C47 (1/2)

The wind continued to blow.

In the midst of the clamor, the ”Liu Ji Bamboo” 's large pile of bamboo poles fell to the ground, smashing down a large section of the bamboo fence wall.

Old Wu, who was shaving her head, was in quite a calamity. Earlier, a gust of wind had blinded his eyes, but not only did it cause him to lose his balance, the sharp razor had left a bloody wound on his half-shaved head. He looked really good, what was yellow was earth, what was red was blood, and with a cry from his mouth, he really became a ghost.

As the yellow wind blew, a huge clatter was heard. The top of the tent was filled with wind, like a balloon filled with air. The four pillars of the tent began to creak, as if they were on the verge of being uprooted.

The shopkeeper's Qian Tailei shouted in fear. Along with the three waiters, each of them used their full strength to hold the pillar in their arms. Several of the elders who were eating could not sit still any longer.

”What's going on? Not a tornado? ”

A small old man wearing a small cap and gray leather jacket rushed to the door as he said this.

After a gust of wind, the dust that was left behind seemed to have passed by.

There was wind and clouds, but no rain.

What was annoying was that while the ten thousand people had their necks pulled up in the air and were looking at the black cloud above their heads, it was actually slowly moving towards the southeast. They had no intention of stopping here.

The big guys were disappointed. They all stared with their necks straight. Some of them sighed, while others cursed. In any case, this street farce seemed to have come to an end.

The Heavens seemed a bit too cruel, especially when one shouldn't use such a scene to make people happy.

This place was known as the ”Rong Guo Mansion”, a famous city in southern Anhui Province.

Although a river of water had dried up to the point that it could see the riverbed, it still had one last breath left. It hadn't completely dried out yet, and with the remaining breath, it really didn't know how many people it had fed.

The literary style here was extremely flourishing, and the country was famous for producing paper from afar. The paper produced here was white and thick, which was the famous ”Xuan paper.” Scholars and profligates greatly valued it, and they all fought over it.

Because of this little relationship, Rong Guo Manor had received some unexpected assistance from Jiangnan from time to time. In the desperate situation of almost the entire province of Anhui, they were able to barely maintain a situation that could not be considered as forced.

Isn't it? The fact that Qian Tailai's beef restaurant could still be maintained was a proof of iron.

Although there weren't many guests, there were still customers.

Even though the dishes were less delicious, they could still eat their fill.

This was not simple.

”The Book of Hanshu — — Seven years after Lu, there was a strange wind that blew in the southern region of the world …” The old man with the melon skin cap and long pipe returned to his seat and picked up the topic from earlier, ”Guess what? In less than a year, that is, the next year, she will be dead.”

”Are you saying that the wind today …”

The man sitting across from him had only just opened his mouth when he was stopped by the small old man's hand gesture.

”Listen to me,” the old man took two puffs of smoke and continued, when all the seats were looking at him, ”When the Tang Dynasty was over, it was probably the year of the 'Divine Dragon'. According to Tang Shi's records, the capital city of Luoyang also had a strange wind blowing for a while, saying that it was some sort of tornado.

Coughing a few times, he spitted out a mouthful of phlegm and took another sip of tea before saying with full of charm, ”Cough, that year, the Demon Empress died. ”I still remember that in the history of the Tang Dynasty, she died at the age of eighty-two. The next year, her favorite foster son, Wu Sansi, was also killed by the Crown Prince.”

Ah!

”Huh?”

Everyone was shocked by his words.

Words would not stop until one was shocked to death.

Only then did the old man let out a puff of smoke and slowly continued, ”Look, every time there is a strange wind, there would be a big change in the imperial government. I'm afraid that this is unlucky …”

If he kept talking, it would inevitably lead to the crime of 'alarmist words'. The old man had already lived half his life, how could he not understand? Those who were going to be ”amazing words” had to endure it for the time being. They hummed and mumbled as they picked up the bowl and drank the tea.

The big guy stared at him, eager to hear what he had to say, so he just stopped talking.

”I'm afraid what's going on?” The man sitting outside asked with his eyes wide open, ”Is the emperor of this dynasty going to die too?”

Ah!” ”Don't, don't, don't, don't …” The little old man shook his head, ”I didn't say that, so don't shout blindly. You better be careful, or you might get dragged into the yamen and be sentenced to a heinous crime of making your brain move.

The man laughed loudly and said, ”You old dog, why did you stop after saying so much? You're afraid of getting yourself killed …”

He puffed out his chest and said loudly, ”I am not afraid. The heavens are high and the earth is far away. I am not afraid of anyone.”

It's better if you say less, hehe!” ”The person who answered was a short man with a square face, about forty years of age, with short hair, a royal blue satin robe, and a face full of worldly wisdom. He was rubbing a pair of jasmine walnuts in his hands, making loud noises.

The middle-aged man looked over and laughed. He pushed the table and stood up, ”I said, what are you going to do to me now?”

After Fang Zi said those two words, he was stopped by the old man who had previously raised a topic. As Fang Zi walked down, he took two steps forward and bowed with his hands cupped in front of him, and said: ”So it turns out that Master Bao San is here too, he is innocent. ”It's all my fault for not covering up. This friend here is a foreigner. Lord Third doesn't want to see this little one, so please don't take him personally. I'm here to make amends to you.” As he spoke, he kept on bowing.

The blue-robed dwarf snorted and was about to speak. However, even that middle-aged man who looked like he came from a foreign land was extremely arrogant. Not only did he not take this man called ”Master Bao San” seriously, he was also extremely ungrateful to the old chief who tried to smooth things over.

”Get the hell away from me. I'm responsible for my own matters. What do I need an old dog like you for?” As the man spoke, he opened his seat and stood out.

At the end was a tall and sturdy man.