Chapter 57 Sadly Agreed

Even late at night, the lively atmosphere of the Dachai market still did not pass. The Mongolians and Us Tibetans not only did not leave, but were even happier.

They sang songs and danced tirelessly, and the drunk people fell to the ground and slept soundly, and continued to party after waking up.

On this night, Yun Zhao listened to the songs all night.

The Us Tibetans' singing is vast and lofty, as grand as the snow-capped plateau where they live, with singing swaying like flying eagles flying over the snow-capped mountains.

The Mongolian songs were low and dull, and the bass sounded from the chest was as thick as the earth.

The flowers that we sang with our ears were the most bold, just say, "Sister, listen to your brother's words..." The girl who was in love with spring in the market couldn't sleep all night.

Compared with these, if the Han people did not sing the river with iron plates and bronze pagodas in their poems and songs, they would not be as generous as the songs of these foreigners.

The low chanting beside the flowing water of the small bridge is most suitable for under the moon, but it is not suitable for overwhelming the heroes in such a messy venue.

The tangled feet cannot dance Hu Xuan, or horse riding, or even show the eagle's flying posture.

At dawn, Yun Meng, Yun Hu, Yun Leopard, Yun Yang, Yun Juan and his group were back, and they were extremely tired...

The first thing I do when I return to the grain store is to take a shower. After taking a shower, I immediately fell asleep...

Yun Zhao got up very early, sat next to the altar table, and drank his own Hu La Soup sips.

This is Hu La Tang from Xiaoyao Town, Hua County. On weekdays, it only sets a stall near Gulou. Today, I came to Dachai Market to open a stall, which was a cheaper one.

Fried noodles and spicy soup are one of Yun Zhao’s favorite breakfast methods. Since you can taste the ancient flavor, you can’t let it go.

However, this bowl of Hu La Soup disappointed him very much... Apart from the reputation of ancient things, they are not better than Hu La Soup, which has gradually improved in later generations.

Perhaps, the delicious food he had eaten before can be called historical precipitation, because history has added a more mellow flavor to this bowl of primitive Hu spicy soup.

A bowl of Hu La soup was placed beside Yun Meng's mouth, and the giant whale sucked water and sucked the thick soup into the stomach.

The two rows of teeth looked like guillotines, whether they were fried dough sticks, oil cakes, or white flour cakes, they were shattered by this guillotine.

"You expected it very accurately. Mingyue Tower has prepared 4,000 taels of silver to rebuild!"

"Have the silver been shipped out?"

"I transported it out with the horses. I hid it myself. The quick horse gave Yunxiao news that Yunxiao should have started digging silver now and will eventually transport it to the Yin clan cemetery."

"Have you lost your feet?"

"No, Qian Shaoshao is very familiar with Mingyue Tower, which is half of the pavilions. The fire also destroyed the high-walled courtyard of Mingyue Tower.

We have been in and out for a short time, and there is less than a total of one incense stick."

"How many people died?"

"Seven! We're unscathed!"

"Are you injured?"

"I sprained my ankle when I was rolling in the skylight."

The sound of horse-head fiddle sounded again in his ears, and the sleeping Mongolians and Us Tibetans slowly stood up, just like they were at the Nadam Conference, and before they could wake up, they leaned over to the place where the music came.

As long as there are Mongolians, there will be horse-headed fiddle masters. Wherever there are horse-headed fiddles, there will be Mongolian singers.

For these aliens living on vast grasslands, plateaus and Gobi, every gathering is the most important day in life.

Their music has only the beginning and no end. The happy people gather together and are happy. Those who cannot continue to be happy will ride horses and listen to the music away.

Until the remaining horse-headed fiddle masters and lonely singers...even so, they still have to play another song to the gods, mountains and rivers that refuse to leave, and then they will lead the horse away in the bleak wind.

Who would have thought that the famous movement "Twelve Mukam" in the Gobi Desert will take at least twenty hours to finish.

Today's big market is different from yesterday's hustle and bustle last night. The aliens who spent a lot of money also took out their goods today, singing and dancing while selling their goods.

It was not until this moment that Hong Chengchou opened the blockade of the Dachai market, and the Han people who were bewitched by curiosity were flocking in at this time.

Yun Zhao took his eyes back from outside and said to Yun Meng who was waiting by his side: "Whose property of Mingyue Tower is? Have you found out clearly?"

"Before the slain, the slain tent, said that Mingyue Tower was actually the property of the governor Wang Renlong's family."

"Wang Renlong...is the Wang Renlong who is called the 'Fantasy'?"

“That’s right!”

"Everyone said that this person likes the way of Laozi and Zhuang the most, likes to 'make the people go' and treats the people the most leniently. Now I know that this person is also a tiger or wolf-like figure."

"Mingyue Tower is not just from Wang Renlong's family. Many of the women in it are selected from various places. This is related to Huang Mingliang, the governor of the Maritime Bureau."

Yun Zhao nodded and said, "Forget this. Although we still don't have enough money and food, we have done everything we can. After this, we will go back to Lantian. We will not come to Xi'an again within three to five years."

After Yun Zhao finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out. Seeing this, Yun Meng followed closely. He didn't know what to say to his nephew.

When kindness is, it can warm people's hearts, when cold is cold, when ruthless, when vicious... it can issue instructions to silence at the age of seven.

When he thought of what Yun Zhao said to them at the night market, Yun Meng's legs were still weak until now. He never expected that Yun Zhao would still be thinking about the money for the reconstruction of Mingyue Tower when his immediate interests were already great enough.

When they followed Yun Zhao's instructions, accurately found the Mingyuelou account under Qian Shaoshao's guidance, and achieved the goal when these people were caught off guard, and saw so much money, Yun Meng knew that since tonight, the person who was talking to the Yin clan of the Yun clan had become Yun Zhao.

For robbers, whoever can make money with everyone is the natural leader. Even if it is not, they will be recommended by other robbers who want to live a good life.

When Yun Meng thought that Yun Zhao was his nephew and was still young, he was very pleased. Now, this child still needs his uncle to help him.

When Yun Zhao found Hong Chengchou, the man did not sleep all night and was walking in the newly emerging market early in the morning.

"Pig! Is it beneficial to the court when I come from a hundred steps?"

"Official! Why do you have to be profitable? The fish has entered the net, just take the ruthless move."

"Pig! Can this example be opened?"

"Official! If you know the restraint, everything will work."

"Pig! How much profit do you make in Yun's family?"

"Official! Not half your income per day!"

Hong Chengchou actually clasped his fists with a flat polite manner and said, "You should know that you are satisfied, and you should thank me even more. If another official has changed, there will be no such grand occasion. You, Yun, will lose all your money!"

Yun Zhao gave a gentleman politely and said, "My dear words reveal the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty!"

Hong Chengchou laughed and said, "A child also knows about state affairs?"

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "The stars and moon are rushing to collapse, and the dark clouds are covering the top, and the children are also afraid!"

"I'll ask you about your lifelong ambition!"

"If you don't be a good minister, you will be a rich man!"

"The world is full of lace and lace, and it is a long way from the crowd, and it is a rich man who may not last long!"

"When you smell the chicken and dance!"

Hong Chengchou sighed to the sky, pressed his hands on Yun Zhao's shoulder and said, "It is said that men should be self-reliant. The road ahead is difficult. Let's move forward!"

Yun Zhao looked up and met Hong Chengchou's earnest gaze, saying word by word: "If you succeed in this life, you should kill all Jiannu!"

Hong Chengchou laughed and said, "That's what you mean!"

Yun Zhao raised his fat hand and said, "One word is certain!"

Hong Chengchou's big hand slapped Yun Zhao's little hand and said, "One word is certain!"

Hong Chengchou was about to invite Yun Zhao to continue talking at the food stall next to him, a yamen runner hurried over and knelt on one knee to report to Hong Chengchou: "Sir, last night, Mingyue Tower was robbed by a strong man, and the four thousand tael silver patterns that rebuilt Mingyue Tower were robbed. Two tents and five guards were not alive!"

After hearing this, Hong Chengchou sneered: "When a brothel is rebuilt, the governor will have 4,000 taels of silver. The hungry people outside Xi'an city wailed. The governor only donated five taels of silver to repay the prefect. Hong is now raising food for the country and cannot get rid of it."

The yamen runner said in embarrassment: "It is hard to say what the prefect has to report like this."
Chapter completed!