[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 003)

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Chapter 003 The Suona Sounds for Me In the old rural society,
the wedding ceremony of bowing to heaven and earth was a very solemn and elaborate ritual. The three Yan brothers, dressed smartly with big red flowers on their chests,
sat happily in a makeshift shed, listening to the clan elder instruct them on the ritual: "...
When the husband and wife bow to each other, their upper bodies should not bend, and their heads should be slightly higher than the bride's..."
Just then, a series of arguments and shouts erupted outside, creating a chaotic scene like a marketplace.
Old Donkey Head, true to his reputation as a street vendor selling earthenware pots, had the loudest voice, shaking the shed with a rustling sound: "Yan
Sicheng, what do you mean? Are you bullying us because the Lü family has no one
to rely on?" "What's going on?"
"What's all the noise outside?"
Yan Baosan had just stepped out of the shed when his soon-to-be brother-in-law, Lü Baolai, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him
to a bridal sedan chair. Lü Baolai pointed at the sedan chair and the white-bearded old man with a cane, angrily
questioning Yan Baosan: "Speak! You son of a bitch, what's going on here?"
"Whose sedan chair is this?" Yan Baosan was also puzzled. How did another bridal sedan chair suddenly appear? It was brand
new, exquisitely crafted, even more magnificent than the one used by the landlord Liang Laocai for his daughter's wedding two years ago.
"What did you say? You didn't know you were taking a concubine?!" Lü Baolai was furious and swung his fist.
Yan Baosan, who had learned a few martial arts moves in his previous life, easily dodged the punch with a tilt of his head, then grabbed Lü Baolai by
the throat, glaring at his brother-in-law and warning, "Don't you dare lay a hand on me! Enough talk before we get to the bottom of this
." With that, he shoved Lü Baolai away forcefully.
"Everyone, young and old, be quiet!" As the voice rang out, a burly
middle-aged man emerged from behind the white-bearded old man.
He had short hair, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a small mustache below his bulbous nose. Wearing a black cotton shirt, he walked with a powerful stride, exuding an air of authority. Everyone recognized him; he was 　　Pan Guangcheng
, a famous boxer in the Zhouqiao Township area, known as "Divine Fist Protector."
As soon as he appeared, everyone quieted down, with a few even bowing and greeting him obsequiously.
"Brother, you've come!" Yan Sicheng was both surprised and fearful upon seeing Pan Guangcheng, rubbing his large
hands, unsure what to do.
Yan Baosan, based on the man's remaining memories, learned that Pan Guangcheng was a premature baby, his mother having
died at birth. Pan Guangcheng had grown up drinking Yan Sicheng's mother's milk. At the age of seven, he and Yan Sicheng became sworn brothers
before returning to Xiaoguozhuang. Thus, the two families became close.
Later, Pan Guangcheng returned from his martial arts training and began taking on apprentices, becoming a boxing master. Yan Sicheng also studied with him for a few days, but
was chased away by Pan Guangcheng after being beaten with sticks for secretly flirting with a widow in Xiaoguozhuang. For the next 20 years, they had almost
no contact. Yan Sicheng hadn't sent him any wedding invitations when his three sons got married; today, he had come uninvited.
Pan Guangcheng waved his hand, "Enough with the nonsense. You two come with me for a moment." He then turned and went to
the locust tree outside the courtyard.
Yan Baosan, filled with questions, followed his father to the locust tree.
Pan Guangcheng looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lowered his voice and said, "Brother, to tell you the truth, you must
accept this marriage today. This girl's father is called Pan Guangdong, he owns a pharmacy, and his family is wealthy. You know that, right
? The old man only has one daughter. Once she marries into the family, all of his property will belong to your Yan family. And
she'll only be a concubine… You see, you couldn't find such a good deal even with a lantern, could you?"
A wealthy family willing to marry a poor man as a concubine, with a lavish dowry… This kind of windfall
was too unbelievable. Yan Baosan wasn't afraid of a windfall falling on his head, but he was afraid this windfall was poisoned. His eyes darted around
18 times, and he chuckled, asking Pan Guangcheng, "Uncle Pan, do I, Yan Baosan, look like a fool?"
Pan Guangcheng laughed, "Alright, you're not completely senile. Let me tell you the truth, it's like this…
"
It turned out that half a year ago, when Pan Guangdong was on a house call in Qiao Laozhuang, he rescued a
young officer who had been shot and was unconscious. He took him home and treated him for half a month. During this time, the officer and the old man's beloved daughter, Pan
Meifeng, fell in love and secretly pledged their lives to each other, planning to elope to Guangdong with the officer. Unfortunately, this was
discovered by Pan's apprentice, Laifu. In a fit of anger, Pan chased the officer away.
Later, last month, the officer led a group of soldiers to try and abduct the bride, but Pan Guangcheng and his apprentices drove them
away. The officer threatened to slaughter the old man's entire family if he didn't marry Pan Meifeng to him. This
terrified the old man, and Pan Meifeng was heartbroken and contemplated suicide. To resolve the matter quickly, they decided
to marry Pan Meifeng off as soon as possible to avoid further trouble.
But who would dare marry Pan Meifeng? What if the officer came seeking revenge?
Later, Pan Guangcheng learned that his sworn brother's third son, Yan Baosan, was getting married and had a donkey and
sheep. So, he sent a matchmaker to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, Yan Baosan turned him away. However
, this only increased his respect for Yan Baosan's character. Therefore, he took it upon himself to impersonate Yan Baosan and present the betrothal gifts to the old man
, setting the wedding date for October 10th.
This led to the farce just now.
Yan Sicheng was terrified: "Brother, this is trouble! What if that boss comes knocking on our door..."
Pan Guangcheng got angry, poking Yan Sicheng's nose and saying, "Damn! You're still the same coward! Back then, with that widow
, if you had just denied it, I would have turned a blind eye..." He then realized
that the man's son, Yan Baosan, was still there, and hurriedly coughed awkwardly twice. Turning to Yan Baosan, he asked, "San'er,
do you dare to take her?"
The woman was already being carried into the house in a bridal sedan chair; if he said he didn't dare, he would truly be a coward like his imposter father, Yan Sicheng
. But if he said he would marry her, what if that officer came knocking on their door? With my skinny arms and legs, could I possibly fight
him? An officer has guns and men; I can't afford to offend him.
Yan Baosan was in a dilemma.
Just then, five tall horses galloped in from the street, each rider dressed in military uniform, carrying a Mauser pistol
and a Hanyang Type 88 rifle, looking imposing and menacing. Leading them was a tall,
handsome captain. The group stormed to the doorway, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Who is Yan Sicheng? Who is Yan
Baosan? You sons of bitches, get out here!"
The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves dirtied Yan Baosan's wedding attire. One horse's
tail whipped him hard across the face, drawing blood from his nose. This enraged Yan Baosan,
who yelled, "You son of a bitch! I am Yan Baosan, your third master!"
"You…" the captain pointed his whip at Yan Baosan. He sized up the skinny boy, his eyes
and expression filled with contempt and disdain, as if looking at a bug. He spat out three words through gritted teeth, "You think you
're worthy?"
"A toad trying to eat swan meat! Hahaha..." The four soldiers behind him laughed so hard they nearly
fell off their horses.
Damn! They really looked down on him!
Yan Baosan, emboldened by the presence of the renowned boxer Pan Guangcheng behind him, put one hand on his hip and pointed
at the captain, saying, "You son of a bitch! Who do you think you are? Wearing a dog skin doesn't make you think you're something special,
huh? Pan Meifeng walked into my house, so she's my woman. You... get out of my way,
go cool off somewhere else, get lost!!"
As soon as he said this, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world fell silent.
Inside and outside the courtyard, over 300 people stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word. Everyone
was thinking the same thing: Has Yan Baosan gone mad? He dares to mess with soldiers?!
The four soldiers were also stunned, even their horses looked at Yan Baosan with curiosity and confusion
. They were also wondering: Has this kid eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, or is he just a reckless fool? Isn't
he afraid I'll shoot him? Does he think our weapons are just for show?
The captain stared intently at Yan Baosan, his eyes as sharp as a guillotine, or like
a volcano about to erupt. In short, he couldn't believe it—a country bumpkin dared to
speak to him in such a tone?
This was blatant provocation, an intolerable insult!
The captain, without anger or shouting, gracefully dismounted and
walked up to Yan Baosan with a slight smile. Looking down at him, he coldly asked, "Young man, do you dare
repeat what you just said?"
The words, though spoken softly and calmly, were filled with murderous intent. Even a fool could sense it.
Yan Baosan quickly glanced at the officer's eyes and the hand stroking the Mauser pistol, his eyes darting around,
and asked with a smile, "If I repeat it again, you'll get lost?"
Provocation, another provocation!
"Are you fucking tired of living?!" The captain finally snapped, pulling out his pistol and viciously
stabbing it into Yan Baosan's forehead.
The cold metallic feel sent a chill down Yan Baosan's spine, a sensation as if his soul had left his body.
However, he forced himself to calm down, repeatedly telling himself: "Brother, it's okay, don't be afraid!
I won't die, at worst I'll just travel back to 2013...
" This self-brainwashing made Yan Baosan fearless. He tilted his head, grinned, and said, "Brother
, nobody's tired of living. You and I both want to live, right? But don't think
you're some kind of king just because you have a gun. You're not. You're just cannon fodder in this war. You might be swaggering around one moment, and the next
you could be a corpse. No one will even be there to collect your body. You can't even protect your own life,
what right do you have to take Pan Meifeng away? Can you bring her happiness?"
The captain was completely stunned by these words. He couldn't believe that a country bumpkin who had never seen the world
could say something so profound.
Seeing that he had silenced the officer, Yan Baosan became even more brazen,
saying with an air of magnanimity, "I can allow you to say a few words of farewell to Pan Meifeng. You can also sit down and have a drink at the wedding."
"You…" The officer's face turned deathly pale with anger, trembling violently.
"Damn it…" The soldier behind the officer rubbed his crotch hard. This was the first time they had encountered such
a thing; their superior had been "held hostage" by a country bumpkin. What a disgrace!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The captain, seemingly driven mad with rage, fired three shots at the ground beneath Yan Baosan's feet. Then,
pointing at Yan Baosan's nose, he roared, "Speak! Do you want to live or die?"
2013 was a peaceful era, arms control was in place; who had ever seen a real gun? Yan Baosan was instantly terrified, nearly wetting himself
, his legs trembling so badly he almost collapsed to the ground.
Just then, a delicate white hand lifted the curtain of the bridal sedan chair, and a
girl in a green embroidered cotton-padded jacket stepped out. A red veil covered her head, obscuring her face. Her slender, beautiful figure wasn't
hidden by the bulky cotton coat; she walked with a graceful sway, exuding the elegant air of a well-bred young lady.
"Shh..." Everyone was captivated by the bride's graceful figure and elegant gait. They stared in disbelief
, some bachelors even drooling, their crotches instantly pitching a tent.
Pan Meifeng approached the officer, gave a curtsy, and then said in a slightly immature but pleasant voice,
"Master Li, hello."
Her voice was pleasant, but filled with unfamiliarity and distance. The captain's face flushed red and then pale, his body
trembling. He looked at Pan Meifeng with wounded eyes and asked in a hurt tone, "Xiaofeng, how...
how could you...treat me like this? I'm Li Cheng, I'm your Li Cheng!"
"Master Li, the past is the past. I'm a member of the Yan family now. You...forget about me, go."
Pan Meifeng's voice trembled, her cold and polite tone unable to conceal the pain and sorrow in her heart.
"Why? Why?" The captain was almost in tears.
"I'm from the countryside, I've never been to the city, much less Guangdong. I'm afraid... I don't want to go. If
I leave, what will happen to my father? You should go." After saying this, Pan Meifeng turned to leave, a string of crystal-clear
tears silently slipping from beneath her red veil, wetting her collar.
"No! You're not telling the truth... You want to come with me, don't you?" The captain grabbed
Pan Meifeng's delicate, white hand. He cried, tears rolling down his handsome cheeks like pearls
.
Yan Baosan suddenly noticed a ring on the captain's middle finger and immediately understood. His eyes darted around, and
he sneered, "Sir, how long have you been married? Where is your wife from?"
"Ah..." The captain turned around, staring at Yan Baosan in astonishment, as if he'd seen a ghost. "You,
how did you know?"
At that moment, Pan Meifeng suddenly lowered her head and bit the captain's hand hard, then ran away crying, getting into the
bridal sedan chair.
"Xiao Feng..."
The captain stood there stamping his feet, shouting incoherently, "Impossible! Impossible!! Xiao Feng!! You can't
do this..."
At this moment, Pan Meifeng's heartless voice came from the bridal sedan chair: "Li Cheng, we're done ! We
'll never see each other again! If you keep this up, I'll kill myself! Go!"
"Fine, then let's all die together! All of us die!" The captain went mad, raising his gun to fire at Yan Baosan.
Yan Baosan, not knowing where he got the courage, kicked the captain's wrist, sending the pistol flying
. He caught the pistol and then poked the officer, Li Cheng, in the temple: "You little brat! Don't be so
stubborn!"
With a "whoosh," four soldiers on horseback raised their Hanyang rifles, all pointing at Yan Baosan
's head. If he dared to move again, they would fire.
"Brothers, grab your weapons!"
With Pan Guangcheng's shout, the strong young men in the wedding procession seemed
to conjure up homemade guns and muskets from their overcoats and cotton trousers as if by magic. There were thirteen guns of various sizes and oddities. The muzzles were pointed at
the captain and his four men, forming a standoff with the four soldiers.
For a moment, tension was high, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder. A single match could ignite an explosion.
Even a fool could see that no matter how powerful the Hanyang rifle was, it was no match for thirteen homemade guns and muskets.
Outnumbered and desperate, the captain said nothing, leaped onto his horse, and rode
away.
The four soldiers hesitated for a moment, then followed closely behind, disappearing into the distance.
"Bang!"
Yan Baosan fired a shot into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Make the suonas ring out!"
The next moment, gongs and drums resounded, and the courtyard was filled with the festive sound of suonas once again.

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