Ma Ban has been investigating the grain market in the market for the past two days, and has found nothing except that the grain price is abnormal.

As for why the granary of Danyucheng has not been opened for a long time, and why it is not quickly put into the relief grain to stabilize the market, Ma Ban does not know.

He had tried to get close to the granary, but it was more heavily guarded than ever, and even a former grain officer like him, who knew the way with his eyes closed, couldn't sneak in.

After trying hard but finding nothing, Ma Ban couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and now it coincided with the Dragon Fire Festival fireworks celebration, and the residents of Beicheng went to Nancheng to watch the fireworks, so he went to Nancheng with the flow, and found a relatively less crowded place to watch the fireworks, planning to adjust his mood.

However, in a grand celebration of a mainstream festival like this, another meaning of "not crowded" is "remote", and the viewing angle is very poor, so there are few people.

Ma Ban left relatively late, the good location has long been crowded, can only stand in the remote corner, there are many buildings around the impact of viewing, the fireworks are also very far away, from here can only see a small piece.

Looking back, if I was still a food official, this kind of festival would not mention going to the Dingge Observation Deck, but I could also be arranged to be indoors with a good viewing experience, sitting there and watching the fireworks leisurely, instead of standing in the corner like now.

However, Ma Ban did not regret it, he muttered in a deep voice: "These officials cover the sky with one hand, and their eyes are lawless, whether I am suspended, I don't bother to go along with them, there is fairness and justice in this world, and sooner or later they will fall from power!" ”

Just as Madara was muttering to himself, a beggar watching the excitement knocked on the bowl, pointed to the night sky in the south and said, "Hey, the fireworks seem to be coming towards us." ”

Ma Ban couldn't help but laugh and said: "The Dragon Fire Festival celebration has a fixed venue, and the angle of fireworks radiation is also fixed, how can it be towards us?" ”

The beggar knocked again in the evening, and said with certainty: "See for yourself, is it closer to us?" ”

Ma Ban subconsciously raised his head and couldn't help but squint.

Strange...

The beggar was right, just now from here, he could only see fireworks burning in a small area of the night sky, but now one-third of the night is occupied by fireworks, just like an invisible hand appeared in the sky, pushing the fireworks in the southern city to the north.

Ma Ban frowned and muttered: "This is impossible, even if the wind causes the fireworks to shift, Danyu City blows the north wind in winter, and the fireworks will also move to the rocky beach in the south, why do they go north..."

Just when the numbness is puzzled, the scale of fireworks in the night sky is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, occupying half of the night in a short period of time, and the fireworks are shining overhead, the stars are fluttering, and the streamers are thousands of colors, which is really a great experience in terms of visual effects.

Seeing this, the beggar happily knocked on the bowl and said complacently, "Look how clever I am, I chose my current position early, but fortunately I didn't squeeze forward like the others." No, the fireworks took the initiative to come to me~ I'm afraid this angle is more comfortable than the observation deck in the square. ”

The beggar was stupidly happy, but Ma Ban's heart was like pressing a boulder, extremely depressed, a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said to himself: "This is not right... How could fireworks have shifted on such a large scale ... The venue of the celebration certainly didn't move, and it couldn't move. This... It could only be that the wind has changed..."

The beggar clasped his nose and said, "You stupid, you are stupid, the wind blows from north to south in winter, how can it blow from south to north?" Isn't that hell? ”

It was like a joke made by the gods, and the moment the beggars' words fell, the north wind blowing from behind them suddenly stopped...

The wind was calm and silent, as if a big hand had cut off the wind veins, turning the surroundings into a strange windless area.

Immediately after, the wind blew from the head-on...

The south wind rises!

The south wind, mixed with the smell of scorching fireworks, came from the front, which was soft at first, but the wind became stronger and stronger, and the smell of burnt became stronger and stronger, making people choke.

The beggar felt the oncoming wind, and everyone was stupid, he looked at his hands blankly, and said in surprise and joy: "Am I the descendant of the legendary gods, and I have the ability to change all things in nature?!" ”

The wind was blowing, and he felt that something was spilling down, and he was almost confused, he subconsciously wiped it on his face, looked closely, and found that his hands were full of black marks, which were all embers formed after the fireworks were set off.

Looking up at the sky again, the night was already intertwined with sparks, and the fireworks that did not reach the ignition point tore through the sky, with traces of burning and continued to climb in height, and then exploded into pieces of dazzling light, completely engulfing the rich night, like a fire dragon dancing wildly.

Under the influence of the fierce south wind, the fireworks continue to advance to the north, and there are still misty fire spots scattered along the way, like burning fire butterflies, some of the fire spots are extinguished in the process of falling, turning into burned black ash, and some fall to the ground with sparks, wisps of green smoke.

"Oh! It's really terrible, choking Lao Tzu to death! The beggar inhaled a little soot and choked on the cough, and he took the bowl to his head to cover it, and trotted all the way to a nearby roof, scolding and patting the black ash off his clothes, complaining that the dress had been washed three months ago, and now it was going to be washed again.

Patting and patting, the beggar suddenly caught a glimpse of a man standing in a daze among the scattered embers, none other than Ma Spot, who had accumulated a thin layer of black ash on his shoulders and several holes in his clothes.

The beggar looked at him with the eyes of a fool and greeted him angrily: "Hey, brother, this is the ash from the fireworks, not rain, and you can't bathe for free, what are you drenching there?" Hurry up and hide. ”

Mamada stood in place in despair, his clothes were burned out by the embers of the residual heat, and some of the green smoke fell on his skin, but he didn't seem to feel pain, just spread his hands and looked at the embers that fell on it.

The south wind is howling, the sparks are swaying, and the pockmarked looks up to the north, in the direction where the fireworks are offset...

Although he had only been a grain officer for less than a month, the responsibility on his shoulders had already driven him to understand the terrain of the entire northern city.

Where is the granary, what are the nearby road conditions, how many carriages can be accommodated, where is the nearest water source, how many fire guards can be used to draw water at the same time... He knows all sorts of things.

Now, the fireworks in the sky are drifting towards the north city under the action of the south wind, and it is the middle of the north city, and the hemp spot is quickly recognized, which is the direction of the eight granaries!

When he came back to his senses, Maban's body was already covered in cold sweat, and he didn't even know that the top of his head was scorched by the embers and rubbed his hair a few times, and the color of panic poured down on his face like a bursting embankment, and he shouted in a loud voice: "Go to the granary to put out the fire!! ”