Meeting on the bridge is nothing more than a guest, and traveling across the Yangtze River is nothing but poetry.
Chizhou, also known as Qiupu, has been a prosperous resort since ancient times. Since the establishment of a state and government in the fourth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty (AD 621), Wanjiang culture and Huizhou culture have converged. Du Mu, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, wrote "Qingming" when he was the governor of Chizhou: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance." It was called the eternal song by later generations, and also made people feel that Xinghua Village in Chizhou is famous throughout history and is famous both at home and abroad. Jiuhua Mountain within the territory is one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China. This is because Jin Ksitigarbha and Jin Qiaojue once made a great wish when practicing Taoism here: "Only when all living beings are saved can one realize Bodhi; until hell is empty, I swear not to become a Buddha." From then on, through the unremitting efforts of eminent monks of all ages, Through hard work, Ksitigarbha belief was finally promoted into Ksitigarbha spirit.
The fire in the furnace shines on the sky and the earth, and the red stars are scattered in the purple smoke.
On a bright moonlit night in Nanlang, songs move Hanchuan.
In the weather of May and June, when the lanterns first come on, Qiupu is about to enter the Yangtze River. From the river bank, there is a piece of silk and bamboo and the sound of laughter, and in the middle are the sounds of guessing orders, singing and drinking. It is really a scene of peace and prosperity everywhere.
Suddenly, five or six people shouted in unison from Yiyanliu Pavilion: "Friends from various courtyard businesses, girls, friends who come to spend money and have fun, everyone, listen up, we are here to find you." A person has nothing to do with others, and no one is allowed to yell or move. If you don't obey orders, don't blame the guys in our hands for not having eyes and greeting you rudely."
After a burst of shouting, the dreamy place called "Mingcuifang" by travelers from all over the world was quiet for only a moment. As noises broke out in various courtyards, women exclaimed, men shouted, and people crowded into a chaotic mess.
A banquet was being arranged in Liuying's courtyard. More than a dozen wealthy guests sat at three tables, each with a prostitute by his side. As soon as they heard this call, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they all asked: "What's going on?" "Who is it?" "Is the government investigating the case?" Suddenly there was a sound like a drum beating on the door, and Gui Nu I was so scared that I didn't know whether to open the door or not.
With a bang, the door burst open, and nearly twenty big men poured in. The short clothes were finished, the heads were wrapped in white cloth, and the green belts were wrapped around the waist. Their hands were full of dazzling swords, guns, swords and sticks. The fat and strong ones were also holding hammers and iron bars. They could scare people as much as they wanted. Some docile men and girls just didn't give in. The crotch was soaked.
As soon as the wealthy guests saw him, they recognized him as a salt lord selling smuggled salt. Since salt and iron became a pet of the imperial court, the salt tax was very heavy. If you evaded the salt tax and sold private salt, you could make a lot of profits. The benefits of boiling the sea are the two Huaihe rivers. The water network in the south of the Yangtze River was developed, and Huai salt in the north and south of the Yangtze River was distributed all over the country. Generally, desperadoes gathered in groups to evade taxes and sell salt. These salt owls are extremely fierce. When they encounter a large group of officers and soldiers, they disperse in a rush. When they encounter a small group of officers and soldiers, they meet with swords. They kill without burying them, and they often confront each other. Officials do not have enough manpower and are afraid of causing civil unrest, so they often turn a blind eye and do not intervene.
The salt lords have always only sold private salt, and have not robbed merchants or done other evil things. They usually buy and sell salt with the people fairly and honestly, and rarely bully others. Today, someone suddenly broke into Mingcuifang in such a fierce and domineering manner. Everyone was frightened and surprised.
An old man in his fifties among the salt owl said: "Dear friends, please don't bother me. I will accompany you as a gift." As he said this, he cupped his fists from left to right and then from right to left, and then said loudly: "The surname of the Dragon Slaying Association is Shui. My friend, is the hero Shui Bu Wen Shui here?" As he spoke, his eyes swept over the faces of the high rollers one by one.
When the high-rollers met his eyes, they all looked frightened and shook their heads repeatedly, but they also gained a moment of peace and calm in their hearts. They, the heroes of the world, were causing trouble and seeking revenge on their own families, which had nothing to do with them.
The old salt owl raised his voice and shouted: "Shui Buwen, this afternoon, you talked nonsense in the Qishan Pingtian Lakeside Tavern, saying that the people who sell smuggled salt in Chizhou are ignorant and don't dare to kill officials and rebel, so they can only smuggle and evade taxes. Do some cowardly little business. After you drank enough yellow soup, you yelled, saying that if the Chizhou smugglers of salt are not convinced, just come to Mingcuifang to find you. We have found you here. If you are a hero, what will happen to you? Have you become a turtle?"
The other dozen or so big men started shouting: "You cowards from the Dragon Slaying Club, jump out if you have the guts and fight your grandpa. What are you doing?" "You tough-talking bastards, are you a Dragon Slaying Club or are you a shrinking bastard?" where?"
The old man said: "This is Shui Buwen's nonsense, and don't involve the nameless Dragon Slayer Guild. We, the smugglers of salt, just make a living, not as good as the heroes of the Dragon Slayer Guild! But we don't do shrinkage." You are a turtle, not good at hiding in the dark to do evil." After saying this, he burst out laughing and almost broke the roof of his head with anger.
After a while, I still heard no reply from Shui Buwen, the member of the Dragon Slaying Association. The old man felt very lonely and shouted: "Go and have a look in every house. When you see the shrunken man named Shui, you will invite him out. This man has a big scar on his face, and he looks fierce and easy to recognize."
The salt lords responded with a bang, waved their weapons in their hands, and searched the rooms one after another.
Suddenly, a rough voice came from the east wing and said, "Who is yelling and yelling here to disturb my happiness?"
All the salt owl shouted: "Shui Bu Wen is here no more!" "Shui Bu Wen, get out of here!" "Go to hell, this thief is so bold!"
The man in the east wing laughed loudly and said: "My surname is not Shui, but you guys are just insulting the Dragon Slaying Association, and I don't like it. Although I am not a member of the Dragon Slaying Association, I know that all my friends in the Dragon Slaying Association are heroes. I’m afraid you smugglers of salt are not worthy of carrying their shoes or wiping their buttocks.”
The salt lords screamed in anger, and three men, holding steel knives in hand, rushed into the east wing. Hearing "ouch" and "ah yo" repeatedly, they flew out one after another. Three meatballs fell to the ground. After several twists and turns, they stood upright. There was more or less blood on their heads.
Then six more Salt Owls rushed into the room one after another. After calling out repeatedly, they flew out one by one. Apart from shouting and scolding, no one rushed into the room.
The old man walked a few steps and looked inside through the light. He dimly saw a young man lying on the bed with a white cloth turban on his head. It was indeed not Shuibunwen. He quickly asked loudly: "Your Excellency is very skilled. May I ask your name?"
The young master on the bed in the room joked: "Whatever your father's surname is, I will naturally have his surname. Unfilial son, I have even forgotten your grandfather's name."
Among the prostitutes standing nearby, a 17- or 18-year-old snack suddenly burst into laughter, which was like the sound of nature.
"Fucking stinky bitch, what's so funny?" a private salt dealer yelled, stepped forward and slapped her twice in the face. The pain made the prostitute burst into tears and nose, and she no longer dared to speak out.
A boy of twelve or thirteen years old suddenly appeared next to the lobby and cursed loudly: "How dare you hit my sister! You damn turtle, rotten bastard. When you go out, there will be thunder and lightning, sores on the back of your hands, suppuration on the palms, rotten hands and rotten feet." Tongue, swallow the pus and blood, and it will rot your intestines."
The salt owl was furious and reached out to catch the child. The child dodged and hid behind a salt merchant. The salt owl pushed the salt merchant with his left hand, knocking him down, and punched the child's vest with his right hand. The helpless prostitute was shocked and shouted: "Sir, spare your life!"
The child was so slippery that he ducked under the salt owl's crotch. He reached out and grabbed the scrotum, and squeezed it hard. The salt owl screamed in pain, but the child had already escaped. .
The salt owl couldn't vent his anger and punched the prostitute in the face. The prostitute fainted immediately. The child jumped on her and shouted: "Sister, sister!" The salt owl grabbed the child by the collar and lifted him up. Just as he was about to punch him, the old man shouted: "Stop making such nonsense! Put down the kid." "The salt owl put the child down and kicked him on the butt. The child somersaulted out and hit the wall with a bang.
The old man glanced at the salt owl and said to the door: "We are brothers from the Salt Gang. Just because a friend of the Dragon Slaying Association named Shui openly insulted the Salt Gang and said he was waiting for us to judge in Mingcuifang. Therefore, before We are looking for someone. Since you are not a member of the Dragon Slaying Club, and you are not a member of our gang, how can you hurt others with your words? Please leave your name so that the gang leader can inquire about it so that he can give an explanation."
The young master in the room smiled and said: "You want to settle accounts with friends from the Dragon Slaying Club, what does it have to do with me? I am living happily here. Since the river does not harm the well, don't disturb my happiness. But I would like to advise you, the Dragon Slaying Club will do it. I'm afraid I can't afford to offend you, and even if I get scolded, I'll still be in vain. Why don't I pick up my tail and sell smuggled salt obediently to earn some money?"
The old man said angrily: "I have never seen an unreasonable person like you in the world."
The young man in the room said coldly: "What does my unreasonableness have to do with you? Could it be that you want to recruit a man into your house and call me brother-in-law?"
At this moment, three people quietly walked in outside the door, all dressed as salt dealers. A thin man holding a chain gun asked in a low voice: "What's the origin of the idea?"
The old man shook his head and said, "He refuses to say anything, but he keeps trying to cheer up the Dragon Slayer Club. Maybe the man named Shui is hiding in his room."
The thin man waved the big knife in his hand and tilted his head. The old man took out two short swords about a foot long from his waist. Suddenly the four of them looked at each other and rushed into the room together. They could only hear the clash of swords in the room. There was a loud noise, and the sound of ping-pong rattling was endless, which showed that the utensils in the room were broken one by one.
The fat on the old bustard's face was shaking, he was chanting Buddha's name, and his heart ached. Just because each room is extremely elegantly furnished, with pearwood tables and chairs and mahogany beds.
The four salt owl kept shouting and shouting, but the guest in the room remained silent. Everyone in the hall stood far away, fearing that they would be killed by fish in the pond. But the sound of the clash of weapons was heard getting faster and faster, and suddenly someone screamed loudly, guessing that a salt owl leader was injured.
The big man who kicked the child down felt severe pain in his scrotum. When he saw the child getting up from the wall, he became angry and punched him again. The child dodged sideways, and the big man slapped the child with his backhand, causing the child to spin twice. The turtle slaves and high-rollers saw how ferocious the salt owl was, and they would definitely beat the child to death if they continued to fight, but no one dared to say anything to persuade him. The salt owl raised his right fist and struck it down on the child's head. The child had nowhere to hide, so he rushed forward, opened the door of the wing and ran in. Everyone in the hall said "ah". The salt owl was startled, but he didn't dare to rush into the room and give chase.
