There is a cool breeze in Youjing City during the white dew season.
The sky in Zhangzhou County is clear during the white dew season.
Both belong to Zhongzhou, but the climates in the north and south are different.
In the same Zhongzhou, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.
The people living in Youjing City cannot hear the neighing of war horses and the beating of drums in Xing'an.
The people living in Zhangzhou County could not see that the fires were raging in Jiulian Mountain and the fighting was sleepless.
Most of the time, major events that happen at the national level or in the world will not have much impact on the daily lives of the people.
You can still see the sun rise and set every day, you can find something to eat when you are hungry, and you can find a place to have a few sips of wine when you are happy or unhappy. You can still live your life as usual, but it is just that it is different than usual, or Have the opportunity to tell stories and listen to anecdotes about major events that happened at the national level or in the world.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
Just as there is an old saying that has been circulating in the world of martial arts for a long time: "The dangers of rivers and lakes only exist in the rivers and lakes."
The general idea of this statement is that even if the common people are not far from the Jianghu, they can always live a peaceful life year after year. But once they get involved with the Jianghu, they have to be on guard against unexpected disasters or unexpected fortunes. In short, they are blessed. Disaster is inevitable.
Putian County was in trouble because of the Red Sect incident.
Although Zhangzhou County was not directly affected, the salt cutoff still affected the daily lives of the people.
Zhangzhou County, which is slightly smaller than Quanzhou County in county size, is located in the southernmost part of southern Fujian.
The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, but it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The local people live a life that cannot be said to be rich but stable enough.
Food is the most important thing for the people. In the slow-paced simple life, the people are particularly good at what to eat and how to eat, which has also given rise to many famous snacks.
Braised noodles with a strong and sweet braised flavor, five-spice rolls with crispy skin and soft and glutinous meat fillings, sweet and sour hand noodles, salty and spicy bean curd vermicelli, etc., are all known and coveted by women and children in southern Fujian. It is a specialty snack of southern Fujian that is also highly praised by dignitaries who pay attention to their appetites.
Normally, these snacks can be found in any store or stall in the countryside.
However, in preparation for the battle at Jiulian Mountain, the Red Clothes Sect emptied out all the private salt warehouses in Fujian, and the official salt stock could not cover the supply of the entire Fujian. For more than half a month, every household had to start using it rationed every day. The salt storage is tight, and it is really unsustainable to sell snacks.
However, Baizhang Snack Street in Longxi Town, which is always crowded with people and bustling in the morning, has only a few pedestrians at this time, and you can see the other side at a glance.
A gust of autumn wind blew by.
Pushing the fallen leaves on the ground, they made a rustling sound.
I wonder if it was to welcome the arrival of eight guests on the snack street.
Among these eight guests, only two were men, and the remaining six were all women.
Two of the six women have curly hair, but none of them looks old.
A tall, strong man with short hair and a square face was standing on the right side of everyone with a square hammer on his shoulder.
Another man, who was slightly behind the others, had a small red mole between his eyebrows and a gentle face.
At a glance, one would think that these eight people were a rather strange combination, or that a female-dominated gang went out for training, accompanied by two male guards.
In fact, these eight people were the five members of Sanrenju's "Dragon Capture Team" who came all the way from Luojiang Town, Quanzhou County to pursue the traces of the Yulin Dragon, as well as the three girls from the dyeing shop who volunteered to help.
In the past two days, the eight people walked a lot.
First, they took a large circle around the villages, towns and mountains around Luojiang Town, then turned towards Zhangzhou Port, and then headed south.
It is worth mentioning that they seemed to always find traces of the Yulin Dragon during their search.
At first, Mengfang thought that Yulin Long had deliberately kept them to confuse or provoke them.
However, after almost losing the clue and losing the direction of tracking, Mengfang later realized that Yulin Long was not only poisoned, but also tampered with.
Otherwise, no matter how familiar a steward of the dye house is with the private property of the Red Sect in Fujian, he will not be able to cling to the tail left by the Yulin Dragon without being shaken off.
Mengfang didn't know what Yulin Longzhong's method of tracking and searching was, but he could only confirm that it was related to Mo Li.
Because Meng Fang has already thought of Mo Li's other identity that Gongsun Yu mentioned when he introduced Mo Li to San Renju a few months ago.
When he thought of what the other party had done in the arena, Meng Fang felt that it was natural for him to have such smooth progress.
And this "capturing the dragon" task is not that difficult to complete.
Eight people spent the night in the forest yesterday, and after half an hour of searching this morning, they determined that the jade loach had plunged into Longxi Town.
Only then did eight people follow.
It's just that Mo Li's tracking method seems to be more effective in mountains, forests and grasslands. It is inevitably compromised in densely populated areas and cannot give an accurate location. After inferring that the Yulin Dragon will probably take advantage of the flow of people here to temporarily hide itself, , the eight people chose to go to the snack street to relax for a while, but they didn't know it would be such a cold and depressing scene.
"Hey, it's such a bad taste. The last time I had braised noodles with five-spice rolls was four or five years ago."
Nangong Hanyu stroked his belly and pouted, sighing helplessly.
Mengfang smacked his lips and said, "What you eat is a trivial matter. The food you eat these days is bland and tasteless, and I can hardly lift the hammer in my hand."
Xiao An, who was standing behind Mengfang, lowered his head and blamed himself when he heard this: "I should have brought more salt from the dyehouse."
Mengfang hurriedly turned around, patted his head and said with a smile: "Miss Xiao An, that's not what I meant... Hey! How can I blame you? If you hadn't brought out all this salt, I'm afraid we wouldn't have touched it in the past two days. , Besides, if you bring more salt, what will happen to so many sisters in the dyeing workshop?"
Nangong Hanyu hurried over and held Xiao An's hand, comforting him: "Sister Xiao An, Brother Meng is right, you are not to blame for this matter, it was all caused by those damn red-clothed sect thieves!"
Mengfang nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, sister Hanyu said yes, it was all the thieves from the Red Clothes Sect who caused the harm."
Mrs. Wanqi and Bingyi also comforted her with a few words.
"To solve the problem of salt shortage, the fastest way is to borrow money from neighboring states. However, interstate matters require the court's intervention. I'm afraid it will take ten days to report and approve the matter. For officials and big families, it’s not a big deal, but it’s the common people who suffer.”
Bing Yi has never held an official position, and is just making inferences based on decades of experience. She feels helpless in her heart.
"Since you don't have to enjoy your appetite, why don't you just find an inn to rest and have a simple breakfast?"
Most of the eight people traveling with us were women. In the past two days, we had traveled non-stop through mountains and rivers without complaining or feeling tired. Now that it was easy to catch up to a town with more fireworks, Bing Yi followed the preferences of the girls.
"Well, eating in Fujian these days probably doesn't taste that good, so I'll just make do with it."
Mrs. Wanqi, who was slightly older, asked several girls for their opinions with her eyes and gave an affirmative answer.
Everyone then walked through the streets and alleys to find an inn to stay.
Just when the eight people finally found an inn with more rooms to stay, they heard a sudden burst of gongs, drums and shouts coming from the street.
"Fathers and fellow villagers, come here to listen, come here to see it!"
"Mr. Li Enli is a generous and charitable person. He knows that all the fellow villagers are struggling to survive due to lack of salt in their homes."
"Fortunately, there is a lot of salt stored in Zhongtun. We will distribute salt outside the gate of Li's Mansion tomorrow at 16 o'clock. Each household will receive sixteen taels of salt."
"We have been posting for two consecutive days, and everyone has gained something. I hope all the fellow villagers will tell each other."
Dang Dang Dang!
"Fathers and fellow villagers, come here to listen, come here to see it!"
"Li En..."
After such a straightforward propaganda, the street immediately became joyful.
Everyone was grateful to Mr. Li En and Li for his righteousness.
Even the innkeeper and waiter ran to the street to join in the fun with smiles on their faces.
Leave eight guests behind.
The eight people looked at each other.
The three or two people rejoiced at what they heard.
Some people frowned.
Mo Li said: "What a coincidence, something is wrong."
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The algorithms in this book are all based on modern ones.
Same as Chapter 205.
