Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

Chang Wen delivered the dim sum to the guest and closed the door for him intimately.

Shen Jue was the only one left in the room, he looked at the plate of snacks, his throat couldn't stop rolling - he was really hungry.

He hadn't eaten for two whole days. He planned to cross the mountain and use the last two copper coins to buy two biscuits in the town ahead, but he didn't expect that it was raining, he accidentally fell down and didn't get up again.

In fact, he didn't faint from the fall, but fainted from hunger, but he didn't have the nerve to say it because it was really embarrassing.

He came to the capital to seek refuge with his relatives, but it was not considered a "visiting relatives". The town he was in was occupied by a group of bandits, and the people in the town had to join them or be driven out. He chose the latter.

So he traveled long distances and wanted to go to Beijing. He heard that only in the capital was there a shelter for scholars like them. He had a cousin who was an official in the capital a few years ago. Although he hadn't heard from him for a long time, he still Want to try my luck.

In today’s troubled times, there seems to be no other way out other than oppressing others to rob money. Because of the strict taxes, many farmers’ families can’t get rid of the pot. All the harvest in a year is exchanged for money. Not enough to feed a family.

Shen Zhuo sat down, not caring about his image, whether it was poisonous or not, he grabbed the dessert and stuffed it into his mouth.

Who would have thought that just after he left the bandit's den, he stepped into another bandit's den. Ordinary people can't even eat rice, but this group of people can still kill pigs, eat meat, and drink fine wine. The exquisite snacks in front of them seem to cost nothing. Give him whatever you want.

Sure enough, they are all the same raccoon dog!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he accidentally choked, so he quickly grabbed the teapot at hand and used the tea to smooth the food stuck in his throat.

He has to leave here quickly, why not take advantage of this evening and sneak out after they are all drunk, anyway, the boss has said that he will not force him to stay.

Shen Zhuo stayed restless until night. After dark, a strong aroma suddenly wafted from the village, and it became noisy outside, with clanking noises, as if something was being carried.

He opened the door, stood at the door and looked out, and found that many people had gathered in the open space of the village, and a bonfire was lit in the middle, and someone was chopping firewood nearby, and threw one into the fire.

There was a pre-marinated suckling pig on the bonfire, and the two cooperated, turning it and brushing honey on it.

Shen Zhuo swallowed subconsciously.

"Hurry up, why is it so hard to move a wine?" Yan Shaoqian, who didn't know where he was, was directing his subordinates, "Be careful, handle it with care, if someone breaks it, I will let him Go brew a month's worth of wine."

Shen Jue looked for the source of the sound and found that he was sitting on the opposite roof.

There was a young brother pushing a cart towards the bonfire. There were several jugs of unopened good wine in the car. Suddenly, his wheels hit a stone, and the car jolted, and the outermost jug of wine tilted. to fall.

It was too late for him to try to save the jar of wine, he hurriedly shouted: "No!"

At this moment, Yan Shaoqian suddenly fell from the sky. He seemed to have used some trick similar to the "thousand catty drop", and his falling speed was faster than that of the wine jar. The wine jar is in his hand.

The young man's heart hung in his throat, seeing that the wine jar was not broken, he felt that his soul that had flown out from Tianling Gai had returned.

Yan Shaoqian held the wine jar with one hand, and tapped the other person's forehead with the other: "You said be careful, you hit me in the face right then and there, didn't you?"

The boy hurriedly hid back: "I'm sorry that the boss will not dare anymore!"

Yan Shaoqian waved his hand to signal him to come over, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Zhuo standing at the door.He raised his eyebrows and threw the wine jar in his hand: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you come over!"

Shen Zhuo subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but the wine jar was approaching menacingly, but when it flew in front of him, it became light and fluffy. It was only after he caught it firmly that he felt its weight.

He looked at the wine jar, and then at the person who threw it at him: "I don't know how to drink."

Yan Shaoqian shrugged: "It's up to you."

The banquet in Shenying Village seems to have never been so wild, including wine, meat and bonfire.The suckling pig brushed with honey was roasted until it sizzled, and every time the oil dripping from it fell into the fire, it would splash a cluster of flames with a "poof".

Shen Jue was almost insanely greedy by the scent, saliva was secreted crazily, the little snack in his stomach had been digested, and he was eager to stuff something else.

In their small town that was looted by bandits, how could they have such a luxurious dinner.

The roast suckling pig was obviously not the most important thing, and such a small pig was not enough for so many people.After distributing the wine, someone pushed a few cauldrons up again, and Chang Wu yelled loudly: "This is the pig king that our boss just called back in the afternoon, share it with the brothers!"

"Pig King? Is it the Pig King that we haven't even beaten for three years?!"

"That pig is terribly fierce. The last time I met it in the woods, I didn't even get close to it. It came up to me. Its fangs are so long that it scratched my leg!"

"Not only fierce, but also cunning, the fox I caught before is not as cunning as it!"

As soon as the "pig king" was mentioned, everyone became excited. Shen Zhuo looked where their eyes were focused, and saw someone wedged a pole into the field, and a pig's head was hung on the top of the pole.

The pig's head was half the size of a young man's body, and its fangs were as long as the palm of a man's hand. Even though it was dead, its black hair still stood upright, and its eyes were wide open, as if it was about to rush over in the next moment.

"It really is it! It's so damn fierce, it's still so fierce after death!"

"Did the boss call alone?"

"That's not right! I saw it. The big boss jumped onto its back and stuck a knife into its neck with a 'poof'. The blood sprayed all over the big pig, and the pig king convulsed for a long time before he died!"

"so amazing!"

"The master of martial arts!"

A group of people cheered, and Yan Shaoqian waved his hand to signal them to be quiet: "Small meaning, small meaning. Everyone—come, drink!"

With the light of the fire, Shen Jue saw that this person was very clean, he must have bathed and changed his clothes.He also noticed that there was a bandage wrapped around his wrist, and blood could be seen faintly.

...was injured while fighting the Pig King?

Are you still drinking when you're injured?

Shen Zhuo couldn't understand this group of barbarians, he frowned, only saw the man slap the mud seal of the wine jar with his palm, and poured the clear wine into a big bowl: "This is the first bowl. The head of the family, Tu Meng, without him, our Shenying Village would not exist!"

After he finished speaking, he drank the bowl of wine in one go.

Everyone shouted the name of the former head, and also dried up the wine in their own bowls.

Yan Shaoqian: "This second bowl, I respect all our brothers and sisters, whether present or not. Without you, there would be no Shenying Village!"

He finished speaking and did it again.

"This third bowl—" He filled the bowl again, but this time he poured the wine on the ground, "I respect the mountain and land under my feet, and respect all the people of Li! I believe that one day, everyone will be able to drink it." Such good wine, such good meat!"

The mellow wine moistens the ground, and the aroma of the wine is so strong that it will drown people in it.His side face reflected the firelight, falling into Shen Zhuo's eyes, it seemed to arouse some kind of strange resonance.

What the hell are these bandits... doing?

Are they actually praying for the people?

Shen Zhuo just stayed in the village for half a day when he felt that his cognition had been impacted.Thinking about it more carefully, he passed the village at the foot of the mountain when he came, and he seemed to see a peaceful place there, children playing on the side of the road smiling happily, without any trace of being affected by tyranny.

Could it be that this Shenying Village...isn't what he imagined?

After three bowls of wine, Yan Shaoqian invited everyone to sit down, and began to share the pig king.

I don't know how many catties this pig weighs, but there are so many people present that everyone can share it.

There are quite a few low tables on the open space, full of fruits, chicken, duck and fish. Some of the fruits can't even be named, and they seem to be picked from this mountain.

He casually picked up a red fruit and put it into his mouth. He didn't feel anything at first, but when he tasted it carefully, he felt an indescribable sour taste rushing straight into his nose, so sour that he almost burst into tears.

"Hahaha!" Chang Wen couldn't help laughing, "Don't eat that, it's used in place of fine wine, and they'll punch in a while, and if they lose, they'll be punished with a bowl of wine, or eat a 'sour tooth', the second choice one."

Sour tooth... It should be the name they gave this nameless fruit.

Shen Zhuo was sour once, and he didn't dare to eat randomly anymore, thinking that the fruit looks so good, but it tastes so sour.

Suddenly someone nearby said: "This wild pork...why is it so delicious? It's much more delicious than last time!"

"Of course!" Chang Wu puffed out his chest proudly after hearing this, "This is not only beaten by our boss, but also made by the boss himself! Who made that pig last time? Qiu'er, is it you? Brother How do you feel after eating?"

Everyone said in unison: "Taste!"

Wan Qiu, who was named, stood up and went to twist Chang Wu's ear: "It's rare for my old lady to cook you a meal, and you can eat it, so much nonsense! Smelly man!"

The women among the men immediately responded: "Smelly man! Stinky man!"

The scene became chaotic, and the sounds of wine bowls colliding and bonfires burning were mixed with a lot of flirting and cursing.

Shen Zhuo sat there, feeling that he was out of place with them, so he had to lower his eyes to see the light cast on the ground by the bonfire.

Suddenly, the light in front of his eyes was blocked, and Yan Shaoqian appeared in front of him, and put down two small plates on the low table, each containing a few slices of cut meat: "Come, the only scholar in our cottage, have a taste." , one of the plates is the meat of the pig king just now, and the other is the meat of the domestic pig raised in the village, try it, can you tell the difference?"

Shen Zhuo raised his head to look at him, thinking that the master might be bored.

All eyes were on him, he felt a lot of pressure immediately, and he didn't dare to lose face to the boss, so he took a slice of each with his chopsticks.

Soon he gave the answer: "The one on my right is wild boar, and the one on my left is domestic pork."

"Why?"

Shen Jue: "Wild pork meat is tighter and leaner, and it is very firm to the bite. But domestic pork is fat and lean, and it tastes softer and more oily."

"So, which one do you prefer?"

This question made Shen Zhuo frown, he thought for a while and said: "I can't compare, both have their own strengths, it seems difficult to distinguish the good from the bad."

Yan Shaoqian smiled, took an empty bowl and filled it with wine, and said in a low voice: "In that case - the capital city is like a piece of fat pork, which everyone desires and covets. But how do you know, we The meat on the 'wild boar' wandering outside the capital is not tasty?"

Shen Zhuo was startled suddenly.

Yan Shaoqian put the wine bowl in front of him: "Do you think that high city wall looks like a prison? There is a good life there - of course, the pigs in our feeding pen will also be well fed, after all, they are waiting to be slaughtered." to eat meat."

He stood up: "Even if they are all pigs, the pigs that run around the mountains and fields every day are always happier than the pigs in the pen, don't you think so?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Shen Zhuo to answer, and continued to drink with his brothers.

Shen Zhuo stared at the wine in the bowl, unable to recover for a long time.

A bandit leader in a copycat...could actually say such a thing?

What is this person...

He hastily took a sip of wine to suppress his shock, but only after he finished drinking did he remember that he had never drunk alcohol at all, and he was so hot that he coughed.

After drinking and meat, the suckling pig that had been roasting on the bonfire was already cooked. Yan Shaoqian walked to the middle of the open space and said, "Second and third, distribute the batch of weapons that arrived today to the brothers!"

As soon as these words were uttered, there was a roar of cheers like a tsunami. Shen Jue felt that his ears were going to be deaf. Formed an army?

This batch of weapons has knives and swords, and there are many strange shapes. Shen Jue can't name them, but they are all very sharp without exception.

Yan Shaoqian took out a knife, intending to test it on the spot, he cut off half a pig's leg according to the roast suckling pig on the shelf.

Immediately, he picked up the point of the knife, and the pig leg was thrown into the air. He flipped his wrist several times, and an afterimage flashed on the blade. Then he swung the knife horizontally, and the pig leg fell back on the knife. Automatically open into sheets with exactly the same thickness.

Yan Shaoqian couldn't help but admire: "Good knife!"

Everyone applauded: "Da Dang is good at swordsmanship!"

Yan Shaoqian walked up to Shen Zhuo again, and put the sliced ​​pork leg into the plate, only to see that the blade was still shiny, not even a trace of oil stain was left.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and then they rushed up and started looting the suckling pig.

The pig is not big, if you go late, you won't be able to eat it.

Shen Zhuo looked at the half pork leg in front of him, and didn't know how to react.

There was still a lot of unburned dry wood piled up beside the fire. If all of them were added, the fire should be able to burn all night.Everyone talked and laughed around the bonfire, drinking and eating meat, dancing swords and punching fists, so happy.

Shen Zhuo obviously doesn't know how to drink, but in this atmosphere, he always wants to pick up the wine bowl and take a few sips unknowingly.

After drinking for three rounds, Shen Jue's mind was not sober, Yan Shaoqian seemed a little drunk, he rushed to the other party suddenly, pointed at him with the scabbard: "I declare that from now on, you, Shen Jue, are me Mrs. Yazhai of Shenying Village!"

Shen Zhuo was so frightened that his hands shook, and most of the wine in the bowl was spilled in an instant, he opened his eyes wide: "What?"

"I said, you are Mrs. Yazhai!" Yan Shaoqian stepped on the low table, "As long as you promise, from now on, we will sit on equal footing, your words are my words, your meaning is my meaning, understand Yet?"

Shen Zhuo stood up suddenly: "You are crazy!"

Few of the people present were still awake. They were so excited that they instinctively began to boo:

"Mrs. Yazhai!"

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"

Shen Jue only felt the noise in his ears, his head was buzzing, and his face was full of disbelief: "I am a man, and so are you!"

"So what about men?" Yan Shaoqian took another sip of wine, his eyes flushed, he was already drunk, "If you want, Mulan can join the army instead of your father. If you want, Emperor Ai can also cut off the robe and sleeves for Dong Xian. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman?"

Shen Zhuo looked at him in shock—how did this bandit know so much?

"Why don't you stay here," Yan Shaoqian put aside the wine bowl and poured directly into the jar, "My room is quite spacious, how about you move here tonight?"

This person said such shameful words in front of so many people, Shen Jue was ashamed and annoyed, his ears were red with anger, he didn't know whose knife he took from his hand, and put it directly on his neck: " Don't come here, go away! It's really shameless!"

He thought that this master was different from ordinary bandits, but he really thought highly of him!

Yan Shaoqian paused, and waved his hand helplessly: "Let it go, let it go, you scholars, you always want something... to die to show your ambition. Isn't it good to live? Is there anything that can't be solved by living? If you don't like me, just Fight with me, don't make life difficult for yourself."

He got closer and closer, Shen Zhuo's scalp felt numb, and without thinking, he aimed the knife point at him: "Back!"

"Are you going to fight with me?" Yan Shaoqian was already belligerent, and he couldn't restrain his instinct when he drank alcohol. The other party's actions made him mistakenly think that he was asking him to fight.

A group of drunks around were still booing: "Fight! Fight!"

"The boss put Mrs. Yazhai under him!"

Shen Zhuo held the handle of the knife with both hands. He didn't know why the knife was so heavy. His head was covered in cold sweat, and his legs even trembled a little.

He should have left long ago.

This group of people was already drunk, he should find a chance to get away!

Yan Shaoqian stretched out his hand to draw the knife, but forgot that the new knife he had just replaced was not attached to his waist, so he felt it empty.

What's more unlucky is that he stepped on a bone that someone vomited under his feet, and because of his drunken footsteps, he staggered a bit.

This one staggered, his body plunged forward uncontrollably——

When he stabilized his figure, he felt a chill in his chest.

He sobered up in an instant, only to see that the gleaming knife tip had pierced his chest, and a lot of blood rushed out from the wound.

Looking up again, it was Shen Zhuo's astonished face.

--

Yan Shaoqian suddenly woke up from the dream.

He sat up abruptly, reached out and touched his chest—fortunately, there was nothing.

is a dream.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said that the feeling of being stabbed was quite real, and it had been 800 years, and he still wanted to harass him in his dream.

Shen Zhuo, who was sleeping next to him, was disturbed and opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Yan Shaoqian picked up the water glass from the bedside and took a sip of water: "What time is it?"

Shen Zhuo squinted his eyes and looked at the phone: "It's less than five o'clock."

"It's still early, sleep a little longer."

He was about to lie down again, Shen Jue asked again: "What's the matter? Nightmare?"

Yan Shaoqian grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said angrily, "No, I dreamed that I was stabbed by you."

Shen Jue was probably fully awake, he raised his eyebrows, and moved his gaze down maliciously: "It was indeed 'stabbed'."

Yan Shaoqian was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized what he meant. He couldn't help being angry, grabbed the pillow and slapped him on the face: "Get lost! Give me back that innocent little scholar 800 years ago!"