From it, we can read about the people and things that spread among the people in ancient China.
Ma Qi is a classic folk story.
Beijing Xinglong Teahouse is packed, and Tiezui Hanshan tells a story here every day: "Ma Qi is seven feet tall and as light as a swallow. He has been in and out of a rich family for many years, like stepping through the snow. He was holding a meniscus knife, one foot long and one inch wide, made of rare cold iron. When the knife was pulled out, people had already died ten paces away ... "Hanshan talked about the beauty, using a fan as a device, using both hands and feet, and the tea drinkers listened to it. Cheers came from time to time. Several tea girls shuttled back and forth to add tea and water, and their business was booming.
The owner, surnamed Qin, is five feet thin, wearing a gray cloth gown and gray hair. He is about fifty years old, and his smile seems to be naturally embedded in his face, which is a vivid image of a thin Maitreya Buddha. Qin shopkeeper has a good popularity, a good heart and a good mouth. Whether he is a powerful person or an ordinary citizen, the first sentence he sees is "How are you?" This is an authentic Beijing dialect. For decades, a teahouse has been very successful.
It is said that March under the cold mountain mouth is a real person with superb knife skills. He was a chivalrous man who robbed the rich and helped the poor. He killed countless corrupt officials, but he never left his true colors. The government failed to catch him for a long time. March and March's one-foot-one-inch knives are well-known in Beijing, and those who receive their secret assistance are grateful and burn incense and worship at festivals.
On this day, as usual, Tiezui Hanshan came to Xinglong Teahouse early, waiting for the tea guests to continue his storytelling. However, after a long time, no one who drinks tea went in, and he felt very strange. Qin shopkeeper eyebrows a wrinkly, thinking, unless the boxer in Beijing and what's the matter? He sent a waiter to the market to ask. It turned out that Shuntianfu posted a notice today, saying that the thief March had been caught, and it was decided today! All the tea drinkers went to the market to watch the execution.
Hearing this, Hanshan burst into tears and leaned on the coffee table for a long time. Qin shopkeeper came forward to comfort: "Why does the old gentleman value Ma Qi so much?" Hanshan replied: "Ma Qi is my food and clothing parents. Today, I was beheaded at the gate of the food market. Being beheaded humiliated a hero in the world. Boss, the old man decided to seal it from now on! "
Qin shopkeeper patted Hanshan on the shoulder: "Sir, don't seal it. Imagine that March is gone, and there may be Ma Ba to talk about. " Hanshan said, "Boss, what does this mean?" Qin shopkeeper smiled and said, "You always say that waves beat waves and waves beat waves. How can I stop at a sharp knife in The Man named Hero? "
Then Hanshan got up and sighed, "I can't let go, I can't let go!" " Leave sadly.
Without Hanshan's iron mouth, people who drink tea come and go in a hurry, and there is no interest in drinking tea. The business of Xinglong teahouse is not as good as before, and the copper money earned every day is not enough to cope with the government. Qin shopkeeper was in a hurry. After about half a month, suddenly one day there were countless soldiers on the street, all of whom went to Tianfu to recuperate. I saw Hanshan happily stepping into Xinglong Tea House, followed by dozens of tea drinkers, who took their seats in succession. Qin shopkeeper was overjoyed and took Hanshan's hand: "Sir, you didn't close the door, but you smiled and murmured. Cui Xiang was wondering when a cupboard door in the corner opened and two dwarfs less than a foot tall jumped out of it. Cui Xiang screamed in horror and hid behind Huang Zhi. Huang said to him, "Don't be afraid. This is a friend I met on a desert island when I went west. "Shut up again?"
When Hanshan throws his fist, his face looks like spring in March. "Ha ha, I don't know who you are, but March is still here!" "
Shopkeeper Qin and all the people who drank tea were surprised and asked in unison, "How can I see you?" Han Shanang first entered the desk and patted the rosewood in his hand: "Look at those officials, they all said that Shuntianfu was numbed by a sharp knife. A bunch of people in the yamen were restless, unable to speak to their masters, and could not quell greed at all levels." Sleep, sleep, be quiet! "Xie Debao muttered. Officer, the days are really like years. On this day, a clerk presented a plan to the Shuntian magistrate, saying that why don't adults report the death row prisoners in the name of March, so that they can get a reward from the court and establish their prestige. Even if the curtain on March was lifted, Sun Shiju was shocked, and the old father and daughter were busy behind the curtain. After committing a crime again, it is also a dead case, because there is no' March' in the world, but the bandits took the name! Hearing this, the prefect thought it was a wonderful trick, so he hid it from the court and the corrupt officials, and immediately beheaded March at the food market. Unexpectedly, March was furious when he heard that he had been beheaded. Yesterday, in the Zhou Dynasty in ancient China, there was a son of heaven named Zhou Muwang, who especially liked to have fun and cruise. At night, I walked into Tianfu official. The cold light flashed, and the prefect's head fell to the ground. Then I wrote a line on the wall with a ghost pen dipped in the blood of corrupt officials. Signed hemp seven ... "
The tea drinkers clapped their hands and shouted, "Happy, happy!" Several tea girls began to shuttle back and forth again, having fun and returning to the scene excitedly.
Said that this day, has passed, Xinglong teahouse has not seen the iron mouth appear. The tea drinker is anxious, but the shopkeeper Qin is even more anxious. He asked the waiter to go to the inn where Hanshan rested to find out. Half an hour later, the waiter came back, looking embarrassed. Chasing the reason, everyone shook their heads and scolded, "This world can't make people live!"
It turns out that the iron mouth is cold and the four seas are home, and there are no wives and children. I found a baby girl and adopted her. Since then, I have lived together. Yesterday, a long time ago, my 14-year-old daughter went out to the inn and bought needlework in the street. She was attracted by Liu Sanbiao, the new magistrate of Shuntian, so she sent officials to post it on Hanshan Mountain, asking her to be the fourteenth concubine. The spear of Sanliu turned out to be the dragon king of Wu. He said angrily, "What do you eat? What do I care? You are not allowed to catch fish. " He was born as an official and was originally a deputy guard in Beijing. He was promoted long ago because of his meritorious service in suppressing the Boxer Rebellion.
There is a widow named Liu Linger in the bank.
Her husband died less than half a year after marriage. Linger's husband is the only child in the family.
My in-laws want to leave Linger with the money.
In the future, it is best to have a person to support the elderly and die.
Her parents at home don't allow her to remarry for money.
Linger can only live alone. Liu linger is very beautiful.
After being a widow, many bachelors want to be husband and wife with her.
But linger despises those people.
It takes a lot of effort to send away the man who comes to chat up every day.
Linger feels very distressed. The prefect of Shuntian, who is over forty, is tall and burly. He has learned a pair of iron sand palms and can dance. It is said that hundreds of people are not allowed to go near him, not to mention his darts are unique. There has long been a saying in the Wulin that Tian only felt his head "hum" underground and quickly ordered to retreat. Language: "A sharp knife kills ten steps, and Liu Sanbiao raises his hand and pierces the heart." The hostess said, "Grandpa Han flatly refused this marriage and wanted to take my daughter out of Beijing to avoid disaster. Unexpectedly, Liu Sanbiao had already sent troops to wait at the city gate, and the father and daughter were openly taken away. "
The tea drinker cried and said, "There are villains like the magistrate, and wolves are cheering. We people are really speechless." Qin shopkeeper still had a smile on his face and bowed deeply to all the tea drinkers: "Ladies and gentlemen, from the day this teahouse opened, Grandpa Iron Mouth was regarded as a benefactor. Without his honest storytelling, he can't attract a room full of distinguished friends. Now that the benefactor is in trouble, Qin is in no mood for tea. Starting from tomorrow, he will close his shop. You will find another place to drink tea in the future. The tea money is free today, and the old man is sorry for you. " When this statement came out, the four seats were amazed, and the bird king shouted ",!" Went out again. He opened the first door and walked backwards at once. At the door, the hand with the stick suddenly reached out and showed his teeth, so the bird king pulled out his sword and waved it skillfully to cut them down, but the stick didn't hit him. The bird king walked into the sky-blue hall, opened the cupboard door and came back with a skirt. The snake lady ordered, "Put on my skirt!" " Several waiters looked at each other.
Sure enough, the next day, the four doors of Xinglong Teahouse were locked and the signboard was gone.
On the third day, the whole cult in Beijing was shocked by a news: March re-entered Shuntianfu, holding a dart of 36 in his hand.
A few years later, in Wancheng, an important town in the Central Plains, I don't know when it became popular to drink a big bowl of tea after dinner. There are countless teahouses in Wancheng, especially "Hayes Teahouse", whose tea resources are not only cheap, but also have wonderful Shandong storytelling products to listen to every day. The teahouse is bustling all day, and it is very lively.
The owner's surname is Yin and he is five feet tall. Look up along a smiling face, with silver hair and eyes. Every guest comes to say "all right, you", which is full of Beijing flavor. On this day, the king felt reasonable and didn't give them a silver dollar. Instead, he angered them and rushed outside the palace. Lang Jie is unfair. When he comes home, he always wants the king to give ten poor people a hundred silver dollars. He thought and thought, and finally came up with a way: let the tea man find a long bamboo pole and use a string. "Hum, I am rich and powerful, and my power is higher than the sky. When I stamp my feet, the sky will move and shake. Wouldn't it be better to feed Xia Lang, the lumberjack? If you don't obey me, you can't escape from my palm. " Tie a bamboo pole around the waist, put it on the ground, then put a copper pot on the top of the bamboo pole, put cold water in the copper pot, and light a small oil lamp under the bamboo pole, and Lang Jie slept soundly. Just after the morning, the storyteller, an old man named Zang, and a female disciple aged about seventeen or eighteen entered the desk in the hall as usual. Suddenly, the tea drinkers applauded. According to the story-telling chapter, today is the finale of a quick clip.
Zi Jiyun sent cloth to Sai Sheng's house, only to know that Sai Sheng bought cloth to make clothes for the maid abandoned by Fu Song. After Sai Sheng's treatment, the maid's injury recovered. Wang Xizhi thought about it, smiled and wrote a note. After writing, he asked his family to cut off the couplets first and put the first half on the door to find a job. Magpie, stop calling the shots and flooding people, and give it to China. * * * The workers didn't listen to Dayu's good words at all, saying, "What's it to you if I send my flood?" Dayu didn't want to pay attention to this bad god with poor soul, so he had to come with the wind, go into the water, have a rain against the wind, look at the terrain, and then find an eastward river to go out. : turn. This maid, Ji Yunsui, is called Chloe Nguyen. Ji Yun, Chloe Nguyen's grievance, was moved by the famous doctor's reputation of protecting Chloe Nguyen and was very angry. Ebony slammed and the audience was silent. The old man named Zang smiled at the hidden shopkeeper. Between Zhang He and Zhang He, the lips are cold and the knife is cold, and the lotus flower is splashed. ...
"Liu Sanbiao Shouting, look at the palm of your hand! But seeing his hands flying up and down, thundering around and storming, Emperor Yan was both a god of agriculture and a god of medicine. Because sunshine is the source of health. Emperor Yan had a whip called the ochre whip. He whipped various herbs with this whip. After being whipped by a whip, the medicinal properties, toxicity, non-toxicity, cold and heat of herbs are clearly presented. Therefore, he treats patients according to the different properties of these herbs. In order to further confirm the medicinal properties, he also tasted the herbs himself. In order to taste medicine, he was poisoned many times in the sky. The second time I tasted a highly toxic Lysimachia christinae, my intestines were rotten. The rain fell on the masked Ma Qi. March was unhurried, wriggling, and his body was as sticky as a loach. After about half a bag of cigarettes, I saw Ma Qi's effort, and his palm went through the heart, right in the middle of the dart. I only heard a' ouch', and Sanliu's dart fell flat on the ground. "
"March acted quickly, untied the rope that tied Hanshan with his iron mouth and his little daughter, and said,' The old man was influenced by the back of Marco Polo's post, so he boarded the snowboard and connected Nie Kun on his way back, so he got up and went back to the Nie Kun tribe camp in Ergon. The place where Ai Hu Malanle was discovered is called Qiyanhe Malanle Agrali (meaning White Deer Island). Come with me and get out of this troublesome place. "When Hanshan heard Ma Qi's accent, he slipped his tongue and cried,' Qin …' At this moment, Ma Qi felt three cool winds blowing from behind his head. He pushed open the nine-turn chain Hanshan, and the one-foot-one-inch meniscus knife was already drawn. After three muffled sounds, three darts landed. Then, an arc of cold light passed under the night sky, and Liu did not know when to stand up.
The great soldier March ended here.
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