The next day is the first day of the temple fair.
Early in the morning, there were people hawking fried barley along the street.
The diet of Zheng people is very different from that of Qin people. Qin people like to eat pasta, but Zheng people like to eat glutinous rice.
This fried barley is ground with glutinous rice, kneaded thoroughly, pressed with a big stone overnight, and then kneaded into balls the size of pigeon eggs, fried in oil, and then poured with a layer of brown sugar juice .
For the Qin people in Changling and Guanzhong, it would be too sweet to make breakfast with this, and they might even drop the bowl in anger because of their sticky teeth.
Ding Ning did not refuse this kind of sweets, and asked for two with a rough porcelain bowl, but when he was about to pay, the woman who sold the fried barley was determined not to accept it, and said shyly: "Since it is the Feng family Master's guest, how dare you take money for two worthless things."
Ding Ning frowned slightly, looked at the woman who obviously had a strong Zheng accent, and asked, "How do you know that I am a guest of Master Feng's family?"
"It has been spread in the city yesterday that there are two guests of the old Feng family living in this inn, both from Changling. You obviously have a Changling accent, and you are the same as the young man in the rumor. Of course it can't be anyone else. It is." The woman explained honestly.
"It seems that today is destined to be annoying."
Carefully chewing the sticky glutinous rice balls, looking at the woman who left shyly, Ding Ning turned to look at Xue Wangxu and said: "Now everyone in Zhengren City already thinks that we are the guests of the Feng family. In the end, the guests will find trouble with the Feng family master instead, and we will definitely look very hateful in their eyes."
Xue Wangxu laughed, "Sometimes it's nice to let everyone think you're ugly, but you can't do anything about it. Especially when you don't need to care about their opinions."
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The fire is flourishing, Zheng people worship the kitchen god, not only to pray that the kitchen fire will keep burning, so that every meal can be full and warm, and it also means that the days will be more and more prosperous.
Therefore, the timing of offering sacrifices to the gods is at noon when the sun is strongest.
But the temple fair also covers the trading of various goods, so since the early morning, Zhushan County has become more and more lively, and gradually there is an endless stream of cars and horses, and a sea of people.
When it was half an hour before the timing, a cannon was fired from Dongtou and Xitou of Zhushan County at the same time, and drum music sounded.
A group of people in fancy costumes and various colorful masks first walked along the street singing and dancing.
This is the great dancer of the Zheng people.
It is said that this method can communicate with ghosts and gods and beg for Kang'an.
Behind these people, there is a tall case carried by several people, and various offerings are placed on it.
According to the rules, after the tribute team set off, a team of men from the Kitchen God Temple would carry the Kitchen God enshrined inside to the streets.
Swim around the established route, then send back to the Huode Hall of the Kitchen God Temple to receive offerings, and then the major clans in Zhushan County, dignitaries and dignitaries take turns to offer incense.
At this time, in front of Huode Hall, the table for setting incense has been prepared, and dozens of mahogany chairs are placed on both sides.
In the open space not far from the incense table, there stood a handsome young man dressed up, it was Feng Qinghan, the only grandson of the Feng family master.
Feng Futang walked towards him quickly, and said softly: "Xue Wangxu and the boy named Ding Ning seem to have no plans to leave the shop yet."
"I said I would leave today, but I didn't leave the store at this time. It seems that I really have an idea." Feng Qinghan sneered contemptuously: "If I really have an idea, then I really ask for trouble."
At the same time, several carriages were waiting in the depths of a quiet manor.
In an elegant small building in the garden, two maids are serving a man who looks to be in his fifties at most to wash up.
A maid applied a hot towel soaked in ointment to the man's face and massaged it gently.
While another maid was gently combing his dark hair roots with an agarwood comb.
The man waited patiently for the heat from the towel to seep into the skin of his face.
When the towel was cooling down and the maid changed his face with a clean water towel and trimmed his sideburns, he asked the middle-aged man who had been bowing at the door: "Xue Wangxu said to leave but hasn't left yet? "
The middle-aged man waiting at the door showed no dissatisfaction, and replied clearly and quickly: "I don't seem to be going out at all."
"Do you really want to wait for me?"
"He Xue Wangxu can disregard his life, but I, Feng Qianzhuo, have a big family and a big career. Why should I lower myself and stand in the same position as him?"
"When I show up, tell him not to show up."
The man enjoying the costumes of the two maids is naturally the master of the Feng family, the most beloved Feng Qianzhuo in Zhushan County. After he said these few words, he looked at the middle-aged man and confessed: "But To prevent accidents, ask Mrs. Eight to follow, but don't arrange a seat for her, just wait with you."
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The team of jumping gods is already approaching Zheng Ren's Kitchen God Temple.
"Follow me."
Seeing that it was almost time, Xue Wangxu patted off the peanut shells that fell off his body, looked at Ding Ning who was not interested in the third plate of salted peanuts in front of him, said this, and then got up.
The vast majority of pedestrians have already followed the team of jumping gods, so the streets and alleys around this inn are already a little deserted.
However, Xue Wangxu was in front, Ding Ning followed Xue Wangxu for more than ten steps, and dozens of men in gray shirts had already walked out of the surrounding streets.
On the roof in all directions, there are also metal reflections lit up.
A dark-skinned but lean and strong man walked up to Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning vigilantly. He wanted to speak, but before he could speak, Xue Wangxu just glanced at him indifferently. The other party's two gazes hit his mind like two giant hammers.
His legs couldn't help but go limp, and he almost fell to the ground.
"There are not many successful people in your Feng family. Unless Feng Qianzhuo comes in person, no one can stop my way."
Xue Wangxu said without interest.
With a "poof", the lean and dark-skinned man spat out a mouthful of blood.
He bit the tip of his tongue, letting the pain make him more sober and calm.
"We can't stop you, but we can die."
The dark-skinned man showed no fear at all, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he drew out a dagger and aimed it at his throat, and said with a sneer, "From now on, it will be Master Xue who is here to fight for your own personal revenge." Start the killing ring."
After a pause, the man looked at Xue Wangxu, and then said coldly: "I know Dongzhu Xue is a master, but I'm afraid you won't have time to prevent many of us from committing suicide. And I can remind Dongzhu Xue that we They are all from Zheng. Even though Cave Master Xue is not afraid of His Royal Highness's wrath, but the incident is too big, I think Baiyang Cave will definitely pay more."
Looking at the fierce eyes of the man in front of him and many people around him, Xue Wangxu frowned slightly. He considered that Feng Qianzhuo would prevent him from meeting with Feng Qianzhuo, but he never thought that the other party would use such a Way.
"You are members of the Feng family. Are you doing this out of treason and wanting to plot rebellion?" Just when he hesitated, Ding Ning's calm voice rang out.
The dark-skinned man and many people around who could sacrifice for the Feng family looked at this Changling boy in puzzlement. They didn't understand what Ding Ning meant.
"Originally we were not interested in such a temple fair at all, but we just heard from your steward yesterday that this temple fair is different from the previous ones. The most important thing is that the calligraphy and painting of Her Highness the Queen will be enshrined in the Huode Hall. Let's go now, then I want to pay homage to the paintings and calligraphy of Her Majesty the Queen." Ding Ning looked at the people around him calmly, and said slowly and clearly: "Even if you don't admit it now, if you are dead, it will be very easy to find out if you are related to the painting in the future. The relationship between the Feng family. We are going to pay homage to the paintings and calligraphy of Her Highness the Queen, but you are desperate to prevent us from seeing the paintings and calligraphy of the Queen. Don't want to live anymore, do you want to wipe out the whole family one by one?"
After saying these words, Ding Ning tugged at Xue Wangxu's sleeves, and continued walking without even looking at these people.
Xue Wangxu glanced at him with eyes full of approval, and walked straight forward without further words.
The dark man holding the dagger and all the other Zheng people recalled Ding Ning's words, and cold sweat kept breaking out from their skin, quickly soaking their underwear in this cold weather.
"No wonder Wang Taixu is so convinced of you." Xue Wangxu turned his head to look at Ding Ning, and said softly with a smile: "Not only does he have the ability to see things through the clouds and mists, but he also seems to be able to speak cleverly and use righteousness to suppress people. , you are also very good at it.”
Ding Ning smiled coldly, and said disdainfully: "Playing tricks, bluffing people with the truth that can determine life and death, how can people in this kind of mountainous place compare with people in Changling?"
Xue Wangxu laughed haha, and said, "I just don't know what other tricks the Feng family has."
"Show the tricks." Ding Ning glanced at him, "I heard that the best eloquent people don't give the other party a chance to ask questions or speak at all."
Xue Wangxu thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."
The moment his words sounded, a soft energy of heaven and earth burst out from his body.
His and Ding Ning's steps seemed to be the same as usual, but in the next moment, the figures of the two were unimaginably fast. The pedestrians on the road only felt the wind blowing through the eaves above their heads. In the blink of an eye, But only two faint figures were seen, disappearing like clouds and cranes.