Da Bong fights more people

Xu Lingyue seemed very satisfied with the servant girl's answer, a smile bloomed on her pretty face, "That's not his fault, it's because my mother didn't want to see him."

Xu Lingyue likes the feeling of warming up the relationship between brother and sister, which makes people feel like spring breeze and happy.

The elder brother in the past was not very humane and uninteresting, but now he is very interesting and nice to speak.

Xu Qi'an came to the door of Xu Lingyin's room. She was not yet at the age of men and women, so she didn't have to knock on the door, and pushed in directly. She saw Xu Lingyin squatting on the ground, holding a bristle toothbrush in her little paw, with a serious face. Brush yourself.

As if it was a big project.

The maids in the room are tidying the bedding.

"It's a cauldron," she raised her head and said something vaguely with bubbles in her mouth.

"How do you wash it yourself?" Xu Qi'an asked, looking at the maid.

"Daddy said that a man should be self-improving in order to practice martial arts well."

"Do you know that you are a girl?" Xu Qi'an thought about it.

"I know." Xiao Douding tilted his head with an innocent expression on his face.

No, you don't know Xu Qi'an said: "Then do you know the difference between boys and girls?"

"Brother, I don't know." Xiao Douding was very honest, and then asked: "What's the difference?"

This involves the physiology class, the long talk is endless, and the ring tone may not understand Xu Qi'an, relying on the profound background and excellent self-cultivation of the nine-year compulsory education in his previous life, summed up the popular science that is suitable for all ages and is easy to understand:

"To put it simply, boys grow up to be funny, and girls grow up to be mischievous."

Xu Lingyin suddenly realized, and said happily, "No wonder Mother always calls me a troublemaker."

She ran around the room, shouting happily: "I am a troublemaker, I am a troublemaker"

Xu Qi'an silently closed the door, not planning to have breakfast at home today.

Chapter 37 Persuasion

The capital city is full of flowers, and there are breakfast stalls everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an solves his food and clothing at the breakfast stall two streets away from the county government.

The stall owner was a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, wearing a dark apron, who smiled humbly at everyone he saw.

The craftsmanship is not bad, Xu Qi'an is very satisfied with the food, the only drawback is that the people of Dafeng capital like to eat sweets, soy milk is nothing, and tofu nao is also sugared.

Xu Qi'an didn't intend to compromise in this heretical city, so he told the stall owner not to add sugar, and added soy sauce, lard, chopped green onion, and minced garlic.

In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three side dishes.

After eating, Xu Qi'an was ready to pay the bill.

"Master, you are being polite. It is my good fortune that you can come to my place for breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's uniform and refused to ask for money.

He glanced at the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, his eyes flashed with distress.

"Really not?"

The stall owner swallowed, Xu Qi'an ate four or five people's breakfast this time.It was originally a small business to earn a living, working from dawn to dusk, barely making ends meet.

But I still dare not ask for it, really dare not ask for it.

"No, no, no, how can I collect your money." The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been severely beaten by the society.

"Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, go away and don't disturb me." Xu Qi'an waved the stall owner away.

The stall owner obediently left.

"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has been corrupted for a long time. If the subordinate officials do not rectify it for a day, the lives of the common people will not be improved." Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner, and remembered the pain in his eyes just now and he dared not ask for money, pitiful like a beggar.

"From ancient times to the present, it has always been the flies that the big men can't see that have done the most harm to the common people."

He took out ten coins from his pocket, folded them on the table, and left silently.

"Finally gone." The stall owner heaved a sigh of relief, and came over to clean up the dishes.

What bad luck!He thought angrily.

When he came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a pile of copper plates stacked on the table. The policeman not only paid the money, but also gave back more.

The stall owner rushed out a few steps in a hurry, only to see the work uniform looming in the crowd, and he had already walked a long way.

He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

For the first time in so many years, he met a subordinate official who gave money for meals.

After Xu Qi'an finished his work, he went to the back hall and asked Zhu county magistrate for leave, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.

Returning to Xu's mansion in a hurry, they pushed open Erlang's room door, the two brothers nodded tacitly, and Xu Erlang took out a set of moon-white Confucian shirts that had been prepared a long time ago, covered with light gray cloud patterns.

Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure-colored gown with dark patterns on the little brother, and suggested: "The one on Erlang looks good, let's change it."

Xu Nian sneered, his expression seemed to say again: You are thinking about farts.

For a martial artist in the refinement realm, the scholar's shirt really doesn't fit well. His muscles are full and his figure is high, which will prop up the loose shirt.

The aesthetics of scholars is: the sleeves are fluttering, and the sleeves are flying.

The two brothers left Xu's mansion, rented two yellow pumas for three taels of silver, and left the capital at lightning speed.

The destination of their trip is Qingyun Mountain, sixty miles away from the suburbs of Beijing. There is an academy in the mountain, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!

Qingyun Mountain was originally not called Qingyun Mountain, but I forgot the specific name. Ever since Yunlu Academy was established here, the sound of reading has been loud and clear, and the air is soaring.

Then it was renamed "Qingyun Mountain".

The two drove side by side on the official road, and after an hour, Xu Qi'an looked far into the distance, and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the academy buildings as small as beans.

"Farewell, my brother has always been very curious."

Xu Qi'an slowed down the speed of the horse, and after his cousin also reined in the horse, the two horses changed from running to trotting.

"Do you say that a saint is a first-class?"

He is extremely curious about the major systems in this world, but unfortunately he lacks the channels to understand them.

Xu Nian raised his chin proudly: "You think I'll know?"

If you don't know, you don't know why Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued to say with such a proud expression:

"How long did the saint live, do you know?"