Time flies, and the end of the year is here in the blink of an eye. This is the first Spring Festival since the establishment of Tumubao Market, so Yang Xuan spent a lot of thought on it.
Starting from the Laba Festival, lanterns are lit and red silk is tied in front of every house's door.
Several restaurants have even set up rows of tables in front of their doors, with a variety of food and snacks on the tables for everyone to eat for free.
In the open space inside the earthen fort, there are bonfires going on day and night, and everyone can have fun around the bonfire.
Those who knew how to sing came and roared, those who knew how to dance led everyone to dance together, and those who knew how to do some juggling tricks all performed a show. No matter how well they performed, everyone would clap and applaud.
Not to mention the theater and teahouse, which moved the stage directly to the street and performed for free for everyone's enjoyment.
When walking on the street, you will often hear a burst of cheers somewhere, and then a crowd of people will rush over to watch the excitement. Soon, there will be cheers from the other side, and the crowd will rush to the other side.
The cheerful atmosphere is like this, one wave after another.
Only the imperial envoy Tan Yuan did not go out no matter how busy it was outside.
Ever since he had been criticized and criticized several times when he ate out, he had been sitting in the courtyard of the inn, immersed in reading.
But these days, with the lively commotion outside and the lighting of firecrackers from time to time, he could not read a book.
Tan Yuan came to the yard and looked at the snowy scene. Suddenly he became very interested in poetry and his thoughts surged like a fountain. He was about to compose a poem, but just as he came up with the first sentence, he was interrupted by a burst of noise.
When I came to the front yard, I saw the guards and entourage staggering around, drinking and gambling, and it was a mess.
"Cui Dong."
Lord Tan returned to the backyard and said hello. This Cui Dong was the guard who was loyal to him. Hearing his Lord's greeting, he hurried forward.
"Look, everyone looks like this, how decent they are."
Cui Dong explained: "Sir, these days, they stay in this yard every day and have nothing to do. They are really bored. Besides, the Chinese New Year is only two days away, so I will let them relax."
Tan Yuan was speechless, waved his hand and said: "If you want to relax on the street, it's so lively outside, it's better than staying here."
Cui Dong looked happy when he heard this. Since the Lord stopped going out after being ignored by others, the guards and entourage did not dare to go out, for fear of making the Lord unhappy.
Now that the adults are asking them to go out, how can they not be happy?
"etc."
Just as Cui Dong was about to announce the good news, he was stopped by Tan Yuan again: "Give them each one tael of silver as a reward, and treat it as a New Year's gift."
"Thank you, sir." Cui Dong cupped his hands and thanked him.
Soon cheers came from outside. After a while of noise, the yard finally became a little cleaner. After searching for a long time, I finally found some inspiration and composed a poem about the snow scene.
But I always felt that something was missing, not half of his usual level.
Tan Yuan couldn't help but frown. After all, it was just in such a small yard, how could he get any good inspiration.
The scenery of this northern country must be magnificent, so Tan Yuan decided to go out for a walk.
If you stay in the yard like this anymore, you will almost get sick.
Anyway, I don’t want to join in the fun. I just go for a walk outside the city and see the snowy scenery in the wild, so that I can compose good poems.
Tan Yuan finally found an excuse to convince himself, then called Cui Dong and went out with him.
Sitting in the carriage, he couldn't see anyone else, so he didn't have to worry about anyone rolling their eyes at him. The carriage went all the way out of the city gate and stopped not far away.
After all, the last time he was arrested by Tiefutu, he had a psychological shadow.
After getting off the carriage and looking into the distance, the scenery was pretty good. Soon Tan Yuan got inspiration and quickly composed a poem praising snow. Tan Yuan was very satisfied and the depressed feeling in his heart for many days was swept away.
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Originally, he wanted to see more of the scenery, but after thinking about what happened to him when he was kidnapped last time, he decided to go back.
Along the way, he was still thinking about the poem just now, when suddenly the carriage vibrated and stopped.
Then he heard Cui Dong's voice apologizing to someone. It sounded like the driver had accidentally hit something.
The other party didn't bother with it. They exchanged a few words and prepared to leave. However, at this time, there was a sudden noise outside. Tan Yuan couldn't help being curious and stuck his head out to take a look.
In fact, there is nothing strange about it. There is a prairie man performing a fire-breathing performance there. He holds a torch, opens his mouth and spits out a long fire dragon.
You may have seen it a lot in Yingtian Mansion, but here, this kind of trick is rare.
However, just as he was about to retract into the carriage, he met the person next to him.
"Is it you, the bitch?"
As soon as the other party saw him, he immediately became rude.
Tan Yuan also recognized the other person, it was Xiaoyu who he had beaten in the Hong romance.
He ignored the other party, just snorted coldly and sat back in the carriage.
But what happened next was far beyond his imagination.
The man next to Xiaoyu shouted and cheered, and Tan Yuan's carriage was surrounded by people.
"Guan Gu, get down here."
came a man's voice with an obvious prairie accent.
"What are you doing?"
This was Cui Dong's voice. It was he who stood in front of the carriage and stopped the prairie man who wanted to open the carriage door.
But it was obvious that there were many people on the other side, so three or five strong men from the prairie swarmed up and pushed him aside.
The carriage door was suddenly pulled open, and a rough man from the prairie stretched out his big hand, grabbed Tan Yuan's front, and pulled him out of the carriage.
Tan Yuan was furious: "You are so bold that you dare to besiege the imperial officials. Do you want to rebel?"
"Bah, we are not Dasheng people."
Several prairie people obviously wanted to take action, but they were stopped by Xiaoyu: "Don't take action, everyone. We prairie people are also reasonable."
Tan Yuan, who was originally panicked, immediately calmed down when he saw this situation. In his opinion, the other party was obviously scared. Since the other party was scared, he could scare him a little and the matter would be over.
"Since you don't understand the laws of Dasheng, I won't care about your rudeness for the time being. I'd better retreat quickly."
Mr. Tan's official accent is quite good. Ordinary Dasheng people would probably be intimidated by his official power.
"Bah, don't show off your official power here. This is a Tumu fort, and you must follow the rules of the Tumu fort."
"Yes, follow the rules of Tumubao."
The grassland people became excited and swarmed forward. Seven or eight big hands had already grabbed Tan Yuan. The smell of these grassland people reminded him of the scene when he was kidnapped by Tiefu Tu, and his face suddenly turned pale.
He knew that these prairie people were very savage and would take action whenever they disagreed, without considering the consequences at all.
Fortunately, Xiaoyu stopped everyone again: "Guan Guan, last time I was romantic in Hong, you first molested me and then beat me. You have to give me an explanation."
"What explanation do you want?" Mr. Tan asked tremblingly. The man's fist was about to hit his face, and he couldn't help but refuse to compromise.
