Half an hour later.
Amidst the suppressed and excited roars of countless people, and under the steaming smell of sweat, Han Xi roared at the top of his lungs: "Pull his legs! Kick him! Kick him to death!"
After roaring twice, he turned around and grabbed Jia Sidao's collar: "How about it, no bets! Wealth can be found in danger!"
Jia Sidao said repeatedly: "Wait, wait until I can see clearly again, you said this..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Xi turned around again, leaned out half of his body from above the trunk, and waved his arms wildly: "Hit! Hit! Don't hold back!"
To his left and right, no less than dozens of rich and noble-looking men, who were dressed in luxurious clothes, shouted in unison. One fat man tore open his brocade jacket and jacket to reveal his hairy chest and even shouted: "Beat! Beat Li Xunhuan to death." ! I’ll pay you ten bucks to buy his life!”
As soon as the fat man said this, angry curses came from the other side. Someone directly threw a handful of Xingzai Huizi into the dirt field below, shouting: "Yang Feixiang! If you win, these are all yours! One hundred strings!"
Encouraged by Bai Guanhuizi, the muscular man below named Yang Feixiang shouted violently, clamped his legs together, knocked Li Xunhuan to the ground, and then captured him.
Li Xunhuan yelled and struggled, but was pushed back several times.
Jia Sidao thought that the fight should be over, but unexpectedly, Yang Feixiang got angry and continued to fight, but instead punched Li Xunhuan in the face one after another.
This guy's fists were so heavy that with each punch, a muffled sound could be heard in the dirt field. Li Xun Huan's head was hit by the fists and repeatedly hit the ground and bounced up, gradually becoming like a torn meat pie.
The idlers standing in the tiles on both sides of the stem looked on with smiles, showing no intention of stopping him at all.
Hundreds of spectators around saw blood splattering, and they all shouted wildly and applauded loudly. Some people beat their chests and beat their feet: "This Li Xunhuan is a nobleman who was submitted to the palace for sumo wrestling. He is known to hold up his hat and make fists to intimidate before driving! Who? I don’t know how useless I am, I lost my life to a jungler like a Sanshou!"
What everyone is standing at right now is a tile building located on the outskirts of Lin'an City, along the West Lake.
The so-called "Wazi", also known as Washi and Washi, is the name for the large-scale market in Bianliang City during the heyday of the Song Dynasty. The meaning is "when they gather, they will tile together, and when they disperse, they will fall apart." At that time, the most famous tile in Bianliang City was the Daxiangguo Temple. The two verandas of the atrium of this temple could accommodate ten thousand people, and all the business travelers and traders from all over the world gathered there.
After the Song Dynasty moved south, the nature of the tiles changed. During the Shaoxing period, Yang Yizhong, who was then the commander of the Chinese Army, had many soldiers from the northwest and it was difficult to abandon his family and career, so he built tile houses inside and outside the city and organized prostitutes as a place for the soldiers to entertain themselves in their spare time.
As a result, Wazi gradually changed from the original trading market to the name of entertainment venue. Everything that entertains people with sounds and colors is among them, which is the so-called "house with hooks and tiles".
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Big benefactors like Jia Sidao are naturally familiar with this. He had heard of all the eighteen tiles outside Lin'an City and the five tiles inside the city, and had been to many of them. Jia Sidao was even more familiar with the restaurants, teahouses, teahouses, and high-end restaurants in Dawa, Zhongwa, and Nanwa in the city. There were thirteen hook-and-rails in North Wa.
But this tile does not belong to any of the twenty-three tiles. It is located on the densely forested side of the West Lake, and is covered by many noble villas and manors. There are several checkpoints along the way. .
Along the way, the two of them encountered sword-wielding figures who blocked the road several times to verify their identities. If it weren't for Han Xi leading the way, Jia Sidao wouldn't have been able to reach this place. Of course, he had never heard of this place before.
This place is also different from any other place.
In other hook bars, Jia Sidao saw sword-dropping, hanging silk puppets, jumping ropes, and even sumo wrestling and sword dancing. Most of them were more performances than competitions, and the competitions themselves mostly ended in There is almost no direct confrontation or conflict.
But in this Wazi, which I had never heard of before, this scene was obviously serious, a deadly move?
Jia Sidao had never seen dead people before, but he had never seen such a scene where blood was splattered and others were smiling. He almost held his breath for a moment.
Until then, Li Xunhuan's legs twitched, and he could only breathe out, not in. A sharp whistle sounded from somewhere, and a few idlers who were watching from the railing turned over and jumped into the dirt field, grabbed Li Xunhuan's feet and dragged him out.
Wherever Li Xunhuan's limp body passed by, a bloodstain several inches wide was left behind. Just looking at the speed of bleeding, Jia Sidao knew that this person would not survive for more than half an hour without first aid.
Jia Sidao pulled Han Xi back by his shoulders and shouted in his ear: "Someone is really going to die! Then Li Xunhuan is going to die!"
Han Xi looked at Jia Sidhe steadily and said, "Brother Shi Xian, is the fun in this place still exciting?"
"Yes, yes..." Jia Sidao pointed at the blood stain and stuttered for a moment.
"Brother Shi Xian, do you know where this place is?"
"What's so special about it? Isn't it a special tile?"
"Haha, that's right." Han Xi and Jia Sidao took a few steps back and sat down again.
The two of them made room for each other, and other spectators who were extremely excited immediately took over. Beside and behind the two people, there were also people standing with their arms raised and shouting, so that the couple of couches where the two of them were sitting seemed to be a small place for conversation in the noisy environment.
"Brother Xian Xian, your father-in-law was previously the magistrate of Baoying County in Chuzhou, Huaidong. He was very good at mediating during his tenure. He traveled to and from many military prefectures between Xuyi and Huangshuiyang, so he benefited from the benefits of merchants from the north and south. In just two years, I have accumulated such a fortune. However, the border trade between Da Song and Da Jin is more than what my father has seen."
Han Xi's change from full of enthusiasm to calm talking was completed in an instant, and even Jia Sidao was stunned for a moment.
His first reaction was that Han Xi was testing something. So I deliberately did not mention the Bohai Sea trade of Dinghai Navy on the Yellow River to the east, but changed the topic a little bit.
"In the past few decades, private crossings of the Huaihe River have been strictly prohibited, but the people have violated the law with ease. I have heard that from Huaixi to Jinghu, the land is sparsely populated and the counties are lonely and weak. There are traitors and profiteers on the border. During this period, it originated in Jiangxi and flowed to the north of the Yangtze River. It often carried thousands of young men and women, shaking the counties and counties, and the imperial court was unable to control it."
"Border traitors and profiteers?"
Han Xi asked with a smile: "Brother Xian, smuggling at the border is so rampant. Only in Huaidong, those traitors and profiteers let your father-in-law eat as much as they can with the little benefits flowing out from their fingers. The sea east of Baoying County Trade, what is the scale of smuggling across thousands of miles of border between Song and Jin countries west of Baoying County? To tell you the truth, there are five to six million smuggling in a year! Do you really think that it is border traitors and profiteers? Can it be done?”
Jia Sidao's heart moved, but he still had a blank look on his face: "You mean, all this smuggling has officials from the Song Dynasty court behind the scenes..."
"Because of the two divisions between Dajin and Jin in the north, the salt industry in Kaifeng Prefecture in Nanjing had to rely on the Song Dynasty. And the Song Dynasty court had to make a decision on this, and there would be no result without two or three years of disputes. In this case, what follows? Civil and military officials had no choice but to find ways to maintain the situation. To this end, an elderly and venerable relative in the court and a high-ranking official in Jingxiang on the border had a private fight over this and barely reached an agreement."
This kind of secret inside the imperial court is really not something that a magistrate's son can easily find out, and a son of a prime minister, even the son of a prime minister who failed in a political struggle and was beheaded, is ten times more powerful than Jia Sidao hundred times.
Jia Sidao nodded, wrote down the matter, and asked, "What does this have to do with the fighting in front of me?"
Han Xi brought a cup of tea to Jia Sidao: "Brother Xian Xian, the reason why these two people fought so fiercely just now is because the masters behind them each uphold the meaning of a noble person. The two sides have quarreled before, and the matter It's roughly planned, but the loser wants to vent his anger, the winner wants to show his authority, and even some trivial details have not been agreed upon, or there are others who want to intervene a little bit... Each family will have their own hands who are good at fighting, and fight in this tile. Fight, whoever wins will get more benefits."
"Although this benefit is trivial outside of big business, it still starts with at least a few thousand guan. Those of us who have serious backgrounds in Lin'an City invest no less than a thousand guan in daily gambling. In comparison, it's just a mere What if the naishi, who made his career as a sumo wrestler, dies? Even if he once performed in front of His Majesty, can His Majesty really remember him? Anyone who wants to perform here must first understand this!"
"I see……"
Jia Sidao nodded repeatedly, stood up and looked into the dirt field again.
While the two were talking, Yang Feixiang knocked over another person. This one was even more brutal than the one just now. It turned out that it was not a sumo wrestling, but a fight with each person holding a sword. Yang Feixiang relied on his great strength to cut off the opponent's group tiles with several consecutive blows, and then cut off the entire arm holding the group tiles.
When the injured screamed and retreated, Yang Feixiang raised his weapons with both hands in a show of force.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a gong sounded sharply high above the earth field, and another person jumped into the earth field with a vigorous posture.
This person does not hold the Lion Man card but only carries a simple sword. His movements are as fast as a predatory beast. He rushed in front of Yang Feixiang, and with a flash of the sword, Yang Feixiang's head flew high into the air, and his blood was filled with rage and blood spread all over the dirt field!
At the same time, Jia Sidao saw clearly the face of the man holding the knife.
He stepped back, sat back, thought for a moment, and sneered twice: "What a fun, interesting, and exciting!"
This man was clearly an old acquaintance of Jia Sidao, a member of the Red Coat Army who had met several times in battle, and Yang You, who was known as the "Nine Kings" in the army.
