The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 35: Angry Eyes

Bianliang City is mixed with various people. There is such a group of people who are petty thieves on weekdays, and occasionally robbed. Some have fast hands, some have good fists and kicks, but their uniform character is not very good. The most disrespectful one. If there is any disaster, they can become bandits on the spot.

Just like Niu Er in "Water Margin", he bullied the market, even the government. Some even committed crimes, so they couldn't live in the city seriously, but hid in the bridge hole.

If you understand it, you will know that they have a certain power group and have a division of the territory. If you understand it carefully, you can even know who is in which area at what time.

So Yun Yanhui only heard about where it was lost, and she seemed to understand, and asked Zheng Ling to go with him to get the hairpin.

Yun Yan was about to leave, and Zheng Xun wanted to follow, so the yamen of Kaifeng House stopped him and advised him not to follow, "Since Brother Yan said so, let's just wait here, come. , you rest."

The Kaifeng mansion is white, the gangsters are black, and people like Yun Yanhui need to walk between the two.

In any case, Yun Yan will definitely have his own way to go back to retrieve the hairpin, but it does not mean that they can follow and use force to suppress it. On the contrary, if they followed, they would break the rules. It is taboo to expose this matter, it is a handle. If it is not someone you trust, it is better not to ask.

Zheng Ling glanced back at them who had stopped, and whispered back to Yun Yan: "I never asked how your relationship with those people is?"

Yunyan replied: "It's not very good, I want to cover everything, but firstly they are too hateful, and often even the poor are not spared, and secondly, they hate it so much that I propose to regulate the festival and public order. So Ah, in the whole of Bianjing, I have the least friendship with them."

Zheng Ling was surprised, "If that's the case, how do you get the things back?"

"Forcibly to come back." Yun Yanhui said easily, "they should not have left at this time, nephew, take you to play hooligan."

"...What a great nephew!" Zheng Ling was suddenly overwhelmed by the sense of shame and worried, "What a hooligan, really."

"You misunderstood, I mean, play those hooligans, not that we both play hooligans." Yun Yan corrected back, "Don't do this, I'm still a child."

Zheng Ling: "..."

……

Yunyan Hui took Zheng Ling out of the Daxiangguo Temple. There is a bridge over the Bian River called Pingzheng Bridge. On the west side of the bridge, there is an old steamed bun shop, Sun Haoshou steamed buns, there are plenty of them, and pickles are enough.

It's not even lunch time, and there are only three or five men sitting inside.

Yun Yanhui walked into the steamed bread shop. The owner, Sun Haoshou, saw Yun Yanhui and greeted him warmly, "Isn't this Yan Geer? Are you here to buy steamed bread?"

In the past, Yunyan Hui also came to buy steamed buns, usually for Lingran.

Hearing the words "Brother Yan", the men who were sitting with their backs to each other froze for a while, then turned to look at him.

"Bring me two steamed buns." Yun Yan replied, walked to the table where the men were sitting, and sat down.

One of the thin, small men said with a sullen face: "We don't seem to ask you to sit down."

Zheng Ling took a look and didn't really want to sit with those people, so he stood behind Yun Yan. Those people glanced at him inexplicably, and they all looked irritable. They didn't know why this boy with the wrong style of painting came, but because they were following Yun Yan back, they didn't say anything.

Yun Yan Hui just didn't hear what they said, but said straight to the point: "My things are with you. Today, did Lai San go to Puxian Hall?"

The men looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

After a while, the thin man said again: "I went to the Puxian Hall today, but there is nothing of yours in it. Why, I didn't catch it on the spot, and I asked for it later, so why not say it's my own? This is against the rules of the world."

Yunyan said coldly: "But if the things belong to my family, you will be the one who breaks the rules."

Lai San looked at him in shock for a while, then shook his head, "Impossible, don't make fun of me. To be honest, I only bought one thing this morning, and it belongs to an official."

In this era, most people can tell what their occupation and class are by looking at their clothes.

It's like a modern doctor wearing a white coat, but it's more common at this time, and you can tell at a glance. Pawnshops generally wear black shirts with horns and no hats, fortune-tellers wear hats and belts, and so on.

As for Yun Yanhui, it's even better to say. Who doesn't know his details here? Laozi guest died in a foreign land, and the widow's mother brought him here a few years ago, and recognized the monk as his backer.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with people like you. I always have something to say. If you don't return things to me, I can do it!" Yun Yanhui actually showed an extremely arrogant look.

Zheng Ling was a little flustered standing in the back, why did he feel that if he did something, the two of them shouldn't be able to beat those few people...

Unexpectedly, Lai San and Yun Yan looked back at each other for a long time, and sweat broke out from their foreheads. Take it out and put it on the table.

Yun Yan picked up the cloth bag, unfolded it and looked at it. It turned out to be a hairpin. He looked back at Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling's eyes showed joy and nodded, yes, it was this one.

Yun Yanhui's expression softened a little, she put away her things, stood up and said, "See you later."

Lai San and their brothers all showed Japanese dog expressions, who the **** wants to see you back!

At this time, it was only a short while before they entered the store. Sun Haoshou had just packed the steamed buns and just handed them back to Yun Yan. Yun Yan picked up the steamed buns, said goodbye to Sun Haosi, and walked out.

As soon as he went out, Zheng Ling looked around.

Yunyan replied: "What are you looking at?"

Zheng Ling: "I see where Shuangyi is! They must not be afraid of you, but Shuangyi. I understand, they are afraid that as soon as you clap your hands, Shuangyi will fall from the sky and beat them violently!"

"..." Yun Yan was speechless, "You think too much."

However, although it is not Shuangyi who is afraid, it is indeed not only his child.

When he first took over the affairs of the festival, he caused so many troubles. With Zhao Yundi in the office, how could the rogue not only be solved by the Kaifeng House? If this is the case, the security of Bianliang has been improved by an unknown amount.

It's just that Yun Yanhui dealt with it silently and didn't tell Zheng Ping and Zheng Ling, not even Shuangyi.

……

At this time, Lai San sat in the steamed bread shop and sighed depressedly.

A newcomer who hasn't been with him for a long time said: "Third brother, even if the boy is in charge of the festival, you don't want to let him so much, right? That thing is clearly not his, so let him get it wrong. ?"

Lai Sanyi slapped him on the forehead, "What do you know!"

The newcomer is tall and majestic, three laps older than the skinny Lai San, but he didn't dare to hide when he was hit, so he flinched, "He, didn't he hang out with the big monks... Those people need to eat meat. Sneaky."

Lai San glanced resentfully in the direction of Yun Yanhui's departure, "What do you know, the monks of Daxiangguo Temple...are the hooligans among hooligans!"

Oh no, according to the words of the monks, they are the angry eyes of Buddhism, and they beat people to kill sins.

Lai San will never forget it. It was about half a year ago, on a cold night.

Many of them fell in love with the kid's design. They originally intended to make trouble in the middle of the night. They smashed the colorful awning and the flowers and candles of the Daxiangguo Temple, so that those who wanted to change the rules had a look.

Who knows, but they were ambushed instead. A group of men in black with copper rods suddenly surrounded them from all directions without saying a word, beat them violently, completely ignored their pleas for mercy, and even threw them away gag your mouth!

No one speaks, no one can beg for mercy, and no one will let them go.

Lai San still remembers bleeding from the corners of his mouth, struggling to pull the towel on one of the people's face, relying on his flexibility. The turban was pulled off by Lai San's hand. Under the miserable moonlight, the man's exposed head reflected a dazzling light...

The fingers were stomped by the feet, and the drill was painful. It was torn apart, and the hood was pulled out.

Soon, I was beaten again...

A few days later, Lai San, who was limping, saw a monk with a meditation stick outside the Daxiangguo Temple, wiping the dark brown stains on the stick with the corner of his clothes, and then he realized that so many copper sticks were How did it come, where is it usually hidden.

Lai San closed his eyes and couldn't bear to remember.

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"What do you think the wanderers are most afraid of? Of course they are most afraid of monks!" Yun Yan returned to Zheng Ling and explained in a serious manner, "I found some monks and went to them to teach scriptures and persuade them to do good deeds. Just stare at them, and they'll break down in the end."

Zheng Ling's mouth has grown, "No, it's okay?"

Yunyan replied: "Yes, because this is also a merit, so the abbot agreed. After a month, they begged me for mercy."

"I didn't expect it to be like this," Zheng Ling sighed. "It's really one thing, one thing down. These hooligans look vicious and cunning. I didn't expect that they were afraid of monks reciting sutras."

"Yeah." Yun Yan replied, but what she was thinking was that people like this must be suppressed by force! Talking to them about benevolence, righteousness and morality is useless, just hit them once and beat them until they lose their temper.

That's right, he brought the monks to beat those people, so what? Do they dare to speak out? Said they sneaked into the Daxiangguo Temple to make trouble, but were beaten instead? Said that those monks who recited sutras during the day gag their mouths at night and beat them to death?

Let's not mention who is at fault, don't even think about who others will believe. The monks of Daxiangguo Temple may be engaged in business and may drink alcohol, but gather in groups to fight hooligans? Impossible, this is the monk of the royal monastery!

Would people knock you on the head with a Zen stick while reciting Amitabha? It's totally impossible, right? !