Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi smiled and shook his head pretending to be naive, shaking his chair and saying, "I don't understand."

After being together day and night for more than a month, Mu Zishi tried several times in a calm manner. He knew that Ge Shu Ye had broken the limit of patience, and he also knew that he had other thoughts and uses for his brother, so he was not worried that he would be violent and kill him. I, simply bully the weak as a petty seller, but my sense of propriety is so ingenious that there is nothing wrong with it. My words and deeds are like a piece of smooth and soft fox fur, with a gorgeous and sharp little golden hook inlaid with gold and jade hidden inside. , making Ge Shu Yepo unhappy, unable to get close, unable to get angry.

Just like at this moment, when Ge Shu Yepo looked at his spring water-like eyes, his eyes were filled with smiles, and he felt a puff of air in his heart, liver, stomach and lungs, but in this puff of air, there were a pair of soft and dexterous little hands scratching himself, It makes people have a kind of fun that seems cheap and not cheap.

There was no other way for a while, so I could only say with a sullen face: "I told you that day, there are seven pillars in a village in Nanke Mountain, and the Liangtai is in charge of the money and grain documents of the village, do you remember?"

Mu Zishi said leisurely: "As long as Mr. Zhu is willing to teach, how dare Zishi refuse to obey?"

Ge Shuye raised his thick eyebrows, and felt that his cleverness in trying to read people's hearts was a little frightening: "How do you know I have such a plan?"

Mu Zishi lowered his eyelashes habitually, and said: "The grain desk handles all important matters of money and food, and there are quite trivial details. I wish Mr. Da is old and frail. It is really time to find a new grain desk to take over slowly. gone."

Ge Shu Ye broke out: "Liangtai has a high status in Nanke Mountain, second only to me, Master and Shuixiang. Why do you think you can sit in the fourth place in this cottage?"

Mu Zishi smiled lightly: "Besides me, there is no one else in Guizhai."

"Mr. Zhu Da is a scholar who is serious and serious. Although he has gone up the mountain, he looks down on rough people. If you want to learn from him, you must have some foundation. Otherwise, Mr. Da will be angry within three days if you go like Master Suozi. Mr. Cheng is dead, this is one of them."

"Mr. Zhu Da doesn't seem to be very kind. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is narrow-minded. In general, if there is a successor to Liangtai, he will probably not want to spend his money on teaching, and he will hide a lot of private things. Therefore, this person must be smart and clever. Teaching can also be insincere and self-study, this is the second."

Ge Shu Ye broke out, "Is there anything else?"

Mu Zishi took a sip of tea and said, "If there is one and there is two, there must be three. It's just that the boss doesn't talk about it. How can I guess the third?"

Ge Shu Ye laughed and said: "You are a clever ghost, you might as well guess."

Mu Zishi said: "I don't guess."

Thinking of being Mr. Zhu Da's apprentice, it is inevitable that he would kneel and kowtow, and he felt rather resentful in his heart, and murmured in a low voice: "I have the right to worship lonely ghosts on July [-]th."

Ge Shuye stared at him intently, felt it was amused, but said with a straight face: "Tomorrow I will take you there personally, and let Mr. Zhu Da drive... You are both a servant and a servant, can you do it?"

Mu Zishi nodded: "There is nothing I can't do."

Liangtai is the fourth person in the village, and it is also in charge of money, so the place where Mr. Zhu Da lives is also different. There are two study rooms in one courtyard, both are bright and spacious, and there are four bedrooms and a tea room. , There are also a few young people doing some heavy chores and patrolling safety.

To Mr. Zhu Da, Mu Zishi had only heard about it but had never seen it. At this moment, he could not help but smile wryly when he saw him. This Mr. Zhu looked like a whole bitter gourd stuffed with sauerkraut. He didn't even move his eyelids when he saw him, he just bowed and said, "I've seen the master."

Ge Shu Ye broke up and said: "You don't need to be too polite. You have been in the village for more than [-] years, and you have made contributions as well as hard work. I came here this time to send a boy to take care of your daily life. If you are not too dull, give him advice. One or two, but it can also help share some trivial matters."

After finishing speaking, he called out: "Come here, and pay homage to Mr. Liangtai."

Mu Zishi smiled, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed unambiguously: "Sir, Mu Zishi kowtows to you."

Mr. Zhu Da rubbed his eyes, and replied coldly: "Shao Li."

The old man gave himself a cold face in front of his elder brother Shu Yepo, but Mu Zishi was not annoyed. Instead, he really relaxed and got up to look at the room.

The square scarf on Mr. Zhu Da's head and the Confucian shirt on his body are not very clean, but the scrolls, desks, chairs, desks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the room are neat and clean, and the classics and history collections on the bookshelves are complete. There is no trace of spiritual ideas, just regular and upright.

As for the screen strips hanging on the wall, it was written by Shen Mengjia, the Minister of Rites during the Yongxi period. Mu Zishi couldn't help being moved by it: "Refined and leisurely, wide and comfortable, it is really a rare and good word!"

Ge Shuye said: "Mr. Da is an elegant scholar, and Nanke Mountain often borrows some calligraphy and paintings for him to fill the walls."

Mu Zishi smiled and said, "Borrow?"

Ge Shuye raised his thick eyebrows, not ashamed: "Since it is a prosperous age, there are naturally many generous people who give up their love."

Mu Zishi was not an official servant, so he couldn't shake off the iron chain and lock him up with a bang, so he could only bow his head in humiliation, cursing in his heart that this guy was a born bandit, and he was so awe-inspiring and inviolable even if he did evil.

Mr. Zhu Da pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Can you read?"

Before Mu Zishi opened his mouth, Ge Shu Yepo laughed and said, "Zishi's style of a pavilion may not lose to a scholar who has accumulated many years."

Mr. Zhu Da's face became even more gloomy: "Can you handle accounts?"

Mu Zishi said: "A little bit."

"Able to do arithmetic?"

"A little too."

Mr. Zhu Da sneered: "Since you know everything, what else can I teach you?"

Ge Shu Ye watched from the sidelines with a broken smile, and said: "Mr. Da is old, Zi Shi is very smart, why not serve you?"

Mr. Zhu Da was enraged with jealousy: "The old man's body is still strong, and he doesn't need Tong'er to serve him."

Ge Shu Yepo saw that the old man didn't know how to flatter him, he was a tyrannical man, but he just used it to tease Mu Zishi, now he was impatient to give the old man a face, so he simply turned his face and shouted: "Rice table!"

Mr. Zhu Da shuddered, immediately lost his momentum, and seemed to be bright-eyed when the candle was lit, and said with a smile: "The boss ordered, how dare this old man disobey?"

Brother Shu Yepo was upset, and occasionally he wanted to be reasonable and be a gentleman, but all he met were bastards and bad embryos, he couldn't help feeling depressed that I was a bright pearl, so I coldly glanced at the old man One glance, let alone leave without saying a word.

Mr. Zhu Da had a little boy next to him, who had been standing in the corner like a quail, until Ge Shuye broke away, Fang Shu raised his head with a sigh of relief, Mu Zishi saw his handsome features, his eyes But in a daze, he asked curiously, "Sir, who is this?"

Mr. Zhu Da said: "His name is Muyu, he is a fool, he does some rough work."

As he spoke, he pushed the boy: "Go to the kitchen to get some food."

Tong'er went away in response, and Mu Zishi said, "He seems to be very afraid of the head of the family, is he fooled by fright?"

Mr. Zhu Da said: "Yes. Muyu's surname is Tao, and both parents died in the hands of the head."

Mu Zishi was stunned, looking at Muyu's hunched back at such a young age, he hated brother Shu Yepo even more.

Mr. Zhu Da stared at him: "I heard that you are from a rich family, but since the head of the family let you come, you have to be my servant."

Mu Zishi smiled lightly and said, "I don't know how you want Zishi to serve you?"

Mr. Zhu Da said: "During the day, we carry water and sweep the floor to tidy up the study, make beds and fold quilts and bring tea and grind ink."

Mu Zishi thought for a while: "I've never done these things before, so please forgive me if I'm a slow learner."

Mr. Zhu Da said again: "At night, your couch is next to mine. If you want water or soup, you should be more vigilant."

Mu Zishi couldn't help frowning. There have been many twists and turns in going out of the palace these years, but he has never bowed down to be a servant. In the East Palace, he was held in the palm of the prince like a jewel, so it is possible that he really wants to serve such a person personally. A rotten old man with a dull face?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Mr. Zhu Da couldn't help secretly criticizing a villain for his frivolity, and immediately said: "A gentleman is proud but not arrogant, and a villain is arrogant but not prosperous."

This knock made Mu Zishi very happy, if Mister Zhu Da didn't speak out against him, he would have nothing to do, but this gentleman took his own humiliation, how could Mu Zishi let it go lightly?Immediately smiled and praised: "Mr. Da is really a gentleman."

Mr. Zhu Da was flattered, and his beard trembled because of his beauty. Unexpectedly, this compliment was only three pennies worth of sugar, and it was over after one compliment (dipped in). He just heard Mu Zishi say: "In that case, Zishi asks for advice, why not?" What is the virtue of virtue for a gentleman? What is the punishment of punishment for a gentleman?"

Mr. Zhu Da was stunned, his face immediately turned gray. He had been a food platform in the bandit den for 20 to [-] years. Those who have no face to mention any kindness and punishment, the only thing they can harbor is hatred and shame.

Mu Zishi took a few steps: "Zi Shi asks again, why is a gentleman seeking the way but not food? A gentleman is worried about the way but not about poverty?"

Mr. Zhu Da's face turned from gray to green. He stayed on the mountain after going up the mountain. He said he was forced to do so, but most likely he also wanted to have enough food and clothing. This matter really insulted the moral integrity of a scholar. He pointed at Mu Zishi and cursed angrily: " Brave boy!"

Mu Zishi accepted it when he saw it, and bowed with a smile: "Sir, calm down, you need to know that a gentleman respects without losing anything, and is respectful and polite to others. Listen to the words of a sage, sir!"

Mr. Zhu Da was stuck on his tongue by being respectful and polite, he wiped the tip of his nose helplessly, and his voice changed in anger: "Sweep the study!"

After saying that, he walked out the door with the sound of boots, Mu Zishi suppressed his smile, but picked up the account book on the desk and looked through it slowly. As for the cleaning, he could neither find water nor a rag and broom, so he could only leave it in the middle. Not sent.

When Muyu came back from the kitchen, Mr. Zhu Da had two meat and two vegetables and a bowl of soup. Muyu's was also good, and there was a small bowl of stewed meat, but Muyu's brain was not good. Take a portion of Mu Zishi's meal, fortunately there is enough white rice in the bucket, Mu Zishi doesn't care about it, let alone ask Zhu Da for a portion of food, he lowered his head and silently pawed at the rice.

While eating without taste, a small piece of rosy and fragrant meat suddenly appeared in the bowl. When he looked up, Muyu half-opened his mouth, as if he was a bit reluctant, but tried to smile at himself silly: "Mine, you Eat, eat."

Mu Zishi was very embarrassed at the moment, and he was very grateful for his kindness, and these days he was recovering from his wounds, he hardly touched meat, he was a bit greedy for meat, but when he looked at the oily saliva around Muyu's mouth, he couldn't eat this piece of meat go down.

After thinking about it for a while, he took it back and said with a soft smile, "I'm going to eat vegetarian food today... Tomorrow you remember to tell the kitchen to ask for an extra meal."

The wooden fish was lost and found again, thinking that this elder brother is really a good person, and happily swallowed the meat: "I will remember it tomorrow!"

Mr. Zhu Da snorted coldly, and felt more and more that Mu Zishi was hypocritical, impetuous, and rude and cunning. When Mu Zishi listened to him humming, he only thought he farted a bunch of farts, like Wan Jing. Mu Zishi would respect him for a true gentleman, but as for Zhu Da, it would be considered kind of him not to burn his goatee.

Therefore, ever since Mu Zishi entered Liangtai, he and Zhu Da were tormenting each other.

Mr. Zhu Da is a true scholar, although he has been reduced to an accountant, he still loves to write a few poems in his spare time. He has always suffered from the fact that no one appreciates them on the mountain. Today he is in a good mood, so he invites Mu Zishi to read.

Mu Zishi flipped through ten lines at a glance, with a smile that was not a smile: "Zi Shi asked himself that he has served properly recently, why did the master punish Zi Shi?"

Zhu freshman did not wake up for a while: "Study writing, why talk about a penalty?"

Mu Zishi said: "Sir, at any rate, you have stepped on Huaihuang. Although you have not won the first place, you should probably know that reading poetry is an embarrassing chore. If the rhetoric is exquisite and the charm is natural, that's all. If the poem is written like a suburban cold island. If there is no interest in life, I still have to praise it falsely and submissively against my will, isn't it a case of tyranny?"

Zhu Da's face was wrinkled with shame. The so-called killing without blood is nothing more than that.