Chapter 10 Chapter Three Why Qiang Flute Should Blame Willows (3)

Nie Qinxuan walked behind Ouyang Langyun, picked up his suit with the tip of a knife, and with a light stroke, the clothes were split in half from the middle.Nie Qinxuan seemed to be skillfully peeling off a piece of human skin. In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Langyun, who was naked, saw a pile of clothes fragments under his feet.This was the first time Ouyang Langyun experienced such a scene in his life. He felt that his self-esteem was falling to his feet like those pieces of cloth. Shame and insult made him tremble all over.Nie Qinxuan turned to the front, fiddled with the hanging penis with the tip of the knife, and said: "According to the criminal law, I should chop you alive for three days, three thousand three hundred and fifty-seven knives, and cut off all your flesh. I went to have your penis removed again. I think you are a scholar who has stayed abroad. I can remove the penis for you first to save you from being humiliated. It’s a pity, but it’s only the same age as my son, young and unmarried. Mr. Ouyang probably has never even tasted the love between men and women."

As he said that, Nie Qinxuan raised his eyes and pointed at his opponent, "Mr. Ouyang, do you want me to go to the penis first, or do you want me to save it for you until the end?" Under the cold and bright knife point, Ouyang Langyun's body shivered and tightened, and a layer of fine bumps on his skin suddenly spread all over his body.The cold tip of the knife lay flat on the trembling body, and slowly slashed behind the delicate white skin, and stopped on the plump buttocks.A bright red scar was left where the knife tip passed, and scarlet blood flowed down the skin.The bone-deep cold and sharp pain caused the trembling to ripple like water waves in the bright sunlight.Beside them, the two bright red beef on the pine board, shining in the slanting sunlight, are as beautiful and bright as silk.

Nie Qinxuan patted the plump and round flesh with a knife, and mentioned his son again, "I must use tendon meat to make Huobianzi beef. I don't know how Mr. Ouyang's tendon meat compares to beef? Poor, it's just as good as beef." My son is the same age. Parents are afraid that they will hate me for the knife." That afternoon, there was a horrific scream that emanated from the Qian Zong Building of the Anding Camp into the bright sunlight of the barracks compound.The guarding soldiers turned their eyes to look at the meat room they were familiar with.They didn't hear what the scream was about.But Nie Qinxuan could hear clearly, there were only two words in that terrible scream: I - say -!After calling in the clerk to record the confession and draw the red flag, Nie Qinxuan clasped his fists to Ouyang Langyun and said, "Mr. Ouyang, Mr. Nie made you suffer. I will fulfill your wish right away. Your suicide note to your parents, I will definitely hand it over to the Xiushan brothers and sisters for you, and let them send it for you. You saved Yincheng from the flames of war, saved countless lives, and your merits are immeasurable. Even if I cut off your head, I will keep your whole body. I must buy a coffin for you to be buried. You and I will meet later on Huangquan Road."

After a suffocating silence, with a trembling groan, the sharp knife used to cut beef silently slid into Ouyang Langyun's snow-white chest. Nie Qinxuan gently turned the handle of the knife, Ouyang Langyun was full of emotion The young hot blood sprayed out with a "huh" in the convulsions, and flowers bloomed on the sunny floor of the butcher room.Above the flowers, there are two eyes that are suddenly absent-minded.These eyes are as docile and sad as those buffaloes slaughtered in the soup pot shop. Nie Qinxuan, a veteran of the Green Battalion who has been through the battlefield and killed countless people, couldn't help but burst into tears.

Everyone in Yincheng knows that August 20th is Liu Sangong's birthday in Dunmutang, and everyone knows that August 20th this year is Liu Sangong's 60th birthday.According to the old rules, the night before the birthday, there is a church party at home, so every year on the night of August 19th, the courtyard of the deep house in Dunmutang Guixinyuan on Wenmiao Street is full of drums and music, and there are a lot of guests.But ever since someone found out that Yuren School was involved in the assassination of the magistrate, rumors had spread all over Yincheng.Everyone is waiting to see whether Liu Sangong's 60th birthday will be passed.Everyone is guessing whether Dunmutang can escape this catastrophe. Could it be that Liu Sangong's birthday has become the memorial day of Dunmutang?

As the so-called fate tricks people.A year ago, when Liu Sangong was preparing to celebrate his 60th birthday, he would never have imagined that he and his family would face a bloody disaster on his 60th birthday.On the afternoon of the 19th, after hearing the news that Takano Torazo, a Japanese teacher at the Yuren School, had surrendered himself, Liu Sangong immediately understood the situation of his son Shichiro and himself.He sent someone out to tell Qilang to go home immediately, but no one knew where Qilang had gone.The gongs, drums, and strings were being played in an orderly manner, the hall on the stage was babbling and singing, and the impatient Liu Sangong dealt with the guests without changing his face.After the sound of the five-watch drum, the sacrifice of the birthday star, the congratulations of his peers, and the kneeling of his nephew and junior while sitting in the grand master's chair in the living room, there was still no sign of Qilang.Liu Sangong had no choice but to excuse his sleepiness to leave and rest.

After dawn, Liu Lanting opened the city gate, and then quietly returned to Guixin Garden through the back door.Following the butler into his father's bedroom, Liu Lanting bowed his head full of guilt: "Dad, I didn't tell you the truth before, because I couldn't tell it. Now if you don't tell me, you'll know it all the time. Takano Tozo is not Japanese." , His name is Ouyang Langyun, and he is a member of our Tongmenghui. Tongjiang prefect was killed by himself. Commander Nie led troops to search the school yesterday. Dad, it is only a matter of time before Commander Nie comes to arrest me. I thought I'll tell you about it after your birthday... but I'm afraid it's too late now..."

Although everything had been expected repeatedly, Liu Sangong was still so shocked that he could not speak for a long time after hearing what his son said. "Dad, now, Commander Nie is the only one who wants to arrest me. I'm going to wait for him at school today. I don't want to spoil your birthday by bringing soldiers from the patrol battalion to my house. It's just for my son from now on. I can't be filial. Qilang can only kowtow for his father now, and I'm afraid he will never have the chance to pay his respects to his father in this life. I rushed home because of this. I haven't seen my ninth sister. If she died two days later After the baby is born, their mother and child can only ask my father to raise it on my behalf..."

As he said that, Liu Lanting knelt down on both knees, solemnly bowing down to his father four times. Before his son finished worshiping, Liu Sangong sighed and burst into tears: "Qilang, Qilang, you beggar for life! You beggar for life! You are still here to pay my birthday? You are here to kill me You are not willing to tell me the truth about the big things. Now you have introduced the disaster of beheading into the door of our Liu family. Let me ask you, do you know which one of the eight major saltworks in Yincheng makes the most money? ?——It’s our Dunmutang! Yincheng is the Yincheng of our Dunmutang! Why do you want to go back to Yincheng to rebel? Do you know that if you destroy Yincheng, you will destroy the jobs of our Liu family? You ruined Where does Yincheng want me to dig wells? Where can I sell salt? People in Yincheng have dug wells and sold salt for generations. It is not because of the rebellion that I am today! You are not a yellow-mouthed child, don’t you know that rebellion is Do you want to beheaded? You don’t want to set up such a good school, but you want to set up a revolutionary party. I want you to study abroad so that you can learn skills, not to make you rebel! Now you are at ease. If you want to lose it, what are you thinking? Whoever sits in the world also wants to eat salt. Those who rebel and those who don’t rebel all want to eat salt. We only do our own salt business. Which one will sit in the world? It's not something we should be in charge of. Do you know that without the disaster you caused, how many people in Yincheng squinted and waited until our Dunmutang collapsed and broke up? Now you think of entrusting Jiumei's mother and child to me, our Liu family Who do you entrust to beheaded all over the house?...Your head will be cut off soon, you still have to pretend to be a hero, and you have to wait until someone arrests you, how many heads do you have?...Your brother smoked opium and became a waste , you are going to be arrested and beheaded again now, to whom will I pass the inheritance I have accumulated through hard work and sweat all my life? Who will I entrust to? Tell me, who will I entrust to?..."

"Dad, don't be angry. After something like this happened, I have decided not to riot again. I sent our people out of the city last night...Dad, it's your son's birthday..." Before his son could finish speaking, Liu Sangong waved at the housekeeper standing by the door, and then a few strong housekeepers followed in, and without any explanation, they tied up Liu Lanting, stuffed a towel in his mouth, and tied a cloth belt around his eyes.Liu Lanting only heard his father's voice first, then a woman's voice, and finally his mother's voice. When the tie was released, Liu Lanting found himself locked in a cellar. When her mother put a lamp by her side, she told him tearfully. Said: "Qilang, the lives of the whole family are in your hands. Dad forbids you to open the chain on your feet, so I have to wrong you for a few days. You have everything to eat and use. The toilet is in the corner. You can sleep in it." On this leather mattress, be careful that the moisture will damage your muscles and bones. Your father will find a way, and you can rest assured that you will not dare to move any more!"

Liu Lanting asked urgently: "Mom, what kind of place is this?" The mother patted her son on the shoulder, "This is the silver cellar of our Dunmutang. It is the safest place, and no one else will know about it. You can wait with peace of mind." Seeing his mother back out, the heavy wooden door was locked, and the dark cellar sank into a tomb-like silence, Liu Lanting heard his own blood surging in his ears like a tide.Liu Lanting had only heard before that his father had a secret cellar for storing silver.But he had never really seen it, let alone thought that he would be locked in this cellar.The entire cellar is the size of two rooms, and porcelain jars filled with silver ingots are lined up one after another.The money was collected urgently by my father from the wells, stoves, cabinets, and cabins of Dunmu Hall after the assassination of the magistrate.The faint light struggled feebly under the weight of the ground, and reflected light faintly on the damp stone walls.Liu Lanting couldn't help laughing wryly... In the end, he, the revolutionary party, was not caught by the officers and soldiers, but was caught by his old father and locked up in the cellar with the money!Liu Lanting had only seen the so-called yin and yang worlds in books and plays before, and never thought that he would experience it himself. After imprisoning his son in the silver cellar, Liu Sangong naturally understood that he had already taken a huge matter into his hands.It's life and death.Liu Sangong is determined to use his own method to save Dunmutang, and is determined to do his best to save his city. In the gate of Guixin Garden in Dunmu Hall, Confucian Temple Street, the old city, the familiar sound of drums finally sounded.Hearing the familiar sound of music, the people of Yincheng finally let go of all doubts and guesses.They knew that this was the concert performed by Liu Sangong’s mansion last night, and that the Yuqing troupe of Dunmutang was playing music today, and they also knew that this piece of music was called “Fu Lu Shou”, which was specially composed by the Yuqing troupe to celebrate Liu Sangong’s birthday. a tune.Today is August 20th, the second year of Xuantong in the Qing Dynasty, and it is Liu Sangong's 60th birthday.Every year on August 20th, this piece of music is played in the compound of Guixin Garden in Dunmu Hall.According to the custom, Liu Sangong's life is usually a small one, and every tenth is a big one.Although the assassination of the magistrate caused panic.But as soon as "Fu Lu Shou" sounded, the general offices of the eight major saltworks in Yincheng, all the big figures in the old and new cities, the general masters of the Shangshuiguan Wharf, the chief helmsmen of all the bannermen, the big and small bosses of the eight hundred shops, The merchants who came to Yincheng to do business, and the shopkeepers of various banks and banks in Yincheng still came to celebrate their birthdays with gifts.Of course, the Dragon and Tiger Beggar Gang came to "catch the wine" team.The entire Confucian Temple Street is full of people and cars.Sixty years of reincarnation, a birthday that even ordinary people value.What's more, Liu Sangong, the leader of the eight major saltworks in Yincheng.For this big event, the entire Liu family has been preparing for a whole year.I specially went to Beijing to order a six-open cloisonne longevity screen.Go to Jingdezhen to order 60 sets of blue and white porcelain tableware.I went to Chengdu Sheng'anfu Tailoring Co., Ltd. to order Shu embroidered mandarin gowns and gowns. I also asked the craftsmen of Huatailong Jewelry to make a walking stick of nanmu wood with gold silk inlays and inscriptions on Baishou.A month ago, Dunmutang had reserved more than half of the hotels and chariot and horse shops in the old city, preparing to entertain visitors from afar and their bearers and coachmen for accommodation.Every time Liu Sangong celebrates his birthday, the seven-entry deep house in Guixin Garden can’t accommodate so many guests. Every time, we have to set up tents in the front and back yards, and on the edge of the "Xieyin" lake under the rockery. Table banquet entertains guests.Within three days, chefs from all over Silver City will be invited to show their talents on the table.Within three days, in addition to Dunmutang's own Yuqing class, a lot of money will be paid to hire famous actors from all walks of life in Tongjiang to perform their stunts.Those were three days of real debauchery and orchestration.Those were three days of real crowds and laughter.During these three days, the Osmanthus Garden, which consists of houses, ancestral halls, theater buildings, waterside pavilions, flower halls, corridors, and gardens, will be crowded with guests who come to celebrate their birthdays.The music troupe welcoming guests in front of the door rotates in three shifts, playing non-stop.After all the main guests have arrived, the deacon Lisheng will "sing the ceremony" loudly in the main living room to the sound of the drums of the Yuqing class, and report the birthday gifts sent by the guests one by one. The congratulatory poems should be sung according to the rhyme.In addition to Liu Sangong's year, bureaucrat, family, family, relatives, and friends, the princes and officials of the capital, the local governors, roads, government officials, and county officials, and Confucian celebrities from surrounding counties, will all appear on the list.This gift list is the most important thing to save face, and all the guests will pay attention to the official positions and names appearing on this gift list.If you haven't heard this gift list, you will not know how deep the roots of the host's family are.In Yincheng, the birthdays of the chief executives of the major saltworks are no longer a private matter of their own families.Everyone has an account in mind, and all the days must be kept in mind.Because those grand occasions for birthday celebrations have become the best places for salt merchants to make contact, inquire about the market, raise funds, decide on trade-offs, and join forces.Yincheng has a catchphrase: It is better to miss the exam in Beijing than to hold a birthday peach.For hundreds of years, the salt merchants of Silver City created and enjoyed prosperity in their city.In this creation and enjoyment, they build self-confidence that is self-evident, and sometimes they are turned upside down by them unconsciously. With the sound of "Fu Lu Shou" in Guixin Garden on Wenmiao Street, Yincheng people seem to be able to return to their long days.All the guests saw Chen Bangtong, the deputy sent by Nie Qinxuan.The smiling Chen Bangtong said that Commander Nie had important military affairs, so he was specially sent to pay homage to San Gong on his birthday.Seeing this smiling face, the tension in Yincheng's heart was half loosened.Seeing that the two protagonists on the ground of Yincheng were still interacting and socializing in an amicable manner, while drinking and drinking, people also guessed that the crisis seemed to be being resolved when they swallowed delicious food.The Revolutionary Party riot is imminent, and the assassin who killed the magistrate has just surrendered, so it is reasonable that Commander Nie cannot come to drink Liu Sangong's birthday wine in person.Even though something happened to the Liu family's education school, Qilang was nowhere to be seen in Guixin Garden.But as long as Dunmutang's business continues and Liu Sangong's birthday is celebrated, Yincheng will not change much, and Yincheng will remain the original Yincheng. At midnight on this day, in the dark night, a sedan chair carried by two people quietly left the back door of Guixin Garden, and then quietly walked into the side door of Anding Camp.No one saw when this sedan chair came out of the barracks, and no one knew who was sitting in that sedan chair. No one expected that things would turn out to be so unexpected in the end.Liu Sangong actually turned his head white overnight.Afterwards, no one in Yincheng dared to drink with the silver-haired Liu Sangong again.As long as he has a glass of old wine, Liu Sangong will bring up the account that will never go wrong.Under the trembling white hair under the power of alcohol, Liu Sangong always smiled humbly and perplexed, and always said the same thing over and over again: "We are all businessmen. I, Liu, is just a salt businessman. , all you can do in life is to do one’s duty. The duty of a businessman is to settle accounts. You will also be able to settle my account. Throughout the ages, there are all kinds of strange things in the world, and they are nothing more than two things. One is called destiny, and the other Matters are called human affairs. Destiny cannot be counted, it means to be resigned to fate. Human affairs, no matter how big or small, whether it is as big as the country or the country, or as small as firewood, rice, oil and salt, are just an account. Since it is an account, there will be income and expenditure. There is nothing unfair in the world. This is a truth that has never changed through the ages. "None of us know that according to the rules of the Qing Dynasty, civil and military officials were divided into nine grades and eighteen grades. Officials in Beijing were given Lumi in addition to their salaries. Officials outside were not given Lumi and were also paid. He wore a giant clam on his head. The total annual salary of six grades is fifteen taels of silver, thirty-three taels of salary, and one hundred and twenty taels of maintenance silver. The three items add up to one hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver. In addition, according to the usual practice, The military officers of the green battalion all deducted the food and salaries of the soldiers as rewards. Over the years, the green battalion has declined and been cut down repeatedly. The thousand president leaders of the Yincheng Anding Camp are at most around 1,000, and the food and salaries that can be deducted by him are at most three or four hundred taels. That is to say , to be a general manager of the Qing Dynasty, the sum of the silver earned in a year is only about five hundred taels. Thousands of miles away from home, stationed for ten years, the value is only five thousand taels of silver. If a person is thirty years old After joining Qian Zong, he was dismissed and returned to his hometown at the age of fifty. The silver he earned in his lifetime as a soldier was only 10,000 taels. This also requires that he not be killed or injured, and his official fortune be smooth. If you give a Qian Zong 20,000 taels of silver, it is equivalent to giving him two taels of silver. He will not die or be hurt in his life, and his official fortune will be smooth. If he is given 30,000 taels of silver, then even his descendants can enjoy the glory and wealth. Since the imperial court distributes the money to support honesty. There is also a price. This is the rule of the Qing Dynasty. This is not a price that our businessmen mess up. Everyone can buy something with a price. It just depends on what you want to do and how much you are willing to pay. Less money. The major issue of the war between the two countries, in the end, isn’t it settled with money? How many major defeats in the Qing Dynasty have been fought, and the court spent money to settle it? I want to save my son, and I want to save Yincheng. Of course I The price paid was far more than 30,000 taels. Which one of you can’t calculate this account? You can figure it out clearly with your fingers. How can I get silver and use it like that? Anyone can calculate the account of silver, but where is the account of destiny? Even if it is clear? Where did I think that no amount of money can buy destiny? Our Dunmutang is clearly doomed, and I am eager to save my son, but my old eyesight miscalculated destiny..." Liu Sangong's calculation of this account is so logical that it makes people cry, and the people of Yincheng want to talk about it, and sigh repeatedly.