Chapter 17 Canal

Author: Sigui Beihong

Chapter 17 Canal

At this time, if someone stands on the state bridge and leans on the railing to look far away, they can see the heads of people at the Daxiangguo Temple not far away. The breeze is gentle, mixed with the faint fragrance of gardenia. Today's weather is sunny and the air is fresh and stirring.

Mo Yunxiao came out of Fan Tower and came to the Zhouqiao with an excited and enthusiastic heart. She stood at the bridge and looked into the distance, thinking about how to build a modern city in Bianliang, Tokyo, which is densely populated and has developed commerce.

type joint-stock liability company.

But her original intention of establishing the company was complicated. She couldn't help but marvel at the magnificence and majesty of Fan Building; Song Wusao's show of weakness and softness also made her heart move. So, a plan to merge stores gradually took shape in her mind

Already.

But at this time, she looked at the busy and even somewhat congested streets, and her mind relaxed. The roads were not wide, but there were a lot of people, mules, horses, and oxcarts crisscrossing each other. There were also the flags fluttering in the wind at the shops along the street.

.The flags were floating in the sky, making a sound like a kite flying into the sky.

She turned her eyes and turned her gaze from the busy streets to the equally busy waterways. It was early spring, and there was an endless stream of cargo ships on the wide Bianhe River. A piece of warm sunshine shone on the water through the thick clouds, creating sparkling waves.

The waves were magnificent. The trackers on the shore shouted in unison a high and low sound that was hard to understand. The helmsmen on the boat were also calling each other, and it was chaotic and lively.

"Let's go! You son of a bitch! Why did you stop when I asked you to go first!" "Brother Cheng! This year's first batch of Jiangnan oranges! There's plenty of juice!" "Hey! What kind of bastard is that?

There is a small sampan blocking the waterway! It is really wicked!"

Mo Yunxiao couldn't help laughing when she heard the people on the boat shouting and yelling, and thought to herself: "It turns out that 'road rage' is not unique to modern people."

As a well-known young painter, Mo Yunxiao will be familiar with "Along the River During Qingming Festival". In this genre painting, boats on the Bianhe River come and go frequently, and people come and go on the Zhouqiao Bridge, which is overcrowded, which is in line with the situation at this time.

The scene is quite fitting.

Mo Yunxiao couldn't help but sigh: "If Zhang Zeduan painted at this time, would he include me in the painting and spread it to future generations?"

Huan'er was a little strange and asked quickly: "Who is Zhang Zeduan?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled faintly and did not answer her, but asked a question that made her quite confused: "Huan'er, the Bianhe River is an important waterway in Tokyo. But the glacier has been frozen since winter, so we shouldn't use boats.

Yes, why are the boats on the Bianhe River not affected by the seasons?"

Huan'er smiled and said, "Young lady is right. Before I came to Shenzong, the Bianhe River would indeed freeze in winter. That was because the Yellow River was about to freeze. But Emperor Shenzong changed the course of the Bianhe River with a wave of his hand. From then on, the Bianhe River

It is no longer frozen, and there are dedicated personnel clearing the river ice along the route, so the Bianhe River can continue to operate again and again."

"Oh!" Mo Yunxiao nodded in sudden realization and murmured: "So that's it."

Huan'er went on to introduce: "Actually, there is not only one canal in Tokyo, the Bian River, but also three branches of the Cai River, Jinshui River, and Wuzhang River, which also pass through the city. The amount of goods unloaded from these three rivers every year is overwhelming.

Even so, its water power is not much inferior to that of the Bian River."

Mo Yunxiao smiled and said: "So, there are countless people in Tokyo who rely on these four rivers to feed themselves."

"Of course!" Huan'er became more and more excited as he spoke, counting on his fingers: "Girl, think about it, if you don't mention anything else, there are only seventy-two stores in the city that can't transport goods every year.

Do they all go through these four rivers? The four departments and six bureaus that organize weddings and funerals in the city also rely on the canal for supply. Even the new singers and servants come by boat. There are also shops and docks along the river.

, tiles; trackers pulling fibers, boatmen unloading, river workers dredging canals... there are countless people. If the canal is cut off, the livelihood of these people will be lost. The country of the Song Dynasty will be destroyed.

…”

When she said this, she quickly covered her mouth, looked around cautiously, and then smiled mischievously. Although she didn't finish her words, the meaning of her words was self-evident.

"The Song Dynasty will never die on this small canal, you can rest assured." After Mo Yunxiao said this, he turned around and walked under the bridge.

Huan'er quickly followed up and said with a smile: "The girl is right. Our canal is prosperous and rich, so there is no reason to cut it off. However, since the Bianhe River was rerouted, there has been a little more right and wrong. To say that they killed officials and rebelled is not right.

I don’t dare, but there are quite a few people who gather to fight with each other and fight over the benefits of the canal.”

"Them?" Mo Yunxiao paused, turned around and asked, "Who are they?"

Huan'er looked at her with confusion on his face: "Isn't it Caobang?"

"Caobang?" Mo Yunxiao showed a puzzled expression and looked up into the distance. Huan'er felt even more strange and said, "Even the kids who are learning to talk in Tokyo know about the Caobang."

Mo Yunxiao smiled awkwardly and said hurriedly: "How can I forget the famous Caobang?"

After she finished speaking, she unconsciously lowered her felt hat and hurriedly walked down the Zhouqiao Bridge. She bit her lower lip tightly, frowned slightly, and looked embarrassed. But fortunately, she was wearing a felt hat, and she followed

Although Huan'er next to her glanced at her with her peripheral vision, she couldn't see clearly.

"Girl, are we going home now?" Huan'er asked a little embarrassed.

"Ah?" Mo Yunxiao was caught off guard and asked in a panic: "You...what do you mean?"

Huan'er giggled, hurriedly took Mo Yunxiao's hands, and said in a coquettish tone: "My girl, good girl. I haven't been out since the Lantern Festival, but it's suffocating."

Come on. Let’s finally get out, why don’t we go for a walk?”

Mo Yunxiao felt a little guilty and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Tokyo is such a big city, aren't you afraid of getting lost?"

Huan'er giggled and said, "We have all grown up here. Even if we walk with our eyes closed, there is no reason to get lost! Oh, my girl, please, just take me there."

"

"Haha..." Mo Yunxiao smiled awkwardly, and then looked around. As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of cornices and brackets, and pavilions paved with glazed tiles. People were walking shoulder to shoulder. The shouts of shop assistants and the shouts of vendors with pole poles could not be heard.

.

Her eyes gradually glowed with light, and the emotions of fear, fear, and guilt were swept away, replaced by curiosity and excitement.

"'I would rather touch Kaifeng Mansion than Mo Yunxiao.'" She looked into the distance and murmured.

Huan'er immediately added the next sentence: "'I would rather be jealous than meet Mo Helu'."

"That's fine." Mo Yunxiao withdrew her gaze, looked at Huan'er firmly, and said, "Anyway, I am a 'Female Yama', and no one will bully me in this city of Tokyo."

Huan'er was overjoyed, clapped her hands and shouted, "Young lady is such a kind person."

Mo Yunxiao smiled and said nothing, just took Huan'er's hand and walked along Tianjie towards the imperial city.

The door of the Wase closest to the Daxiangguo Temple did not post today’s program list and the names of the performers. Perhaps during the “national mourning” period, pure entertainment venues like Wase had to restrain themselves.

But having said that, Mo Yunxiao and Huan'er smelled a burst of turbid air when they entered the venue. Mo Yunxiao looked up and saw all kinds of people gathered around. Some were sitting around playing dice.

, those who fight crickets, and those who gather under the central stage to crack melon seeds and chat while waiting for the show to start. There are also people selling plasters and snacks walking back and forth in this Nodawa house, and you can still vaguely see them in the corners.

The barber is shaving someone's beard.

Mo Yunxiao frowned slightly and said with a bit of ridicule: "There are really all kinds of gods and Buddhas in the tile house!"

Huan'er smiled and said: "What's so strange about this? The Tile House we came to is not very big. The biggest one is the one in front of Xuande Tower. It covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, has a covered bridge, and elegant seats. The stage there is

But it’s much bigger than here, and there are even more famous actors and actresses.”

Then, she changed the topic and her tone became a little frustrated: "It's just a national mourning and at the foot of the imperial city, so naturally I don't dare to entertain guests in a ostentatious manner."

Mo Yunxiao walked slowly inside with Huan'er. People on both sides were slightly startled when they saw Mo Yunxiao. They avoided her. Those who didn't need to avoid looked at her closely, as if they saw some uninvited guest.

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Mo Yunxiao ignored them and continued to ask Huan'er beside him: "Then do you know why Washe is called Washe?"

Huan'er frowned, thought deeply, and said, "This... I don't know about this."

"Back to Miss Mo, the word 'Wa' in Wase means Wahe disintegration." A young man's voice suddenly sounded from the side. "Ah!" Huan'er couldn't help but screamed, and looked back, it turned out to be

A young boy with a handsome face, hunched over, followed behind them.

"Sister Huan, did I scare you?" the boy said to Huan'er with a playful look on his face.

Huan'er stroked her chest and said, "Oh shit! Next time you follow someone like this without saying a word, I won't hit you!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand as if to strike. The boy quickly moved his body out of the way and said with a smile: "Sister Huan, please calm down!"

"Humph!" Huan'er put down her hand and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense! Go and arrange a good place for my girl."

"Yes, yes." The boy nodded repeatedly, then raised his hand to Mo Yunxiao and said, "Miss Mo, okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a poor beggar with ragged clothes and unkempt hair. Although this beggar was poor, he was also tall and tall. He bumped into him so hard that the boy couldn't stand still and staggered.

After a few steps, luckily I held on to a railing so I didn't fall.

Both Mo Yunxiao and Huan'er were taken aback, but Huan'er was still bold and hurriedly stopped in front of Mo Yunxiao and scolded: "Where did this ignorant beggar come from to run rampant like this? If he bumped into my girl,

Let’s see if you feel better!”

Before the beggar could say anything, the boy came up to him and said angrily: "You bastard, how did you sneak in? If you want to ask for alms, go ask for it outside! There is no place for you to come here!"

As he spoke, he pushed the beggar away. But the beggar looked frightened and innocent. He raised his head and shouted to Mo Yunxiao, "Miss Mo! How dare I ask you for a bowl of water!"

"Why are you asking for water? Come on, come on!" The boy pushed him harder and harder. He didn't struggle and let the boy push him, but he kept shouting: "Miss Mo, please give me a bowl of water."

Huan'er looked at him with disdain and muttered: "You are getting bolder and bolder. How can you be so reckless as to ask for water?" Then he said to Mo Yunxiao: "Girl, don't do anything to these people in the future.

So merciful. If you are merciful in your heart, they will take advantage of you."

But Mo Yunxiao said: "Look at this man's burly stature, it doesn't look like he can be easily pushed. But why didn't he resist when the boy from Wase pushed him?"

"Hmph! Does he dare?" Huan'er said: "There are a lot of thugs in this place. There are no people in the house who are drunk and causing trouble, losing money and provoking troubles. How can we not raise some thugs?"

"But..." Mo Yunxiao was still puzzled: "Why did he only ask me for water? Even if a beggar doesn't have enough to eat, drinking a bowl of water is not a big problem."

"Oh, let's see! He just came here to cause trouble." Huan'er sighed, then turned to Mo Yunxiao and said, "Miss, you are a living Bodhisattva and have helped many poor beggars. But this is

I have never read the books of saints and sages, so my shame is not enough, so I am even more rude."

The boy pushed him out with great effort, then turned around and greeted him with a smile. "Miss Mo, I'm sorry." He cupped his hands and said, "Maybe it's us.

The gatekeeper was negligent and let the guy sneak in. I feel guilty for disturbing the girl's elegance. We happen to have a private seat on the second floor, so please come with me."

"Oh." Mo Yunxiao nodded in confusion and followed the boy.
Chapter completed!