Six years later, it's the Year of the Rat again.

"Little Er, let's have a bowl of noodles!"

Lao Liu Tou saw that someone was seated, so he hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the table in front of the guest with the tablecloth on his shoulder.

The already polished desktop was even smoother, but despite this, the gorgeously dressed guest frowned when he saw Lao Liu's dark and ugly face, and his expression was displeased.

Lao Liu Tou saw it in his eyes, but the movements in his hands were not slack, he just wiped the table until he felt satisfied, and then shouted very enthusiastically:

"Okay, wait a minute! Your text will be here soon!"

The guest looked at the busy figure of Lao Liu, tried to touch the desktop with his hand, and muttered in a low voice:

"Isn't it just a broken face, and what kind of literary surface! He Hanling of the dog day really regards himself as the emperor! If you want to see him, you have to make an appointment in advance!"

The corners of Lao Liu's mouth were bent, and he inadvertently glanced back at the guest, and found that the guest didn't look at him, so he spit into the bowl, and then sprinkled his own special fragrant chili oil and crushed peanuts, picked and picked with chopsticks, and sprinkled the last green onion after the saliva was even, and then turned around and piled up a smile.

"Your face, guest officer!"

Old Liu Tou put the noodles in front of the man, the man saw the missing a noodle bowl, full of disgust, as if he was hungry on the mountain road, after all, he hesitated to pick up the chopsticks to taste it, but he didn't expect it to taste good, so he picked up the chopsticks and devoured them.

"Shop for you!"

The man ate two chopsticks noodles, and seemed to fill his stomach with some of them, so he slowed down the speed of eating noodles and raised his head to talk to Lao Liu.

"You asked Mr. He, right?"

Lao Liu Tou just wiped the dishes and chopsticks in his hands, and recovered the few green onions that were shaken off the desk in the green onion bowl.

"Ouch! Looks like the yellow pole didn't lie to me!

The guest slapped his thigh with excitement on his face.

Old Liu Tou showed a smug look on his face, he smiled and said to the man:

"That's not it! All the people who look for Mr. He have to eat a bowl of noodles here first! When Mr. He came to our Baiyun Mountain, it was only after eating my noodles that the academy could be built! The guest officer and I told you, oh, if you eat my old man's Wenqu noodles, it is Wenqu to go down to earth! The title of the gold list is to explore the bag and take things! When the time comes, what little lady can't look down on you!"

"Go, go! Hurry up and get down to business! Say it again! Lao Tzu is already favored by those little ladies!"

The guest seemed impatient to talk nonsense with Lao Liu, and was even more unwilling to believe his nonsense, so he waved his hand and asked him to hurry up and get down to business.

Old Liu Tou hurriedly bent down and nodded, and then began to say in a unique tone:

"Our Baiyun Mountain is one of the four famous mountains in the Beiwu Kingdom, close to the Qingwu faction, the first major sect in the Beiwu Kingdom. Speaking of this Qingwu Sect, then we have to talk about its seven spiritual peaks, which are ........"

"You have to go!! don't talk to me about the Qingwu faction! You are an old man who buys small noodles on the street, is it possible that you have been to the Qingwu faction?"

The guest's tone was quite polite, and it was clear that he looked down on Lao Liu.

Old Liu Tou was not angry, nodded and continued:

"Baiyun Mountain was not the first of the four famous mountains, but later the Beiwu Kingdom produced a scholar, the literary brilliance, the light of the world, in the Beiwu Dynasty Hall, a song "Baiyun Fu" came out, so that the people of the world admired, but also made this scholar famous!

It's just that this scholar is not greedy for wealth and nobility, he retired when his reputation was the most prominent, and came to Baiyun Mountain to build the "Hanling Academy", many literati and scholars followed suit, and they settled next to the scholar's academy, and many officials who retired from the imperial court, most of them sent their sons to study in the academy, hoping to get one or two true biography of this scholar, and they could also be literate in the world!"

Old Liu Tou paused here and observed the guest's face.

"Why?"

The guest looked up at Old Liu, and his tone was full of impatience.

Old Liu Tou smiled and rubbed his hands at the guest, making him mean.

The guest's eyes widened, and he pointed at Lao Liu and scolded:

"Eh, I said you little old man fell into the eye of money, right?

When Lao Liu heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand, with a smile on his face:

"Guest, you misunderstood! You misunderstood! The old man is not the storyteller, how can he tell a story and ask for your money! I mean, hehe! You have settled this money, right?"

When the guest saw that Lao Liu's face was twisted together, he only felt disgusting in his heart, and almost vomited all the noodles he had just eaten, so he had to wave his hand and said helplessly:

"How much?"

"Two-two!"

Old Liu stretched out two fingers as thick as a rolling pin.

"What? I can buy your noodle stall for two taels of silver!"

The guest cursed, took out a splendid sachet from his bosom, shook it and could hear the sound of silver, reached into the sachet, and threw two copper plates on the table.

"It's only two dollars! Love or not! Annoyed the master, believe it or not, smashed your mess!"

The guest slammed his chopsticks on the table with a "snap", rolled up his sleeves, and made a rogue posture of stepping forward to hit Lao Liu's head.

Seeing that the man was acting like this, Lao Liu Tou was not stage frightened at all, but just stretched his neck and shouted towards the closed black door:

"Mr. He! Mr. He! Someone eats noodles and doesn't give money!

Lao Liu Tou shouted while looking at the man's expression, and sure enough, when the man heard this, he hurriedly came over and grabbed Lao Liu Tou, and persuaded him with good words:

"Why is this the old gentleman! Isn't it just two taels of silver! I'll give it! I'll give it!"

Old Liu Tou looked at the man, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his head again and began to shout:

"Mr. He!"

"I'll give! I'll give! I'll give three taels!"

The man seemed to be really afraid that the old man would call out the "Mr. He" in his mouth, so he hurriedly took out three taels of silver from the sachet and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

Lao Liu Tou weighed the weight of the silver in his hand, and then put away the shelf and returned to his stall.

Seeing that Lao Liu didn't make any more trouble, the man wiped the cold sweat on his head and walked back to the position of the noodle stall.

"Sit down, Sit, Sit, Sit!"

Lao Liu got the silver, there was a visible festivity between his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were flattery, which made that person have goosebumps in his heart.

"I'll just ask you one thing, old man! I'll leave after asking!"

The man didn't dare to sit down anymore, for fear that he would have another three taels of silver if he went down, so he just stood and asked.

"It's okay! Guest, sit at ease! You just sit for a day!"

Lao Liu Tou said with a smile, three taels of silver are in hand, and it will be no problem if you don't set up a stall for a month!

"No, no, no, I'll just ask a question, is there an adopted child in Mr. He's academy?"

After Lao Liu finished packing up his things, he took the three taels of silver to his mouth like a baby and bit it again, only to bite out many tooth marks before he received the silver in his arms with confidence.

"That's a lot! Mr. He is kind-hearted, and everyone throws the children they can't raise in front of the academy! Hmph! What a good person is bullied by others! A group of white-eyed wolves don't know how to be grateful but turn into a calendar, obviously Mr. He has already helped us so much! There are still people gossiping about Mr. He! If you want me to talk about people! You really can't do this! Originally, he was standing, and what he did was similar to that of the beast lying on his stomach! Hey!

When Lao Liu Tou said this, his expression darkened as if he thought of something sad.

"Yes, yes, yes! People have to be grateful! Speaking of which, old man, are there any orphans about 12 years old in this academy?"

The man rarely had a rebellious look on his face, and leaned on Lao Liu's hood to almost say.

"What's that, you ask?"

Old Liu Tou looked at the man vigilantly.

"It's such an old man! My father-in-law used to be your Baiyun Mountain people's clan, and then went down the mountain to Beijing to catch the exam, but he was almost killed by a bandit on the road, and he happened to be rescued by my master, and then my father-in-law went to Beijing High School champion, and now he is in the court, as a third-grade official, I came back this time, I came back to meet the old man and his wife and children in the Xianggong's family, it's a pity!"

As he spoke, a sad expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"What's the pity?"

Old Liu Tou swallowed his saliva, and the noodle bowl in his hand trembled a little.

When I arrived at Xianggong's former residence, the family had already moved away, and I asked the neighbors, saying that Xianggong's wife had been overthinking and had passed away early, leaving only the old man and children under the age of one. I heard that the old man was very old, and after all these years, I am afraid that he is no longer there. I heard that the orphans in the town are in the academy, so I specially came to look for it, and I hope that Emperor Zhenwu will bless it, and the child will survive for me to find, and I will take him back to meet Xianggong, so that Xianggong can reunite with his family, and those of us who are subordinates will die without regrets!"

When the man spoke of emotion, he burst into tears, and took out a splendid handkerchief from his bosom to wipe his tears.

"Poor my little boy, I don't know where I am still suffering from the cold and starvation, if I am no longer in the world, then how can I call my father-in-law!

"Smack!"

Just as the man was crying so sadly, the closed door of the academy was kicked open.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Yellow in the people! Muxixiang! Yellow juice is coming!"

In the middle of the gate, a thin boy came out of it with two wooden barrels and shouting, the long hair on the top of his head had not been cut for an unknown amount of time, but it was not messy, and it was obviously washed frequently, although there were many weeds in betweed.

As soon as he closed the door, he was surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars dressed in white, and those Confucian scholars had silver in their hands, and they held the young man's hand very savagely.

"Don't rob it! Don't rob it! Mr. Erhe taught me to write enough words yesterday! Everyone has a share! Everyone has a share! Eh, who is that! Don't pick my pants! There is no one in the pants! And you! The one who snatched my shoes! I really didn't hide it in my shoes this time! I really didn't hide it in my shoes this time! I paid ten taels of silver! I bought it and left it! I bought it and left it!"

The boy pulled out a stack of white paper from under his long hair and shouted as he shook it.

"Ten taels, wasn't it only one tael yesterday? You robbed money?!"

There was a scholar dressed in white and wearing a crown holding one of the young man's arms, and he was holding a white flower and silver in his hand.

"How can this be considered robbery?!"

The young man stared at the scholar who raised the objection with wide eyes, clutched his chest and said:

"Mr. only taught me ten words a month, and this is what I worked hard to pick the night incense in exchange!

The young man only this sentence blocked the white-faced scholar speechless, the scholar usually saw Yan Ruyu in the book is Yan Ruyu Golden House, where to hear such foul language, only a moment of red face, dare not argue with the young man about the ability to pick the night incense, so the scholar had to pinch his nose and obediently offer the silver in his hand, and took a piece of white paper from the young man's hand who did not know whether it was sticky or not.

The young man smiled, took the scholar's silver directly and put it in his mouth, bit it again, and then put it in his pocket near the crotch.

This scene made the scalps of the scholars around them tingle, and they hurriedly scrambled to exchange the silver in their hands for white paper, so as not to know what else was stuck on the white paper later.

"One by one, one by one!"

The young man's mouth smiled, and he couldn't close his mouth for a while when he looked at the silver with white flowers in his eyes.

"Eh! it's Yongzi! It's Yongzi!"

Suddenly, the scholar who was the first to scold the young man for robbing money screamed, and shouted excitedly with the white paper in his hand:

"Hahaha! It's the Yongzi written by He Hanling! These ten taels are worth it! It's worth it!!

As soon as the scholars heard the man's words, they all looked at his hand, and sure enough, the word "Yong" was written in block letters on the white paper.

"Wait!wait!"

As soon as the young man heard the man's words, he immediately rushed out of the crowd to the man, grabbed his white sleeve and asked with a puzzled expression:

"What is the difference between this word "Yong" and other words, and why is it worth so much?"

The scholar smiled, as if he was very happy to see that he could make the advantage of the young man in front of him, so he said with pride in his tone:

This Yongzi is the key to the introduction of regular calligraphy, known as the "Yongzi Eight Laws", pay attention to the point for the side, the horizontal for the Le, the straight pen for Nu, the hook for the Bao, the horizontal for the policy, the long skimming for the sweep, the short skimming for the peck, the pen for the pen. Getting this trick is equivalent to entering the calligraphy hall, and now I have obtained the Yongzi of He Hanling, the first regular script in the contemporary world! I think it won't be long before I can become the second world's first regular script! It's ridiculous that you turtle only sold me at a price of ten taels, and this character alone is worth at least one hundred taels! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

When the scholar saw the young man's face of remorse, he felt very happy in his heart, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

The young man's face was earthy, his lips trembled a little, and he took the scholar's hand and wanted to grab the word "Yong", but although the scholar was proud, he reacted and held the white paper high, so that the young man who was a head shorter than him could only reach the dust.

"What are you doing?"

"I....... I'm not selling!

The young man's tone was anxious, after all, he was young and mentally unstable, and he was already so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Eh! Where is this reasonable? Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and now you take my money and I take your goods, which is completely in line with the laws and regulations of our country, if you want to rob it, then you will be guilty of theft! Believe it or not, when the time comes, I will go to the official master to report and teach you that this Ye Xianglang will be locked up in prison for ten days and half a month!"

The scholar's tone was tough, and the expression on his face was also fierce, which really frightened the young man into showing a frightened look, so he had to bow his head and say in admit:

"Alright, let's go!"

The scholar smiled, brushed the crown on his head, and walked away with the word "Yong" with satisfaction.

Seeing this, the rest of the scholars hurriedly followed the man and gathered around him to buy the white paper in his hand.

"Don't sell! Don't sell! If I can learn the true biography of Mr. He Hanling with this word, it will be a lifetime of endless glory and wealth!

The scholar said loudly, and gradually walked away surrounded by the scholars.

The remaining scholars still gathered around the boy and asked him if he still had the word "Yong".

"Sir only taught me to write ten words a month, you know. ”

The boy shook his head and said to the scholars.

When those scholars got the answer, they all sighed, complaining that they were unhappy and unlucky.

The young man's eyes rolled and rolled, and a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said to them:

"Next month! I beg Mr. to write another word "Yong", and I will say that I lost the word last time! You go and prepare the money, and come back next month!"

Hearing what the young man said, those scholars came to their senses again, took out the silver in their arms and said that they wanted to make a reservation.

"Ten taels is not enough!"

The boy looked at the silver in front of him and shook his head.

"Didn't you just say ten taels? Why did the price increase again!"

A scholar wearing a brocade cloud robe and obviously wealthy asked.

"Didn't you listen to what the man just said? The word "yong" is at least 100 taels! I won't sell it if it's less than a tael!"

The boy waved his hand, his tone intolerable.

"Hey, why are you sitting on the ground like this?"

"Love to buy or not!

The young man put down this sentence, picked up the two barrels of night incense and was about to leave.

"Ahh

As soon as he saw that this little night Xianglang was leaving, the scholar hurriedly grabbed the young man, covered his nose, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have finally made up his mind, took out a brocade bag embroidered with peonies from his arms, and handed it to the young man.

"This is fifty taels! It's a deposit! The remaining fifty taels will be given in the next month!"

The young man looked at the bag with some hesitation, and then looked at the scholar, and before he could open his mouth, the scholar said ruthlessly:

"That's all you have with you!

Hearing the scholar's words, the young man took the bag with a smile, stuffed it directly into his arms, and said to the scholar kindly:

"How could it be! How could it be! Childe dissipated his anger! Harmony makes money! Just now I was also made by the one who suffered a thousand cuts, didn't I? I had to make up for it and come back! Besides, this was written by Mr. He himself, if I learned this calligraphy, I wouldn't have to worry about eating and drinking in my life, wouldn't I? I see that Gongzi is dignified, a talent, there is a dragon and tiger leaping between his eyebrows, and there is a family fortune in his waist........

"Alright, alright!"

The scholar waved his hand, and the more he listened to the young man's speech, the more unfortunate he felt, and pointed to the young man's nose and said ruthlessly:

"I can warn you, if you can't come up with the word 'yong' next month, you see if I can pick your skin!"

The young man shrugged his neck, showed a frightened look, and hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Don't dare! Don't dare! Besides, I live in the academy, how can I say that? If you can run, the monk can't run the ticket!"

The young man said to the scholar with a grin, his dark face showing a neat row of white teeth, and his appearance was very honest.

"What is it, what is it, that is the monk who can run, and the monk can't run to the temple! Forget it! What am I talking to you like a turtle.......

The scholar shook his head, turned back and called the servant away.

"I wish Gongzi Wenyun prosperity and early admission to the hospital!"

When the young man saw that the scholar was gone, he said with a smile, and then weighed the heavy silver in his arms, and when he thought of buying delicious food and going back to the girl he liked, the corners of his mouth showed a happy smile.

The young man looked up at the sunset on the other side of the mountain, a few birds flashed by, and the farmer was singing loudly, and he couldn't help but think of the poem written by the Peach Blossom Sword God taught by Mr. Today in the school:

Planting beans in the south of the mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated.

After silently reciting this poem, the young man picked up the two barrels of night incense on his shoulders and shouted to the sky:

"Yellow in the people! Muxixiang! Yellow juice is here! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Behind the young man, it is the grass that grows and the warbler flies, and the willows on the embankment are weeping, and it is the year of the rat.