Chapter 7 0007

After Li Shikun, the iron head, there have been several times when various bandits were lured by high profits and joined hands to attack Wanjialou. Unfortunately, even the outside Weizi never rushed in. When they were about to retreat, they always stayed more or less A few naive corpses, as if they have suffered a lifetime and are unwilling to sleep in Wanjia's coffin. ——Since Li Shikun's incident, there seems to be an unwritten example in Wanjialou. The coffins for the bandits are not made of thin leather, but the eighteen sections of Jin wood.After these incidents, the underworld finally opened their eyes and realized that unless someone thinks that putting his head on his neck is in the way, otherwise, don't touch Wanjialou's idea if he lives for a day.It's been decades, and I haven't heard of a child of the size of the earth character daring to move Wanjialou.Especially in the hands of Mr. Wan Jinbiao Wan, the momentum of Wanjialou not only suppressed the gangsters, but even the handsome generals in Beiyang did not buy it.On the land of the Wanjia, the tax is collected by the Wanjia itself, and the grain is paid by the families of the houses to the hands of Mr. Wan. Mr. Wan set up an accounting room just for these.

"Where there is a famine, where there is a disaster, your officials will send a letter, and our Wan family will send people out to release relief directly; the surname Wan will not be greedy for this money." Master Wan said to the county magistrate: "Now these handsome generals, who can be regarded as a serious master? Zhang is born today, and Wei is cooked tomorrow. We only have a sum of money and food in Wanjialou, who should it be handed over to?...The money and food arrive at them Hands, either buying guns or selling soil, (referring to opium and tobacco,) They have the heart to disturb the people and harm the people, I can't bear it. If I say what I say, it counts. , as many as thousands of human guns."

Yes, in the Qing Dynasty, no one in the Wan family had achieved fame, not to mention civil and martial arts, and no one even wore a scholar's square scarf.Wanjia didn't become an official, so we can't just laugh at Wanjia as some wealthy landowners. The three flagpoles in front of Wanjialou were bestowed by the Daoguang, Xianfeng, and Tongzhi dynasties of the previous dynasty. Lou, Ming is rewarding Wanjialou for killing bandits and providing disaster relief. He really wants to use this to collect more food and taxes.The three flagpoles and the plaque of "Family of Accumulation of Goodness" inscribed by a royal pen cannot buy the integrity of the Wan family, who have always regarded themselves as descendants of Ming officials. The Wan family is not a meat-headed rich man who values ​​money. Most of them have the wildness and pride of the characters in the rivers and lakes.

Judge Zhu Si was indeed a fierce and spicy guy on the underworld in the Northland. He had been on the road for less than ten years. Let alone more than 200 miscellaneous guns, more than 20 horses, and some big households in Chaijiabao, Zhengjiawei, and Qixingtan in Dangbei; but in the eyes of Wan Shibao, four judges are enough. Not a grain of sand.At least, the human guns under the fourth judge's hands are not worthy of supporting others when compared with the iron man Li Shikun back then, and the strength of Wanjialou is much stronger than the single-handed firecrackers and mother cannons back then.

"As long as the fourth judge has this interest," someone in Baoye's clan pulled out the mace that the fourth judge stood outside the Beiwei Gate of Wanjia Building, and said with a faint smile: "We should also play with him." Playing with guns..." The torch was burning in the dark night, and the square in front of Wanjialou was burned to a dark red.The mighty and silent tall building looked desolate and old during the day, but in the light of the fire tonight, it seemed to have regained the heroic posture of looking at the wilderness in the past.A row of torches as thick as arms were inserted into the protruding iron frame between the stone walls of the tall building, and black oily smoke curled up on the living and trembling snake tongues. As if bathed in lightning; the moss-covered glazed tile ridge is densely overgrown with tile pines more than a foot high; Together, painted a layer of hazy mysterious color.And those crowds who flocked to the square were all indulging in the scene of the competition on the ground.Judge Zhu Si wants to convict Wanjialou?What about a group of ants dreaming of lifting an elephant?Pooh!Let his toad, who has never opened his eyes in the corner of the earth, come and see the meetings of the various houses in Wanjialou.In the past, there are often competitions, and those competitions are just for the Spring Festival, God’s Day, or shrine. Scrolling to the Wanjia Building, the Wanjia Building has its gates wide open on all sides, and it is lively for those bandits to see, but the Wanjia didn't pay attention to those hairy people.On the night of the Fourteenth, the dark clouds have not faded away, and the full moon often walks behind the clouds, casting some dizzy light, which can't help being illuminated by lanterns and torches all over the street. But nothing; before the game, the lantern teams from each house were pulled out first. Some flat traffic lanterns, square box lights, and number one horse lanterns with shades were hung on high poles and scattered on both sides of the street all the way. The head is higher than the eaves and the lights are constantly flickering, and the halo splashes on the shoulders and faces of the crowd. Looking into the distance, it looks like stars.After the lantern team dispersed, a group of cavalry appeared around the young Patriarch Baoye of Wanjialou and his brother Yeye.Bao Ye is a handsome and unrestrained person, not only Wanjialou is well-known, but also everyone in the city and villages from south to north is not unaware of it.Among the people in Wanjialou, there are old men with beards, but in terms of seniority, the elders are all young people; although Master Bao is only 33 or 4 years old, at the age of 18, he helped Mr. Wan led the gun team of Qifang; Master Bao played with guns since he was a child, and did not plan to lead the gun team himself in the future. Playing with guns is just playing with guns. It is like carrying a thrush cage to store various purple sand teapots.Baoye's personality is multi-faceted. When he is calm, he sees everything as smooth and smooth, but when he is stubborn, he is three points harder than an anvil.Even Baoye himself didn't think that "as long as you work hard, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle." That sentence, Baoye is very interested in playing guns. I have played with all kinds of box guns and eight-inch pistols; I have played with German-made horse cards and British-made toads; Put it away, put your hands in your pockets, chat with people, put it together, and even unpack it, all without the effort of a bag of cigarettes.Bao Ye is not only proficient in shooting guns, but is even better at using guns. Many people in Wanjialou have seen Bao Ye's unique skill - one hand reloads the gun, and the other hand No need to stick out the armholes.In terms of accuracy, the young master of the second room is a well-known good shooter, and Mr. Bao said he is not as good as him; but no one has seen the two of them compare guns,—— Mr. Bao has such a good temper, and he does not follow People strive for strength.On the contrary, Mr. Gu said that when Mr. Bao played with guns, he only learned the side of fisting and embroidering his legs.

Tonight's Lord Bao rode his beloved white horse "One Piece of Jade" and walked slowly from the crowded street. In the eyes of the clansmen, they felt that Lord Bao was very excited tonight, and maybe he had a few drinks before the meeting. A glass of wine dyed his delicate white face a little red; Baoye on horseback was wearing a very fashionable black wool top hat with the brim slightly slanted; a very light and thin squirrel fur robe , purple satin tufted flower face, no mantle robe, large clusters of tufted flowers shone brilliantly in the light of the street lights.As for guns, Mr. Bao never leaves him, but Mr. Bao does not carry guns like a bunch of rough men, who randomly put them in the convenient places on both sides of the belt, dragging disgusting red and green silk tassels; Bao Ye's self-made pistol was put in the left side pocket, and a piece of exquisite black leather belt was pulled out. In addition, in the special leather case on both sides of the horse bag, two speed machines were buckled diagonally.

"Hey, Lord Bao, Lord Bao, how sooner or later will you be out of the meeting?" "The moon is all over the roof!" A herd of horses passed by the gate of Mr. Zhen’s house in Lao Qifang. Mr. Zhen’s younger sister and a group of blooming guests crowded together on the high platform below the gate, carrying two or three lanterns, stretching them out and shaking them, entangled Mr. Bao and shouted. up.In Wanjialou, there are only four brothers and sisters who are of the same generation as Master Bao. Among them, Master Zhen's younger sister is the youngest, who was called "little aunt" by the clan officials at the age of nineteen.The little aunt is a coquettish and temperamental girl, she is very strong, every time the competition is held, the winner is either the eldest wife or the second wife, Zhenye Wen Tun, who is in his forties, is used to not taking it seriously, but the little aunt is a little bit unconvinced This time, Qifang sent a bright sedan chair to Dingshahekou Farm, and my aunt personally drove the car to Shahekou, eighteen miles away, took out a sum of money from her own house to decorate the sedan chair, and vowed to fight for the first name.

"Don't worry, Fifth Younger Sister." Master Bao reined in his horse with a smile on his face, raised his head with a piece of jade, stretched his nose to smell the wax scent in the lantern in my aunt's hand: "I said don't worry, your desk is bright. The sedan chair is really well decorated, especially the five golden-leaf phoenixes on the top of the sedan chair, which are all made of seven-colored glass beads and gold pieces strung together, thanks to your delicate heart." "Don't be disgusting, the silver embroidered unicorn on the roof of your sedan chair scares people just because of its embroidery skills. Do you think people don't know about it?!"

"The glamor of the sedan chair is useless." Baoye said: "Just look at the men who drive the sedan chair at Shahekou to help you. If one of the twenty-four of them wanders off, fifth sister, I say, Your hard work is not in vain." "I'm not coming!" My aunt twisted the lantern in her hand and yelled, "Be careful if someone spits on you, before you have a meeting, you will curse someone to turn the sedan chair upside down, making people feel uncomfortable. What are you doing?" Still not rushing out of the meeting? His ankles are all sore." "Even if your sedan chair is well-decorated," Master Bao said, "you don't all rely on the people in Wanjialou to praise you, do you?... I'm serious, Fifth Sister, tonight, our Wanjialou will It would be really nice to have distinguished guests come and let them give your sedan chair a thumbs up."

"Distinguished guests?" My aunt laughed tremblingly at the lantern: "Where are there so many distinguished guests?! Bandits like Judge Zhu Si are worthy!" Lord Bao reined in the white horse a little closer: "I didn't mention Judge Zhu Si, did I?! If it was Judge Zhu Si, I wouldn't have mentioned it to you!" "Who? Who are you talking about?" "You won't know if you tell me," Baoye said, "He is a young man who was born in Ganlazi (that is, pulling salt trucks) in the salt gang, the boss of Shuangqiangluo, and later became an earth-shattering fierce hero Guan Baye! "