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Late one night in the summer of the 10th year of Emperor Daoguang's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Linming (now Panjin, Liaoning), a small town in western Liaoning, was shrouded in violent wind and rain. It was late at night, and a woman's heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from the backyard of Yuxingzhai, a time-honored antique shop on the main street of the county town: "Master, you are cruel, you left, leaving us orphans and widows, how will we live in the future!" The crying woman was none other than the wife of Liu Fengtong, the owner of Yufuxing, Fan Shiniang, nicknamed "Sai Yuji". Speaking of Liu Fengtong, the boss of Yufuxing, he was a very important figure in Linming County at that time. Liu Fengtong's grandfather, Liu Yisan, was an editor of the Imperial Academy during the Qianlong and Jiaqing years. He participated in the editor-in-chief of "Sikuquanshu". He was talented and knowledgeable. He later died of a terminal illness in the capital.

Ye Xuesong's original name is Ye Hui, male, Manchu, born in the 1970s. Mainly engaged in writing popular novels and stories. He has been writing professionally since 1999. He has published about 2 million words of literary works in various genres. He is a member of Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. He graduated from the emerging writers class of Liaoning University of Literature in 2007 and is now engaged in professional writing at home. Editor's note: I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. People who have never experienced troubled times cannot understand the panic of hanging by a thread and the sadness of being homeless. Chinese people have longed for a peaceful and prosperous age from generation to generation, but what does a peaceful and prosperous age mean? "Han Shu·Shi Huo Zhi" says: "The people have enough for their families, and they are full of money." "Money, accumulated by hundreds and thousands, is rotten and cannot be corrected. Millet, full of dew and accumulated outside, is rotten and cannot be eaten."

Midsummer. A bathing beach on the seaside. Under a sun umbrella, detectives Li Weidong and Song Hongxu of the Haibin City Criminal Investigation Brigade, dressed in casual clothes, were talking and looking at the crowd around them with the corner of their eyes. The two of them had been ordered to stay here for more than ten days, but the cunning prey never appeared. A few days ago, the Haibin City Public Security Bureau received a report that someone was quietly selling ecstasy pills in prosperous areas such as seaside bathing beaches. Previously, Lao Xia, a senior police officer in Haibin City, mysteriously disappeared after being ordered to beat up a gangster organization that manufactured ecstasy pills. Soon after, Lao Xia's wife Yao Sufen was also mysteriously kidnapped, and her whereabouts are still unknown. This case is rare in the country and alarmed the Provincial Public Security Department. The provincial department instructed the Haibin Municipal Bureau to destroy the underworld gangs that manufacture ecstasy within two months.

The forty-three-year-old Dora, like her name, looks fashionable and youthful, but most of her former female classmates have become mothers-in-law, and she is still a beautiful woman with no owner, waiting to be loosened by others. Dora works as a director at the Provincial People's Broadcasting Station. She has a fair face, a petite figure, a jade-like melon face with a pair of big talking eyes, eyebrow-length bangs and occasional braids. She is quite similar to Feng Chengcheng in "Shanghai Beach" starring Zhao Yazhi. Because she had never given birth to a child, her figure was still elegant and light. Time seemed to have left nothing on her body. In the words of her college roommate Ren Fengyan, she is an era younger than them. At the class reunion, those female classmates who were already bloated saw her and regretted marrying so early. This is probably Dora's happiest time of the year.

Li Long wanted to know more clues about the murder of Yang Lijuan from the old man. During the conversation, he learned that the old man's son-in-law Zhu Chuanwu was run over by a carriage, and Li Long saw that it was an old horse with a docile temperament. It would be impossible for him to run wildly without being greatly stimulated. Sure enough, he found a burn scar the size of a broad bean on the old horse's anus. What is a widow doing with her newly embroidered lotus cigarette purse in a deserted Buddhist hall? It is obvious that he is a lover, and this person is undoubtedly Dong Ruilin. When he learned that Dong Ruilin was not married, Li Long asked Dong Ruilin's mother Zheng through Yang Laohan. Dong Ruilin and his son believed in physiognomy. During the interview with Dong Ruilin, Dong Ruilin confided everything between himself and Yang Lijuan.

This book is carefully selected from the suspense stories published by Mr. Ye Xuesong, a well-known popular literature writer in the country. These 20 stories include medium-length novels with about 10,000 words and short stories with thousands of words. They include strange cases and strange cases, heroic emotions, and contemporary legends. They are suspenseful and thrilling, with multiple angles and aspects. They reflect the various aspects of life. The reading will make you put it down, unable to put it down, or cover the book in deep thought, or make you cry. It is undoubtedly a rare and exquisite feast.

Before I was twelve years old, I was happy. I have a name that sounds very unpleasant: Lao Gada. I don't know why my parents gave me such a weird name, but when my mother told me that even the Lord of Hell couldn't catch me with this name, I gradually fell in love with it. Hey, I'm not on the Lord of Hell's life and death list, so I can live a long life! In the deep winter of Guandong, the water is thin, the mountains are cold, and the snow is white. It is the eve of sunrise. The sun warmly reflects the snowy fields into five-color dazzling light strips. It shines warmly on the snow beside the Daliao River. From a distance, it looks like a huge and beautiful ink painting. Although I am a servant's child, my favorite is ink painting. I even dream of becoming a painter who can paint the scenes I like as I please.

What's the story? It is a literary vehicle. It comes from the folk and is the most "lower people" art. Because of this, it has a natural earthy fragrance and is deeply loved by the people. The story originated in ancient times. It was born with the birth of human language. It records the daily necessities of life, the ups and downs, and witnesses the long history of mankind. This is true for China, and it is true for other countries around the world. Stories are like music, not limited by regional customs. They can cross national boundaries and communicate with people's hearts. Stories are the "living fossils" of history. Like ginkgo trees, they become more and more prosperous despite the ups and downs of thousands of generations.

Sunlight filtered in through the thin see-through window and shone on the fish pot just served by the waiter on the table. The fish soup in the fish pot is boiling, and the various ingredients exude a strong aroma, which makes people accelerate the secretion of saliva. He picked up a small piece of fish, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. Then, he smiled at her, "I love fish the most. I never get tired of eating it. This fish pot is so authentic." Yeah? She also picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, and looked at him. I also like to eat fish, especially the fish pot here. It is hygienic, delicious, and the price is fair. She pointed to the video of live cooking in the kitchen on the lobby screen. Last time, we were downstairs and had the same fish. The difference is that you invited me, but this time, I invited you. She said. He smiled, this time, it will cost you.

Before I was twelve years old, I was happy. I have a name that sounds very unpleasant: Lao Dazao. I don't know why my parents gave me such a weird name, but when my mother told me that even the Lord of Hell couldn't catch me with this name, I gradually fell in love with it. Hehe, I am not in the book of life and death of the Lord of Hell. I can live a long life! In the deep winter of Kanto, the water is thin, the mountains are cold, and the snow is white. It is at sunrise, and the sun is warm, reflecting the snowy fields into five-color dazzling light strips. It shines warmly on the snow beside the Daliao River. From a distance, it looks like a huge and beautiful ink painting. Although I am a servant's child, my favorite is ink painting. I even dream of becoming a painting master and being able to paint the scenes I like as I please.

Guangningwei, located at the foot of Jiuhe River in western Liaoning, is close to the famous mountain Yiwulu Mountain in Guandong. It is a treasure place with outstanding individuals and places. Since the establishment of the city in the early Tang Dynasty, after thousands of years, countless scholars, celebrities and talents have emerged. In Guangningwei, the most famous one is the "Juren Street" where Lin Mohan lives. Why call an ordinary street "Juren Street"? It turns out that since the era of imperial examinations, more than 200 candidates have been elected on this street.

For a woman, the man she loves is her whole world. I firmly believe this sentence because I fell in love with a man. I feel that he is my God and my whole world. This man is older than me and is a married man. Grandma once asked a respected gentleman from our village who was over 90 years old and was familiar with Zhouyi Ma Yi's physiognomy to tell my fortune. The gentleman said that I was destined to have a special fate. My hometown is on the edge of the Liao River. Every spring and summer, the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the fragrance spreads ten miles away. Grandma said that during the Qing Dynasty, although there were only a few dozen households in the village, a Feng Shui master had seen it and said that my hometown was a land of phoenixes, and our village was located in the eye of the phoenix. It had good Feng Shui and was an exceptional place. But from the Qing Dynasty to now, not a single character has appeared in the village. However, my grandma, who is of pure Manchu descent, always says that I am Gege Ming.

In the past few days, in the Feng family courtyard in the ancient town of Shaling by the Daliao River, drums were playing loudly and white flags were floating. The old boss Feng Chunqiao died of illness. The Feng family was a well-known family in Guandong. Feng Chunqiao served as the emperor's teacher in his early years. After returning home, he purchased mountains and forests and ran many businesses. Last winter, Feng Chunqiao had a New Year's Eve dinner at Hongbao Tower in the county town with the shopkeepers of various shops. After returning home, she felt unwell. At that time, she thought she had contracted a cold because of the cold weather. After various treatments by doctors, her condition did not improve, but became worse and worse, and she eventually passed away. Feng Chunqiao died, and his two sons had a dispute over the cemetery. The old tomb of the Feng family is surrounded by green pines and cypresses, and is filled with purple smoke. Feng Shui masters say it is a treasured land. Some even say that it has a dragon-veined atmosphere with its head resting on Yiwulu Mountain and its feet on the Daliao River.

Xiangyao generally refers to the wealthy and wealthy families in the Guandong area in the old days. The emergence of Xiangyao is closely related to that era. At that time, banditry was rampant, harassing the people, killing and looting, and committing all kinds of evil. Therefore, the wealthy families had to arm themselves to protect themselves. According to Qing law, Manchus were not allowed to engage in agricultural production or business. However, the protagonist in the novel was forced by life and relied on wisdom and perseverance to become a Xiangyao in the eyes of the barbarians.

In order to search for the relics of the Northeast Anti-Japanese War, I visited the deep mountains and forests in the Greater Khingan Mountains several times. At the end of the Year of the Horse, in Mordaogarin District, I met Ma Youjiang, the director of the management station. My friend Lao Xing, a writer in Mordao Galin District, told me that Ma Youjiang is of pure Manchu descent. His ancestral surname is Ma Jia, and his ancestor was Sheng Yin, the Minister of Rites during the Daoguang period. Although I am Manchu on my ID card, to be honest, I am only a quarter of Manchu. I am blessed with the light of my Koromama (in Manchu, that is grandma). At that time, the county where I was located was changed to a Manchu Autonomous County. It was said that there were many preferential policies, so I changed my ethnicity to Manchu along with those who wanted to enjoy the preferential policies. My grandma is of pure Manchu descent. Although I have more Han ancestry, I have been interested in the Manchus since I was a child.

Only then did Yu Haitao realize that no wonder the manager gave them their wages. It turned out that it was Xiangzi who helped secretly. Xiezi said, I didn't want him to continue to lie, so I found his current girlfriend and told the truth. The real estate owner's daughter never thought that her boyfriend who was passionately in love was actually a married woman under an alias. He deceived everyone with his clever mouth and appearance! Yu Haitao asked Xiuzi if he would remarry Dakuan. Xiuzi said that he came to me because he returned to the starting point, but how could I live with such a person anymore? It's getting late, I'm taking a rest. I have something to say tomorrow.

On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to burn incense at the Fox Fairy Empress Temple in Liulihe. It is said that the Fox Fairy Queen of Liulihe Fox Fairy Temple is very effective in praying for children, making money, curing diseases and praying for rain. Therefore, the incense is extremely strong.

Early that morning, W City Party Committee Secretary Zhou Huaiyu held a brief meeting with the secretary and mayor in his office as usual. This is a habit that Zhou Huaiyu has developed since he took office as Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. No matter how busy he is, he must convene a brief meeting with his subordinates after work every morning. However, Zhou Huaiyu discovered this morning that Jin Huaqiong, the executive deputy mayor in charge of urban construction work, had not attended the meeting for two days. After the meeting, he stopped Mayor Bai Dacheng: "Mayor Bai, Vice Mayor Jin has not come to the meeting these two days. Did something delay it?" Bai Dacheng thought for a while and said, "Yes, Secretary Zhou, it seems that Vice Mayor Jin has not come to work these two days. I will ask her secretary Xiao Wu to find out about her situation."

The woman held a musket in her hand and ran down in a panic. At midnight, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Xing'er, a girl in the front yard of Pan's old house in Jade Garden, was awakened by the thunder. She quickly got up and closed the window, and suddenly she heard the brass ring on the door clang. It was so urgent that Pan Feng, the eldest young master of the Pan family, was probably back. Pan Feng is a "night owl" who is uneducated and spends most of the night gambling, causing Myolie to often get up from bed in the middle of the night. Myolie held an umbrella and hurriedly walked towards the door. This house is located on the outskirts of Guangning. The owner of the Pan family compound, Pan Guirong, liked the fresh air here, so he settled his home here and gave it a nice name - Jade Garden. "Dang-dang--" The door knocker still kept ringing rapidly.

It was drizzling outside, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Zhao Gongqian, the housekeeper of Hengchang Medicinal Materials Store, held an oil umbrella and hurriedly entered the medicine store. At this moment, Na Rand, the shopkeeper of the medicine store, was lying on the kang in the backyard and smoking a hookah leisurely, wearing a double-breasted white silk shirt. Today is a rainy day, and it is rare to relax our tired muscles and bones. Na Rand was puffing away his eyes with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Gongqian walking in with a happy face. Rand raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Gongqian, still smoking his hookah, and motioned for him to sit down on the chair next to him. Zhao Gongqian took off his black wool hat, untied his black silk gown and hung it on the hanger, then sat on a chair, looked at Na Rand with squinted eyes and smiled: "Shopkeeper, guess what good news I brought you today?"

One morning in winter, Fugui and his father were having dinner at home. A family member came in in a panic and said, "Butler, my wife asked me to tell you, go and have a look. Something happened when a member of the family went out!" Defu's face turned pale, and he pulled Fugui and ran to the front yard. When they arrived at Niu's house, both of them were shocked. It turned out that the body of the member was lying in the middle of the yard, and his wife was crying fiercely! Fugui couldn't wait to ask a family member with whom he usually had a good relationship. The family pulled Fugui to a secluded place and lowered their voices: "Fugui, on the way back, Yuan Wai encountered bandits at the mouth of the Sancha River. He was hit by a poisonous dart and all the goods and money were stolen by the bandits. We guarded Yuan Wai and fought desperately to get out. Before we reached the halfway point, Yuan Wai died!"

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, the sun shines through the dense leaves, and condenses with the mist on the ground into colorful light pillars that shine into the ground. "Brother, second brother, it's another good weather." Tao Xiwang stretched himself out of the cellar. While intoxicated in last night's dream, he shouted to the eldest son Sun Zhenglian and the second eldest brother Meng Kuisheng, who were still sleeping soundly. Sun Zhenglian and Meng Kuisheng emerged from the underground cave, throwing their coats on their bodies indiscriminately, rubbing their sleepy eyes and yawning. Tao Xiwang said: "Eldest brother, second brother, I had a good dream last night." The three brothers came here together from Guandong. Tao Xiwang came from Laizhou Prefecture, Shandong Province, Sun Zhenglian came from Dahuaishu, Shanxi Province, and Meng Kuisheng came from Cangzhou, Hebei Province. At that time, Tao Xiwang fainted from hunger and had a high fever in a local temple. He happened to meet Sun Zhenglian and Meng Kuisheng who were coming from behind.

It was already dusk when the flying fox hero Mei Ping and his servant Ba Hai rode into Fengyang Town. Last night, Mei Ping was reading at night when he suddenly felt a figure outside the window, followed by a cold light coming through the window. Mei Ping pinched his fingers and firmly grasped a three-inch long willow leaf flying knife that was as thin as paper and as bright as snow. Mei Ping didn't have time to think too much, so she jumped out of the window and took a look. The stars were thin and the moon was bright, but there was no figure anywhere. Mei Ping was known as the Flying Fox, and he was famous for his agility and quick wit. His ability to sneak attack with a knife in front of him and then escape quickly showed that this person's martial arts skills were not ordinary. Who could this person be? Mei Ping returned to the house and saw a note tied to the flying knife, with these words written on it: On the thin line between life and death, go to Fengyang Town as soon as possible.

Huo Yan's current target is Lao Scar. Over the years, he has been engaged in the business of licking blood with the blade. This time, the buyer Lin Feng's price was 500,000. Huo Yan had already stepped on it a little bit. He knew that Lao Scar was hiding in a small villa near the park. In the past few nights, Lao Scar would come here to have a date with a young and beautiful rich girl. Huo Yan turned around the corner of the park. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, followed by several women's screams. Huo Yan knew that he couldn't interfere in this kind of thing. Thinking this, he couldn't help but speed up his pace. At this time, a dark figure jumped out from the iron fence of the park. Huo Yan saw clearly that it was a woman. "Help!"

On the 19th day of the sixth lunar month in the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China (1938), a covered carriage came running on the official road leading to Qingyan Temple in Beizhen. The handlebar waved the whip in his hand and kept shouting at the big green horse driving. At the other end of the carriage, a handsome girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting, and behind the carriage, followed closely by a bay-red horse. The man on the horse is in his thirties, wearing silk and satin, with eagle eyes and a hooked nose. He has a haircut with a pot helmet and is carrying a box of cannons. He looks very proud of himself. This man is Liu Wang, the gunner of Taohua Tuniu Jiahuoyuan in the southernmost part of Beizhen. The Niu family is second to none in the local area, and it is true: "When we arrived in Liao and Henan, everyone's surname was Niu; the palaces were filled with gold, and the wealth was as high as that of princes." The carriage was galloping forward, and the curtain of the carriage was opened by a delicate hand, and then a beautiful face was revealed.

On a drizzly spring night, I knocked on the door of Zhangde Mansion. The gate of the mansion is tall and majestic, and the two big red lanterns with two official script characters "Zhang De" on it are swaying in the breeze. Together with the two lions in front of the gate, they show the majesty of Lord Tian Zhongshu Tian, ​​the first-rank official of the Ministry of War. Mr. Tian was one of the founding fathers of the country. He retired a few years ago. The emperor bestowed upon him a mansion and the title "Zhang De" to show his merits. My father was once his favorite general, but later resigned and returned to his hometown because he couldn't stand the strife in the officialdom. Half a month ago, my father's friend, Uncle Shi, who runs an escort agency, came to my father and told him that he had received a strange escort, and the escort owner was the abbot of Yuanjue Temple, Monk Shitou. He asked Uncle Shi to send the Buddhist scriptures, the treasure of the temple, to the Wanbu Huayan Sutra Pagoda in Songshan, Henan, for permanent enshrinement.

Shi Zhengwan never expected that he would have a fate with another woman after he passed the age of knowing his destiny. Moreover, she is still a girl as delicate and beautiful as a mountain flower, covered in morning dew. That morning, Shi Zhengwan was drinking tea and smoking a hookah in the house. Lin San'er, a clerk from the escort agency, came in and reported: "Boss, there is a gentleman outside the door who wants to see you. He said he has a business matter and wants to discuss it with you." Shi Zhengwan didn't even raise his eyelids, just waved his hand, and continued to drink his tea and smoke his cigarette. It's not that Shi Zhengwan is very arrogant, but that he is naturally taciturn, but what he says in important situations is as true as a promise. Lin San'er understood and walked out. Shi Zhengwan didn't worry about running out of business.

The alliance of righteousness and salvation is for a great cause. One day in the summer of the 21st year of the Republic of China, a heavy rain had just fallen. Everything in Beizhen County was like a wash, and pedestrians were like weaving. At this time, two people, a man and a woman, walked out of the east gate. These two people were dressed luxuriously, and they looked like they were not ordinary people.

After passing Shanhaiguan, we arrived at the fat and oily Kanto. Zhang Wangchao and Wu Ruikun gasped for a while while looking at the huge plaque on the gate building of Shanhaiguan City that read "The First Pass in the World", and then suddenly jumped and cheered. It has been a full month and a half since they left Wagezhuang, Shandong. Dysentery broke out in their hometown, and all ten rooms were empty. Zhang Wangchao's mother and Wu Ruikun's father could not resist the torment of the plague and passed away. Soon, there was another locust plague in their hometown, and all the crops were eaten. In order to survive, Zhang Wangchao and Wu Ruikun had to go to Guandong together. When they left home, they didn't have much luggage. Halfway through, they were snatched away by bandits, so the two of them had to work part-time while rushing to Kanto.