The autumn of Luoyang City this year seems to be longer than in previous years, and the sparse fallen leaves swaying on the branches still refuse to fall, still stubbornly guarding the last bit of autumn breath.

The sky was not yet bright, and the fog was still thick, and a few more lights were added to some of the lights in Luoyang City that were not extinguished all night.

The Snow Clan began to get busy early, and with the faint morning light on the horizon and the flickering lights between the beams, they began to take things out of the family treasury in an orderly manner.

After a few days of fermentation, the matter of Hongfu Money Bank gradually came to an end. A large number of officials were dismissed and exiled because they could not resist the temptation of money, and dozens of ethnic groups paid money to avoid disasters under the crusade of the people, and their vitality was greatly damaged.

With the beheading of the general Zhou Fei for public display, it seems that the greed in the hearts of the people has been slashed fiercely. Some people handed over the looted things to the government. Some people who were unwilling to hand it over were also handed over under the pressure of the government and the reports of the people.

In this inexplicable riot, more than a dozen shops of the Snow Clan were inexplicably smashed, and most of them were still the industries of the Snow Clan.

Xue Youning stood in the thick fog, quietly watching as a large number of money and treasures were transported out of the family's treasury, stacked on the family square, waiting for the sky to turn bright to compensate the people who were waiting outside the door.

Xue Youning opened the folding fan in his hand and lightly fanned the fog in front of him, as if he wanted to fan the thick fog in front of him. But after a few fans, the fog didn't seem to change, so he had to close the fan and give up.

The fog rolled, and someone behind him seemed to be stepping on the fog and walking quickly.

"Big brother, I found out, all of this is as you expected, it's all the ghost of Xue Nianci's wild species. Originally, I thought that he used his large amount of money to fight with us for the ownership of the Snow Clan shop in Luoyang City, but I didn't expect this wild species to be so vicious. Destroyed all our shops in Luoyang City. What a cruel heart! I can't get it, and I don't let others have it. A respectful voice with anger came.

Xue Youning did not withdraw his gaze at the fog, but said softly: "Qi Chi, Nianci is also a member of my Snow Clan, don't open your mouth for a wild seed and close your mouth for a wild seed in the future." It doesn't show how noble you are, and it doesn't show how cheap he is. Doing so will only give people the impression that you are uneducated. As for Xue Nianci's doing, I have already guessed that you just confirmed my thoughts. You go ahead and check the ins and outs of this matter. I've calculated countless times that it's impossible to turn the people into bandits!"

Xueqi said stupidly: "Big brother, I know. Now that we know that he did it, what should we do next? Do we really want to empty half of the family treasury to compensate those people? That is the accumulation of our Snow Clan for several years! Also, those families whose vitality has been seriously injured are now holding back a bad breath! Maybe they will do something against my Snow Clan. ”

Xue Youning chuckled: "The money is gone, just make it again." But if the person is gone, then it's really gone!"

Xue Qichi's eyes froze, and then he said fiercely: "Big brother, do you want to ......?"

Xue Qichi licked the corners of his mouth, made a movement to wipe his neck, and looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him with burning eyes.

Xue Youning sighed lightly, and after making a silent movement, she began to look at the white mist in front of her in a daze.

Between heaven and earth, the morning sun rises, the golden light falls, and the vast retreats.

By the time Dongluo arrived at Xuefu from Zhang Baigui's house, it was already noon. Although the sun in the sky is still bright, the temperature is really not very high.

There was also a long queue outside the gate of Xuefu, holding the ticket stub of Hongfu Money Bank and waiting to receive the money. Some people were happy with spiritual weapons, pills, and money under the resentful gaze of the servants of the Snow Mansion, and walked out of the Snow Mansion with a swagger.

Some are excited, some are anxious, some are looking around. All beings are different.

......

There are two trees in Xue Nianci's yard, one is a ginkgo tree and the other is a persimmon tree.

The ginkgo tree is golden, and the persimmon tree is fiery red. The colors are distinct, but they stand in the courtyard without violating the harmony, facing the autumn breeze with their heads held high.

Today, Xue Nianci's courtyard is rarely lively, Xue Yuxin did not go to school, but obediently copied books on the stone table in the pavilion in the courtyard.

She couldn't be restless, a middle-aged Confucian with temples and a young man in a green shirt sat opposite each other under a ginkgo tree, talking hand to hand.

The ground is full of gold, and the table is crisscrossed with black and white chess pieces.

Both sides of the opponent are like flying, one person falls, and the other also falls. It seems that all the strategies are in my heart, and I don't have to think about it, and every son has its own rules.

The ginkgo biloba leaves fell one by one, and the chess strength of the two sides gradually increased over time.

The Confucian scholar looked calm, and the young man was already sweating profusely.

Syllable!

The young man smiled bitterly and threw in the towel.

While helping the young man review the game, the Confucian said softly: "Playing chess is not as good as reading, reading can be a thousand miles a day, and you can enter the country quickly." But playing chess is not good, playing chess is a grinding effort, it depends on talent, but also depends on the heart. The speed of the growth of chess strength is also the speed of mental precipitation. The time is not enough, the experience is not enough, at some specific moments, the most that can be eye-catching are some high-level hands, but they are far from winning and losing. You can play this game of chess step by step, steadily. That's pretty good at your age. ”

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, "How does the gentleman compare to me at my age?"

The Confucian shook his head and chuckled, "Chess is superior." ”

The Confucian scholar did not say who was superior.

The boy looked very happy, "How good is that gentleman now?"

The Confucian replied, "Twelve stories high. ”

The boy nodded, "Twelve floors! ”

Confucian sleeves waved, the fallen leaves all over the ground flowed like a golden river, and gradually converged into four big characters, Confucian pointed to the four big characters piled up of ginkgo biloba leaves on the ground and said: "Don't let go, what is the meaning of the four characters?"

The young Xue Nianci, who has studied with Mr. for many years, is a student of the school and a disciple of Mr., looked at the four big characters on the ground, and said without hesitation: "Our Confucianism is based on benevolence, and the four characters of Dangren are taken from 'be benevolent, not let the teacher', which means that although we scholars pay attention to respecting teachers and being humble everywhere, in the face of benevolence and morality, we don't have to be humble, we can't be humble, even in the face of teachers." ”

The Confucian scholar said, "A teacher does not have to be better than a disciple, and a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher." Everyone walks on different paths, has different circumstances, has seen different scenery, meets different people, and finally reaches different heights and accomplishes different achievements. You have to go your way, walk out of your own way, if you learn from me everywhere, compare with me everywhere, then thousands of years later you are just another Li Duchun, you are Xue Nianci, you only need to be Xue Nianci. There is no need to be someone else, and there is no need to be like anyone. ”

As soon as the young man wanted to speak, the Confucian scholar waved his hand and continued: "There are ginkgo trees and persimmon trees in a small courtyard. Heaven did not make the ginkgo tree a persimmon tree, nor did the persimmon tree become a ginkgo tree. Instead, we strive to make the ginkgo tree a ginkgo tree and the persimmon tree a persimmon tree. This is how nature should be, and it is also the way of heaven. But it is precisely because of this that the mountains and rivers are not the same, the world is full of flowers, and all things in the world are born, there are ginkgo trees, persimmon trees, and all things in heaven and earth. ”

Xue Nianci listened in a daze, like falling clouds.

Xue Nianci couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why are you saying this today?"

The middle-aged Confucian who called himself Li Duchun looked open-minded and said with a smile: "You have a husband, and I naturally have a husband." I am talking to you today, although the content is different, but my husband also told me back then. My husband told me that the ginkgo tree grows and shortens. The same goes for persimmon trees. Why can there be so many trees in a yard? Why can there be so many trees in a yard at the same time? It is precisely because of the existence of so many trees that a yard has become vibrant and full of weather. I'm telling you this today just to make you truly who you are. No matter how great things you Xue Nianci has done, remember not to be complacent, get carried away, and slack off. We must ask ourselves when we are a person and do things, and only when we ask ourselves everywhere, no matter what the result is, will we truly have a clear conscience. It is very difficult to be a person and do things with a clear conscience. ”

Xue Nianci asked suspiciously, "When Mr. told me this, did he want me to do something?"

The middle-aged Confucian was silent for a moment, and said with emotion: "I, I don't want you to do anything, I just hope that you can stand for this great world in the future, and it is enough to speak." ”

Xue Nianci looked up at the ginkgo tree in mid-air and fell into deep thought, the middle-aged Confucian got up and went to the pavilion, stood beside Xue Yuxin, and looked at Xue Yuxin seriously and wrote.

It turned out that Xue Yuxin, who was lying on the stone table, saw the middle-aged Confucian man coming over, and immediately got up, sat upright, and pretended to be very serious and wrote stroke by stroke.

Stroke by stroke, meticulously. There seemed to be the sound of a pen on paper in the air, complementing the crisp sound of the leaves breaking away from the branches.

There is great beauty in heaven and earth.

By the time Dongluo came to Xue Nianci's small courtyard, the middle-aged Confucian had already left. Only Xue Yuxin was writing stroke by stroke.

And Xue Nianci was looking at the ginkgo tree above her head in a daze.

Dongluo sat on the stone table, with his hands on his cheeks, staring straight at a ginkgo leaf that had just fallen off a branch, and constantly changing his gaze along the trajectory of the ginkgo leaf.

After half a ring, seeing that Xue Nianci had not come back to his senses, Dongluo trotted to Xue Yuxin, who was copying the book, and whispered: "The second dog is over, your brother must be thinking about spring now, thinking about whose girl." After your brother finds you a sister-in-law, your brother won't love you. ”

The girl's hand holding the pen paused, stared at Dongluo with tears, and held back three words from between her teeth, "You fart." ”

Dongluo sighed and said, "You are still young, you don't understand." The matter between men and women, it is a big thing in the sky. Have you read the biographies of the rangers I bought for you? You read the heroes and heroes in the book, who didn't worship under the pomegranate skirts of those heroes and heroines when they walked the rivers and lakes. Look at the ladies who eloped with scholars, those who fought for the lives of some women, and finally lost their lives. Who is not immune to a love word. ”

The boy spoke vividly.

The girl's face turned pale.

Just when the girl thought about her miserable days in the future, she couldn't help but want to cry.

Xue Nianci couldn't listen to it for a long time, and hurriedly comforted her: "Yuxin, don't listen to that big bad guy's nonsense." There is a brother in this world who doesn't like Xue Yuxin. ”

The girl hurriedly put away the tears in her eyes, glanced at Dongluo proudly, and said seriously: "Yes, there is a brother in this world who doesn't like Xue Yuxin." ”

Dongluo looked at the proud girl on her face, and couldn't help but tap Xue Yuxin's head and said, "You little crying bag, don't hurry up and copy the book." Otherwise, tomorrow Mr. will beat you again. ”

The girl glared at Dongluo vigorously and yelled, "I want you to take care of it." ”

As soon as he got up to leave, Dongluo, who had just walked to the steps of the pavilion, looked back at Xue Nianci and said, "Why don't you let me care." If you do well in school, maybe your brother will try to find you a sister-in-law tomorrow. ”

The girl looked at the boy under the ginkgo tree with tears in her eyes.

The young man stroked his forehead, glared at Dongluo vigorously, and said to Xue Yuxin: "Don't listen to him fart, my brother's favorite will always be you." ”

The girl nodded vigorously. There were tears in his eyes.

But flowers bloomed in my heart.