke, but he didn't expect that the man was serious. He frowned and scolded, "The whole gang knows that you are such a stingy helmsman, let alone my brother Tiezhongtang. I can't listen to gossip. It's been a lot, and if we continue to save like this, I'm afraid the whole capital will eventually know that the master of Huchao Pavilion is a rooster made of iron.
The man has a straightforward temperament. Although he can sit in the helmsman's position, he usually has a lot of thoughts, but it happens to be the season when he makes friends with others. He never hides a word and stares straight into his big copper eyes, which almost makes the young man sitting opposite him almost scared. Can't hold back my smile.
"Don't worry, early spring is the toughest time for your body. It won't hurt if you suffer a little bit of cold." The young man held his sword and didn't take it seriously.
The young apprentice from Nangong Mountain seemed to have a sudden change of temperament after he set foot in the Boyu Gang. His originally twilight temperament now faintly regained the spirit of a young man. He spoke freely and even more There is no need to worry.
"Speaking of which, how far have Brother Yun's meridians been repaired?" After hesitating for a moment, Tiezhongtang finally asked the question truthfully. The spring rain outside the window lattice was soft, and it suddenly became much colder.
The young man's eyelids drooped slightly and he sighed softly, "It's only 30%, and we don't have much time."
For a full year, the young man seldom returned to the mountain. Apart from dealing with various matters in the gang, most of the rest of his time was spent on reshaping the meridians, but he still achieved half the result with half the effort and did not repair it properly.
The sword energy last year was so majestic that it almost destroyed the meridians all over the body. It took several months to circumvent it. Qiuhu and Xudan woke up again, but the repairs were still extremely slow.
It only takes a moment for Jian Feng to put on clothes, but it takes many days to weave clothes. Yun Zhong is also helpless about this.
When the black-faced man heard this, he was not disappointed. Instead, he patted the young man on the shoulder and said with an honest smile, "Even if there is no hope of practicing cultivation again, Brother Yun still has a foothold in this Boyu Gang. With such sharp swordsmanship, let alone in Boyu Gang, Fish Gang, even if you think about it on the battlefield, you can achieve countless achievements. If you have food in Tiezhongtang, you don't have to worry about drinking from the northwest wind in the future."
Before the ambush season last year, a group of gangs from other places came to the capital. There were thousands of them. They were probably ruling the roost in other places. They couldn't help but turn their attention to Yizhang capital. After all, this is a land where every inch of land is valuable, and there are many envious people. However, after careful consideration, most of them gave up their thoughts on competing for each other. Only the leader of this gang has excellent methods and temperament, and it is expected that most of the Boyu Gang will go out. At the critical moment, he set up an ambush on the outskirts of Huixi, the capital, almost killing dozens of people and controlling the lifeline of the Boyu Gang.
At that time, Yun Zhong, who had just arrived in the gang, drew his sword and killed the enemy gang members, saving Tiezhongtang's life. Although the latter also had strong physical strength, his internal fists were so strong and long that he could defeat dozens of people together. They were chased and intercepted, but the trees were big and windy, and they were attacked by three or five waves of scheming arrows, which made them a little powerless. It was Yun Zhong who fought off the enemy's help, rescued him on horseback, and forced his way out of the siege, and was able to save his life.
But as for why this unknown gang dared to use weapons at the emperor's feet, the gang leader and Mr. Lu kept it secret and never told anyone about it.
Since that day, the black-faced man often visited the house. Knowing that the young man was addicted to alcohol, he often asked people to bring expensive drinks from various places. He came to Huchao Pavilion shamelessly, and eventually became very familiar with Yun Zhong.
The young man laughed dryly in a low voice, "If I really can't repair the meridians properly, without the leader of the gang speaking, many people in the gang will gossip, which will be enough to make me miserable. A Nangongshan disciple who cannot practice can do it for the gang." How many benefits will it bring? Not to mention scenes like last year, which may not happen once in more than ten years. The Boyu Gang is a big gang, not to mention that it is past the time when we rely on our swordsmanship to make a living. If we don’t judge by skill, I myself If you admit that you are not deeply involved in the world and cannot come up with good strategies, then you are not worthy of your position, and how can you sit back and relax."
After hearing a few words, Tiezhongtang frowned.
Although there was an acquaintance in Qinshui Town, the old man guarding the ancestral hall made it clear that Liu Qingyunzhong and the two could relieve the Boyu Gang's worries, but the gang leader did not believe that the art of relieving worries existed in the world. This young man, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, had it in his chest.
"It is precisely for this reason that an outsider who is in a high position but cannot convince others will not arouse jealousy. But it is the same with listening, and it is the same with not listening. All kinds of trivial words can be heard. With this in my ears and my heart, why should I die from exhaustion?"
The young man was originally handsome, but at this moment his smile was unscrupulous and leisurely.
ps.Happy New Year~
