When Huang San came back to resume his life, there were voices like crying coming from the carriage.
Huang San frowned, what kind of sound was this.
Uh, this is the erhu.
The master can actually play the huqin.
Miss Tushan's voice came from inside, "Stop playing, you are playing such a ridiculous piece of music, it makes me want to cry."
Another little girl's voice came, "Sir, what kind of music is this?"
"Two springs reflect the moon"
"This piece is a masterpiece of painstaking effort. Listening to it standing or sitting is disrespectful. We should listen to it on our knees."
At this time Huang San's voice came over.
"Master, please see Huang San."
Huang San bent down and cupped his hands, looking at his toes.
If it wasn't an important military situation, he wouldn't disturb the master's enjoyment at this time.
The car door curtain opened and Yang Fan appeared on the front of the car.
"What's up."
Even though he didn't raise his head, Huang San still felt the unkind gaze of Miss Tushan. It was such a cold day that disturbing her and her lover's fun would definitely make her unhappy.
"The second wave, the people who intercepted came back and killed five Jinyi Guards. The leader was a Baihu. They got the secret message."
"Bring the letter"
Huang San respectfully raised his briefcase above his head.
Yang Fan took it over and opened it, looking at it with a sneer on his lips. Then he handed it to Xiao Niangpi.
Tu Shanyue looked at it and said with a smile: "Xu Xianchun is starting to get hairy."
"The last wave of people should have arrived by now. How can he not be angry if there is no reply from the capital? Give me the order and keep an eye on everyone in the imperial mission. Anyone who leaves the team must report it in time."
Tu Shanyue sneered: "Next, Xu Xianchun will not send any more people from the team. He is already hairy and he is afraid that you will break his face. I guess he will use the hidden stakes of the Jin Yiwei along the way."
Yang Fan asked: "Where is the next resting point?"
Huang San replied: "Shejiadian, we will get off the boat and stay for about half an hour. Mingyan has sent people to make arrangements in advance. It will arrive in Tongzhou tomorrow. The fleet will not enter the city, but will go directly along the Tonghui River and then turn into the moat to run towards the sun. Door. He is about to enter Beijing. If Xu Xianchun still wants to pass on the news, this is his last chance."
"I got it, go ahead and arrange it. Don't make any mistakes. It's a big deal, so let's keep it tight on the outside and tight on the inside. It's the last two days. When we get to the Chaoyang Gate, we won't have to worry about it so much." Yang Fan said.
"Here!" Huang San bowed and excused himself.
The curtains were closed again, and cheerful erhu tunes came from the carriage, no longer the crying sadness before.
"What kind of music is this? I like it." Girl Tushan's voice came from the car.
"race"
Shejiadian Village is located on the edge of the canal. It is the first place to go ashore to replenish supplies and rest before arriving in Tongzhou.
Xu Xianchun and others went ashore, looked around cautiously, and then strolled down the street pretending to be nothing.
The village is not big, but there are more than thirty shops on the village streets. There are also more than ten restaurants.
Xu Xianchun and his party entered a noodle shop seemingly accidentally.
This noodle shop only makes Yangchun noodles, and also buys some side dishes.
"Boss, please bring four bowls of noodles and three side dishes." A member of the household greeted.
"Here we go!" The boss came over quickly.
"Is there any news from Beijing?" Xu Xianchun asked in a low voice.
"Not yet, there has been no news," the boss replied in a low voice.
"Is something going to happen?" said the hundred households.
"It's hard to say. I'm being stared at by Luo Yangxing. He's always hanging around me, and I can't arrange for anyone to go out. Send someone to the capital again and tell the governor that these regiments must not be allowed to enter the city. Let them settle outside the city.”
The boss nodded and made a gesture indicating that if he heard clearly, he would do it immediately.
I watched the boss go to the kitchen.
Xu Xianchun breathed a sigh of relief.
After eating the noodles, Xu Xianchun and his party bought something and then got on the boat.
Two big men in black came out from behind the small noodle shop.
He rode towards Tongzhou on horseback.
At a fork in the road five miles away from Tongzhou City, a few wooden pillars support a shed made of bamboo mats.
The wooden pillars were covered with mud, and it was impossible not to apply mud on them, because the pillars were put up yesterday, and the wood stubble was still white.
The shop mainly sells large bowls of piping hot tea, white-flour steamed buns, pancakes, and a pot of braised pork. There is also a manger in the shed next to it, with horse feed piled on one side.
A fart flag flutters in the wind, capitalized on a tea. This is a tea shed that sells food at the same time.
A boy is busy cooking.
Next to him was a little girl wearing patched coarse cloth clothes. With the bamboo hat hanging down as a veil, she was kneading the dough with a pair of small hands as white and tender as green onions.
"You said you, you are not waiting in Tianxiang Tower, you have to escape and suffer, why bother." The young man chattered while working.
"Brother Zhuzi, don't drive me away. I really have nowhere to go. If I'm taken back, I'll be beaten to death." The little girl said with a cry.
Zhu Zhu sighed and said nothing.
Zhuzi received an order to lurk here, but on the way he met Hong'er who was next to Lin Yueru, the top brand of Tianxiang House.
Hong'er ran away from Tianxiang Tower.
Seeing that Zhu Zhu was no longer as arrogant as before, she was pulling Zhu Zhu's sleeves and crying loudly. Only when she ran out did she realize that the outside world was completely dark, and she didn't know where to go. She encountered several encounters along the way. Bad guy, luckily she grew up in a brothel and saw opportunities quickly, and she also ran fast.
This time he saw Zhu Zhu and refused to leave no matter what, clinging to him like brown candy.
Zhuzi couldn't afford to offend Tianxianglou, so he had an intuition that Miss Lin was not someone to be trifled with.
However, as a little girl, she couldn't be cruel enough to let things go. She was performing a secret mission, and it was inconvenient not to tell her about it, and she was worried about putting her in danger.
At this time, two horses came galloping over. Seeing a tea shed here, one person said: "Brother, let's have a sip of tea here. We will arrive in Tongzhou soon. We were just feeding the horses, but they couldn't run anymore." "
Another man with a scarred face touched the horse that was soaked with sweat, nodded, and said: "Don't get into trouble, just drink some water and leave immediately. When you get to Tongzhou, hand over the secret message to the next station, and we won't have anything to do with it." ”
Seeing the guests arriving, Zhu Zhu hurriedly ran out to greet them, "Sir, are you two drinking tea or eating? Do you need to feed your horse?"
"Have a sip of tea and go away. Feed the horse some beans."
After saying that, he threw a small piece of silver over, and the pillar caught it. When he saw that there was about five cents of silver, he immediately said happily: "Okay, please take a seat, and I'll be here soon."
Two large bowls of tea were prepared in front of me.
The water in the copper pot is very clear.
The two of them looked carefully and saw that the tea was clear and golden in color. There was nothing wrong with it at first glance. In this era, Mongolian sweat medicine and the like would make the tea water turbid, which can be seen, so they were usually put in the soup.
Zhuzi brought out a bowl of braised pork and a plate of large steamed buns, both freshly cooked and steaming. Especially the bright red and oily braised pork will whet your appetite.
The two hesitated for a moment and did not eat.
Zhuzi smiled, walked over and picked up a few pieces of meat, then broke open the steamed buns, put them inside, and said with a smile: "Sir, the braised pork in our restaurant is unique. It is specially eaten with steamed buns. Try it. .”
As he said this, he started to eat voraciously. Zhuzhu's food tasted particularly delicious, and those who watched it were greatly appetized.
The two looked at each other and swallowed.
No more today, more will be added tomorrow.
