Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight

Zhang San is determined to find the informer.He bid farewell to the nun to find Master Wan.Baye Wan lived in a courtyard in Caishikou, Nancheng. The courtyard was not big, and there was a crooked jujube tree in the courtyard, with random branches extending outside the courtyard wall, and a rich gate with green tiles.There is a pair of couplets at the door. The left couplet is: chest skills have been passed down for a long time; the right couplet is: long rhyme in wrestling. Zhang San knocked on the door, and after a while, Baye Wan's wife stuck out half of her head.When she saw Zhang San, she was overjoyed, and shouted: "Oh, it's the third master, hurry up and sit in the room."

Zhang San whispered: "Is the eighth master asleep?" "He, he has never laid down the kang so early and is still thinking about wrestling. He is not like you holding a wine jar all day long! He loves wrestling like his life, sometimes he dreams of wrestling, and he doesn't mind telling it You are poor. Once he fell asleep and fell asleep, thinking I was a wrestler, and threw me off the kang..." As soon as the woman opened the chatterbox, she chattered endlessly, like a flood, with knives and chopping constantly, The loud voice made the walls tremble. Knowing her problem, Zhang San walked in the door and walked straight to the main room.Inside the house, Master Wanba was shirtless, revealing lumps all over his body, and the black hair on his chest stood upright.He was teaching wrestling to a boy in his teens, with eyes like hickory nuts and a body as hard as a little black tower.Zhang San met at the temple fair in Longfudi, and knew his name was Bao San.

Seeing Zhang San coming in, Wan Baye stopped his posture, wiped his sweat and said, "Hey, the third master is here, sit down quickly." He said and brought over a forest bench next to him.Zhang San said in a hurry: "Ba Ye, I have something urgent to see you." Wan Ba ​​Ye sat down on the kang, took out a cigarette pouch, scooped a bag from the powdered cigarettes on the table, and asked, "What's the matter?" At this time, his wife came in with a bowl of small leaf tea and handed it to Zhang San.Zhang San raised his neck and drank the bowl of tea in one gulp.Passed it to the woman again, and said with a smile: "Big sister, have another bowl!" The eighth master looked at Baosan and said, "This kid's mouth is as strict as a can, let's talk!"

Zhang San told about the killing of nuns in Baiyi Nunnery and women in distress.When Ba Ye heard this, his eyes straightened, his body trembled, and the cigarette pouch dropped with a "click", and Bao San quickly picked it up. "How do you say that, those sisters are really miserable..." Wan Baye's voice was rough, and his eyes were red. Zhang Sandao: "Someone must have leaked the news..." Master Wanba thought: "Who could it be? That day I invited twelve wrestlers to go. Except for Xiao Yingbi and He Liu, 'Little Silver Spear', all of these twelve wrestlers were called by me; Some of them were servants of the Temple of Heaven, and after the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered the Temple of Heaven, they drove them out, and they hated foreigners to the core."

"Are any of the ten wrestlers unruly?" Master Wanba pondered for a while, then said: "There is such a person, his name is Chen Yunjiang, he is a servant of the Temple of Heaven, and also my apprentice. He usually likes to fool around with women and smoke noodles, but his parents are both called foreign soldiers. When I made an appointment that day, he happened to come to see me, so we went together." Zhang San asked anxiously, "Where does he live?" Baye Wan said: "I live at No. 6 Cuihua Hutong, Longfu Temple..." At this point, Baye Wan suddenly raised his voice: "To practice real kung fu, you must practice both left and right sides, you can't just practice the right side and not the left side. , Only by practicing both sides can there be fiction and reality, and confuse the other party. I weigh about 150 catties, and a man who weighs more than 200 catties wrestled with me. If nothing else, I can't even hug his waist. But I made a clever effort to use his strength for mine, and I knocked him down." Master Wanba coughed, and said, "I will first practice hard work to increase strength, like iron locks and stone plates, and then Also practice soft kung fu, like a pimp, stretching, to remove the stiffness and dissolve it, and then you can live, only by doing both soft and hard, and mastering the measure, can you practice the kung fu purely..."

Zhang San saw that Master Wanba suddenly turned to the conversation peak, and the mountain civet cat's eyes showed alert eyes. He couldn't help but look out, only to see a figure cast by the window. Master Wan Ba ​​continued: "I, Wan Yongshun, have lived to this day, and I have finally treated my ancestors well. I have taught a group of apprentices, and I count on them to carry forward their wrestling skills. I think Baosan is a promising kid, even though he is not tall. , but very strong, with strong limbs, as long as you wear his glove, you can't get out. For example, there is a whirlpool in the river, and people who can swim should avoid it. Baosan's technique is like a whirlpool , Whoever gets involved will be defeated. Xiaoyingbi has an apprentice named Shen San, who is a little bit bigger than Bao San, and he is also a good material. He is good at stumbling, quick-witted and flexible. It's also called 'twist skimmer'. Come on, I'll show you how to do it!" Saying this, Master Wanba came out of the house, followed by Zhang San and Bao San.

Master Wan Ba ​​raised his right palm and struck down a boulder in the courtyard. With a "click", the boulder was split into two halves. He chiseled a hole with a chisel, put a pole in the middle and stood it up. The pole was entangled, and he kicked it hard, the stone flew straight towards the house, and a black shadow jumped up on the house, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.Master Wanba praised: "What a handsome skill!" At this time, Wan Baye's wife came out from another room, and she shouted: "Oh, you prodigal, that's my stone for pressing chicken coops, how did you ruin it, alas!"

When Zhang San arrived at Cuihua Alley, it was already late at night, and the cold spring was a bit overwhelming.He came to the small courtyard No. 6, looked through the window, and saw that wrestler Chen Yunjiang was lying on the Xiangcui cigarette couch with his arms around a charming woman.That charming lady is delicate and upright, with a lot of looks and looks. She is wearing an embroidered silk cheongsam, which wraps her charming curves and is exquisite and translucent.Chen Yunjiang closed his eyes slightly, burning the smoke ointment happily.After a while, a faint smoke covered the couch.The huge room was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of "squeaky" smoke guns, and flashes of red light coming out of the smoke.

Zhang San thought: This Chen Yunjiang looks suspicious, but how can he prove that he is an informer? Zhang San came to the opposite room again. Inside was a Yunnan marble screen with a height of one and a half people.There are soft couches in the screen, and there are smoking sets on each couch.Zhang San thought: This is clearly a smokehouse.He exited the room and came to the north room again. This is a living room with a set of brand-new hardwood furniture, clean tables, gorgeous carpets on the floor, and a freehand painting "Huawei" hanging on the wall. Vegetarian Drunk Banana".The furnishing of these three rooms does not match the courtyard walls and gates. It seems that they are newly decorated.

Zhang San went back to the west room to visit again. The candles in the house had been extinguished. Zhang San smelled a bloody smell and felt that something was wrong. So he came to the door, pushed it lightly, and the door opened.Zhang San walked a few steps forward in the dark, only to feel his feet slipped and fell to the ground, his hands felt wet and greasy on the ground, and when he stretched out his mouth, there was a fishy smell, which turned out to be blood.Zhang San came to the cigarette couch and reached out his hand to touch it. There were two cold corpses, one with braids and the other with a bald head.Zhang San hurriedly rushed to the candle, lit the candle, and couldn't help being shocked, Chen Yunjiang and the girl had already fallen in a pool of blood, each of them had been stabbed in the chest, and the blood was gurgling.

Zhang San's eyes lit up: This girl must be a nun from Baiyi Nunnery, and their deaths must be related to the murder of the women in Baiyi Nunnery, so who killed them? Zhang San's eyes fell on the wooden box in the corner of the room. He opened the wooden box, and there were thousands of taels of silver in it.Zhang San suddenly realized: This must be the silver reward from the foreign soldiers. The wrestler must have colluded with the nun in Baiyi Nunnery and informed the foreign soldiers. When Zhang San came to the roof, he smelled a smell of fat and powder, and thought: "The person who killed the thief must be a young woman." He looked around and saw a piece of paper pressed by a small brick on the eaves of the beam. He took out a note, on which was written a small poem: The white clouds are light and long, and the clothes are light and thin.There are many precious bones in the nunnery, and there are few melancholy pines.In the past and present, the cranes are passed down, and the old gulls sigh at dusk.It's dusk, how many springs and autumns will be reported? Zhang San looked at the poem carefully, and after careful deliberation, he found that it was a Tibetan acrostic poem, and the beginnings of each line of the poem read: Baiyi An's sorrow (revenge) has been reported today. When Zhang San returned to Duke Luo Ying's home, it was already midnight, and the candles in the compound were holographic, and there was no sound.Zhang San came to Luo Yinggong's study room, and gently moved the bookcase away. There was no one in the basement, only empty beds and ruined walls, and ancient books scattered on the floor. Zhang San called Luo Yinggong a few times, but there was no movement.Zhang San didn't dare to stay here for a long time, so he decided to leave Beijing and return to Majiapu.When he came to Guangqumen, it was already five o'clock.Zhang San came to a secluded city wall, climbed three times and climbed up twice, and climbed up by breaking the broken wall. He bypassed the patrolling foreign soldiers, climbed out again, and then rushed towards Majiabao along the dirt road. When I came to Majiapu’s house, it was already dusk. Zhang San didn’t dare to go to the house first. He stood around and looked around. Suddenly, someone behind him laughed and said, “Master Zhang, where are you going? It’s still so early. Why don't you go home and cover the bed for the old lady?" Zhang San heard the voice familiar, and turned around to see that it was old man Hong from his neighbor.Zhang San asked: "Is everyone in my family okay?" Old man Hong was a little puzzled, and asked instead: "What's wrong with your family?"There was a bark of dogs, and Zhang San felt kind and warm when he heard it.Because it was his family's big yellow dog barking, which he had heard for many years.He opened the courtyard door, walked into the courtyard, and knocked lightly on the door.After a while, the candles in the house were lit.Immediately afterwards, the door opened, and Mrs. Zhang came out sleepily wearing a jacket. "Is everything okay at home?" Zhang San asked immediately. "It's safe and sound, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. There are many anti-foreigners these days, but my heart is always like a bucket, up and down..." After Zhang finished speaking, her eyes turned red. Zhang San said distressedly: "It's cold in the morning, come in quickly." He said and pushed Mrs. Zhang into the house.The children were already asleep on the kang, breathing evenly. "I heard that the foreign ghost posted a notice to arrest you? I couldn't even eat for a few days." Mrs. Zhang said with tears in her eyes. Zhang San persuaded: "No matter how big our affairs are, they are still trivial matters. No matter how small our country's and people's affairs are, they are still big matters. Baye Wan led people to help me and rescued more than 200 women who were imprisoned in Xizhuo Hutong, but later... ’ He recounted the story. "These women are so pitiful. According to me, their lives are bad, and the Year of the Gengzi cheated women!" Mrs. Zhang sighed deeply. "You are still superstitious. It's not because we Chinese are like a plate of loose sand, and no one kneads it. Five fingers together form a fist, but when they are opened, it breaks with a 'click'. Otherwise, foreigners would dare to shit on our heads. Pee, alas..." Zhang San pulled out his cigarette pouch, lit it, and started to smoke with a "ba da da da". Mrs. Zhang held up half of her husband's face: "Look at you, you have lost weight in the wind and rain." Then she touched his waist with her hands: "The bones are coming out..." Zhang San said with a smile: "See what you said is scary, you can't be as thin as a lamp after seeing you for a few months. When the weather is warmer and you don't wear less clothes, you will look thinner." "I'll make you something to eat..." Mrs. Zhang pulled her hair and went to the kitchen. After a while, a pot of hot wine, a plate of peanuts, and a large bowl of hot noodle soup came in, with two frangipani flowers floating on the hot noodle soup.Zhang San took out a handful of hickory nuts and hazelnuts from the bamboo basket under the kang, and ate them with relish. It turned out that after Zhang San's family moved to Yangyi Hutong in the city, the small courtyard was temporarily lived by the neighbors. This time the family fled, the neighbors gave up the house again. Zhang said: "Should we stay longer this time?" Zhang San drank a mouthful of noodle soup and said angrily: "Cixi has sent Li Hongzhang and Yikuang to negotiate with the foreigners to discuss the matter of compensation. I reckon that a large number of foreigners' troops are about to withdraw, but our common people are even poorer. " Mrs. Zhang sighed: "In any year, our common people will be unlucky, common people, common people, old people will be disappointed!" Zhang San tossed his chopsticks: "Not necessarily, the world is the world of the world, so what is the world of one person? There is a saying, those who win the hearts of the people win the world, and those who lose the hearts of the people lose the world. I don't believe that the common people are always defeated!" Zhang San had already drunk 70% of his wine, he suddenly thought of something on his mind, tears fell down.