Bianliang City is mixed with all kinds of people. There is such a group of people who are petty thieves on weekdays and occasionally robbed. Some are fast, and some have good boxing skills, but their uniform character is not very good. The kind you don't look down on. If there is any disaster, they can become bandits on the spot.
Just like Niu Er in "Water Margin", he bullied the market, not 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 group of forces 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 of where it was lost, and she seemed to understand, and asked Zheng Ling to fetch the hairpin with him.
Yun Yan was about to leave, and Zheng Xun also wanted to follow, but the yamen of Kaifeng House stopped him and advised him not to follow, "Since Brother Yan said so, let's just wait here, come, take a rest. write."
Kaifeng Mansion is white, those gangsters are black, and people like Yun Yanhui need to walk between the two, some of them sit on the side of the official mansion, and some are on the opposite side.
In any case, Yun Yan must have his own way to go back to get 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 looked back at them who had stopped, and whispered back to Yun Yan, "I never asked how your relationship with those people is?"
Yun Yan replied: "It's not 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 after coming here. So ah, this In the whole of Bianjing, I have the least friendship with them."
Zheng Ling was startled, "If that's the case, how do you get the things back?"
"Forcibly to come back." Yun Yanhui said lightly, "They should not have left at this time, nephew, take you to play hooligan."
"... What a nephew!" Zheng Ling was suddenly overwhelmed by the sense of shame.
"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: "..."
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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.
At this time, it was not even lunch time, and only three or five men were sitting inside.
Yun Yanhui walked into the steamed bun shop, and the owner, Sun Haoshou, saw Yun Yanhui and greeted him warmly, "Isn't this Yan Ge'er? Are you here to buy steamed buns?"
In the past, Yunyan also came back to buy steamed buns, usually for Lingran.
Hearing the three 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 over to the table where the men were sitting, and sat down.
One of the thin little 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 he followed Yun Yan back, they didn't say anything.
Yun Yanhui 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?"
These people looked at each other, unable to speak for a while.
After a long 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 I have to say it's my own? This is not suitable. The rules of the rivers and lakes."
Yun Yan replied 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 got 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.
Just like a modern doctor wearing a white coat, it is more common at this time, and you can see it at a glance. Pawnshops generally wear black shirts with horns and no hats, fortune-tellers wear hats and belts, and so on.
And Yun Yanhui is better to say, who doesn't know his details here, Laozi guest died in a foreign land, the widow took him to move 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 stood in the back a little flustered, why did he think 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, sweating on their foreheads. Under the gaze of a yellow-haired child, they retreated, hesitated again and again, and finally gritted their teeth and took a cloth bag out of their arms. , put it on the table.
Yun Yan picked up the cloth bag and unfolded it to take a look. It turned out to be a hairpin, and 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 the expressions of Japanese dogs, who the hell wants to see you back!
At this time, it was only a short while before they entered the store, and Sun Haoshou had just packed the steamed buns, and just now handed them back to Yun Yan. Yun Yan picked up the steamed buns back, said goodbye to Sun Haosi, and walked out.
As soon as he went out, Zheng Ling looked around.
Yun Yan 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 more than just him as a child.
When he first took over the affairs of the festival, he caused so many troubles. With Zhao Yundi helping him in the yamen, how could the rogues not only be solved by Kaifeng Mansion? If this is the case, Bianliang's security has already 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.
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At this moment, Lai San was sitting in the steamed bread shop and let out a sigh of relief.
A newcomer who hasn't been with him for a long time said, "Third brother, even if the kid 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 corrupt it like this?"
Lai Sanyi slapped him on the forehead, "What do you know!"
The newcomer is tall and majestic. He is three laps older than the skinny Lai San, but he didn't dare to hide.
Lai San glanced resentfully in the direction Yun Yan had left, "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 evil.
Lai San can never forget that it was about half a year ago, on a cold night, the moon grew hairy, and the misty gauze hung in the night sky.
Many of them fell in love with the kid's design together. They originally intended to make trouble in the middle of the night, smashing the colorful awning and flowers and candles of the Daxiangguo Temple, so as to show some color to those who want to change the rules.
Who knows, 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 begging for mercy, and even gave their mouths to Block it!
No one spoke, no one could beg for mercy, and no one let them go, as if it had been decided long ago, just to teach a lesson, just to break their courage and convince them.
Lai San still remembered that he was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, relying on his flexibility, struggling to pull the towel on one of the people's faces. The turban was pulled off by Lai San's hand. Under the miserable moonlight, the man's exposed head reflected a dazzling light...
His fingers were stomped by his feet, and he felt a pain in his heart.
Immediately, he was beaten in the face 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 of the stick with the corner of his clothes, and then he understood how all the copper sticks came from. , where are usually hidden.
Lai San closed his eyes, unable to bear to recall.
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"What do you think the wanderers are most afraid of? Of course they are most afraid of monks!" Yun Yan replied to Zheng Ling in a serious manner, "I found some monks and went to them to teach scriptures, persuade them to do good deeds, and watch them one-on-one. hold them, and eventually they collapse."
Zheng Ling's mouth grew, "Isn't it, that's okay?"
Yun Yan 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 chanting sutras."
"Yeah." Yun Yan replied, but what she thought was that people like this must be suppressed by force! It is useless to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality with them, just hit them once, and beat them until they lose their temper.
That's right, he took the monk 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 in the daytime gagged their mouths at night and beat them to death
Not to mention who is at fault, don't even think about who others will believe. The monks in Daxiangguo Temple may do business and drink alcohol, but they gather in groups to fight hooligans? Impossible, this is the monk of the royal monastery!
Could it be that people would beat your head with a Zen stick while reciting Amitabha? It’s totally impossible, right? !