Chapter 6 0006

Guan Baye looked up at the moon in the gap between the clouds, a large flat light burned the broken cloud, and moved upwards, but there was no moon in sight, only the bright cloud was burned white, Like a pool of cracked ice. "It's not that I worry too much, brother," Guan Baye pondered: "If I, Guan Ba, could lie on this piece of land with Boss Luo back then, I wouldn't have anything to worry about. People live in the rivers and lakes. In wanderings, there is always a meticulous kindness... Enmity. Speaking of which, this is my personal matter, but I am always worried that it will drag everyone down. Even if one is dragged down, I will feel uneasy. —— I guess Guaranteed that the fourth magistrate will do something in the next few days, unless I don't run into each other, otherwise, everyone, don't mind, I will follow the third son, two old people from the Liuhe gang, but I can't stand still."

"What if someone volunteered to help you? Wouldn't it be good to die without complaint?" "Don't talk about that." Guan Baye's voice was a little annoyed: "At least, I don't need help. I tell you this because you should be more cautious among the brothers today. I fell down in Wanjialou, please do whatever you can, so that you can lead this trip to the ground. I will be locked up tonight, and that’s all I can say!" Lei Yipao was full of words, but forced himself to press back, with a cold face, and swallowed dryly.The moonlight finally melted a piece of cloud on the zenith, revealing a few sparse stars.The dark starlight and the moonlight behind the clouds finally outline the shadows of seven ancient willow trees. Guan Baye remembers hearing people say that the seven willow trees are still more than two hundred In the past few years, the second ancestor of the Wan family, the seven brothers, planted it with their own hands, so it is also called "brother willow".These seven bent old willows form a ring, and the center of the ring is covering the deserted road. The seven trees are very close together, and now the branches overlap each other, and some of them are pressed together; The image is just like a group of loyal brothers who swear to live and die together. When winter comes, the branches embrace each other, embrace the cold wind together, and when spring comes, welcome the spring with the same green and share the spring scenery.But Wang Shuhuairen, thinking of Boss Luo and his brothers, his heart swelled, filled with burning hatred and sorrow.Throughout the ages, how many rivers and lakes brothers can be with Baishou?

"Listen over there, Eighth Master." Lei Yipao pointed to the south: "Xiang Lao San is back!" Guan Baye interrupted the confusion and went up to him. "What, third child, have you met Master Bao?" Xiang Laosan took the animals: "I've seen it, Baoye said that it is necessary to bring a gun into the polder, and now the four-sided polder gate is open all night, and the people in Wanjialou say: 'I heard that the four judges are going to go to Wanjialou. Let's go to the competition and let those thieves come in to open their eyes!'" "A race meeting?" Guan Baye asked again deliberately.

"Isn't it something about the competition?" Xiang Laosan said with a wry smile: "There are seven clubs at the head of the seventh house of Wanjia Building, lion dancers, dragon dancers, dry boat races and gongs and drums, lanterns and colorful sedan chairs. , We have it all. We came in time, I heard that the elder Bao Ye of the first room, the young Gu Ye of the second room, and the Zhen Ye of the seventh room, the three teams are the toughest, and when they compete, it will be worth watching." "What else did Master Bao tell you?" Xiang Laosan dismounted the animal, and returned the reins to Guan Baye: "Baoye said, he was very happy to hear that you personally led the Liuhe Gang, and Baoye said in the clan that you are a very powerful and good man. Boss Luo was even more prestigious back then, and Lord Bao said that the dance would last for three nights, and he would stay for three nights with Liuhe to be a witness, proving that Judge Zhu Si was a cowhide, and he didn't dare to shake a brick in Wanjialou... What do you think? ? Lord Eight."

"Tell the brother to pull his legs immediately, let's shoot the gun." Guan Baye stomped at the third child and said, "I said the third child, this is going to be bad." Those who have never walked through the wild reeds for forty miles, or entered Wanjialou, would never believe that Wanjialou has such a mighty momentum, rising like a mirage, covering the vast field of wind and sand.Wanjialou, a densely populated market town full of colorful flowers, is built on a large flat beam three miles away from Yeludang. (Note: a flat-roofed highland.) Six streets and eighteen alleys are dotted with a spider web, and in the middle of the spider web is a large square. In the center of the square stands the tall stone building that symbolizes the glory of the ancestors of the Wan family.This high-rise building is the entrance of the Wanjia Ancestral Hall, and is connected with green brick wing walls on both sides.Pass through the square, climb up the twenty-four granite steps, pass through the arch in the center of the building like a corridor, and face a row of five main halls in the Wanjia ancestral hall. The building is three feet six feet high and divided into three floors. The form of the building deliberately imitates the appearance of ancient city towers; Glazed tiles, slanted eaves and corners, all hung with ancient copper wind chimes.In the season of clear autumn, passers-by can see the spire of the tall building from ten miles away, its black outline protruding from the long rolling white clouds; The tile ridges of the tiles are stacked on top of each other, one layer higher than the other, like arhats stacked on top of each other.These ancient family properties were all built in the hands of the seventh brothers, the ancestors of the second generation of the Wan family. Only the brick kilns in the Ming Dynasty could burn huge green bricks of sixteen catties each; Located at the cross street opposite Wanjialou, the remaining six houses each occupy a street, and there are always seven or eight workers hired by each house, long-term workers, short-term workers, tenants who rent out nearby fields, and people with foreign surnames who come here for business. Hundreds of families make this market town on a large flat beam support a barren land in the northwest corner.It is precisely because of the great wealth of the Wan family that they have been coveted by people in the underworld for many years. According to legends in the rivers and lakes, the wealth of the Wan family cannot be counted. It is made of brass, and the beams are sealed with the family treasures of the Wan family—two night pearls the size of pigeons; it is said that the Wan family has seven houses, and the four corners of the main house of each house are buried with the treasures of the town house. Two lotus vats, two lotus vats, are turned upside down so that the glutinous rice juice glue and lime are tightly embedded. The vats are full of gold nuggets, silver ingots, red agates, and white ones. Pearl; it refers to the wealth of Wanjia (roughly refers to the treasure buried in the ground.) If it is turned into a silver ocean and sprinkled out, it can make the silver rain fall for three days from forty miles of reeds.Who really saw it? !No one has seen it, even Wan Shibao, who is young and senior, who succeeded Wan Jinbiao as the patriarch, feels that these legends are too exaggerated and absurd.In fact, those legends are not without reason, just because everyone can see it, Wanjialou is truly incomparable in all counties here.The fields of the Wanjia Qifang family can be hung with a signboard of a thousand hectares. Within a hundred miles, there is no place without Wanjia's farm.The Wan family's granaries were the big accounts of the eighteen counties here in the previous dynasty, and the Wan family's mules, horses and livestock always had thousands of horses, all of which could not be faked.I am afraid that only the gatekeeper lions with white Buddhist stones on both sides of the gate of Wanjialou know how many hardships and vicissitudes Wanjialou has experienced in the past few hundred years just for the wealth of the Wanjia family.During the reign of Tongzhi, Li Shikun, the leader of the gangsters here, mobilized more than a thousand minions and attacked Wanjialou. The two sides held each other for more than ten days. However, they were still called to block back, and did not touch a single stone in Wanjialou; the bandits, relying on their large numbers of people, changed to rushing to Weizi in broad daylight. Big coat, dancing two single knives to lead the charge, the disciples under him were all shirtless, with red scarves tied to their foreheads, and while rushing upwards, they let out earth-shattering strange roars.Li Shikun originally thought that spreading out this kind of battle would scare the hearts of the Wan family without really rushing. It is common for the rich family to protect their money and resist small groups of thieves. , Will you really care about money and disregard life? ! ... At that time, there were only about three hundred people from the Wan family guarding the fair, and the seven cannons, which were less than half of the bandits.

Li Shikun rushed to the wooden gate at the entrance of the fair, stopped and took out a plate into the fair; "Twelve thousand taels of silver, as long as a hair is pulled from Wanjialou Jiuniu, and the silver is carried out, the troops will be withdrawn." Lou answered well, saying that he only wanted to spend 1,200 taels of silver to collect the corpses of Chief Li and his subordinates.When Li Shikun heard this, his heart and lungs exploded, he swung two bright single knives and clamored to climb the polder, and got involved, as long as he met Wan, no matter whether he was a three-foot virgin boy or a two-foot virgin, he would use the knife.As soon as the words were finished, the cannons on the fair rang, and iron sand, iron lotus seeds and iron triangles from Dapeng were sprinkled on the head of the iron head Li Shikun, as if to test whether his so-called iron head was real or not? !It's a pity that Li Shikun's brains refused to live up to his expectations, and he was smashed into a bloody rotten watermelon.A man without a head must die, and a bird without a head must scatter; after the bandits dispersed, Wanjialou really collected the corpses of the bandits and buried them.At that time, if there was any damage to Wanjialou, it would be to make the family of the second room a little bit poorer.

Although the gatekeeper lion of the White Brahma Stone cannot speak, such ancient and terrifying stories have been passed down from generation to generation and engraved in the hearts of the descendants of the Wan family.