White Feather Huaisha

——Wind in the middle of the night——

It was the summer evening of the second year of Showa, and no one in Jinling City knew that the Son of Heaven was not there, nor was King Heng, so everything went on as usual.

The smell of boiled water chestnut and tender lotus seeds is delicate and delicate. The little girl is selling them in the streets and alleys with croissant braids, not knowing that the handsome young man who just bought three bags of tender lotus seeds to feed his colleagues is the prince of the dynasty.They only thought that the business was good, and they could secretly buy a piece of candy before going home today.

Traveling thousands of miles to the northwest, the same is true outside the city of Khotan.

As soon as the city gate of Khotan was closed, the 36 countries in the Western Regions cut off communication with Khotan and the two eastern countries. Only the Beiji Army and the Huben Army were left to increase their manpower, creating a wonderful scene of soldiers approaching the city.

Everyone outside the city wants to enter the city, but the king made it very clear that if the door is opened now, it will inevitably lead to war, let alone win or lose. The first one to be destroyed is the innocent Khotan, so no matter what, he must pretend to be dead. In any case, the remaining 35 countries must be dragged into the water together.

Fortunately, the Zhou army and the Beiji soldiers are very thieves. If they can’t enter the city, they will never fight. One south and one north have drawn the Chu River Han boundary in the desert, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. Bing gnawing buns.

The old king pushed the palace door, and the palace people opened a row of green raisins and cantaloupe on the corridor. The scent of flowers and fruits could not hide the burnt breath after the catastrophe. The old king scratched his silver hair and sighed at the blue sky Take a breath.

The coup in the city did not cause much trouble in the hearts of the people. Although the city gate had been closed for more than two days, the people trapped outside the city had food and drink, so they didn't feel much about it. The optimists of Tian Pai still have a hint of joy: If the gate of the city is not closed, can this grilled chicken be sold for a penny?Although the chicken is a bit sour, do you still expect to not suffer a loss or be fooled for a penny?

A passing scholar wearing a bamboo hat stopped, said "Hey", and said a lot, "Is there no chicken seller here? A penny? Give me a chicken. What's the professional way to cook chicken? Can you do it?" Tell me about it?"

The monk Jian Zhao was leaning on his Zen stick, and was preparing to vomit handsomely. His senior brother Jian Fang leaned on the sand, and kicked a skinny monkey guy in a gloomy manner, "Pick up the guests."

The guy patted his butt, and quickly handed a paper bag to the scholar. After a while, he came back, spread his palms, and handed a small piece of silver to Jian Fang.

Since being "rescued" by Jian Fang, the clerk in the black shop has started to let his instincts fly day by day, and now he has improved to the point where he grinned at Jian Fang as soon as he made money.

But Jian Fang wants to cry very much now, and even more so when he sees money.

The ghostly little swordsman in the Fulai Station guessed right, the great monk Jian Fang is indeed a Mahayana teacher, and he is also from the Mahayana Temple.He took Jian Zhao to Weidu this time to "spread Buddhism" was actually just a cover, the old king was really worried about his precious grandson, and the great monk was ordered by the king to spy on his grandson at public expense.

As a result, the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is like gruel on a fasting day, too thin to be caught off guard without saying hello.When he arrived in Weidu, he heard about the great changes of the Three Kingdoms at the junction of Beiji, Khotan and Longzhou: Wu Xing was taken to Jinling by the Zhou people, and Wu Jue officially ascended the throne.

The great monk thought it was a good thing to be brave, and he happened to grope into the chaotic palace to search for the relics and bones of his junior sister Jialan—and found a full-bearded Jialan under the little emperor's dragon bed. blue.

Wu Wei made the dead Jialan into something weird like a doll, the skin was wrinkled tightly, and two soft and bright black pearls were filled in the almond-shaped eye sockets, and the tenderness and joy were replaced by a gloomy ghost. gas.The green skirt that was once soaked in incense and bodhi smell has faded, and the golden bell on the green sleeve has a layer of green rust on the surface, and it can't ring.

In the afternoon of that day, a fire was ignited in front of the Mingguang Palace. Two great monks from the Western Regions, one handsome and the other rough, closed their eyes, but they had the same cold and benevolent Buddha appearance.

Many palace people looked over and saw that horrific female corpse was burned into a handful of fly ashes, and put into a cloth bag together with a string of golden bells that could not be melted, probably afraid of leaking, Jian Fang Another half-worn cassock was wrapped outside the cloth bag.

Just like a martial artist, he took the living junior, dead junior sister, and the silent [-]-year-old chicken man back to Jiuhui Ridge by the same route, and after the calculation, he didn't have enough money.

The old king was generous, but when he did good deeds, he had eighteen more mouths. The group was so poor that they were digging vegetables while driving.

Jian Fang had no choice but to sacrifice Jian Zhao's gastrointestinal health, walked back a few steps, and bought a chicken truck with a lot of money, took away all the chickens waiting to be slaughtered in that ruined temple, and was still making a small fortune to make up for it. The dream of being short-lived, amidst Jian Zhao's vomiting, ordered eighteen chicken men to make grilled chicken and sell it while walking.

At the beginning, "professional chicken" was a rare commodity, but Jian Fang asked for [-] cents a piece, so not many careless people paid attention to it; after walking for a while, Jian Fang realized that a well-made chicken would go bad. In an instant, I folded it in half and then folded it in half again. It costs five cents a piece, and the chicken is delicious and cheap.But at this time they had already entered the desert, and the plan to make a fortune was faced with the dilemma of thousands of miles of uninhabited people.

Jian Fang is neither arrogant nor discouraged when he wins, and he swears that when he arrives in Khotan, even the bad chickens will be snapped up by the people of Khotan who love to eat chicken at a high price, so the [-]-year-old chicken maker seems to speed up the pace of chicken production, believing it or not, I am afraid that the output will not keep up with the demand.

——However, Khotan's mother has closed the door!

Jian Fang was very convinced of his luck. While telling the chicken people to sell the chickens that were about to perish for a penny, he bought two packs of food from Da Zhoujun with a dark face at a loss, so that the chickens that were not yet cooked The chickens kept crowing.

Therefore, in the market price of one penny and one chicken, the guest who generously gave a silver is indeed a treasure in Jian Fang's eyes. He was afraid that people would not hear his thanks, so he shouted: "Thank you!"

The scholar was confused and spread his palms, "Why? No change?"

Jian Fang shouted back in a rough voice: "I can't find it!"

The book was so angry that he slapped the table with a "slap" and suddenly became majestic, "You guys are black shop!"

The buddy was startled, Jian Fang hurriedly bowed his body, and explained, "No, actually we are—"

The scholar hurt his hands, shook his white chicken-like paws inexplicably, and said to himself: "Hey, a black shop is a black shop, and it's not my money. I want to find it or not." He shouted at the top of his voice: "Second Young Master! Come eat chicken!"

The second son of his family also wore a bamboo hat, got off the horse slowly, and walked over slowly with an old man.

Jian Fang has seen many members of the royal family, just look at the stature and momentum from a distance, and he knows that they are people who are well-clothed and well-fed and are used to giving orders. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that Wu Wei Things that are not things, I suddenly felt that this was also a fellow.

The great monk wanted to roll his eyes, but he was worried that he couldn't find fault with the money, so he didn't dare to look away, and asked his junior brother, "Have you finished vomiting?"

Jian Zhao stared at the thing that was not a thing that came over, without saying a word, he explained with his expression, "I don't like him either, senior brother."

Jian Fang comforted: "You control yourself, and when you go back, senior brother will fetch water to wash your eyes."

The second young master was holding the black bone fan with one hand on his back, and the first thing he did when he walked up to him was to wrinkle his nose.

The scholar said, "What's wrong? Eat chicken."

The second son tried to use the fan bone to test whether there was any ashes on the table, and said, "It smells. It's sour."

As soon as this disgusting sentence fell to the ground, Jian Zhao couldn't bear the disgust in his heart anymore, bent down while supporting the Zen stick, and spat it out with a "crash".

The second young master stopped in the air with his ashes-touching hand, probably feeling that he was being hated for no reason.

Jian Zhao wiped his mouth after spitting, and looked up at the sky arrogantly.His senior brother was embarrassed, "It's not against you, it's not against you."

The scholar said: "People are not targeting you, you can eat it."

The second young master put the folding fan back, and said lightly, "Don't eat."

The old man nodded quickly, "Xiao Lin, if you eat too much bad food, can your stomach heal? Look at this little monk, hey, he looks pretty good... No, look at this little monk, doesn't he just eat chicken?" Is it spoiled?"

Jian Zhao has been one of the most beautiful people in Khotan since he was born. He has worked as a façade in the Mahayana Temple since he was a child. He usually runs around the world with the abbot and elders to give lectures when he has nothing to do. Therefore, he has always been watched closely by others. Had chicken.

So Jian Zhao was cleaning the green rusty gold bells calmly at first, but when he heard that the old man arranged for him to eat chicken without authorization, his stomach churns, he bent down abruptly, and continued to "crash" stand up.

Jian Fang patted his junior brother on the back, "Eat, it's okay, I just made it yesterday. If something goes wrong, come to Mahayana Temple, the family will definitely lose money."

The second young master said slowly, "Are you from the Mahayana Temple?" He lifted his robe and sat down on the only small stool, "Can I sit for a while?"

Jian Fang muttered, "You only asked after sitting down, so what else can I say?"

The second son narrowed his eyes, "What did you say?"

Jian Fang immediately said: "Yes, we are the sweepers of the Mahayana Temple." The Mahayana Temple can't afford to lose this guy who sells chickens for a penny.

Fortunately, the second son didn't care whether he was a Buddhist chanter, a floor sweeper, or a chicken seller, so he took the kettle from the scholar and took a sip of the spring water, "Can't you enter the city?"

This person has a problem with his tone of voice, as if he has a big opinion on everything.Jian Fang had reason to feel that he was taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, and also felt that he must have some shady connections, so he immediately respected him, "Could it be that you can get in?"

The second young master nodded, but said, "I can't get in."

Jian Fang slapped his thigh and said, "That's it!"

The second young master shook his head again, "But I can't sell chicken jerky and wait. Let's work together to find a way, my sister is waiting for medicine in the city."

He's so annoying, how annoying is it that his sister inherits the family's great education?

Jian Fang originally wanted to reject this annoying guy, but when he made a mistake, he found a row of dark and thin figures squatting under his feet, all of them looked at him pitifully, it seemed that he really couldn't stand eating sour chicken every day.Even Jian Zhao didn't vomit, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Brother, think of a way."

Jian Fang held the cold and hard handle of the big knife, and his heart softened all of a sudden.

At this time, a few small soldiers from the Beiji Army strolled over and called out, "Is anyone there? Here are two chickens!"

Jian Fang quickly put down his knife and got up to sell the chickens, "There will be a lot of people here, let's talk about it after dark. Don't talk nonsense, here, I'll give you two more." He threw the two chickens into the arms of the scholar and the second son, " Sit well, eat chicken, eat chicken, eat chicken!"

The great monk Jian Fang has always been innocent except for his love of eating chicken and fighting. He didn't even realize that he opened his mouth and opened his mouth, and he didn't even see the second son looking up at the sky.

Without knowing it, Jian Zhao followed the second young master to look at the sky for a long while, and asked doubtfully, "Benefactor, is there anything to see in the sky?"