Number of romantic figures

Chapter 4 Scroll A, Qi Luqing's once-in-a-lifetime playboy life must be preserved

The carriage rattled by.

The outer city was lined with shops and densely populated. When the time came, even if it was blocked for half an hour, it might not be possible to get out for a mile, so a group of people simply detoured from the Weiwu Gate, the east gate of the outer city, and walked outside the city to the pier.

"Brother Keng, I'm afraid this is your first time coming back?" Feng You saw that Feng Ziying seemed a little uneasy in the carriage, and found it interesting. Brother Keng was not like this in the past.

This master is now the sole descendant of the three families of the Feng family, and only the third master survived among the three brothers of the previous generation.

The elder master and the second master, one fell off a horse in the confrontation with the Mongolian Tartars and even failed to recover the whole body, while the second master was ill-fated and saw that he was going to be awarded an official with military merits, but he was suffering from the epidemic and lay on the bed. After struggling for several months, he finally died.

"I didn't remember anything when I was three or four years old. I came back with my mother once, and this time is also the second time." Feng Ziying said honestly: "I just heard what my mother said, so I don't remember it at all."

"This Linqing City is a good place. If the master wants to find leisure in the future, it is a good place to go." Feng You squinted his eyes and looked ahead, the west gate of the outer city was in front of him.

Adjacent to the city gate is a large stream of cloth banners, which are propped up with bamboo poles, and most of them are made of reed grass and bamboo wood.

A thirst-quenching tea stall, piles of black dates, vegetarian snack stalls, and several carts leaning against two mature oak trees.

A porter was vigorously waving a dark sweat towel and yelling something, and he could smell the sour smell of sweat from a distance of several feet.

A large group of Zilifu were under the willow tree, seeming to be clamoring for something, occasionally a few high-pitched scolding voices popped up, and there was another burst of commotion.

The pier seemed a little chaotic, but it was not quiet in the past, but today the situation is a little different.

Although I feel that the situation on the pier is not quite right, Feng You is not familiar with the situation here, and he has not been to Linqing a few times in the past, but he has stayed on the frontier fortress for a long time, and he feels a little uneasy The excessive restlessness made him extra sensitive.

He tightened his crotch horse, supported the narrow-edged waist knife wrapped in a cloth knife bag at his waist, and turned back calmly: "Brother Keng, something is not right."

"Ah?" With a swish, Feng Ziying withdrew her hand from the snow-white cat, and Feng Ziying suddenly leaned forward, "Uncle You, what's wrong?"

"Well, it's hard to say now, it looks like something will happen on the pier." Feng You was also a little nervous.

The master only has such a single son, and this is just a trip back to his hometown. He thought the journey would be safe, but even so, he arranged for himself to take care of him, just worried about any accidents, but he didn't expect to be caught up by himself.

"Is it time to board the ship?"

Feng Ziying is very aware of her own situation. An 11-year-old boy, don't plan to have any earth-shaking abilities. These days, there is no peace everywhere. If you get sick, you will die, let alone encounter any wars. .

My two uncles also had three sons and daughters, but none of them could grow into adults. Even I had an older brother who died before the age of one. That is to say, I was lucky enough to survive the cold and become Linqing Feng. I am an only seedling who lives in the city of Beijing.

Under such circumstances, I came to my hometown in Shandong by myself. Originally, my mother firmly refused to agree, and it was because my father couldn't get away because of Kaifu that he had no choice but to let me make this trip.

I also thought that walking the canal and waterway from the capital to Linqing would not be too hot and tiring, so I reluctantly agreed, but I never thought that I would encounter trouble in this old house.

Feng You didn't make a sound, just shook his head.

There are already a lot of people around the pier, surrounded by groups of three or four who seem to be the leaders, one of them is waving his arms and shouting something, and several people are muttering in series among several crowds .

On the pier next to the road, several piles of debris packed in straw bags were thrown in a mess, blocking the road.

The two men in brown and short shirts were wiping their sweat and cursing, and by the way they opened their skirts, revealing a tuft of black hair on their chests, while sitting on the straw bag and looking around.

Two groups of people have been blocked on the road.

One is a few bundles of three-suo cloth carried by two donkeys. It seems to be a small cloth merchant.

Another group of people guessed that it was two brothers, with thick arms and strong legs, driving two trucks pulled by mules. It seemed that they pulled a cart of black dates, which were a specialty of Linqing Prefecture, and they seemed to be going to the wharf for delivery.

"Brother Ma, you can't blame us. The steward of the tooth shop said that nothing can be moved on the pier today, regardless of loading and unloading ships or entering and exiting warehouses. As for this one, don't even think about it." , it’s all blocked there.”

"Brother Lu San, what happened to make such a big fuss?"

The two brothers who gave the black dates were obviously acquaintances, and while smiling, they casually poked in from the straw bag with a hole in it, grabbed a handful of black dates, and handed them to each other.

"It's not worth a few dollars, try it."

"Second brother, it's hard to say, the people on the pier are all rioting, we don't know, we only know that this intersection has been sealed off, the managers and those in charge are all over there, it's like headless chickens..."

He took the black dates and dropped two of them into his mouth, saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his voice lowered a bit: "If you're not in a hurry, go back first, I'm afraid something will happen."

"We made an appointment with the cargo owner..." Another young man was obviously in a hurry, and was about to speak, but was grabbed by his elder brother, turned his head and whispered: "Thanks, let's go, go back! "

"Brother!" The young man was in a hurry. The two shipments of black jujube to get back the payment can be called the dowry money for his wife, and they all went to the pier.

"Hurry up and look over there!" The older man's face had turned slightly pale, but his eyes were chasing the distance. A wisp of black smoke had already emerged from the southwest corner. This was what he was most afraid of.

Feng Ziying's eyes moved with Feng You who had already stood on the shaft of the chariot, covering his forehead with his hands and looking southwest.

Feng You's complexion has become ugly, the slight twitching of the corners of his mouth and the rolling eyes seem to be making a difficult choice.

Before he could make a decision, there were already some slight vibrations on the ground. Obviously, the two brothers of La Wuzao often ran outside, so they immediately turned their gazes to the west.

Through the low earth wall, one can roughly observe a floating piece of yellow dust rolling up in the half sky to the east.

The scorching sun was shining brightly in the morning, and there was no wind on the riverside. Looking at the wilted willow branches on the riverside, except for the large-scale movement of livestock or people, I can't think of any other dust. What can make such smoke and dust roll in the wild.

Feng You had already sprinted on the shaft of the car and jumped onto the roof of the car shed. From the roof of the car shed, he jumped directly onto the earthen city wall. Standing on the crenel of the wall, he stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

Both Feng Ziying and the boy servant Ruixiang beside him were a little pale.

Even if Feng Ziying's mental age is over 40 years old, but in this different time and space where you shout every day and the earth is not working, so what if you have thousands of miles of beauty in your chest?Who believes in you, who listens to you?
As soon as the knife passed by, his head was about to fall to the ground, and the dandy life he longed for was about to end before it even started. Feng Ziying couldn't help shivering at this thought: "Uncle You, what happened?"

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