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windy sand 司马中原 2716Words 2018-03-19
The sharp wind after the snow whistled high-pitched, swept across the field at a low level, and swept away the noise of the squeaking axles. Normally, as long as you set your legs on the road, Shi Er and the big dog will open up. Chatter box, as long as the road is, their words will be as long.But today, when the brothers next to me gossip along the way, those two push the boring cart with their heads hooked, and they can't get a fart with three punches and two legs.The reason is that only the two of them understand in their hearts that the other person's wine bag is filled with wine, but their wine bag is filled with water.

The big ferry goes south all the way to the lake, and even its damn road is awkward. It is often cut off by ditches and cross-flowing river forks. If you can't walk for three or five miles, you have to wait for the ferry. It is very suitable.Before leaving Yanshi, Guan Baye warned repeatedly that this road is far more difficult than wandering around the deserted lake for forty miles. The Shuizawa area has long been a well-known bandit den. For the four judges, the Liuhe Gang fell with more than a dozen personnel, and they couldn't get in touch with the old man Peng of the militia, and let Yanshi be swallowed up by Sun Chuanfang again in a helpless situation. The meaning is not just for taking this smuggled salt.

But in the eyes of Shorty Shi Er and Gou Xiong, only with wine can life be hopeful, without wine, even the sun will become dark.Both of them held their breath in their hearts until the afternoon, when their stomachs were about to explode, and then they cursed and complained and spit out words. "Short ghost, you are a fucking star," the big bear said, "Since I met you, my mother has been covered by my mother's star; I have been poor for eight lifetimes! If you hadn't dragged me into the water, how could Eighth Master Break my drink?!" "Forget it!" Shorty Shi Er complained: "If you don't have wine, you can't live. When Xieba arrives at the wild shop, why don't you jump into the wine jar and commit suicide?!--Eighth Master can't stop you from doing it!" Drunk ghost!"

The big bear wiped his saliva on his sleeve again and said, "I don't have the energy to have fun with you, dwarf, from now on, neither of us should mention the word wine again! Grandma, whenever you mention it, the wine bugs will come to you." Climbing up makes people's throats itch, it's really uncomfortable!" "It's also good to drink wine, and hope plum blossoms to quench your thirst and quench your thirst," said the second dwarf Shi, "Maybe Eighth Master is just bluffing to scare us two brothers. In less than three or two days, if he is so happy, maybe he will be happy." ...Hey, let's break the precept!"

"You two don't want to think about it in vain!" Xiang Lao San frowned with thick eyebrows and said, "Actually, Ba Ye wants you not to drink, I think it's best,... Maybe along the way, Judge Zhu Si set up a black shop, and the Mongolian sweat medicine soaked in the wine, one cup of it, the world is spinning, and in a few hours, it will become human flesh stuffed buns!" As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter. Talking about black shops and sweat medicines are all jokes. If it is said that there will be troubles along the way, it is true. When things come to an end, you can't help but worry about it. I had no choice but to walk on the road; I didn't go through the fire in Wanjialou, and I still couldn't figure out the background of the fourth judge, so I was always a little hairy. After confronting the fourth judge, saying that he was so powerful, I ran for two Feet are longer than humans, but there is nothing to be afraid of!

Just when everyone was talking about the world, all the worries were thrown on the shoulders of Guan Baye, who was kicking the road in front of the convoy; pulling a gun to protect the dam in Yanshi was a dangerous move, and this pawn Will my son survive?All on their own.The situation is obvious. The reason why the officials and gentry in Yanshi play this game is that they are surrounded by the enthusiasm of the people on the back of the tiger. In fact, they still have a three-pointed activity in their hearts--traveling with prostitutes, luxurious banquets, and monopolizing salt. Li, it can only be done on the territory of the Beiyang Army. The Northern Expeditionary Army is here, but there is no such thing as convenient!To tell the truth, asking them to quit drinking is probably a hundred times harder than shorty Shier and Big Bear to quit drinking!Those who really supported Yanshi's resistance against Beiyang were only those residents who could not bear the harassment of the Beiyang army, the squatter households who had left their homes and were furious, as well as Mr. Dai and his apprentices. Not a single bullet is allowed. After all, human beings are made of flesh and blood, and they are not made of copper and iron. If the Yanshi City is on fire, the Beiyang Defense Army will definitely collaborate with various bandits to attack from the north and the south. I really dare not think too much about the tragic situation. If I want to keep Yanshi and save the people, I must see old man Peng one day sooner!

Then again, the road to the south of the Dadukou is not for the impatient. If you don’t wait for the ferry, the salt trucks will never be able to fly past those criss-crossing river bends and ports. Although I have left the word life and death behind After death, I don't care about Judge Zhu's revenge, but if Judge Zhu really understands face to face, things will be easy to handle. Apart from precautions, there is no better way to come up with it!The footsteps of a white horse and a piece of jade are faster than a dead barley-colored mule. People look at the surrounding fields on horseback, and there is no trace of movement except for the roar of the wind. On a short-cut village, the golden winter sun It shone on the wheat haystacks, emitting a dazzling light; a group of village women were busy cutting sweet potato slices at the foot of the haystacks in the lee, and hanging them on the rows of horizontal ropes pulled up; The old lady in the cloth kerchief was carrying a small wooden bucket to catch the drowning of the yellow ox that was being ground. After catching the drowning, with a heck, the yellow ox dragged the huge stone roller on the milling plate and began to circle around again, pursing its mouth, singing (*a song without words sung by cattle in the north.) Her voice is calm and serene, with a slight hint of hoarse desolation... It can be judged that Judge Zhu's bandits are not nearby. , and never harassed the scattered villagers in the area, otherwise, the villagers would not be so at ease.

Some dogs in the village, hearing the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of axles on the road behind, rushed out of the village entrance from a distance, barking in vain. "Listen, isn't it the salt trucks coming again?!" An older woman called out to her daughter-in-law: "Mother of the little mouse, a group of salt trucks passed by the village this morning. We forgot to stop the salt truck and ask them for a ladle of salt. (Ladle, a common water ladle in the north, is made by splitting gourds.) Why don’t you go get the ladle?!……… , if you don’t pickle it, the vegetables in the cellar will freeze to pieces!”

"The salt truck is really strange." Another dark-faced woman stopped the sweet potato rub and said, "There are often salt trucks in the past, but this year there are always a lot of gangs! Don't come, and they won't come when they are red-eyed." , how many times a day can pass...I have to go back to the house to get the ladle!" "Hey, her second aunt, wait for me, Ajin, Xuegui, let's go back to get the scoop too...don't forget to bring some freshly baked vegetable cakes to exchange for salt..." Guan Baye reined in the white horse and looked up at the sun. It was almost noon. He knew that in the deserted villages scattered along this road, people used to exchange a few spoonfuls of salt with a meal of hot tea and rice. There were salt trucks passing by on this road constantly. It is far more convenient to buy salt at a market dozens of miles away than to stop a car to exchange salt.That being the case, why not get up on your legs, rest at the entrance of the village for a while, and ask the village women what's going on during the meal... Guan Baye has unloaded the animals, and the salt market has already been pushed all the way.When the car arrived at the entrance of the village, Lei Yipao followed Guan Baye's hand gestures and called out, and the sixteen sounding salt trucks lined up neatly and rested on the roadside at the entrance of the village.

Village women are very considerate in receiving visitors from other places. They found a place leeward of the wind and sunny, and arranged some long, short, high, and short wooden stools to let the men pushing salt rest their legs. The big pot of hot barley tea, The small pan filled with thick black shredded tobacco came out in its entirety.Several women who were waiting to change the salt brought out a large stack of pancakes. "Forget it, a few scoops of salt are trivial," Lei Yipao said with a smile, "You guys are too polite, that Shi Er, you open the lid of the basket and scoop some for them!"

"Come on, how can we accept your salt in vain? We have worked so hard all the way here... This is not a business, home-baked cakes, just eat something to satisfy our hunger." The older woman said. Shorty Shi Er took the ladle, picked up a piece of vegetable cake and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he couldn't understand his words and said: "Really...really, this is outrageous, how delicious your cake is..." "Beware of choking your throat!" Who said, "I'm afraid you're not too little, it's good enough!" "I said, ma'am, you mean you saw a salt truck passing by in the morning?" Guan Baye let go of the white horse, and walked over to ask as it was strolling in the wheat field. "That's not true," the woman said with her face turned sideways, looking at the parked salt trucks, "It is estimated that there are also 20 salt trucks, led by a big black man riding a mule, and there is no stop here. Do you want to catch up with the store and settle down?" "How long have they been gone?"
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