Southerners

In the 18th year of Zhiyuan, Dadu.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Anzhenmen Street was crowded with people, and two purebred BMWs galloped along the street, making a lot of noise along the way, but no one dared to complain loudly.

There was no one else, because the two people riding horses were Lian Shen, the nephew of Lian Pingzhang who had just passed away, and the other was Hazier, a popular man under General Boyan.

Among the panic-stricken crowd, a father and daughter suddenly appeared, standing on the road ahead of one of the horses.

"Get out of the way!" The boy on the horse yelled.

But it was too late.The BMW was running fast and slammed into the man in front of him. Before the man died, he only had time to push his 13-year-old daughter out.

Blood spattered on the spot for a moment.

"He's dead, he's been killed!" The crowd buzzed.

"Father!!!" the girl yelled sadly.

"Woo—" The boy on the horse pulled the reins, and the BMW raised its front hooves high and let out a long neigh.

"Be safe, Chasing the Cloud," said the young man.

"Lian Shen!" A young man on another horse stopped beside him, glanced at the dead man on the ground, and said, "You killed a Han man."

This young man's eyebrows are thick and sharp like a sword, and they fly obliquely into his temples. There is a faint scar on the side of his face, which adds a bit of coldness to his handsome face.Compared with four years ago, Hazier's temperament is calmer and more aggressive.

"You lost," Hazier said.

Lian Shen frowned when he heard this, and said displeasedly: "Hazier, you are making fun of me!"

Lian Shen's eyes are long and narrow, with a mole at the corner of his eye, he said:

"That person obviously bumped into him himself, how can I be considered the loser?"

The onlookers confirmed from the conversation that the two were indeed racing horses on Anzhenmen Street.

The discussion in the crowd became louder, and Hazier narrowed his amber eyes, looked around, and said calmly, "What's the noise?"

The passers-by immediately fell silent, lowered their heads and scattered, not daring to say any more.

The crowded road suddenly became empty, only the crying of the little girl was particularly loud and ear-piercing.

Lian Shen felt that he couldn't bear face, and reprimanded: "Shut up."

The girl's crying stopped abruptly. Although she was only 13 years old, she already knew how to survive. There were still tears on her face, she covered her mouth tightly with her hands, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at Lian Shen in horror.

Perhaps pleased by the girl's reaction, Lian Shen took a money bag from his waist, threw it at the girl's feet, and said, "Go away."

Hazier was on the sidelines and didn't say anything: the death of a Han Chinese is really not a big deal.

"Why, why don't you get out?" Lian Shen said impatiently seeing the girl motionless.

The girl flinched and said sobbingly, "My daddy is dead...I want my daddy."

As soon as the girl opened her mouth, tears rolled down again.

Lian Shen frowned, and Hazier next to him couldn't help laughing, Lian Shen glanced at him: "Shut up, too."

Hazier raised a hand: "Okay, I don't want to laugh." Then he asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Noticing Lian Shen's hand on the saber, the corners of Hazier's lips curled slightly, he was happy to read his joke, and added: "Killing people in the street is different from riding a horse to hurt someone."

Lian Shen curled his lips, removed his hand from the saber, and said condescendingly to the girl: "There are 100 taels in there, enough to buy your father's life, what else do you want?"

The girl held her father's still warm hand, staring at Lian Shen shyly, not daring to speak.

"Are you dumb?" Lian Shen asked.

Seeing that Lian Shen still showed signs of getting angry, Hazier said: "Okay, what are you fussing about with a little girl...to spoil the fun, let's go."

As he spoke, he lightly kicked the horse's belly. The horse was tamed by him very docilely, and he understood it immediately, and started walking with its hooves "da da".

Seeing him, Lian Shen didn't want to get entangled with a little girl anymore, so he grabbed her horse's belly and followed.

The two of them didn't go far, when they suddenly heard a loud shout from behind: "Stop!"

Lian Shen paused, then turned his head away - he wanted to see how many people in Dadu dared to talk to him like this.

Hazier also turned away in surprise.

I saw a young man half-squatting beside the girl, wearing a sandalwood brown torn girdle, patched, slender and thin, with a sharp chin.He was wiping the girl's tears with his sleeves, then he raised his head and looked over. Under his slender eyebrows, his dark eyes were full of anger.

Hazier thought to himself: She's a beauty, tsk, it's just that this one is gnashing her teeth in anger... I don't know what it looks like when she smiles.

The girl quickly grabbed the young man and said in a low voice, "Brother Lang, don't..."

Although the girl didn't know the two of them, she knew that they must be someone they couldn't afford to offend. She wanted to dissuade Song Zhi, but the two who hadn't gone far immediately turned back after hearing the sound.

"Don't be afraid, Man'er," Song Zhi comforted, "Brother Lang will help you."

Bai Man'er stopped talking when she heard the words, raised her eyes to look at the two people, and nodded timidly.

Perhaps Lian Shen hadn't been scolded like this for a long time, feeling a little strange, he parked his horse next to the dead bodies of the two, looked down at Song Zhi, and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Zhi knew that he was the one who bumped into Bai Man'er's father, so naturally she didn't look good, and said coldly, "It's nothing to be a pariah."

"It's just that you killed someone with a horse in the street, and you want to get some money?"

Lian Shen was amused: "100 taels can buy the lives of ten Han people like that, aren't you satisfied?"

Song Zhi sneered, "Are you Mongolians so barbaric?"

Lian Shen glanced at Hazier with some amusement, and said, "Sorry, I'm Uighur, not Mongolian."

He pointed to Khazier with his chin: "He is the Mongol."

Hazier lowered his head, glanced at Song Zhi indifferently, and said, "Do you have any opinion on us Mongolians?"

Song Zhi was about to speak, but Bai Man'er tugged at his sleeve, and shook his head slightly at him.

Song Zhi endured and endured, before she said coldly: "Don't dare."

Hazier said: "Don't dare to be the best, otherwise I don't mind having one more corpse here."

Song Zhi remained silent with a livid face, because he remembered who the person in front of him was.

In the 14th year of Zhiyuan, he once met this man in Pujiang, the son of General Huduhu, and now the newcomer in the army Hazier, his Chinese name is Meng Huan, and his character is Zhengnan.

Since he was 15 years old, he followed General Boyan to fight in the north and south, and he was very fond of General Boyan. He just returned from the Eastern Expedition to Japan a few months ago. Although the Yuan army was defeated, Hazier, who was only 19 years old, won the ancestor Thanks to his appreciation, he was promoted instead of degraded, and was promoted to the rank of seventh-rank martial arts school lieutenant.

He had never seen Lian Shen next to him, but he presumed to be an upper-class nobleman similar to Hazier.

Such a person, even if he sues the government, it will not be of any use.

Not only did the government not dare to accept such a case, it might even bite him back to please the two noble young masters.

Even if you do pick it up, it's useless.There is a record in the criminal law: "Those who drive cars and horses and cause injuries to people will have a stick of 77, and the money will be burned and buried." Lian Shen has a lot of silver, so burning and burying silver is not a problem, but with a stick of 77, it is estimated that the government will not dare to beat it.

Meng Huan glanced at him, said: "Trash." Then he drove away.

waste.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth. Four years ago, Meng Huan said the same to him.

After Lian Shen and Meng Huan had left, Bai Man'er pulled Song Zhi's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Brother Lang... shall we go back?"

Song Zhi regained consciousness, Bai Man'er still had tears on her face, and looked at him worriedly.

Song Zhi pinched her palms and said to herself: Song Zhi, even a little girl is more capable than you.

Song Zhi nodded, pulled Bai Man'er to stand up, leaned over to carry Bai Man'er's father on her back, and said, "Let's go back."

In the past four years, Song Zhi's stature has increased a lot, and her physique has also become stronger. Instead of growing into a scholar who can't bear shoulders or lift hands, she has grown into a fake scholar who can do everything except study and become an official. People are not too strenuous.

Bai Man'er didn't cry along the way.

Bai Man'er is Song Zhi's neighbor. His father, Bai Chunluo, was born on the sixth day of June, so he is called Bai Chongliu. Bai Chunluo is his stage name, and he is an actor.Bai's family lives in Xingshun Hutong, Danguifang, not far from here.

Not long after, Song Zhi carried Bai Chongliu to the door of the house, Bai Man'er pulled the latch and pushed the door open, and the two walked in together.

Bai Man'er's mother was surnamed Zhu, known as Bai Azhu, when she heard the commotion, she came out of the back room, she saw Bai Man'er first, and scolded: "Man'er, why did you come back, where is your father?"

It was fine if she didn't speak, but when she did, Bai Man'er began to cry again. Only then did Bai Azhu notice Song Zhi and the person on his back, and she was stunned for a moment, her yellowish face suddenly turned pale, and the blood on her lips faded Be clean.

"Brother Lan?" Bai Azhu asked tentatively, "Your uncle Bai..."

Song Zhi blinked, trying to hold back her tears, but failed, tears slipped out of her eyes.

Song Zhi said, "Uncle Bai... is gone."

Bai Azhu's lips trembled, and he forced a smile and said, "Don't be joking, Brother Lan, your Uncle Bai went out in the morning and is fine..."

Bai Man'er sobbed and said, "Fang, just now on the road, there were two Mongolians riding horses... They rode so fast that they knocked daddy to death..."

Bai A'Zhu finally stopped laughing, his eyes rolled around stiffly, and then fixedly stared at the person on Song Zhi's back.

Although only half of his head was exposed, Bai A'Zhu knew that it was her husband, blood flowed from the top of his head, covering half of his face, and a lot of blood was rubbed on Song Zhi's clothes.The smell of blood was so strong that it was disgusting.

Bai Chongliu lay there motionless, without any vitality, obviously dead.

Song Zhi said: "Aunt Bai, let me carry Uncle Bai in first."

Bai Azhu wanted to put on a smiling face, but he couldn't do it, he nodded reluctantly, lowered his head and said with red eyes, "Thank you, Brother Lang."

Song Zhi didn't make a sound, carried Bai Chongliu into the house, put him on the bed, then took out a money bag from her bosom, put it on the table, and said, "This is the money that person paid, Aunt Bai, you keep it. It will come in handy later."

Uncle Bai is the main source of income for the Bai family, and now it is gone. Bai Azhu and Bai Man'er will have no source of income in the future, so save a little, the 100 taels is enough for them to spend for many years.

Bai Azhu's tears flowed out immediately, she clutched the purse, crying so hard that she couldn't speak, this is the silver that Bai Chongliu bought with his life.

Song Zhi pursed her lips, not knowing how to deal with the situation, and retreated when the mother and daughter were hugging each other and crying.Pushing open the firewood gate of her house and going in, Xiuniang is making some female reds in the inner room.

"Master, are you back?" Xiu Niang asked.

Song Zhi took the needle and thread from her hand and put it on the table, then leaned over to embrace Xiu Niang, and said, "Uncle Bai is gone."

Two years ago, Song Zhi and Xiu Niang moved from Zhang Hui's residence to Xingshun Hutong, and Bai Man'er's family became their neighbors, and they got along very well.

"No more?" Xiu Niang lost her voice, "What happened?"

Song Zhi briefly talked about what happened on Anzhenmen Street. After hearing this, Xiuniang's expression became very strange.

It seems to be peaceful, but under the tranquility, hatred and resentment are suppressed

Xiuniang hated the Mongols, and Song Zhi knew it.

The kind of hate that hates to the bone.

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Note: Lian Pingzhang is Lian Xixian, who died at the end of the 17th year of the Yuan Dynasty. During his lifetime, he was an official to Zhongshu Pingzhang. Lian Xilu is real, and Lian Shen is fictional.

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