In recent days, Guan Lang has felt warmer and warmer, and the old swallows in Tongfu Inn have come back again, holding new mud and building their nests again, and they are not panicked when they see Guan Lang and other residents, this time they also chirped a few more crisp sounds, and it turned out that a few little swallows were hatched.

The swallow of the Tongfu Inn is like the big lion at the door of the big family, and it is the existence of a divine beast. It is said that there are many scholars who live in the Tongfu Inn, if you can see the old swallow hatching the little swallow, then this year the Tongfu Inn must have entered the Bailu Academy spring examination, but who is the specific one is two words.

Guan Lang was in a good mood, and walked towards the Dongcheng side, feeling that the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, the peach blossoms on both sides of the road were also blooming, and the pedestrians were re-emerging, ready to go green at this time. Looking at the thousands of green waves hanging down next to the pond, Guan Lang couldn't help but sigh that time flies, when his mother was still there, Guan Lang would be taken to the pond to fish on the day of the green every year, watching the spring breeze blow the lake water, and the swallows skimming the water, his mother always told him some spring poems, but he rarely talked about the man who read in the capital, and always warned Guan Lang when he died.

The crucian carp in Dongcheng Pond is the fattest, but it is also the most difficult to catch. After a winter of recuperation, the crucian carp has grown a thick fat body, which is really snow-white when used to cook fish soup after being cleaned. Taking advantage of the steaming pot, adding some tofu, vegetables and other things, and finally adding a handful of shallots, this is Guan Lang's only remaining memory of spring.

Later, his mother died of illness, Guan Lang began to be driven out by several uncles in the family, he couldn't go back to his home, he could only wander in Qingzhou City, and was often bullied by ruffians and hooligans. Later, I heard that as long as he entered Bailu Academy, he would have enough to eat, Guan Lang was selling old books and reading at the same time, but no one taught him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't step into the door of Bailu Academy, and later it was Sister-in-law Niu who knew his mother to take him in, so he could live in Tongfu Inn with rent arrears.

In the days after his mother's death, Guan Lang only felt that a few people were kind to him. A sister-in-law Niu who often opened a small stove for him, the second is the shopkeeper Wu who does not collect the house money, and the third is Qin Chuan and the old man, who invited him to eat a lot of things, and did not ask Guan Lang to do anything.

For some reason, Guan Lang always felt that he couldn't see through Qin Chuan.

Now I haven't seen Qin Chuan in Tongfu Inn for several days, and I shouldn't knock on his door, according to Wu's shopkeeper, he said that he had some typhoid fever, so let Guan Lang not bother Qin Chuan, just rest for a few days and recover.

Guan Lang couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart, such a good spring time, Qin Chuan could only be claustrophobic in the room. If you can come out to meet the rich lady in Qingzhou City, and feel the spring breeze of Hexi, maybe this typhoid fever will be better sooner.

But despite that, Guan Lang still found a bamboo forest, looked for a bamboo pole of suitable length, removed the bamboo branches of each section, and took the needle and thread from the cow's sister-in-law sewing basket, burned the embroidery needle red in the fire, and bent it with a stone a few times, which was made into a fishing thing. Guan Lang also wanted to buy an old hen for Qin Chuan to replenish his body, but he was shy in his pocket, and it was estimated that he couldn't even afford a chicken butt, so in desperation, he could only think of going to the pond in Dongcheng to catch some crucian carp and come back.

Starting from the Tongfu Inn, he walked for more than half an hour to the side of the pond, looking at all kinds of people along the way, Guan Lang couldn't help but feel that his life was clever, but looking at the fish looming in the pond, he didn't feel that today was a little boring.

Guan Lang took out the earthworm from the cloth bag in his hand and hung it on the fish hook, looked at a piece of water and threw it over, the big willow tree next to it was still the same as before, but the branches were getting fewer and fewer, and the green reflected in the water was not as magnificent as before.

At this time, the three rich sons next to them spread out the mat and sat down, with wine jugs, air-dried beef and other things on it, this is the custom of Qingzhou City, the day of the trip is a day outside, so you have to prepare some food by yourself, ordinary people can get some steamed buns, or these big families pay attention to it. However, this made Guan Lang's stomach growl, and he realized that he was in too much of a hurry in the morning and didn't even drink a bowl of porridge.

At this moment, a man in a dark green robe said: "Hey, have you heard, the Meng family was entered by gangsters two days ago, and a lot of things were lost?"

A man about twenty years old next to him was holding a wine glass at the moment, so uncomfortable: "Xu Yuan, I heard from their nursing home, they lost a lot of treasures, it seems that they spent money to eliminate disasters, and the Meng Mansion should have such a catastrophe this year!"

Xu Yuan deliberately raised his voice a little and said, "Baby, that's not some yellow and white thing, for the scholars of Qingzhou City, it's some amazing treasures!"

Guan Lang was waiting next to him at the moment to be bored, and suddenly heard the people next to him talking, seeing that the fish in the lake had been hooked and did not pull, he wanted to know what happened in the Meng Mansion two days ago.

A man in an indigo blue robe among the three chewed on air-dried yellow beef and said, "How can a martial arts cultivator in the realm of synaesthesia make a move for the sake of ordinary yellow and white things, isn't that an insult to his identity?"

Xu Yuanjian knew that someone knew about this, so he immediately came up with interest, leaned closer and said, "Brother Jiang Chen Jiang is still very well-informed. It is said that he took other people's money to get the exam questions of the spring examination of Bailu Academy. The powerhouses of the synaesthesia realm are among the few in Qingzhou City, and they can't imagine that they will bend their identities and come here for the sake of such scholars. ”

Jiang Chen took a sip of wine and looked complacent: "Then do you know that this cultivator of the synaesthesia realm has taken this thing in the Meng Mansion?"

Xu Yuan smiled secretly: "I don't know anything else, I heard that Meng Qing was so scared that he didn't come out in recent days." Even the new girl in the land of fireworks, he didn't dare to give a reward. It hurts the old bustard to cut off the autumn water, but he can't see a human figure. ”

At this moment, the fish talisman in the lake moved, looking at the formation is quite small, the man named Jiang Chen saw Guan Lang lying on the ground in a daze, and ran over with a fishing rod to pull it towards his side without putting on his shoes.

Jiang Chen handed the fishing rod to Guan Lang, and asked with some curiosity: "You young man is really fun, fishing in the lake on a green day, and you don't pull up when you see a fish on the bait." If it weren't for me, you'd have gone back hungry today. ”

Guan Lang was a little surprised when he heard that the exam questions of the White Deer Academy in Meng's Mansion were stolen, but when he saw Jiang Chen asking himself, he replied in a daze: "Yesterday, the cat at home barked all night, and I couldn't sleep at all. ”

Jiang Chen took off the crucian carp from the fishing rod and threw it into the bucket brought by Guan Lang: "Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, the way of nature." You are so fishing, maybe you can drink a bowl of delicious fish soup tonight. With that, he walked towards the mat spread on the ground and confronted Xu Yuan and the others in chanting poems.

Guan Lang threw the earthworm on the fishing rod into the lake again, and watched the people around him sit on the ground, with smiles on their faces, and they were immersed in the peaceful and prosperous world for a while, and they didn't even feel hungry in their stomachs.