Ma Shaoteng walked up to the old man and squatted down, and suddenly frowned, the smell of the old man was really a little unpleasant, it was the kind of smell unique to the old man.

Seeing someone approaching, the old man was a little surprised and apologized: "People are old and dying, and their smell is also stinky." ”

"Saikaido is sparsely populated, the land is barren and the people are poor, we can't meet a few of them after walking for many days, you beg here, won't you starve to death?"

"I was a merchant in the Northern Wei Dynasty, I encountered bandits on the road, all the goods were lost, the capital was borrowed, and I couldn't return to my hometown, so I had to wait for death. ”

Ma Shaoteng took out a small piece of silver, put it in the old man's porcelain bowl, and said, "The road is fate." We walked for a long time, and we didn't know where to buy food and water, so we could take a break?"

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "No." ”

Ma Shaoteng was a little unhappy and said: "I saw a lot of banners, which are clearly shops, are there no grain shops and restaurants?"

The old man was a little helpless, and said: "There is a small inn at the end of the town, with only a few rooms, and there are so many of you that you can't live at all." And the inn business is bleak, only selling some tea, steamed buns, steamed buns and other common things. ”

The old man paused obviously, looked at Ma Shaoteng and said: "You are a kind person, but this place is desolate, the day is as warm as fire, the night is as cold as ice, and the food is extremely difficult to preserve. ”

Ma Shaoteng disagreed and led everyone forward.

Passing by the old man's side, Lei Shaoxuan hesitated for a moment, and also threw a piece of silver bean into the old man's porcelain bowl.

The old man paused for a moment and advised, "Remember, don't eat meat stuffed buns, it's easy to eat bad stomachs." ”

Lei Shaoxuan smiled when he heard this, and felt that this old man was really verbose, so he walked a few steps closely and followed Ma Shaoteng and Yu Zheng, and the sergeants heard that there was an inn to eat, and they all looked relaxed and walked briskly.

The town is not big, the road is wide, the courtyard is low and sparse, and it looks empty.

"Hey, there's a dart bureau here. One sergeant said with some surprise.

In front of the door of a courtyard, a tall flagpole was erected, and the flag was fluttering in the wind, with a few big characters on it: Longwei Dart Bureau.

The apricot yellow flag is embroidered with lace, and the iron head of the flagpole is sharp, piercing the sky, but it is also majestic.

"This place is deserted, what kind of dart is guarded by the dart board, and you must not starve to death?" said a sergeant.

"Yes. ”

"No, there is a green building?"

Sure enough, at the door of a courtyard, two red lanterns were hung high, and the lanterns read "Gentle Township." "Maybe it's too early and the door is closed.

Following the sound of clanging iron, they walked along the road, and after a short time, everyone passed by an ironsmith shop.

It is said to be an iron shop, but in fact it is just a shed made of a few wooden planks, with a stove in the middle, a messy pile of charcoal next to it, and a jar filled with water.

A big man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his hair was tied in a haphazard knot, coiled around his neck, and a piece of red-hot iron was sandwiched between the pliers, and he was concentrating on hammering the iron. When everyone passed by, the big man didn't raise his eyelids, as if no one was there.

Next to the iron shop is a coffin shop, the door is open, the inside is dim and blurry, no one can be seen, vaguely see paper people, paper cows and horses erected inside, there are several coffins neatly placed under the wooden shed in front of the door, the delicate coffin carved and described, black lacquer gold thread, tung oil shiny; the simple is just a few pieces of thin wood nailed into a box.

"Such a beautiful coffin, and you are not afraid of being robbed?"

"Damn, I've heard of murder and arson to rob the living, have you ever heard of stealing coffins and robbing the dead?" Yu Zheng scolded, "Phew, bad luck." ”

There are many houses on both sides of the wide road, all of which are closed, and I don't know what kind of shops they are, and I can't see a single person, as if everyone here has disappeared, the situation is quite weird, everyone is secretly frightened, and Lei Shaoxuan is faintly uneasy.

With apprehension, everyone quickened their pace, walked to the end of the town, and finally saw an inn, with a flag hanging at the door of the inn, with big black characters written on it: Tongtian Inn.

Ma Shaoteng and Yu Zheng led a few sergeants in.

There are only three tables in the inn, there are chopstick boxes on the table, and two little girls are lying on a table in the middle to write, and when they see someone coming in, they all raise their heads, with big bright eyes, which are very cute.

There were two large wine vats and an abacus on the counter inside the inn, and behind the counter stood a woman, wearing a gray tunic skirt and a jade hairpin in her hair, tall and graceful, with fair skin, big eyes and thin eyebrows, and watery eyes.

Seeing everyone entering, the woman smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, stay or eat?"

What a beautiful proprietress that the sergeants couldn't help but shine in their eyes.

"As long as there is something delicious, we will eat everything, especially the hostess you. A sergeant couldn't help but laugh.

The woman glanced at everyone and said softly, "Where can there be any good things in the shop, only some mutton, buns, steamed buns, flatbread and wine." ”

Looking at the sergeants who were a little chaotic, Ma Shaoteng frowned and said, "Boss, each person will have half a catty of buns, and two plates of mutton per table." Little Er, set up a few tables for them outside. ”

Although Ma Shaoteng took great care of Lei Shaoxuan, as a prisoner, he couldn't share the table with the sergeant after all, the table was full, and only the table where the two little girls were sitting was free, so Lei Shaoxuan walked over.

The two little girls were apparently sisters, and there was not much difference in age, the older being nine or ten years old, and the younger being seven or eight years old. The big melon seed face, with clear eyebrows and big eyes, and the small pink jade, well-behaved and clever, with a round face that looks cute and naughty.

My sister was writing seriously with a pen, and Lei Shaoxuan saw a snow-white piece of rice paper with a few big characters written on it: "Heaven and earth and people, the beginning is good, yin and yang are divided, and the turbidity is ......"

This is the Northern Wei Dynasty Tongzi Kaimeng book "Children's Book", the penmanship is immature, crooked, and obviously beginner.

Although Lei Shaoxuan was born in a big family, he had never been so extravagant; this family only opened an inn, so he shouldn't be very rich, but he practiced with such a valuable rice paper, obviously he didn't know how to learn words, and he must have no teacher to teach him.

Lei Shaoxuan felt some pity for the little girl and said, "Very well written, little sister." ”

The little girl blushed and said, "No one taught me to write, I scribbled randomly." ”

"Nobody taught you how to write, so how can you read?"

"Well, my mother taught us to read, and I learned to write on my own. The little girl was a little embarrassed and said, "My mother can't write." ”

"Don't talk nonsense. The eldest girl glared and said, "Why can't my mother write?"

I see, Lei Shaoxuan said: "You got the wrong pen, and if you want to write, you must first learn the strokes, and then find a notebook and copy ......."

"Who are you? ”

The big girl looked at Lei Shaoxuan vigilantly, Lei Shaoxuan was wearing a chain in his hand, obviously a prisoner.

"I ......" Lei Shaoxuan was a little frustrated, and said embarrassedly: "I passed by and wanted to have a meal, but it was full over there, I don't know if I can sit here?"

"Brother, can you teach me how to write?" The bright eyes stared at Lei Shaoxuan, and the longing gaze made Lei Shaoxuan unable to refuse.

"No, he's a bad guy. The older girl said firmly, "Mother won't let us talk to bad people. ”

"I only let him teach me how to write. The little girl puffed up, "He's just passing by, and he'll leave in a moment." ”

Seeing the sisters arguing, Lei Shaoxuan smiled and said, "I'll leave in a while and never come back." I'm a death row inmate, and I'm sent to a distant sea of suffering, and I can't come back, so you don't have to worry. ”

As soon as this remark came out, the sisters were stunned, Lei Shaoxuan said: "It is difficult to write, it is easy to say, to be honest, I can't write well, but I know the truth of writing." I'll teach you how to hold a pen first, teach you how to practice calligraphy, and then practice on your own. ”

Being a teacher for the first time, Lei Shaoxuan was quite attentive, seeing that the little girl couldn't hold the pen several times, Lei Shaoxuan simply held the little girl's hand to teach, causing the big girl to mutter: "Men and women don't kiss." When Lei Shaoxuan held the eldest girl's hand to teach, the eldest girl giggled, causing the little girl to roll her eyes.

The two little girls listened to Lei Shaoxuan intently.

"In such a short period of time, teaching a person to write well, even the gods can't do it. I'm just going to talk about the general principles of character learning, which is what Mr. Private School taught me. ”

Lei Shaoxuan said seriously: "Writing must first practice strokes, and after the strokes are written, you must practice calligraphy." When you come up, you write directly, but you take a detour. ”

The little girl's face flushed.

Lei Shaoxuan looked at the little girl and said, "Do you have a copybook?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "No, we have a lot of books, but we don't have a copybook." We didn't have a husband to teach us, there was no school nearby, only my mother taught us to read. ”

This is for the sake of no sir.

Lei Shaoxuan thought about it, took the pen and paper, and wrote the strokes directly on the paper.

Lei Shaoxuan's handwriting is quite dignified, but it is not very good, but the basic strokes are forced to work hard by the teacher's ruler, so just looking at the strokes can be regarded as neat.

When you write, think about whether the character is a single word, or the structure of up and down, left and right, and by extension, up, middle, down, left, middle, right, inside and outside, etc., how to arrange it to be beautiful. There is no copybook, but you can follow the words in the book. The characters in the book are engraving, but you can roughly see the strokes, structure, and layout. ”

"Is that easy?" asked the little girl, wide-eyed.

"Simple?" Lei Shaoxuan smiled bitterly, "It's too difficult to write well." The teacher once said that it is not good enough to practice calligraphy all his life. This is just to make your handwriting not ugly, you don't have to be a calligrapher, just write neatly. ”

Lei Shaoxuan concentrated on teaching, and did not notice that the innkeeper had been standing behind him for a long time.