Big Sister Bingshan was warmed by me

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The update has been updated. The newcomers are looking for support and will work hard to update. Please encourage me. After a while, Zhou Yang appeared outside the wall of a farmer's courtyard in a nearby slum area. , then tiptoed into the farmer's yard, quickly tore off a suit of young children's clothes that were drying on the bamboo poles in the yard, and then slipped away.

After finding a place to change into the peasant boy's cloth clothes and trousers, Zhou Yang felt much more comfortable.It's just that my body is still full of indescribable smells, my hair is extremely itchy, and my whole body is sticky. I must find a place to wash my hair and take a bath. Although it is summer, I can't take a cold bath in the river with my small body. Getting a cold and fever was fatal in ancient times!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang couldn't help frowning, and fell into deep thought.

Before he knew it, he had reached the west gate of the city, and Zhou Yang was about to enter when he suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

But a well-decorated carriage drove over. The coachman was a middle-aged man, and behind the coachman sat a handsome boy, who was staring at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang was furious, he walked well by himself, the carriage was rampaging, it was fine if the boy didn't apologize, but he dared to stare at himself, his eyes got angry, and he also stared at him.

Although Zhou Yang was wearing clean cloth and trousers at this time, his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and the straw sandals on his feet had only the soles left. He looked like a dirty and poor farm boy. He still dared to kick himself, his temper came up, and the big man pushing the cart shouted:

"Ma Si, you beat him with a whip, and you dare to stare at me!"

Ma Si, the big man who drove the carriage, seemed to be very afraid of the boy, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the whip in his hand.The boy grabbed the whip and waved it towards Zhou Yang.

The hero Zhou Yang didn't suffer from the immediate loss, he ran out of the range of the horsewhip quickly, slid to hide behind the gate guard soldiers, and opened his throat and shouted:

"The evil slave is killing people! The evil slave is killing people! I don't know where the bastard came from, bullying us Yangzhou people! Come and see, folks, this evil slave is going to kill people!"

"Someone is bullying the people of Yangzhou, you don't care about the general who guards the city!"

"Someone is bullying the people of Yangzhou, you don't care about the general who guards the city!"

The soldier was hiding behind him, and was about to scold him, when he heard Zhou Yang's shout, he felt honored. These soldiers guarding the city gate are all Yangzhou natives, and they felt very comfortable when Zhou Yang called him a general. , and saw that many pedestrians were attracted to watch, so he put on the airs of Yangzhou city guards, stopped the carriage, and asked pretendingly:

"You boy, why do you hurt people? The whip doesn't have eyes, so what if you hurt the baby?"

Hearing that Zhou Yang was full of nonsense, the boy almost exploded with anger, and was stopped by the city guards. He was bullied by this, and was about to get out of the car to argue, but he heard a light cough from the car, and a young man's voice said: "Zhusheng, you And go and apologize to that little boy."

As he said that, a folding fan protruded from the inside and raised the curtain, and another white and slender hand handed out a silver ingot from the curtain, about five taels.

After a pause, he seemed to know the boy's temperament, and added: "No more trouble!"

Although the voice was not loud, it was full of coercion from the superior.

Zhou Yang looked at it from the side, and there seemed to be vague words written on the fan. He guessed that this must be a literary young man from a wealthy family. He has some qualities and should like poetry more. Well, it seems that he can give it a try.

The young man got orders from his young master, so he didn't dare to speak harshly, he reluctantly got out of the carriage, walked up to Zhou Yang, put on a dirty face, and apologized without sincerity: "I'm sorry just now!"

"Hmph, this is my son rewarding you!"

Zhou Yang looked at him amusedly, and when he handed over the ingot of silver very reluctantly, he immediately reached out to take it, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I won't argue with you, this is your apology, let's write it off!"

The boy gritted his teeth angrily, but he didn't dare to say anything else, he turned angrily and walked towards the carriage.

Zhou Yang walked up to the soldier just now with the silver in his hands and said:

"Uncle General, thank you just now for protecting our Yangzhou fellows! My child can't use this money, so take it, Uncle General!"

As he said, he handed the silver to the soldier with both hands, and looked at the soldier with big eyes, as sincere as he could be.

The soldier was almost moved to tears, but he couldn't show it on his face. He was about to reach out to take it, when he suddenly found that the pedestrians around him were all looking at him, and the boy climbed into the carriage, also looking at him with a smile that was not a smile. I couldn't help being clever, and quickly stood up straight, and said solemnly:

"What nonsense, this is someone's compensation for your child. Take it home and ask your parents to buy you a pair of shoes. Look at your shoes, the soles are almost worn out!"

"Uncle General, I really don't know how to use it, so I'll give it to you!"

"Defending the city is my responsibility, a little money is nothing, you go home quickly!"

After some concessions, Zhou Yang managed to keep his money, thanked the soldier sincerely, and then followed into the city.It's not that he is reluctant to give it to the soldier, it's just that he needs money too much now.

The carriage was not moving fast, Zhou Yang trotted for a while and followed, he already saw that the young man in the carriage should not be bad, and he must have something to do when he came to Yangzhou, he heard that he coughed just now, maybe he came for medical treatment , Aren’t there many plots like this in the novel?

It's a pity that I don't know how to cure diseases, but I can try to make a small fortune.

So he followed and walked beside the carriage, chatting up the boy: "Hey, is your name Zhusheng?"

At this moment, the boy couldn't help cursing anymore: "Stinky boy, is your name my name? You bastard who is greedy for money and lies!"

"I'm not greedy for money. Your son kindly gave it to me. By the way, what is your son doing in Yangzhou City?"

"You! Ignorant boy, get out of here!"

"Zhusheng, don't be rude. Little brother, we still have things to do and we can't accompany you. Your parents should look for you and go back quickly."

The young master in the carriage obviously didn't want to make trouble, so he stopped Zhusheng again, but there was also a hint of displeasure in the tone he spoke to Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang could tell that he was about to get angry, so he stopped smiling and said seriously:

"My lord, my parents died a long time ago, and I'm an orphan. I think you are a good person, and I want to send you a poem."

The young master didn't expect Zhou Yang's answer at all, and was speechless for a while.

But Zhusheng had already shouted: "Young Master, don't listen to his nonsense, he is a poor kid who can't read big characters, how can he write poetry."

As he spoke, he smashed the coachman again, "Hurry up, hurry up, lest this nasty thing follow!"

Zhou Yang ignored him, and chanted loudly to himself:

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone, knowing that it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance!"

But it was Wang Anshi's well-known song "Plum Blossom". Wang Anshi was not born in this era, so he stole it first.

After hearing this, the young master couldn't help clapping his hands and praised: "Good poem!"

But he stopped talking, and the carriage continued to move forward. Because there were so many pedestrians on the road, the carriage was not going fast. Zhou Yang trotted, but he could keep up.

Seeing that the poem failed to impress the young master, Zhou Yang continued to chant:

"Bowl……"

He only chanted this sentence, but kept silent.

The young master in the carriage was already attracted, and he also chanted:

"If life is just like seeing it for the first time..." The following verses came to an abrupt end, the young master couldn't hold back any longer, and hurriedly asked: "What is the following verses?"

Nalan Rongruo's famous "Mulan Ci" was recited, and its lethality is absolutely unprecedented.

Zhou Yang deliberately stopped talking, and sighed:

"Oh, why did I forget the latter... I must be too tired from running, I can't even remember!"

But when the side curtain was lifted, the young man leaned out, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and elegant demeanor, wearing a sky blue long gown, with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, staring at Zhou Yang, saw Zhou Yang trotting and following the carriage With a wheezing look, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

With a bitter face, Zhou Yang said, "Hey, I am grateful to you for sending you a good poem, but you are still laughing at me! My shoes are about to run off, look!"

As he spoke, he stopped and lifted one foot, only to hear a "click", the sole of that foot actually fell off, Zhou Yang was suddenly extremely embarrassed, his small face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

"Haha, you kid, you are a little fun, okay, I accept your love!"

The young master chuckled again at Zhou Yang's actions, and ordered the coachman to stop, allowing Zhou Yang to climb into the carriage.

Only the little servant Zhusheng was unhappy, but he didn't dare to stop him. Although he was sitting outside the carriage, he opened a corner of the curtain with his mouth pouted, and stared back at Zhou Yang, as if he was afraid that his young master would be bullied and deceived by Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang simply threw away the straw sandal on his other foot, and sat on the carriage with bare feet, diagonally opposite the young man.

The young man stared at him and asked, "Son, how old are you?"

"Seven years old!" Zhou Yang said indifferently.

The young master was even more amazed, this kid was dressed in common clothes, his hands, feet and face were all dirty, but he was so bold, not only did he not feel timid when talking to him, but he even had a decent appearance and wanted to give him good poems, but That poem is indeed a good poem.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but continue to ask:

"what's your name?"

"Zhou Yang, what about you?"

"My surname is Zhao." After saying his surname, he asked again, "Zhou Yang, who wrote that poem just now?"

Zhou Yang knew that he had asked this question, and he had a good idea, so he said calmly: "I live with a group of little beggars in the Guandi Temple outside the city. Last year, an uncle came to the temple in the middle of the night. An ancient book, he looked so sad, put the book aside, and then began to chant poems, he chanted poems while drinking, and finally fell asleep, got up the next day and left, the book fell in the temple We picked it up and saw that it was full of words, an old beggar who used to be a teacher told us that the books were full of good poems, so he taught us to recite them.”

"Where is the book?"

"The old beggar later fell ill and felt cold, so we lit the book and lit a fire to keep him warm. Later, he died."

"Did you burn the book?"

"Yes, otherwise how would you light a fire?"

"Oh, you guys are really, maybe it's an orphan copy. There are so many good poems recorded, but you burned it. It's a waste of money!"

"If you burn it, you will burn it, and you can't eat it." Zhou Yang said it was a matter of course, but Zhao Gongzi was heartbroken, so he could only continue to ask: "How many poems are there? Can you recite it?"

It was only after asking that he came to his senses, Zhou Yang is a brat, how would he know.

"A lot of songs, I can recite three, no, five, sometimes three, sometimes five." Zhou Yang innocently snapped his fingers: "I am the most powerful in Guandi Temple, and I am the only one who can recite."

Mr. Zhao felt distressed, but he still asked expectantly: "Do you still remember the song just now? If life is just like the first time you saw that song..."

"Remember, Mr. Zhao, do you want it?"

Zhou Yang stared at Mr. Zhao innocently with wide eyes.

Looking at those bright innocent big eyes, Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, this, say yes, it seems that he is very greedy, greedy for a child's things, say no, it is really not reconciled, if life is only As I saw it for the first time, I have never heard of such a wonderful sentence.

At this time, Zhou Yang continued: "Young Master Zhao, I know you are a good person. Of course I want to give my good poems to a good person like you, but can you do me a favor?"

Mr. Zhao was wondering how to answer, so as not to look like he was snatching the child's things. Hearing this, he hurriedly said: "Of course, what do you want me to help you with? Are you short of money?"

Zhou Yang was waiting for his words, and said: "No, the group of little beggars living with me have no clothes to wear, no place to live, and one is dying of illness. I want to sell an ancient family recipe and buy a house for everyone. live together."

Mr. Zhao didn't expect this kid to have such ambitions, so he was a little dazed. Zhu Sheng, who was beside him, had already heard it impatiently, and quickly interjected: "Ah, Mr., I know what this kid is planning. It's not enough to cheat Mr. You five taels of silver, and you have to pay for it." It's too greedy and bad to deceive another house! Child, you are really black-hearted!"

Zhou Yang rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't ask your son to pay for it, hum! I make money myself!"

"You little liar, stinky beggar, how do you make money! You are a liar, son, don't listen to him!"

"If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change. "

Mr. Zhao's eyes lit up, he quickly stopped Zhu Sheng, recollected it in his own mouth, and asked Zhou Yang expectantly: "But there is still a que?"

After speaking, he was afraid that Zhou Yang would not understand, so he changed the way of asking: "Is there more to come, isn't it finished?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yang replied loudly, looking at Mr. Zhao's expectant eyes, and said, "If you help me, I will recite it to you, or I will ask others for help!"

"Buying a house is not a trivial matter. When I came to Yangzhou, I didn't bring much gold and silver. How do you want me to help you?" Mr. Zhao was obviously still hesitating.

Zhou Yang glared at him: "I didn't ask for your money, hmph, I have my own ideas. I'll tell you when I get there!"

Mr. Zhao thought to himself, I'm still afraid of a child, anyway, he can't make any troubles, so he agreed first, so he nodded and agreed.

At this moment, the carriage arrived at the residence, which was a three-entry house. Zhusheng looked at Zhou Yang angrily, as if looking at a little liar, and kept muttering: "Hmph, little liar, look, this is our young master's house in Yangzhou." Bieyuan, you won’t be able to buy it in three lifetimes!”

Zhou Yang held his head high, looked at the courtyard arrogantly, and commented casually: "Yeah, so-so, so-so, so-so."

The two bickered all the way.