The honest businessman and his little wife

Chen Shien took a sip of tea, his eyes drifted to Jiuyi Mountain, and he was about to tell a story that was nothing new.

There are many snakes, insects and poisonous flowers in the south, but the weather is good, and the food is full of food and vegetables.

During the reign of Emperor Baode in the previous dynasty, there was a severe drought in the north. For a while, starvation was everywhere, refugees everywhere, desperate farmers gathered together, and raised their poles against the imperial city.It took a lot of effort for the imperial court to suppress the red-eyed people.

The civil servant Gu Yun wrote a letter, going around and around, only talking about the richness of Jiangbei and the fullness of the granary.Emperor Baode was restless night and night amid internal worries, and finally decided to attack Jiangnan.

This is the beginning of the attack on Jiangnan.

The exiles from the north are no longer going to the south, but the refugees from the south are fleeing to the north.Originally, refugees from the north could survive if they fled to the south, but now those from the north can't come, and those from the south are still running north. They really forced the people to die.

Unfortunately, the south of the Yangtze River has not been conquered for a long time. Although there are many fertile fields in the south and a lot of water and dew, the long-term war has delayed cultivation, and it is better to have nothing than nothing.

People in the south sell their sons and daughters on a whim.It's better to be alive than to be dead. This prosperous world will get better after all.

The civil servant Gu Yun is the favored minister of Emperor Baode. He has a clear mind, is good at guessing the holy will, is slick, accommodating and tactful, and he is not a treacherous person. , so that people in the world can't wait to peel off their skin and bones, and it's probably just a small amount in the history books.

But now, he is well-known and has become the world's number one sinner.At night, folk killers come looking for him at various times, and in the daytime, rotten eggs are also thrown in the streets.

He knew that he owed the people of the world, and there was no way to refute it. He only said that this old man was really playing tricks on people. He had clearly deliberated over and over again, and subduing Jiangnan would do no harm to the imperial court.But he didn't expect that Jiangnan would be unable to attack for a long time, and the persistence of the southern barbarians made him terrified.

Worrying and restless every night, he fell ill not long after, and the desperate sobs of the people could be heard in his ears.After more than a month, the favorite minister Gu Yun became a pinch of loess.

The emperor sent people to resettle the refugees and opened warehouses to release food.After all, the distant water can't solve the nearby fire, and there is no food prepared on weekdays, so how can this stall be enough?

In the final analysis, it was God playing tricks. Emperor Baode also died of hatred less than a year after the death of the sinner Gu Yun. The court was in chaos for a while, and no one wanted to be the emperor.Prime Minister Zhang Xuan was ordered to assist Ruiying, the son of Emperor Baode, to ascend to the throne of God.

Speaking of this, Chen Shien slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "I'm tired, this story will end here."

The people who sat down were noisy, but he didn't listen to a word, and walked towards the resting place in the backyard of the teahouse by himself.

Seeing that he was tired, Zhang Fugui felt uncomfortable, so he silently greeted the guests and tidied up the teahouse.

First put away the money on the table one by one, and put them in the drawer of the counter, then found a broom to sweep the floor, then put away the teapot and coarse porcelain cups on the table, and took them to the kitchen behind the main room.I want to wash Chen Shien.That Baiyu's hands should be holding a pen and a book, such rough work really shouldn't be done.

He had entered the kitchen with Chen Shien before, so he knew the place.

Pass through a small door and enter the backyard of the tea shop. There is a well in the middle of the yard, and durian flowers are planted beside it.

At this time, the pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, and they are so red and beautiful.Opposite the small door was another carved red lacquered wooden door. He knew that as long as he entered this wooden door, he would be Chen Shien's house.

He reads, admires flowers, sleeps, and dreams inside... On the left side of the small door is a vegetable field, in which some flowers and plants that are unknown to wealth and status are planted, which look neat and tidy.On the right side of the small door is the kitchen, and this is where Zhang Fugui is going.

Chen Shien's kitchen was completely deserted and clean. It seemed that there was no use for it other than making tea and boiling water.He put down the teapot, fetched water from the courtyard, and began to pack the teapot and porcelain cups.

As he moved his hands, his mind began to think wildly, but he thought about the days after meeting Chen Shi'en in detail.When I met Chen Shien for the first time, he came to this tea shop at the foot of the mountain every day, and getting along with him for more than a month did not make him get to know Chen Shien better.

The man in green cloth always sits by the window alone, holding a book in his hand, either reading a book or staring at the Jiuyi Mountain outside the window in a daze. His heart ached slightly.

The man is knowledgeable about books and etiquette, but he himself does not know a lot of big characters, he can only read the account books, and he doesn't know how to say some witty words to please him.

In order to find an opportunity to say a few more words with Chen Shi'en, he relied on his shallow head to think a lot.I asked someone to find the precious calligraphy, and took it to Chen Shi'en, but the man didn't like it at all. He glanced at it and said: "The cool inkstone of Nanhai Sea and the inkstone of Guishan Chenmo are precious things. Boss Zhang gave it to me like this. How dare you accept it? Besides, I am not a person who loves ink treasures. I am very grateful for your kindness. Boss Zhang should take this thing back."

Zhang Fugui brought his things back to the shop in a daze. Xiaoqin from the rouge shop came to look for him, saying that he wanted to marry the second boy of the Hu family in the east of the town and wanted to buy the best rouge.

His heart moved, he took the rouge and pretended to ask casually: "How did you get along together? I remember that Uncle Hu's second boy is not very talkative."

Only then did I understand from Xiaoqin that sweets and gadgets are the most deceptive things, that is, from now on, he would always buy some sweets and gadgets from the market to give to Chen Shien, sesame cakes, candied haws, sugar figurines, dough figurines... …

Hey, why is Xiaoqin married? Chen Shien doesn't even give him a warm face here?

Oh, yes, osmanthus cake, the osmanthus cake I brought to Chen Shien today.

He hurriedly wiped the water from his hands on his clothes, took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from his pocket as he walked out, and unconsciously smiled.

Finally found a reason to look at the man with foggy eyes.

I thought again, no, the sky was getting dark, Chen Shien must have not eaten yet, so he went back to the kitchen, searched left and right, and finally found a few potatoes in the corner of the kitchen.He peeled and diced the potatoes, fried them with a small amount of oil, stewed them with rice, and went out again.

The moon has come out, and palely shines on the earth.Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Zhang Fugui stepped into the carved and red-painted door, his heart beating fast in his throat.

Inside the carved red lacquered wooden door is a small yard. There is a peach tree in the yard. An incense table is set up under the tree. There is no tablet, making it hard to see whether it is praying or worshiping.

Chen Shi'en just sat against the tree in front of the table, didn't kneel down, drank stuffily, and burned paper money at leisure.After the three sticks of incense were burned out, I lit another three sticks of incense, and after the three sticks of incense were burned out, I lit another three sticks of incense. After doing this three times, I finally felt that it was safe, and I took the wine pot and looked up to the moon to drink.

Why don't you set up a memorial tablet, why do you have to light incense three times, why is it on the eighth day of the lunar new year, how many days has this incense case been set up?

Zhang Fugui was startled by this weird scene, feeling strange on the one hand, and on the other hand inexplicably taking it for granted.He walked towards Chen Shi'en in a daze, his palms were sweaty, and the paper wrapping the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was wet.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake probably cannot be eaten, he thought.

Chen Shien suddenly raised his head and looked at him, squinting his eyes, his face was wet, there was a trace of water, he looked up at the moon in the sky, and murmured: "Tomorrow will be a good weather."

he's drunk.

The aggrieved look under the moonlight reminded Zhang Fugui of the magpies he had seen when he was young, and the docileness like a small animal made his heart ache.He hugged Chen Shi'en tightly, and the emotion flowing in his heart couldn't come out or go down. He couldn't find an outlet and couldn't find the source of this strangeness.

He was so stupid, so stupid that he didn't understand what this feeling was or how he could feel it.He could only hug this aggrieved man instinctively.

On the second day, as Chen Shien said, the weather was fine, the sun was high and the breeze was blowing.

When Zhang Fugui entered the room with a bowl of millet porridge, Chen Shien had already woken up and was about to run out the door with bare feet. His bright eyes were full of smiles, but the moment he saw Zhang Fugui, they flickered and went out. , and then looked and looked outside the door without giving up, and finally returned to the bed dejected.

Zhang Fugui followed behind Chen Shien blankly, and said softly: "Chen...Shien, you were drunk last night, you should get up early and drink some light rice porridge."

Seeing his blank look, Chen Shien smiled slightly, his pale lips pulled out a gentle smile, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Boss Zhang, please take care of me."

Zhang Fugui looked at the round eyes of the man in front of him, and when he smiled, there was a faint dimple on his cheek, he was happy, and because he called out the intimate name "Shien", the secrets in his heart almost blurted out .

This kind of feeling was menacing, screaming and rushing out of his chest, and the honest businessman felt that he must have exhausted all his strength to suppress those weird feelings.

Just because he is stupid doesn't mean he doesn't understand the world.He likes Chen Shien, he knows it.He knew from the first moment he saw him that he liked him.Find this man with misty and round eyes and fall in love with him, like the meaning of his existence in this life, the previous life, and the previous life.

Chen Shien picked up the porridge and took a sip, his round eyes slightly bent.Taking another sip, he looked up at Zhang Fugui, not understanding why this honest businessman hadn't left yet.

Zhang Fugui dawdled and refused to leave, racked his brains, thought over and over in his heart, and finally sat down beside his bed.

"Is Boss Zhang feeling unwell? Why is his face so red?"

"I..." Zhang Fugui rubbed his hands, and after thinking about it, he said slowly, "Shien, that...is the story you told yesterday..."

Then he asked in a low voice: "You won't tell the story of last night again, right?" He was asking him, but in a clear tone.

Chen Shien put down the bowl, sat up straight, stroked his shiny black hair unconsciously with his hand, and said absently, "How do you know I won't talk anymore? You are the worm in my stomach."

He didn't understand why this honest businessman asked him this question suddenly, and he felt inexplicably upset.

"I saw your wet eyes..."

Chen Shi'en smiled, the mountains and waters in his eyes were clear, which was not as unreal as the usual mist.He said softly, "What a fool."

Zhang Fugui was already drunk in his dimples, his head was dizzy, he never heard what he said.

He didn't remember how he got home at all, his heart was full of Chen Shi'en, everyone in front of him was him, his footsteps were light, and his chest was warm.

That is to say, after this time, Zhang Fugui went to the bird tea shop more frequently in the past, and most of the time he dared to talk about Chen Shien. From the gadgets in the market to the marriage of children on the street, the businessmen from the north brought Vegetables with strange taste When it comes to the practice of sweet-scented osmanthus cake......

Although Chen Shi'en didn't speak much, he was really listening to him seriously, occasionally laughing when he thought it was funny.

At the beginning of July, the durian flowers in the yard finally failed to bloom, but Chen Shien was even more unhappy.He didn't show that he was unhappy, but Zhang Fugui knew that he was unhappy, and he spent more time looking at Jiuyi Mountain, and even when he was talking about outside things, his mind would be distracted.

And the eighth day of this month is here again.