This day is the day to go to the big market. The country people usually lack supplies and are inconvenient to buy things. Therefore, the day of going to the market once a week is the main way for everyone to buy things. This kind of market is different from the shops and shopping streets in the city. The merchants are all mobile vendors from all over the place. They find an open space to build a shelf in the market, and this shop is considered to be.

On this day, villagers from all over the country flocked to the town, setting up stalls, buying things, livestock markets, cooked vegetable markets, old goods markets, clothing markets, and all kinds of business have their own customary territory. The girls are dressed up in the flowers, the young men are jumping around, and half-aged children are running around in the thighs of adults. The aroma of cooked butchers, the roar of livestock, the shouts of businessmen, and the bargaining sounds... It seems that the noises in the world are gathered together, and the desolate town is filled with the atmosphere of festivals.

The master of the slaughterhouse took out the steaming internal organs from the belly of the newly slaughtered animals with bare shirts and went into the water. Someone immediately took them to clean them. He quickly threw them into a large pot of firewood made of blue bricks. After a while, a seductive fragrance emerged from the pot. The master set up a row of big wrists, sprinkled chopped green onion and ginger, sprinkled a spoonful of soup from the pot, sprinkled it in, used an iron hook to remove the cooked intestines, brushed it into several sections, threw a few pieces in each bowl, and added red chili oil to rub it into pieces, and a bowl of fragrant mutton soaked buns were all made. A few men threw down two dollars, picked up the bowl and snorted it, and snorted it all over the head, and saw the children next to him licked their mouths.

On the stone steps in front of the guesthouse, an old man wearing old round sunglasses was squatting. He was wearing a torn melon hat on his head and a pile of worn-out clothes that had not been washed for many days. He had long known the original color. The old man's face was thin and his cheeks were sunken, which made people feel indescribable. He was hungry or naturally skeleton surprised.

The aroma of the butcher shop filled the air. The old man sniffed and slapped his mouth twice. He heard the people coming and going around him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of energy. He tidied up his clothes, cleared his throat, and knocked the broken bowl in front of his lower body with bamboo chopsticks:

"Dear uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, I am a Western mountain person. I am a storyteller who travels around the world and works as homes. I pass by precious land. But I see the mountains and rivers, the beautiful clouds, no one spitting everywhere, no one speaks wildly, no one crosses the road, no one flying birds, no donkeys climbing trees. It is truly a Feng Shui treasure land."

The voice was sharp, the words were straight and round, and it sounded like a sonorous sentence. Many idle people were attracted by it, and some people shouted: "You are so stunning, how could you see so clearly, you blind man."

The old man ignored him and said to himself: "Dear brothers and sisters, men, women, young and old, Mo Lao San is borrowing a treasure land from you and tells everyone, "The rich will be a place for money, and the poor will not leave, you will be a place for personal support. I thank you everyone here, I wish you all the best every year, give birth to a boy like a tiger, a tiger with a power, and a daughter like a green onion, beautiful and fair. The young man grows older and more energetic. The mother-in-law is happy to see it, the eldest girl is getting more and more beautiful, and her parents-in-law is so happy that she runs off her legs."

The person next to him laughed loudly. Seeing that he was talking interesting, someone gradually surrounded him. The old man became interested and knocked on the broken bowl in front of him with bamboo chopsticks. Seeing that no one responded, he raised his voice again:

"Dear brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, someone asked me if you are a seller of dog skin plasters. Let me tell you that many generations of us have been real people. The dog skin plasters are fake. We never play with that virtual one. If you want to come, you can come with that real one. We are a storyteller..."

Someone next to him started to cheer, "You are so cowardly. People always hold the three-strings to speak, and they play and sing on their own. You always use a broken bowl to knock the old third paragraph. You beg for food and you are also telling, you are not afraid of losing your ancestors' faces. You criticize your face like the corner of the city wall..."

The old man was anxious, "You have to be so thief, you're so melon-like! Don't look down on others, the hungry ancestor Mo Lao San is a well-known silver..."

The man was not angry, "You trek, you should tell me some fresh hungry people, and I promised to invite you to eat mutton steamed buns."

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Dear readers, Shaanxi is a good place with outstanding people. It is said that it is Mizhi's wife Suide's Han, and the stone slabs and tiled kilns in Qingjian. The brave Lu Bu is our Suide people, the Diao Chan, who is shy of the moon and flowers, the Mizhi people, and the King of Rebellion Li Zicheng who was in chaos in the late Ming Dynasty, and Han Shizhong, the hero of the anti-Jin of the Southern Song Dynasty... "

The man next to him started to cheer again: "Are you so surprised? You bookmark the club (stop talking about it)."

Someone next to him was very satisfied and immediately interrupted the man and told him not to interrupt.

Mo Laosan continued: "Suide has been a 'famous prefecture in the world' since ancient times. It is located in the hinterland of northern Shaanxi. It is the intersection of the Dali River and the Wuding River. It is a transportation hub in northern Shaanxi. It has been a place that military strategists and military strategists have been fighting for since ancient times. There are many literati and military generals in history. The one we are talking about today is a great hero who stands tall, but there are no names in history. Why do people have names?" After saying that, he knocked on the broken bowl in front of him, and someone immediately threw a few coins in it.

Hearing the sound of the coin touching the crisp bottom of the bowl, Mo Laosan became excited and swallowed his saliva and continued, "The great hero we are talking about today is called General Zhang, with his surname Gong Chang Zhang, and his single name is Yu. Do you know how capable this General Zhang is? Genghis Khan's Mongolian army galloped across the Central Plains and was invincible. General Zhang was the only one who dared to fight him."

Someone next to him muttered: "Brave x."

Mo Laosan ignored the man and said to himself, "Everyone said that Genghis Khan was dominant in the world, and his iron cavalry had no rivals in the world. How could he suffer the losses of people from this small place in Suide?"

"So, this General Zhang has never read a military book. He only has one trick to subdue the Mongolians, called 'Returning to the other'."

There was another burst of laughter in the crowd. Mo Laosan's ability to make up was still a bit bad, and even martial arts novels were brought out. Mo Laosan ignored it and continued to talk: "This general Zhang, his ancestors were blacksmiths, who made a living by traveling to the villages and households to help people make iron tools. Genghis Khan was a murderous demon king who invaded our Central Plains. The Mongols lived on horseback since childhood, and they were robbed things that they had been fierce and fierce since childhood. Every time they went to kill people and set fire, they would do everything evil, men killed all the men, women and children were slaves, crops and houses were burned, trees were cut down, iron cavalry passed by, corpses were everywhere, ruins were ruined, and no grass was born."

"Our General Zhang has been traveling with his father in a street and village since he was a child. He didn't want to meet the Mongolian cavalry one day, and a team of men slaughtered a small village, the men slaughtered, and the women snatched it. Seeing General Zhang's father and son carrying iron tools, the leader took the two back and presented them to the general as slaves. The Mongolian general was violent and was better than pigs and dogs to treat the father and son. The two endured humiliation and lived secretly, and followed the Mongolian army to migrate everywhere, and heard and witnessed the various bad deeds of the Mongolian iron cavalry."

Everyone heard what he said, and these words came out of his mouth. His thin body was quite majestic. Several people were attracted to him and listened to him.

"General Zhang followed the army to fight south and north for several years. Before he knew it, he had grown from a young man to an adult. He had a tiger's back and a bear's waist and was extremely powerful. Those rough Mongolians were not his usual wrestling."

"One day, the Mongolian general got a good sword. The original owner of the sword was a prince of the Meierqiti people. He was destroyed by Genghis Khan's army. Because the general was brave in fighting, Genghis Khan gave him this sword. The sword was made of cold iron outside the sky. The sword was six feet long and the sword was wide. The iron was cut like mud. Cutting wood was like to peel tofu. Unfortunately, the scabbard was lost when it was obtained. The ordinary scabbard was not available, so he handed it over to General Zhang's father and ordered him to make a scabbard."

"A few days later, the Mongolian general was looking for fun in the tent one day and ordered General Zhang's father to present a sword to watch with others.

Zhang's father came to the tent and saw a group of Mongolian soldiers drinking and having fun. Several women accompanying the side of the escort were not covered, and they cried secretly. The Mongolians were cruel by nature. They believed that the most fun thing in life was, 'It is better to defeat the enemy and drive the enemy in front of the horse; to plunder all their wealth and property, and to take all their horses; to witness their relatives crying; to hug their wives and daughters in my dormitory', which was cruel and unreasonable. The prince's clan members of the escort were destroyed, and the general made great contributions. Genghis Khan rewarded gold, silver and jewelry, and the prince's concubines were all his own. The general was cruel by nature and did not regard these women as humans, and was ruined like animals every day."

"Zhang's father held the sword in both hands and knelt forward. The general reached out to take it, but he was weak after drinking, and the lower plate was unstable. The sword was quite heavy, and he didn't hold it firmly. He staggered and almost fell down, causing the Mongolians next to him to laugh. The general was angry and ashamed, he accused Zhang's father of deliberately making him embarrassed. He immediately ordered his subordinates to tie Zhang's father up, melt the silver ingots, poured it directly into Zhang's father's ears, and burned him to death. These Mongolians actually laughed like watching a show."

"This general Zhang witnessed his father's tragic death. He knew that his fists could not match four hands. He was silent and calm. When everyone was drunk at night, he sneaked into the tent and picked up the sword. He awakened the general and cut his head in half with one sword. Then he cut the guards to death, awakened several women, led the army and let him escape, picked four horses himself and fled in the opposite direction. He kept his horses and ran back to the northern Shaanxi area."

"I didn't expect that my hometown had been burned, killed and looted by the Mongolian cavalry. The villagers died and fled. The once lively villages and towns were left with only broken walls and a depressed area."

"At that time, Genghis Khan had unified most of the Mongolian tribes. Although the territory was vast, he still maintained the habits of nomadic peoples. He burned, killed, looted, and left a ruin. After the people came back to rebuild their homes, he came to occupy them again. This repeated until there was no one on this land. These Mongolians never regarded us Han people as humans. In their eyes, Han people and even beasts were worse than those."
Chapter completed!