Japan and China.
The scorching sun burns the sky.
The air of new autumn still carries the heat of summer. The houses in Suiyang City are quiet and neat, and the trees in the alleys are tall and peaceful. There is no wind, no insects, only bursts of beaming laughter, and the laughter is full of joy. It's mocking, a little bit incredible, mixed with some pleasure and resentment, and if you listen carefully, it's a bit gloating.
At this moment, there were many more people watching in the alley than before. Many of the people who had been hiding behind the door were listening to the wonderful program. They were scratching their hearts like a cat. They couldn't bear it any longer and came out one after another. These people are tall or short, fat or thin, old or young, have masters and servants, and there are two or three circles inside and outside.
There are dozens of careless people. Those who came late were inquiring about the news from acquaintances, those who came early were talking and laughing, and those who listened with their ears perked were also listening and laughing. Everyone was talking happily, which is so rare in such a depressing day. Encountering this once-in-a-lifetime excitement, naturally everyone was in high spirits and dancing.
On the other hand, Song Yan, who had suffered a big loss, was angry and resentful. He thought that he was used to being bossy. No matter whether it was the servants at home or the common people outside, no one in the court would bow to him respectfully and call him "Master Song". The local squire who was the official in charge of the order also greeted him with the words "Ming Jing is long and Ming Jing is short" when he met him.
Not to mention being knocked to the ground like a dead dog, there were not many people who even spoke fiercely and whined. In this Suiyang City, although he is not overbearing, he is at least one of the few people who are superior. He has lived for decades, and he has never been insulted like today. Song Yanzheng thought of being knocked to the ground by these two little beasts and being ridiculed by the onlookers. He couldn't care less about his usual politeness and hypocrisy. He quickly got up from the ground and wiped it. His nose was actually covered with blood, and the raging nosebleed flowed all over his mouth and onto the clothes on his chest, making him even more miserable.
The ferocious-looking Song Mingjing was filled with anger and evil in his heart. While cursing and swearing, he looked around and saw a few pieces of bluestone in the corner not far away. He rushed over, picked up two pieces, and rushed towards them. He smashed the door in the face of the young man who hit him, his eyes full of ferocity. The young master watched his movements coldly. When he was about to be hit by the stone in the face, he leaned slightly, turned a corner, stretched out his right hand, quickly locked the opponent's wrist, and then stretched out his left foot and hand. Pulling down hard, the pulling force combined with the opponent's forward momentum just happened to trip his feet, and he threw Mr. Song firmly to the ground. The same move, the same dog eating shit, the same uproar. laugh.
This time the butt fell so hard that Mr. Song almost fainted. He lay on the ground for a long time before he got up. He didn't stand up and just sat on the ground, covering his nose and breathing heavily. Staring at the boy in front of him who was thinner than himself. During the stalemate, the laughing crowd was suddenly forcibly pushed away. The leader was a young man in silk clothes. He looked about 28 or 28 years old. He was handsome, well-dressed, tall, strong and imposing. The young man looked at Mr. Song who was sitting on the ground covered in blood, and was shocked. He rushed over quickly, knelt down to support him, and asked through gritted teeth:
"Father, which thief beat you like this?"
The group of people who arrived turned out to be Song Yanzheng's family. The young man in the leader's attire was his eldest son Song Xuchi, and the few people following him were his family's servants. It turned out that among the crowd of onlookers, Someone noticed that there seemed to be something wrong between the Song family master and the officers and soldiers, so they hurried to the Song family to report the news. After Song Xuchi got the news, he quickly brought people over to avoid suffering a real conflict between his father and the officers and soldiers. Song Xuchi originally wanted to help and persuade his father, but who would have thought that what happened was that the two parties actually started fighting, and it was his own father who was knocked to the ground, and he didn't know who it was. You dare to beat my father if you eat the heart of a bear or a leopard.
"Why did you wait until now to come here? I was almost beaten to death. Damn it, those two little bastards who were soldiers, kill them..."
Song Yan was just like an old mad dog whose legs had been broken. When he saw his son leading the people, he suddenly gained the upper hand, pointed at the two young masters in armor and cursed, covering his body with blood and saliva. Fei was so angry that he was no longer like the gentle scholar Mr. Song in his usual days.
Song Xuchi first reached out to help his father up and handed it to the servant. Then he turned around and looked at the two young sergeants in front of him. Although he wanted to chop each other into pieces, he looked at the armor and waist. Jian Dao Gong was still clear-headed and chose to endure. He tried hard to restrain himself and calm down as soon as possible.
"My father was injured by you two?"
Song Xuchi looked at the two teenagers who were almost a head shorter than him, tried to slow down his tone as much as possible, and asked in a very low voice.
The young master ignored Song Xuchi, but turned around and walked up to the dark-skinned boy. The two friends looked at each other and discussed in low voices. The dark-skinned boy looked at the group of people coming towards him and was a little unsure: "It seems to be a bit troublesome." ”
"It's okay, we didn't take action first, what are we afraid of?"
The young master is still as confident as ever, but the follower Hei Tantou is much less courageous.
"I'm just a little worried. If things get too big, would it be bad if Nanshi knew about it?"
"This kind of thing does not violate benevolence, righteousness and morality. Nanshi teaches us to do good deeds and not worry about the future. We have a clear conscience and the reason is on our side. We are afraid of a hammer!"
"It's not that I'm afraid. I asked the little boy quietly just now. It's true that his family hasn't had a bite of food for several days. His mother had no choice but to sell her daughter. She has been crying from yesterday morning to this day. She said it was If I sell my sister to get some rice, the four people in the house might be able to survive, otherwise all four of them will starve to death. Some of them have already started to starve to death!"
"Then what should we do with this situation?" The young master rarely asked his little friend.
"You watch, I'll do it. Just be careful of the three men in blue shirts across from you." At this moment, the dark-skinned boy lost his cowardice and instantly transformed into an upright man.
"good!"
The young master listened to the swarthy boy's arrangement and retreated to the mother and son. His attention had already swept over the man in blue shirt among the people opposite. The swarthy boy walked up to Song Xuchi and looked up at him. Song Xuchi watched the two young sergeants murmuring, thinking that the other side was afraid of him and was not in a hurry to force him. He had already made up his mind to endure it for the time being.
Now there are hundreds of thousands of An Qingxu's rebel troops outside Suiyang City. The city has been besieged for more than half a year. The defense of the entire Suiyang City relies entirely on these lowly soldiers. It's not that the Song family is afraid of these lowly slavers, it's just that The limelight is not good now, and the situation is unpredictable. At this juncture, it is better to try not to conflict with the soldiers. It is better to do more than to do less. After all, he has a lot of shit in his crotch and cannot withstand others taking off his pants. It turned out that just two months ago, the Suiyang defenders had requisitioned grain from large households like them because of insufficient grain. The Song family only paid a small sum of money on the grounds that there was not much grain left, and they prevaricated and fooled the officers and soldiers. Both sides They are fully aware of each other and coexist in such a subtle way. Going forward, the situation becomes even more serious. There are many people in today's scene, and there are many people who harbor evil intentions and add insult to injury. Therefore, it is better to keep a low profile and be cautious. Be careful to make Wannian Ship so as not to involve too many people and cause trouble in the city. The hair moves the whole body. The two little beasts in front of me are easy to get rid of, but if they attract the Zhongcheng or the prefect, they will find out something and there will be no end. After going back and forth, they will search out the hidden rice grains and lose the ones that were prepared to be paid as tribute to the rebels. Treasure, wouldn’t all previous efforts be wasted because a small amount is lost. Since the two little beasts on the other side were scared, he took advantage of the donkey to end the matter quickly. As for his injured and disgraced father, he returned home and calmed down before explaining the interests. He believed that his father would be able to tolerate this momentary anger. . When An Qingxu's troops break through the city in the future, and they join forces as a family and show their sincerity, there is no guarantee that the Song family will not advance to the next level. As for these two little bastards, they will be lucky if they die in the war. If they are lucky enough to survive, I believe that my father will personally avenge today's shame. The two groups of people who had made up their minds didn't speak first, they just faced each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, one looked down at the dark boy, and the other looked up at the eldest son of the Song family.
Song Yanzheng saw that his son was reluctant to take action, and he wished he could rush forward in person, but he felt that he was no match, and acting rashly would be humiliating himself, so he could only keep yelling and scolding his son.
"Song Xuchi, you are a bastard, why don't you give me a beating..."
In anger, he spoke uncontrollably, and ended up calling himself a beast. But at this time, Mr. Song Mingjing did not understand the sequence. He only wanted to urge his son to avenge himself. Song Xuchi, on the other hand, was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. His father's curses roared like a tsunami, and the onlookers pointed at him endlessly. However, the black boy opposite him didn't speak. He just looked at him blankly like a fool, not begging for mercy and not replying. . Song Xuchi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and his face was as suffocated as a pig's liver. At this moment, he felt that the hurtful young man didn't matter, but that his father's gushing mouth was the most important thing. He really wanted to stop it with a rag. After running out of patience, Song Xuchi had no choice but to speak first.
"I don't know why the two officers wanted to beat my father in the street for no reason?"
But the black boy opposite him still didn't speak as if he was deaf. Song Xuchi was as helpless as if he had eaten a fly by the other party's reaction, so he could only lower his momentum and asked:
"I wonder where my father bumped into you two. Are you going to be so cruel?"
At this time, the swarthy boy also felt that he had worn down the opponent's momentum, so he waved his hand, pointed at Song Yanzheng, and replied in a sincere tone:
"Your father made the move first."
Song Xuchi was choked by this sentence. He could only look back at his father, but he couldn't ask him face to face, so he had to turn around and continue to ask:
"My father would never hit someone for no reason. He has always been highly virtuous and kind to others. He never intentionally bullies others, and his reputation is even more admired by others. If he had struck first today, I'm afraid someone might have deliberately used words to provoke him. This made my father lose his sense of proportion and elegance."
After hearing Song Xuchi's arrogant and pointed words, the swarthy young man immediately changed his expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked sharply at the eldest son of the Song family, and replied coldly.
"Oh, so you mean we are sincerely looking for trouble?"
"I don't dare, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding here," Song Xuchi held back his anger, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and continued, "We are all present at the scene, so the so-called reason cannot be deceived in public."
The dark-skinned young man also glanced at the crowd of onlookers. The onlookers were slightly frightened when he looked at them like this. In fact, there have been frequent wars recently, and the ones with the greatest say in the city are these soldiers wearing armor and carrying bows. They usually act domineeringly. At this moment, they are also looking up to others and cannot afford to offend. Naturally, no one dares to stand up and say a word. They have learned to shut up in order to avoid disaster. They are all human beings and no one is stupid.
Song Xuchi hit a wall. He saw that no one of his usual colleagues was willing to say a fair word for him at this moment. He couldn't help but feel even more hateful and annoyed. He could only turn his head to look at the young sergeant again, thinking in his heart. Well, I guess I have to swallow this dumb loss today.
"Okay, it seems that my father may have been arrogant and offended the two military masters. I am here to apologize for my father. I hope that the two military masters will have more understanding and forgive me!"
At this time, Song Yanzheng also woke up from his anger. After thinking about it, the old fox slowly understood the intention of his son's actions. He stopped cursing, blocked his nostrils with a handkerchief to stop the nosebleeds, and stepped forward to resolve the conflict. , and couldn't save face, and was in a dilemma, which was very painful.
The swarthy young man also knew that this matter could not get any bigger and he would just let it go. The other party has already given in, and a group of people from the Song family are coming together. Although the leader of the Song family is a practicing master, he looks light-footed and has thin skin and tender flesh. The whole person is superficial, strong on the outside and loose on the inside, with no soul. But a three-legged cat is just a piece of shit. But the three blue-shirted servants following him were different. All three of them had sharp eyes, strong bones, long breaths, and steady and experienced steps. Their eyes had never left the two of them since they stepped into this place. The qi general locked the two young sergeants firmly. This skill is definitely not that of ordinary servants. They should be from the sect, and are the disciples of the family who were sent to protect the Song family. Just by looking at the momentum, you can tell that it is definitely not Song Xuchi. Such embroidered pillows are quite difficult to deal with once you get started. If he continues to stretch his muscles and cause the other party to jump over the wall and fight to the death, although the two of them can guarantee their escape, things will definitely cause a big fuss. If Nanshi and the others find out about this, they may not have any opinions on the two of them. Now he could only take advantage of the situation and turn big things into small things. He waved his hands and said lightly:
"That's all, we don't have any losses. It's just that it took a while and a lot of effort. We're still a little hungry. I don't know if anyone has extra rations. We might as well donate some. Of course we will be grateful."
Song Xuchi listened obediently and hurriedly replied:
"Thank you both, Haihan. Although Bucai's family is not well off, it can still cope with it. You two, please wait for a moment. I will send someone to get some. Everything must be done closely with the official family."
After saying this, he immediately ordered his servants to go home to get some rations, and winked at his father. Song Yanzheng understood the idea, and mingled among the servants, burying his head with a bruised nose and swollen face, taking three steps and two steps at a time, hurriedly After fleeing the scene, the young master and the dark-skinned boy pretended not to see it, and just exchanged greetings with Song Xuchi enthusiastically. Not long after, a servant brought a bag of dry food and a small bag of uncooked rice to their young master.
Song Xuchi snatched the baggage and immediately handed it to the dark-skinned young man. He said in a rather ashamed tone: "You two adults are so righteous and don't hold my father's fault accountable. Your little kindness is really shabby. I hope you don't give up." Disgusted, what happened today is just a flood that destroyed the Dragon King Temple. I hope that the two brothers will not have to make any announcements when they go back. They are showing favor to the younger brother. They care about my father's face. On the one hand, the neighbors can get along well with each other, and on the other hand, they can avoid disturbing and troublesome Zhongcheng Prefecture Er. Sir, I can’t thank you enough for being here.” After saying that, he saluted with both hands and bowed to the end.
The dark-skinned young man was also smart. He quickly turned aside to avoid the other party's gift, stretched out his hand to help the gentle spring breeze, Young Master Song, and said in agreement:
"You can't do it. Young Master Song said something serious. My brother was also stunned. He accidentally caused Uncle Song to fall. He was really reckless and asked for a beating. I hope that my brother will go back and plead guilty on his behalf. I don't want to mention what happened today. I won't mention it. Whatever."
Even if the swarthy boy didn't even mention it, Song Xuchi understood it, finally calmed down, and smiled more and more sincerely. The fox bowed to the weasel, and the two of them complimented each other. The older one called him brother, and the assailant called him nephew. After chatting and laughing for a while, the eldest son of Song confessed his crime and led the group back to his house. When it's time to show off your laughter, you'll laugh at everyone and even at ghosts, let alone your temporary enemies. The people watching the excitement around were all human beings. Seeing such a scene, they knew that there was no point in watching anymore, so they all bowed their hands towards the two young officers and dispersed.
After all the other people had left, only the mother, son and two young sergeants were left in the alley, and then the five of them walked out of the alley together. When they arrived at the entrance of the alley, the young master's family gave the women all the food they had obtained and told them to go back early and not to stay any longer. After explaining everything, regardless of the consternation of the mother and son, they knelt down and refused. The mother and the three could only kowtow in gratitude. The young master picked up the swarthy boy, and the two of them quickly fled the place.
Far away at the entrance of the alley, the figure of mother and son kneeling on the ground and kowtowing has become smaller and smaller, and the words mixed with crying are getting softer and softer.
"God bless the two officials for a long life, God bless the two officials for a long life, God bless the two officials for a long life..."
