Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

But what shopkeeper Wen wants to do more is to "package" Xiao Le, a big boss. Since ancient times, many celebrities have not been known so early, but as long as they have real skills, there is only one person who is lacking.

If Xiao Le can be "packaged" by him, then the clerk will not feel that his life is in vain.

The two sat in the carriage, chatting and laughing, and after a few words, they began to call each other brothers. They had never talked so alone before when they worked together. Now that they can get close, shopkeeper Wen will naturally not let this opportunity go. Seeing that Xiao Le did not resist, he called After going to Brother Xiao, Xiao Le also called Brother Wen very politely.

To be able to send his paintings to Fucheng to create such a big momentum, and still not be checked by others, this Wen shopkeeper is not an ordinary small shopkeeper, there are advantages and disadvantages to being a good friend.

"Brother Wen," Xiao Le, who opened the curtain to watch the bustle of the street, suddenly waved to the carriage on the way to the study, and shopkeeper Wen hurried over, "What kind of business does this Tang Yuan's family do? ?”

On the plaque on the door of the mansion, there are two characters: Tang Mansion.

"Don't look at the benevolent look of Tang Yuanwai, but he is actually not a kind person. Brother Xiao, stay away from this person," Shopkeeper Wen said quickly.

Xiao Le put down the car curtain, and the Tang mansion was getting farther and farther away. This Tang Yuanwai was the future father-in-law that the original owner clings to in the original text, and he was also a little helper who helped the old man send his child.

That Master Fu was the bastard who killed Xiao Yunxing.

Thinking of this, Xiao Le's complexion suddenly became ugly, and he was not in the mood to go to the study to drink tea. But at this time, Mo Tutou, who was patrolling the street, passed by. He thought he had misread it until Xiao Le got off the station. Only then was he sure that this person was his brother Le.

Seeing that his face was not good-looking, and there was a middle-aged fat man standing beside him who kept beeping, Mo Tutou strode over.

"Brother Le, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Le raised his head, and when he saw that he was looking at shopkeeper Wen with displeasure, he sighed and said, "This is shopkeeper Wen, Brother Wen, I remembered that I still have some things to do, and I'm not very energetic, how about drinking tea next time?" ?”

"Brother Xiao, feel free to go to work if you have something to do, just drink tea another day, if you need any help, come to the study workshop to find me at any time."

Shopkeeper Wen glanced at Butou Mo, then smiled at Xiao Le.

"Thank you, Brother Wen."

Seeing that Mo's face became more and more ugly, Xiao Le stepped forward and pulled him away.

"Do you have a holiday with Brother Wen?"

"There is only Brother Cheng here, where did Brother Wen come from?"

Mo Catcher was so sour, "How long have you known him?"

"It should have been four months since we really started to contact each other."

"Four months? Four months and he called you Brother Xiao? This man is not a good guy, so ignore him."

"...I got to know you later, so if you call me brother Le, I'm still my father and mother's godson, my godbrother."

These words made Catcher Mo feel better. He raised his chin and said arrogantly, "That's because I am excellent and capable! Look at my body, it will be a piece of cake for my parents to harvest crops in the future!"

"...It's the first time I've heard someone praise me so much," Xiao Le looked at him in surprise, "By the way, today isn't your day to patrol the streets, is it?"

"Tune with the third child," Mo Butou looked at him even more surprised, "Tomorrow is your birthday, have you forgotten?"

"Oh," Xiao Le patted his head, "I really forgot!"

And tomorrow happens to be the rest day of the private school, so he can stay at home for a day.

"Stupid," Mo Tuntou put his arms around his shoulders, and the two brothers walked forward together happily, "You just have nothing to do in the afternoon, patrol the streets with me, and go have dinner together after we're done."

Xiao Le was taken away just like that.

"Isn't that Xiao Xiucai? The one next to him... is from the Yamen. Since when did he become so familiar with the people from the Yamen?"

"That's right, he didn't come to the poetry meeting during the Chinese New Year, and he didn't send any news. I thought he was sick."

By the window of a restaurant not far away, there were three scholars sitting, and the one in the middle was Zhang Xiucai.

Zhang Xiucai is the oldest and the best educated. Today they met in a restaurant to drink and write poems when they were at ease, but they didn't want to lower their eyes and see Xiao Le who was shoulder to shoulder with a man on the street.

"Disgraceful."

Zhang Xiucai frowned slightly and shook his head.

"He was not good at learning, and now he is still hanging out with the police, and he didn't go to the academy. It seems that he has given up."

The scholar also shook his head when he started talking.

"Forget about him," the other scholar saw Zhang Xiucai's impatient face, so he quickly changed the topic, and after a while, the excitement resumed.

Coincidentally, after patrolling the streets, Xiao Le and his two also came to this restaurant for dinner, and they happened to sit in the dining room next to Zhang Xiucai and the others. The partition in the middle was relatively thin, so they could hear everything Clearly.

Zhang Xiucai and the others drank happily, and began to criticize Xiao Le's mistakes while drinking.

What kind of poor knowledge can still pretend to be terrible.

Why don't you have money in your pocket and eat and drink with them.

Left and right are some trivial things.

Because they called Xiao Le a poor scholar, Butou Mo didn't know who it was, but he poured water on Xiao Le and said in surprise, "There is such a person?"

Xiao Le looked at him with a smile, "I don't think that's the case."

As soon as his voice came out, the next door was as quiet as a chicken.

Scholar loves face the most, and is extremely high-minded, and people who talk about it behind their backs are heard and refuted on the spot, so don't be too cowardly!

"He is not the only one who is poor in education. I remember that at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet last year, a scholar borrowed poems from others and pretended to be his own. In the end, he was exposed on the spot. I felt embarrassed for him."

Xiao Le said loudly towards the wooden wall.

Mo Butou also realized that the poor scholar next door was talking about Le Geer.

He got up and wanted to go over, but Xiao Le grabbed him, and when he pulled the little hand, he sat down in a daze, but he still didn't forget to hold that delicate hand in the palm of his hand.

"If there is such a treat again, I remember that five times out of ten times, it was invited by others. On the contrary, these few scholars did not pay any money. They always pretended to be drunk when it was time to pay the bill, and they woke up immediately after leaving the restaurant. , and said to go to Chunhualou for a stroll.”

"All gone?"

Catcher Mo suddenly woke up and held Xiao Le's hand tightly.

Xiao Le gave him a kick, "I've already paid people to drink, so where is the money to invite them to mess around? It's one thing to drink and write poems. Is it worthy of the elders and brothers at home to go to Hualou? What's more, they all have money. People in the family, oh, let me tell you, those sisters-in-laws are all kind people, very virtuous, and often embroidering for a little money, they embroider to the point of blindness. It is really disgusting to take this kind of money to Hualou. "

Xiao Le, who almost pointed at Zhang Xiucai's nose and scolded him, was very energetic, Mo Butou was extremely rare, "Tell me more, I like to listen."

Such a lively Le Geer is not as cold as usual, so cute.

Xiao Le, who was about to leave the avatar, immediately calmed down. He coughed heavily, broke free from his hand, took a sip of tea, and Xiao Er came in to deliver food, but he didn't speak.

After the person left, he said again, "Student, which family has an easy life? Everyone is poor, and who has the face to be poorer than anyone else? It's low enough to say that people's virtue is low."

The three people who were separated by a wall were blushing, and it didn't take long before they checked out and left in despair.

Especially Zhang Xiucai, thinking of his old wife's eyes that were becoming less and less visible at night, and thinking of the days when he went to the flower house every so often, it was really embarrassing to be pierced by Xiao Le like this.

The other two had the intention to go and did not have the money to go, so they naturally understood who Xiao Le was talking about. They couldn't help but disdain this old scholar, thinking that he was so noble and not an old slut.

"Eat and eat."

Mo Butou, who didn't have a small hand, smiled and picked up food for Xiao Le. Not long after eating, Mo Butou went back to the yamen, and Xiao Le went to buy something and went home.

When Mo Tutou came back at night, his face was not very good-looking.

"Recently, many people in the yamen reported that their children were missing. Most of them were teenagers aged 13 to [-]. At first we thought it was because of the popularity of our family, so we left home for a few days. In the afternoon, someone was in the woods outside the city. The body of a teenager was found."

Thinking of the scars on the corpse, Mo Butou looked angry, "There is not a piece of good meat all over the body! It's like a beast!"

Xiao Le felt cold all over, and the time for committing the crime was brought forward.

Obviously the original text said that the first crime should be after Xiao Yunyue's death, how could it be...

"Brother Le?"

Seeing that Xiao Le's expression was not right, Mo Tutou grabbed his shoulders, "What's wrong?"

With a pale face, Xiao Le grabbed Mo Tuotou's wrist, "Do you believe me?"

Mo Catcher squatted in front of him, and held Xiao Le's cold hand in his palm, "I believe it."

"I once had a dream. In the dream, there were two big villains in our county. They..."

Xiao Le told Butou Mo what Tang Yuanwai and Master Fu did in a dream. After Butou Mo listened, he raised his hand and wiped away Xiao Le's tears.

"It's not your fault. It's a dream. Even if you want to stop it, what can you do to stop it? A little scholar, it's easier for them to crush you to death than an ant. Not only you, but your family also disappeared. It's not difficult."

Xiao Le hasn't cried for a long time.

He wiped his face vigorously, got up and went back to the room.

After Mo Butou stood at his door for a long time, he said, "I trust you, so don't worry about the next thing, I know what to do."

When Xiao Le opened the door upon hearing this, Mo Tutou just rubbed his head, "I saw you cry for the first time."

Xiao Le was a little embarrassed. In the past few worlds, he had faked crying, but this world is a bit embarrassing.

"It's beautiful to cry."

Mo Butou's next words made Xiao Le close the door expressionlessly.

After Mo Tutou laughed a few times outside the door, he said he would go back to the yamen.

"Boss, this couple has been here all the time, what's wrong with not eating or drinking?"

As soon as he arrived at the yamen, the third child leaned over and pointed to the couple who had just been carried into the yamen. This couple was the boy's parents.