Naturally, there was nowhere to go in the middle of the night, and he was pitifully tight in order to avoid Su Liubai. He was really alone and homeless.
Fortunately, there is no curfew in the city these days, and there are vendors and merchants on the streets. Those people who have been looking forward to these days for a whole year, even if the moon reaches the zenith, even if it is very cold, they can't resist such high emotions, unless it really happens. I'm tired, who wants to go home early and waste this good time.
Of course, the daytime has its benefits, and the nighttime naturally has its fun.
In the middle of the night, I watched shadow puppets with a few little kids whose faces were red from the cold with great interest until half a month later.
The flashy fight behind the curtain continued, and the children could not resist the sleepiness after all. They yawned and went home one by one. In the end, only him was left in the middle of the night.
It is said that there is no interruption during the opening of the stage. As long as there is one person sitting in the audience, the boss and his subordinates will still play the tune loudly, with high and low cadences. Especially at midnight, a piece of broken silver is dropped, which falls in the copper bowl in front of the stage and makes a clear tinkling. The middle-aged boss, who has traveled around for more than half his life, has a very sharp ear and can tell how much money he has, and he works hard on his performance.
It has become a special event specially prepared for the third night.
Driven by this piece of silver that was enough for them to make half a month's income, the boss used all his skills and revealed all his skills in keeping the bottom of the box. Until dawn, the boss was having a great time acting, and his stomach was full in the middle of the night. Cooing very uncooperatively.
Throwing down another piece of broken silver, Ye Sangen left under the eyes of the boss who was so grateful that he could only kneel down to send it off.
The street was no longer noisy and noisy last night, but it only lasted for a while. It wouldn't be long before it would become lively again.
Vendor owners who take a break will not choose to close their stalls and go home. They are afraid that when they come back, the good space will be occupied by others, and they will lose many copper coins at the end of the day.
I chose a stall selling mutton soup. There were two large pots and a stove. The ready-made sesame cakes were neatly stacked in a dustpan on the side and placed on the stove to keep warm.
The boss, who had obviously just fallen asleep, was snoring softly. The proprietress who was taking her turn was a clean woman. She had tidied up the stall like sesame seed cakes of the same size, in an orderly manner. Even the charcoal was piled up beside the stove. She sat on her own The leader's side is quiet and gentle.
Seeing that there were customers coming so early in the morning, the landlady got up quickly and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to eat? Haggis, mutton."
I ordered a bowl of haggis. I watched the landlady skillfully grab the meat and sprinkle a large amount of diced green onions and coriander. She politely chuckled and asked if I wanted to add Sichuan peppercorns.
After getting permission at midnight, I added a small spoonful of coarse powder ground by myself, and poured it on the steaming milky white sheep soup. The taste was instantly stimulated, and the aroma was fragrant and filled my heart.
The proprietress did not sit back next to her husband, but stood beside the stall, watching the late night men carefully break the sesame cakes into finger-sized pieces. She warmly began to introduce the benefits of her own mutton soup, saying that it was a craft that had been passed down in her husband's family for several generations. , my mother-in-law makes the best sesame seed cakes, and my husband’s grandpa makes the most fragrant soup. He talks about how hard it is to make this pot of mutton soup. There are many good medicinal materials in it that can remove odor, relieve greasiness, increase fragrance and warm the body. It is a great tonic. Not really, but relaxing muscles, ventilating muscles and relieving fatigue is definitely superior.
In the middle of the night, he chewed his food slowly, took a sip and said "oh", took a sip and said "um", smiled and nodded and said "great kindness", and also said what his sister said casually in the past, "I only want to taste delicious food in this life." Fine wine, but be worthy of the beauties and beautiful vessels in the world.”
This simple woman who only praised her own mutton soup didn't know where to start. She felt that she was playing a big trick in front of Guan Gong.
The shadow puppet show played in my ears for half the night, and then I heard the chatter of the landlady to drum up business. After finishing the last bite of the sesame seed cake at midnight, I took out a piece of broken silver the size of a date and said, "Mrs. landlady, the mutton soup is delicious. But I have an immature suggestion, I wonder if I can tell it?"
She was not greedy for money, just to buy her man a better bottle of sake at noon. The woman rubbed her hands with her apron nervously, "You tell me, you tell me."
In the middle of the night, he pretended to frown in disgust. I wonder if he was deliberately teasing this woman whose eyes were only limited to paying for a meal. He threw out another piece of broken silver and said with a smile: "It's just a bit salty."
It was obviously more than the price of the bowl of haggis soup. Looking at the two broken pieces of silver in front of the table, the woman was at a loss what to do.
Standing up in the middle of the night, "Be careful next time."
But before turning around, he added: "I hope there will be a next time."
The woman turned around and looked at her back in confusion, then heard another sentence.
"The shadow puppet show is too noisy, so let's try it for a change."
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The sun has not risen three poles, but there is no golden plate hanging high.
The sky is gray and overcast, and the wind is filled with a chill that makes people shrink into a ball, fearing that there will be snow.
The owner of the mutton soup stall, who was huddled next to the stove and was responsible for making money to support his family, woke up after a sudden convulsion, yawned and asked what time it was.
Didn't wait for a reply.
The middle-aged man rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw his mother-in-law tidying up the stall that was actually very clean. He said "Hey" very politely.
The simple woman in a coarse linen skirt came to her senses and said, "Dad, a weirdo came here just now and said that our soup is too busy."
The craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation is difficult to understand, but I haven't heard any diners talk about it in a serious way. They pay great attention to the signature that has been passed down from generation to generation. The man stood up and stirred the white soup in the big pot. He just took a whiff. Practice makes perfect. Smelling the saltiness, he immediately grinned and said, "The one who ruined the business?"
The woman was pragmatic and took out two pieces of broken silver, which was enough to support their family of four or five for several months. "How is it possible to give these two pieces of broken silver from the official family?"
He took the two pieces of broken silver and found that they were worth a lot. He bit his back teeth and found that the hardness was very good. It was confirmed that they were official silver circulating in several major banks. The man asked: "He also said what?"
"He just said it tastes good, but it's a little salty, and he asked us to pay attention next time." Fearing that her inattention might arouse the opinions of the diners, the woman answered carefully, "and she also said hopelessly. There’s no next time. Let’s talk about the shadow puppet show that’s too noisy. Let’s try something different.”
When the woman talked about this, she asked tentatively: "Is this man sick?"
After all, he is a well-informed family leader, and he also understands his mother-in-law's temperament. He glared and scolded: "You are the one who is sick." Then he asked, "What nonsense are you talking to?"
The woman answered truthfully, saying that she was worried that the guests who paid the bill after eating would find her mutton soup, which was higher than the market price, too expensive. That was why she boasted about how she made her own mutton soup. Complicated and sophisticated, just to be worthy of the asking price at the final checkout.
He scolded her as "a worthless woman", obviously blaming her mother-in-law for being so petty that she only picked up sesame seeds and lost the watermelon. She might have lost a big customer just for a copper plate.
The man said angrily: "The spittle makes me want to spit it into people's bowls. Is it salty?"
The woman was embarrassed and aggrieved.
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They didn't return to the small courtyard immediately. Who knows how long the two women who were drunk like that would sleep. They were obviously a little tired in the past few days. They had long lost their usual routine. They went to bed late and got up late. Not sleeping until the sun shines on your butt?
It should be regarded as exercise. While walking in the middle of the night, the Qi circulates around the sky. The breath inside travels around the meridians and collaterals. This is the morning when yin and yang alternate. When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth changes, it is most full and clean. It is good for nourishing the meridians. Most of all, there are many benefits.
Especially for this special technique that he has practiced, Tianxiang can use the external energy to his own use in the future, and exert more powerful power by forcibly accumulating it to a certain degree of spillover and transformation.
Ru Ye's talents in the middle of the night, although they are not as talented as those handsome men from wealthy families, are still able to enter the celestial realm at a young age due to a combination of circumstances. This is also due to being forced by his old man. Since I was sensible, I have been working hard every day to practice this mental method that is so simple that it seems to be easy to cope with. Although I do not have such a unique talent, due to the slow advancement, I was once said by my father that I am blind. There is such a weird thing about this sect. The mentality of tricks.
Fortunately, it was still an inexplicable chance, coupled with the diligent study and practice that can't be said to be the first to fly, God rewarded the diligent, and was able to be praised by the national master especially for saying "There are children in the night at night", and he was praised as a hero. A young leader praised by the elders of various powerful families.
The weather was gloomy and slightly depressing, so that there were not many people on the street at noon. I was so bored that I took the time to return to the courtyard in the middle of the night. I peeked furtively in front of the door for a long time to make sure that the girl from the Su family was not there. Just entered the courtyard.
During this period, passers-by inevitably looked at him like he was a thief.
After all, Ye Xiayou, who is high-profile but always low-key, purchased this house in the name of Ye Xiayou, who is not often in Beijing. Until now, not many people on this street know who the owner of this courtyard is.
Ye Xiayou, who was enjoying himself as he was making tea and reading a book, just raised his head and glanced at Midnight, without saying anything, and continued to look at the book of poems in his hand.
It is a compilation of new rhyme poems in recent years. Most of them do not follow the rhythm or rhythm, but simply pay attention to rhyme. The rhyme is not an ancient rhyme, but the Thirteen Rhymes that have only emerged in recent years.
Compared with those poems that quote classics and have many strict constraints, new rhyme poems tend to become popular because they are easy to understand and easy to pick up.
Ye Xia You prefers this, and has even forgotten the ancient rhymes in recent years. Most of the poems he writes during daily practice are new rhyme poems that come to him.
Seeing that his sister was ignoring him and not asking for trouble in the middle of the night, he sat across from the stone table. He looked at her and she read.
After sitting dryly for a long time, I couldn't rest anymore and was about to go out again in the middle of the night. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Urgent and powerful.
There is a saying about knocking on the door. The old man said that knocking is to show respect and tapping is to urge someone to die. Such a sound made Ye Xiayou frown slightly.
Then Yue Qingfeng shouted, "Open the door, open the door quickly, something happened!"
I was bored in the middle of the night and suddenly became energetic. Not to mention why Yue Qingfeng came here, at least it was more interesting than staring at nothing with her sister.
The horse was left aside without even entering the door. In this cold weather, Yue Qingfeng was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, like a bellows burning on fire. It was obvious that running all the way was really tiring.
Before he could speak in the middle of the night, the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen officer spoke out of breath.
"Su Liuyin committed suicide in prison."
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In the Jingzhao Mansion Prison, the rammed earth walls made of glutinous rice paste and green soil were used to prevent prisoners from escaping, but they became tools used to commit suicide.
Su Liuyin's skull was shattered and his face was covered in blood.
There was a suicide note beside him, in which he confessed to instigating Mo Ying to sue Liangwei for deceiving a woman, and committed suicide in fear of guilt.
The pool of blood that exploded upon impact was as dazzling as fireworks.
