Gan Tang didn't answer, but bent down and held out his hand. He quickly grabbed something from the colorful boat flow, pulled it hard and it tripped. In colorful eyes, it is a dazzling white of Leng Yan.
"Two military lords, buy a flower. It would be great to give it to girls! " It turned out to be a big wooden basin used by children selling flowers, and it was full of Bai Lianhua that could not be opened. The little girl showed a shoulder from the snowdrift-like flowers and shouted in a childish voice.
"How much is it?" The young man asked.
"A silver baht." When the little girl saw that they were from the East, she made a sly offer. Seeing that the young man who caught her smiled and shook his head, he knew that it was impossible to coax, and quickly said, "Five." It is still twice as expensive as usual.
The young man put his hand into his arms as if to make a deal. The little girl likes to get up diligently to pick it up, but what she started to do surprised her.
It's a rose spar as big as a soybean. It's cold in your hand, like melted ice. All jewelry is fake, but rose spar can't be fake. Not only the blood red that is about to drip into the depths of bones, but also the light folded in the sun is a delicate rainbow. The market price of such a large and small product is always close to 100 gold baht.
"I bought flowerpots and flowers. Do you sell them?" The young man asked with a smile.
The little girl was tongue-tied for a while, then suddenly put the spar in her mouth, jumped out of the bathtub and swam out of the crowded boat, thinking that she was afraid that the rich Hokuriku people would go back on their word. Ji Chang looked at it and laughed.
"Your Highness, forgive me." Gan Tang stood firmly in the boat, holding Tiran's waist in his hands, and pushed her to the ground. Ji Chang held the big wooden basin in one hand and Tilan in the other.
As soon as Tiran stepped on a flower more than a foot thick, she let out a low sigh and began to laugh. This is the last sunny late spring weather before the rainy season. The sun baked people's bones crisp, and the fragrant wind came with fluffy warmth. Her white skirt was blown by the wind, and thousands of pleats fluttered like a brand-new sail. She wore a palm-sized flower on her head, full of red gold and lifelike. A gold thread as smooth as a moth's beard was pulled out of the flower core, dropped by a ruby chip with a small tip at the end, and bent down trembling. When the wind blows, it creaks. Gan Tang believed that this flower was always sold in the port, and it was called Valero.
Tiran sat with her skirt rolled up, and the huge clean flower bones in the wooden basin were buried in her knees. She looked up and let the sun bask in her delicate, dark little face. The basin was gently whirled by ripples, and she patted the boatswain on the ground, causing even the people on board to stir up. Tang Ganzi and Ji Chang held her hand tightly, and boats and wooden pots dripped downstream along the slow water without paddles.
"Where are we going? Didn't you watch the float parade? " Tiran asked.
"The float didn't come out until the evening. Now we are drifting along the current, and we are close to the sea, that is, the port area. As long as there is something in the world, there is nothing in the port area that cannot be bought. I'll buy you anything you want. " Ji Chang said cheerfully.
Tiran thought for a pretence and smiled: "I wonder if there is any pastry cheese in the port area?"
Ji Chang blushed with embarrassment. Don't ignore her at first.
"Ah, what is this? Take it away for me! " Tiran cried in surprise, flapping wildly in the air, and the soft white velvet ball spun gently with her movements. It turned out that the child on the boat next to her was naughty and blew a dandelion at Tiran, and all the tidbits fell on her.
Ji Chang couldn't help laughing, so he had to defend her and comfort her: "Don't be afraid, this thing is the most fun. They are sold in the port area. Carefully wrap the whole branch in a bamboo paper bag, open it and blow it, and it will all fly to the sky. It's just that not many people sell this. Look for it later. "
Gan Tang looked at them silently.
Ji Chang was an unhappy child since he was a child. After he was thirteen years old, his timid temper gradually changed. Now he is a beautiful young man. He has a moderate advance and retreat and a leisurely attitude. When he smiles, he is always like a spring breeze. However, I noticed that all the dignitaries in the Qing Dynasty respected him very much, but that was because his father was the dead emperor of Hokuriku and his brother was about to become the emperor of Hokuriku. No one can see that the divine light in the eyes of the young Dongtu Queen, though smiling, is still cold and cynical.
He knew that Ji Chang was so childish only when he was with Tiran and him.
Just now, Tiranjielun's black hair swept across his face, and there seemed to be a hairy and itchy touch at that moment. Dried soup stretched out his hand and touched it.
In history, from the end of Yin Dynasty to the beginning of Qing Dynasty, continuous wars lasted for 20 years. The huge military expenditure and the recruitment of civilian workers have always filled the land of the East with cries of family destruction and death.
With the support of huge funds from the Chamber of Commerce, Wanzhou in the southwest is the only paradise in troubled times. A large number of refugees who lost their homes and were overwhelmed fled to Wanzhou. They make a living by doing odd jobs, begging and stealing in the streets and alleys, so in fact, the so-called prosperous scenery of Wanzhou in troubled times is just a temporary whitewash. Take Nanhuai City as an example. Through Liang Zi Street with staggered cornices, the sewage behind the street exudes a suffocating stench, and the hungry eyes of the refugees gather under the dilapidated eaves. Some of them starved to death, and some looked at people coming and going with daggers in their arms.
Strangely, Xie He Han Shu was written in Xie Chao? Scenery sharply reveals the real life of Wanzhou at that time, but writes Nanhuai as a paradise on earth, which is unique among Xie Dynasty historians who are famous for their iron bones. Unofficial history barnyard grass smell for the description of this matter is for reference:
Xie He Han Shu was written in SHEN WOO for three years? The first landscape is "Annals of Nanhuai City". At this time, Xie Yulie and Wang Zhao came to the historian and personally described the Nanhuai City seen in his childhood. He said: "Nanhuai is a prosperous and quiet city with rich and comfortable life, no military power and weak folk customs." Metaphorically, it's like a brocade. Although it lacks strength, it is full of brilliance. In spring, there are colorful flowers in every garden, and there are flower sellers in the street, but there are always children sneaking into other people's flower beds to steal flowers, and then selling the stolen flowers to flower bearers in the street. People who grow flowers scold hooligans, and it is not convenient for children to attack ... "
He didn't notice that historians had begun to whisper at this time, and the emperor's eyes shone with longing. He continued: "In summer, we travel by boat, and there are always floats on the lake. At first glance, it is countless. At that time,/kloc-children under 0/5 could take a boat for free, which was called springboard. When they reached the shore, they could only help the tugboat to land. At that time, some teenagers used the springboard to steal the clothes that singers and dancers had taken off and pawned them. When they were discovered, they immediately jumped on the boat. As the saying goes, "Shui Piao. "
There was a smile on his lips and his eyes were fixed on the distance. The air of the whole person has changed, as if I really looked back at the spring, summer, autumn and winter 20 years ago, saw the lively figures of hooligans floating on the springboard and heard their laughter.
"Autumn is the best season in South Huai, and the frost is red in Wan Li. Upright, a rich man, looked at the flowers, but he couldn't see the autumn roses on the Phoenix Pool all morning. In autumn, there will be fog in Nanhuai. In the fog, the color of autumn roses is particularly gorgeous. The peaches and dates in the city are ripe. The branches of the fruit tree extend all the way to the outside of the walls of each household, and they are beaten straight with long poles, and there is a person behind them to pick them up. The basket is full of fruit. We call it windfall. It doesn't snow in winter, with occasional frost ... "
"Most of them are!" Historians can't write any more at last. "History books are a mirror for future generations, please think twice!"
"Look before you leap?" Ye Ji was shocked.
The oldest historian knelt before him: "It is recorded in the book that in 1901, there were no fewer than 9,000 refugees starved to death in Nanhuai City, and all the mass graves outside the city were filled up. It was also noted that there was no need to pay for girls aged 16 to enter brothels at that time. Just give her five liters of food, which is also commonly known as parents' food, and she repaid the kindness of 16 years. Wanzhou seems to be prosperous, but it actually eats tigers. Most guardians have said that troubled times are cool, and those who struggle are the most bitter. It is their wish to unify the whole country with a sword. But the South Huai written in this way is tantamount to whitewashing the skeleton! "
"unbridled!" Ye Ji flew into a rage. "This is the South Huai I saw with my own eyes. How can you masters who are deeply raised in Gong Xue ask me to whitewash the skeleton with a few notes of unknown origin? "
"Even if you want to kill most of them, also want to say that the detainees! Does Dadu Lake think that everyone is blind and only what Dadu Lake sees is true? My ancestral home is Nanhuai. I witnessed the famine in the suburbs and was not allowed to enter the city at all. Is it also fake? "
You! Ye Ji drew his sword.
The white-haired youth stood in front of the historian.
Simon, get out of the way! Ye Ji thundered.
Dr Simon of Qin pressed the sword.
"Most nurses," said Dr. Simon, "everything you wrote is false!"
"Simon, you ..." Ye Ji's face suddenly changed. "You don't believe me either?"
"What if I believe it or not?" Dr Simon's voice is like the deep water in an ancient pond without a ripple. "It doesn't matter whether Nanhuai is that Nanhuai, but the person who stole the flowers and the person who played with you are gone."
Ye Ji stood quietly in the hall, and his sword fell to the ground with a bang. Later, he took the recorded paper roll from the historian and strode back to the study.
The next day, the supervisor went to the study to invite Wang Yulie to the morning meeting and found him asleep at his desk. On the paper roll with his arm pressed, he wrote "The Story of Nanhuai City", in which the emperor stubbornly said: "Anyone who goes to Nanhuai is a wonderful place on earth. There is no famine, laughter is often heard in the alley, the lights are not turned off all night in summer, and only teenagers are naughty, which is a kind of harm ... Every spring comes, there are flower thieves, birds and fishermen ... "
I don't know if this paragraph is what you want to recall. ...
Writing clothes still depends on bel canto ... but it's not Kyushu ...