The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

There are all kinds of people in Bianliang City mixed together. There is such a type of people who do petty theft on weekdays and occasionally rob. The kind that look down upon.If there is any famine, they can become bandits on the spot.

Just like Niu Er in "Water Margin", he bullies and dominates the market, even the government.Some even committed crimes, so they couldn't live in the city properly, but hid in bridge holes.

If you understand, you will know that they have a certain power group and divide their territory.If you understand it carefully, you can even know who should be active in which area at what time.

So Yun Yanhui only heard where it was lost, and asked Zheng Ling to go with him to get the hairpin with a look of understanding.

Yun Yan wanted to leave, and Zheng Xun also wanted to follow, so the yamen servant of Kaifeng Mansion stopped him and advised him not to follow, "Since Brother Yan has said so, let's wait here, come on, you rest on."

The Kaifeng mansion is white, and those rascals are black. People like Yun Yanhui need to walk between the two. Some of them sit on the government's side, and some sit on the opposite side.

No matter what, Yunyan must have her own way to go back to get the hairpin. It doesn't mean that they can follow them and take the opportunity to suppress it with force.On the contrary, if they follow, they will break the rules.It is a taboo to reveal this matter, it is a handle, if you are not someone you trust, it is better not to ask.

Zheng Ling looked back at them who had stopped, and whispered back to Yun Yan: "I never asked how your relationship with those people is?"

Yun Yan replied: "It's not good, I want to cover everything, but firstly, they are too hateful, often even the poor are not spared, and secondly, they hate me so much that I propose to regulate the law and order of festivals. So, this In Bianjing, I have the least friendship with them."

Zheng Ling was startled, "Since that's the case, how do you get the things back?"

"Forcibly come back." Yun Yanhui said relaxedly, "They should not have left at this time, nephew, I will take you to play hooligans."

"...What a big nephew!" Zheng Ling was overwhelmed by shame and worried again, "Why are you playing hooligans, really."

"You misunderstood, I mean, play those hooligans, not the two of us to play hooligans." Yun Yan corrected, "Don't do this, I'm still a child."

Zheng Ling: "..."

……

Yunyan brought Zheng Ling out of Daxiangguo Temple. There was a bridge over the Bianhe River called Pingzheng Bridge.On the west side of the bridge, there is an old steamed bun shop, Sun Haoshou steamed buns, there are plenty of them, and there are enough pickles.

At this time, it was not yet meal time, and there were only three or five men sitting inside.

Yun Yanhui walked into the steamed bun shop. The boss Sun Haoshou greeted Yun Yanhui enthusiastically, "Isn't this Brother Yan? Are you here to buy steamed buns?"

In the past, Yunyan would also come to buy steamed buns when she came back, usually for Qingran.

Hearing the word "Brother Yan", the men sitting with their backs facing each other froze for a moment, and turned to look at him.

"Give me two steamed buns." Yun Yan replied, walked to the table of those men, and sat down.

One of the thin and small men said with a sullen face, "We don't seem to invite you to sit down."

Zheng Ling took a look, and didn't really want to sit crowded with those people, so he stood behind Yun Yan.Those people looked at him inexplicably, and they all looked annoyed. They didn't know why this kid with a bad style of painting came, but because he followed Yun Yan back, they didn't say anything.

Yun Yan replied that she didn't hear what they said, but said straight to the point: "My things are here with you. Did Lai San go to Puxian Hall today?"

These people looked at each other, speechless for a while.

After a long while, the thin man said again: "I went to the Puxian Hall today, but there was nothing of yours in it. Why, I didn't catch you on the spot, and asked for it later, so why did you say it was yours? That's not appropriate. The rules of the rivers and lakes."

Yun Yan replied coldly: "But if the things belong to my family, you will be the one who breaks the rules."

Lai San looked at him suspiciously for a while, then shook his head, "Impossible, don't lie to me, to be honest, I only bought one thing this morning, and it belonged to an official family."

In this day and age, most people can tell what kind of occupation or class they are by looking at their clothes.

Just like modern doctors wearing white coats, but this time it is more common.Pawnbrokers generally wear black shirts and belts without hats, fortune tellers wear hats and belts, and so on.

But Yunyan returned to the place even better, no one here knows his details, my father died in a foreign land, the widow mother brought him here a few years ago, and accepted the monk as her backer.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with people like you. I've always said something. If you don't return the things to me, I can do it!" Yun Yanhui showed an extremely arrogant look.

Standing in the back, Zheng Ling was a little flustered. Why did he feel that the two of them wouldn't be able to beat those people if they fought...

Unexpectedly, Lai San and Yun Yan looked at each other for a long time, sweating on their foreheads, retreating steadily under the gaze of a yellow-haired child, hesitated again and again, finally gritted their teeth, and took out a cloth bag from his arms , put it on the table.

Yun Yan picked up the cloth bag, unfolded it, and found a hairpin inside. He looked back at Zheng Ling.

There was joy in Zheng Ling's eyes, and he nodded, that's right, it's this one.

Yun Yanhui's expression softened a little, she put away her things, stood up and said, "See you later."

Lai San and their brothers all showed the expressions of Japanese dogs, who the hell wants to see you again!

At this time, only a while before they entered the shop, Sun Haoshou had just packed the steamed buns, which happened to be passed to Yun Yanhui at this moment.Yun Yan picked up the steamed bun, said goodbye to Sun Haoshou, and walked out swayingly.

As soon as he went out, Zheng Ling looked around.

Yun Yan replied: "What are you looking at?"

Zheng Ling: "I see where Shuangyi is! They must not be afraid of you, but Shuangyi. I figured it out. They are afraid that if you clap your hands, Shuangyi will fall from the sky and beat them up!"

"..." Yun Yan was speechless, "You think too much."

However, although it wasn't Shuangyi who was afraid, it was indeed not just him, a child.

When he first took over the affairs of the festival, he caused so many troubles, and with the help of Zhao Yundi in the yamen, wouldn't Kaifeng mansion be able to solve all the hooligans?If so, the law and order in Bianliang would have improved a long time ago.

It's just that Yun Yan went back to deal with it silently, and didn't tell Zheng Ping, Zheng Ling, or even Shuang Yi.

……

At this time, Lai San was sitting in the steamed bun shop and let out a sigh of relief.

A newcomer who had not been with him for a long time said, "Third brother, even if that kid is in charge of the festival, you don't want to let him so much, right? That thing is clearly not his, so let him steal it like this?"

Lai San slapped him on the forehead, "What do you know!"

The newcomer was taller and taller, three times bigger than the skinny Lai San, but he didn't dare to hide after being hit, and flinched, "He, didn't he hang out with the great monks... Those people have to sneak around when they eat meat."

Lai San resentfully glanced at the direction Yun Yanhui was leaving, "What do you know, the monk from Daxiangguo Temple...is the rogue among the rogues!"

Oh no, according to the words of the monks, they are the angry-eyed King Kong of Buddhism, and they beat people to kill evil.

Lai San will never be able to forget that it was about half a year ago, on a cold night, the moon had grown hairs, and the veil hung in the night sky.

Many of them fell into the scheme of that kid. They originally intended to make trouble in the middle of the night, destroying the colorful sheds, doors, flowers and incense candles of Daxiangguo Temple, so as to show some color to those who wanted to change the rules.

Unexpectedly, they were ambushed instead, and a group of men in black suddenly surrounded them with copper sticks from all directions without saying a word, blocked them, beat them up, completely ignored their begging for mercy, and even slapped their mouths. Block it!

No one spoke, no one begged for mercy, and no one let them go, as if it had been decided long ago, just to teach them a lesson, to break their courage and subdue them.

Lai San still remembered that he was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and relying on his flexibility, he struggled to pull the scarf on the face of one of them.The turban was pulled off by Lai San in his hand, under the miserable moonlight, the man's exposed head reflected the dazzling light...

His fingers were stomped on, excruciatingly painful, they were torn apart, and the scarf was pulled out.

Immediately, there was another severe beating...

A few days later, Lai San, who was limping, saw a monk holding a Zen stick outside Daxiangguo Temple, wiping the dark brown stain on the stick with the corner of his clothes, and realized how so many copper sticks came from. , Where are they hidden on weekdays.

Lai San closed his eyes, unable to bear to recall any more.

……

"What do you think those vagabonds are most afraid of? Of course they are most afraid of monks!" Yun Yan explained to Zheng Ling solemnly, "I found some monks, and went to them to give lectures and persuade them to do good deeds. Watch them, and in the end they collapse."

Zheng Ling's mouth grew big, "Isn't it, this is also okay?"

Yun Yan replied: "Yes, because this is also a merit, so the abbot also agreed. Then within a month, they begged me for mercy."

"I didn't expect it to be like this," Zheng Ling sighed, "It's really one thing. These hooligans look fierce and tricky, but I didn't expect them to be afraid of monks chanting scriptures."

"Yeah." Yun Yan said back, but what she thought in her heart was that such a person must be suppressed by force!It's useless to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality with them, just type once, and beat them until you lose your temper.

That's right, he led the monk to beat those people, so what?Do they dare to speak out?Said that they sneaked into the Daxiangguo Temple to make trouble, but they were beaten up instead?Said that those monks who recited scriptures during the day gagged their mouths at night and beat them until their heads were bleeding?

Not to mention who is at fault, and you don’t even need to think about who others will believe. The monks of Daxiangguo Temple may be in business and drink, but gathering crowds to beat hooligans?Impossible, this is a monk from the royal monastery!

Would people hit your head with a Zen stick while reciting Amitabha Buddha? It's completely impossible, right? !