The wind blows and the sand swirls around, and grass does not grow for many years.
Outside Yumen Pass, there is such a large area of flat sand desert.
After the wind stopped, the yellow sand in the sky gradually dissipated.
Like a fleet of dragons marching across the flat sand, the sergeants' armor was like silver scales, shining coldly in the sunlight.
Among the sergeants, dozens of baggage trucks were moving forward slowly. The huge iron boxes were wrapped tightly with layers of thick felt and thick oilcloth. The oilcloth was covered with coarse gravel and was gray and dull.
Walking in this sand moraine, the yellow sand reaches the knees and fills the boots, making every step difficult.
The scorching sun during the day made the yellow sand boiling hot, while the dripping water turned into ice in the middle of the night, making me shiver with the cold.
This sand moraine is boundless. When you turn around the Gobi, it is still yellow sand. When you walk past the yellow sand, you are still Gobi.
In the vast yellow sand, except for this convoy, there was no other people around. After a few months, I felt lonely.
On the endless sand moraine in the middle of the night, every four baggage cars were surrounded together. Outside, there were four moon-white felt tents, and a bonfire was placed in front of the half-rolled curtain.
The bonfire is dim and the fog is warm, and the dawn moon is cold in the sand.
"Dingle bell, jingle bell..."
The long sound of camel bells hovers in the empty desert. Sometimes it is very far away, as far as the horizon, and sometimes it is very close, as if it is right next to your ears.
The sound of the camel bells is mixed with indistinct singing voices. The singing voices are indistinguishable from male to female, like strings that have been played for a long time, sometimes hoarse, sometimes clanking.
There were countless green and faint light spots in the empty space, shining slightly, quickly approaching the felt tent.
The moonlight flickered and went out.
The bonfire flickered and then went out.
After dawn, the motorcade, tents, and bonfires were all gone.
In the flat desert, it seemed like no one had ever been there.
In the autumn day in Chang'an City, the fierce red leaves are burning all over the mountains, and the colorful autumn chrysanthemums are dotted among them, creating a beautiful autumn scene.
The autumn wind is charming, blowing across the cheeks, not to mention a bit chilling.
It was lunch time, and the wine shop in Liquanfang was full of diners, drinking and drinking, making it very lively.
When you open your business, you can make both losses and profits, but in Chang'an City, only restaurants and restaurants can make a steady profit. Even the monthly turnover of the palm-sized food stalls at the entrance of the square is worth the monthly salary of a fourth-grade official.
The waiter took a break from his busy schedule, rubbed his cheeks that were numb from laughter, and kept shuttling between the food tables, serving wine and serving dishes, and was very busy greeting diners.
There are many diners, the business is good, and his wife's talents are endless. Being miserable and tired is not terrible, but being poor is the most terrible thing.
The beautiful shopkeeper behind the counter glanced at the lobby, then lowered his head, crackling the beads on the abacus, and then picked up a pen to write down the running accounts in the account book.
Business has been good these past few days, and after excluding daily expenses, there is still a lot of surplus.
She glanced at the lobby, then at the winding alley outside her door, her eyes lowered to cover the gloom, and she moved her wrist. The beggars at the door had been there for three days, and they couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard they criticized them.
"Shopkeeper, come here, come and have a drink with me." A man in an ocher robe staggered to the counter.
The speaker was a man in his forties. He pressed the hand of the shopkeeper Maomei and put the wine cup in front of the face of the shopkeeper Maomei.
The hot smell of alcohol sprayed on the face of the beautiful shopkeeper. She hid in disgust and said with a smile: "Butler Wu, Butler Wu, you drank too much. I will make you a bowl of sobering tea."
This Butler Wu is not an ordinary butler from a businessman's family. The ocher-coloured brocade round collar robe alone is worth one or two gold. It is the standard outfit for the housekeeper in the house of the wife of Huo Shiqi, the Minister of Civil Affairs.
There are many ministers in the city of Chang'an. Among the many ministers who have been ministers and are currently ministers, Huo Shangshu is a strange flower. He is fearful and appalling.
Being afraid of wives is a trend in Chang'an City nowadays. It is not shameful, even saints are afraid of them. They have also been kicked out by the concubine who was favored by the Sixth Palace. They are as scary as Huo Shangshu, which is indeed rare in the world.
Once, Huo Shangshu went to court with half a slap mark on his face, and his reputation as a henpecker spread throughout Chang'an City. Even when the saint was giving a banquet in the palace, he would laugh and ask Madam Wan if she knew about it.
Mrs. Wan's natal family has no official title but is rich, and is as rich as the country. The only thing that is not satisfactory is that the heirs are a little more difficult. Mrs. Wan has thirteen sisters, but the youngest brother, the Fourteenth, is also a legitimate son.
Don't be ridiculous, if you don't pamper such a precious baby desperately, what are you waiting for? You really want the stars to pick the moon, and you will pamper her to the limit. No wonder there are always people saying that having a child is like millions, even if you give it to an emperor, you won't change it.
After the wife of the Wan family passed away, the family wealth that could not be spent in ten lifetimes was inherited by the fourteenth man alone.
Now that you have money and no one cares about it, you can do whatever you want to do with heaven and earth.
Otherwise, it would be so tragic if the person dies and the money is not spent.
If the master is unreliable, how reliable can the housekeeper be?
These two masters and servants were arrogant, domineering, and bullying men and women above the law, but they were not struck by lightning. This shows that God sometimes takes a nap and cannot open his eyes.
Butler Wu tightened his grip on the beautiful shopkeeper's hand, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, why don't you use sobering soup?"
The beautiful shopkeeper twitched her hand a few times but couldn't pull it away. Her face turned red and her chest heaved with anger, but she didn't dare to shout loudly: "Steward Wu, you, under the emperor's feet, you, you oppress good people."
Drinking makes people timid, not to mention that Butler Wu was not timid at all. After drinking a few more drinks, he actually put down the wine cup, stretched out his hand and pinched the face of the beautiful shopkeeper: "I just bullied you, what's the matter?" , you are a wine seller and you are just trying to laugh, maybe I have wronged you."
The beautiful shopkeeper was so embarrassed that she almost cried, but she didn't dare to shout. She moved her free hand and pinched a cold light between her two fingers.
That’s all, if you offend someone, you’re offended. It’s just killing someone, it’s not like you haven’t killed someone before.
She is an expert at killing people.
Before killing, she still struggled a little, trying to leave a way for herself and others to survive: "Butler Wu, slave, slave is a wine seller, slave relies on his ability to make a living."
There are many noble people in the city of Chang'an, and it's hard to predict who will marry whom. Most of those who stir up trouble in broad daylight will just give up in the end. It's rare for someone to seek death, such as Butler Wu.
Butler Wu didn't give up. Instead, he went even further and planned to reach out and pinch her face again.
Unexpectedly, a dark shadow flashed next to him, someone grabbed his wrist, and a glass of wine was poured into his face.
"Who, who, what kind of brat dares to interfere with this gentleman's good deeds." When Butler Wu turned around, he saw that he was a young and middle-aged man, with a brow on his handsome face, and he looked like a poor man with no money and no power. Face.
He shook his face with disdain and spat: "You poor guy, do you know who I am? How dare you interfere in my business."
The half-grown boy pursed his lips tightly, grimaced, and twisted his face expressionlessly.
There was a click, followed by screams that broke through the roof tiles. Butler Wu's arms were swinging beside him, and he was sweating from the pain: "You, you, where are you from? Wait, wait for me to call someone to beat you." Kill you."
Before he finished speaking, an eye-catching handsome young man walked out from the side. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, and he was also dressed as a humble gentleman in white.
The handsome young man pulled up a chair and sat upright, eyes half-squinted as if he hadn't woken up: "I would like to hear where you are from."
Butler Wu was a little confused, looking blankly at the young master in the sunshine, with a hint of sharpness in his carelessness.
He felt cold inexplicably, and his shiny face twitched. No, this person had a lot of background.
"Say." With a snap, a big slap hit Butler Wu's face, and the half-grown boy stared.
Butler Wu's face was burning and hurting, but one arm was twisted out of joint and the other arm was pressed behind his back. He couldn't free his hands to cover his face. He cursed fiercely and inwardly: "I, I am the steward of Wanfu. ."
The young master clicked his fingers and raised his eyebrows: "Wanfu, there are many people named Wan in Chang'an City. How do you know which Wanfu you are from?"
Even Wanfu doesn't know, it seems to be a foreigner. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. No matter how powerful a foreigner is, it's useless.
Butler Wu was proud of himself and cursed in pain: "Don't scare the shit out of you when I say it. Wanfu is the Wanfu that belongs to the brother of Madam Shangshu of the Ministry of Personnel."
"Oh, I thought you were the steward of the Ministry of Civil Affairs." The young master raised his eyes and said calmly: "Go and ask Mr. Huo to come over."
Second Young Master Huo, Second Young Master Huo, isn't he Huo Hanshan, the Second Young Master of the Ministry of Official Affairs.
Butler Wu's heart sank when he saw the black leather Liuhe boots under the edge of the young master's robe.
He trembled again. People who work for government jobs, but I have never heard of people who live as wine shop owners having any government background.
The shopkeeper looks good, but he is not too young.
Or maybe the young man is curious about this half-old lady, who is the hero who saves the beauty.
A good man does not suffer immediate losses, but loses face to save his life, and he still makes a profit.
He knelt down very quickly, and with a plop, he hit the green brick floor firmly. He begged in a low voice and even shed a few tears: "No, don't. The villain said it wrong. He is an imposter. The villain I don’t know Wanfu.”
The young man looked at Butler Wu with compassion.
He admitted his mistakes quickly and had a good attitude, but unfortunately it was of no use.
This is because you don’t understand your Majesty. Your Majesty hates weaklings the most. If you don’t give in, you might die faster.
The young master sneered without emotion, turned his head, and looked at the sunlit shadow outside the wine shop.
The thin autumn light fell on the corner of the wall, where there was a beggar, basking in the warm sun.
With such a big commotion, no matter how noisy the restaurant was, it became quiet.
Not all the excitement can be watched, some are fun to watch, and some are deadly to watch.
There is excitement every day, but you only have one life, so run quickly.
The diners who were having lunch put down their meals and ran away.
The atmosphere in Chang'an city is righteous, and no one takes advantage of the chaos and refuses to pay.
Huo Hanshan came very quickly. As soon as the beggar in the corner caught a few lice, he drove his horse across the sun, neatly threw the reins to the bartender of the wine shop, and smiled as he walked: "Who is such a good friend? , I’m here to have a drink with you.”
