Although the voice was soft, it was still heard by everyone.

For a while, the streets were silent.

The crowd couldn't believe their ears. What did they hear?

Even a worm will turn?

Baoyu is just a student, and he even said that Qian Sanjia wants a dog to jump over the wall in a hurry? This is like a beggar stepping on the dragon chair of the Jinluan Palace, pointing at the emperor's nose and scolding, is he really looking for death?

Qian Sanjia was suddenly furious, opened his mouth and wanted to groan, and stood in front of him a figure like a pier. He saw Wang Shanbaomu's face, which was two inches taller than the top of his head. And above Wang Shanbao's head, a three-foot-long blood and qi light had already shot out.

"The old demon at the same level as the lifter, it's very good, it can block me for half an instant, enough for Jiang Liu to help. ”

Qian Sanjia sneered, and when he saw Jiang Liu taking a step forward, he spread his hands and laughed: "Okay, I can't help but give you a chance to defend yourself." Jia Baoyu, I'll see what tricks you play, but explain in advance that your old demon minion, even if you add the river, you can't stop me. ”

Baoyu smiled and nodded, and walked to the door.

In his original plan, he just wanted to step on Jia Yucun's good head, and he didn't want to provoke other lifters. Even if he is suppressed by the civil position, he doesn't want to make enemies on all sides.

Only, you shouldn't hurt Daiyu.

Baoyu was full of anger and wanted to find someone to vent it. There are three lifters here today, and one of them counts as one, and he doesn't want to let it go. Especially the one with the longbow and the vision, he wanted to kill.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

Baoyu arrived at the plaque, turned around, and said with a smile: "Today is the day when the small shop opens, I, Jia Baoyu, want to be a businessman and earn money." Do you have any objections?"

Objection?

It's big!

Although Baoyu wrote in the invitation that he wanted to do business and open a store, in fact, no one believed it.

Baoyu's literary name is corrupted, and the literary name must be reversed. They thought that these invited literati were trying to make a name for themselves—many of them did so, and many of them were successful.

But what did Baoyu say? He wants to do business? Is it really business?!

Contempt for the merchants......

Someone stepped forward and asked, "Second Master Bao, the contemptible surname is Wu, and the talent is a scholar." I have always heard that Bao Er Ye helped the victims of the disaster, and he is a great good person, even if someone says that you do not distinguish between good and evil, I don't believe it. But do you want to do business today? The victims have already been relieved, so they are waiting to be resettled and returned to their hometowns. What else do you do in business? ”

"If you don't do business, where will you get the money? If you don't have money, how can you help people in the future?"

Baoyu smiled: "All the money obtained from the fire kang business before has been used to help the victims, which is urgently needed, so naturally it will not be kept." In the past few days, I have been thinking about it, if I need help in the future, I am empty-sleeved and annoyed. This kind of thing, but I don't want to think about it anymore. ”

Everyone was talking, and some of the students of the Xianglou laughed loudly: "That's right! Bao Er Ye has the world in his heart, where can you and others be suspicious?"

"What are you doing when you are starving all over the land?

"His own body is not right, and he is jealous of others. It's ridiculous!"

Many of them turned red and bowed their heads in silence. Wu Xiucai, who asked just now, wanted to retreat, but he couldn't get down, and said with a forced smile: "So, it's Wu and Meng Lang." Second Master Bao, you are doing business to help others, and you can't say contemptible. Wu Meng Lang, no wonder, no wonder. ”

Baoyu shook his head and said, "It's not all about helping people. ”

Hiding behind Yuzhu'er, Jia Zheng shuddered once and almost jumped out.

If you want to say who is the most contradictory present, it is Jia Zheng. Jia Yucun ruined Baoyu's literary name, and the appearance of confrontation with Jiafu had already exhausted his strategy. After that, he wanted to reverse the name of Baoyu, but he didn't expect that Baoyu was doing it himself.

But why now? Obviously, no one blames him, just borrow the slope to get off the donkey, but he just says, 'It's not all about helping people.'" What is this enemy thinking?

I saw Baoyu's face full of modesty, and said with a smile: "Silver is silver, it must be spent after all, I am taking precautions to help others, but it doesn't mean that I don't use it myself." ”

Crazy, really crazy! Jia Zheng really wanted to jump out and scold the son. Jiang Liu's eyes were quick, and he stopped him, so he didn't make a joke and went out.

Jia Zheng huffed and pulled his felt hat down.

Out of sight, out of mind.

There was a commotion among the people, and after being taught a lesson, no one came forward, but they all stared at them with stern eyes.

Baoyu asked Wang Shanbao to take down the plaque, took the fire black and chihao, and handed the inkstone to the cigarette. The ink has been polished, and he is full of thick ink.

The pen was pressed down on the plaque, and he looked back and said with a smile: "I help others and myself, why can't I talk to outsiders? In the world, is there only someone else who has lost my Jia Baoyu? A literati need a lot, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, horse, bow and arrow, which one does not need money? Could it be that I, Jia Baoyu, can only help others, and I will starve to death?"

Holding the pen, waving, sonorous characters like gold and iron, branded on the plaque.

I am willing to work for the common people in the world!

It's ambition!

There was silence, and everyone wanted to refute, but they couldn't speak.

They chewed on Baoyu's words: I am willing to work for the common people in the world.

If someone else writes such a sentence, they can praise it, but the praise may not be sincere, but it can be ridiculed, and the ridicule may not be false. But when it comes to Bao Erye, they have to think carefully.

Baoyu's previous ondol business, every cent, every centimeter, was used on the victims. With Zhuyu in front of you, how can you treat this matter casually?

Slowly, someone's eyes brightened and Lang laughed.

"That's right, I am willing to work for the common people in the world, who dares to say that I am not a common people?"

"Bao Erye is magnificent, although he is contemptuous of businessmen, but he is contemptuous, and there is no Bao Erye. ”

Baoyu thanked him and said with a smile: "In this way, my business can be done." There's not much Karakuro, just toothbrushes and toothpaste. The price is not high, you can buy it, and it can be regarded as saving the pain of green salt. ”

Everyone was still waiting to ask, but he blocked it, and only said that after the opening was good, he would explain in detail. Baoyu walked up to Qian Sanjia and saw Qian Sanjia staring at his plaque, as if he was stunned, so he stopped waiting.

After a long time, Qian Sanjia sighed: "Good words!"

He looked at Baoyu, his face softened slightly, and said, "Your wind bones can be seen on the font." This wish is for the common people in the world, and I believe half of it. ”

"Just half?"

"It's only half. ”

"So, what now?"

Baoyu raised his palm, and Li Gui and Mingyan came over, each carrying a long wooden plank, looking at the style, it was the same as the plaque. Baoyu looked directly at Qian Sanjia, but waved his wrist back. Without looking at the plank, write two sentences silently.

On the left: spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk;

On the right: the candle turns to ashes and tears begin to dry.

Li Gui and Mingyan are one by one, and the wooden planks are embedded on both sides of the door, which is symmetrical with the huge plaque on the door, as if a horizontal batch and a couplet.

A continuous moan:

"I am willing to work for the common people in the world,"

"Spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk?"

"The candle turned to ashes and tears, and the tears began to dry ......"

I wish to be a spring silkworm for the common people, and I am willing to be a fire candle for the common people...... Thousands of students and talents chewed in a low voice, and then recited aloud, one after another, and the voice did not retreat for a long time. They looked at Baoyu with bright eyes, and slowly, bent a waist.

"We are ashamed to be literati in vain. ”

"I'll wait, respect the second master of Bao's temperament. ”

Jia Zheng hid himself behind Yuzhu'er, but it wasn't what he felt just now. He covered his mouth so that he could not laugh out loud. There is a son like this, he Jia Zheng, it's worth it!

Baoyu rarely returned the salute to everyone, just stared at Qian Sanjia, and said coldly: "So, what now?"

Qian Sanjia's beard trembled, his face changed innocently for a while, and he said to Baoyu: "I am the last top three lifter, Jia Baoyu, don't force me." ”

Yes, he is a top three-class lifter, how can he admit his mistake to the student?

Although, he was really wrong and misunderstood Baoyu.

Jia Zheng's eyes were quick, and when he saw that Qian Sanjia had moved out his name, he couldn't stop smiling. He pondered for a moment, and then said to Baoyu: "Since you have moved out of your name, Qian Sanjia is soft, and you will not lose your literary name again." Wrongdoer, if you don't see it, you will accept it?"

Baoyu looked around, looked behind Jiang Liu, and smiled. This relieved Jia Zheng - he, the enemy, is the most agile, and he must give Qian Sanjia a step down, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

But at this time, Baoyu raised his voice and shouted: "Qian Sanjia, it's forcing you, so what!"

Jia Zheng stumbled and almost fell. Even more surprised, frightened, and angry was Qian Sanjia, whose face turned pale. He is a veteran top three-class lifter, how has he ever been asked by a child?

Even Najiayu Village doesn't have this kind of guts!

He stared at Baoyu coldly, his lips moved, and he almost chanted a murderous poem. Jia Zheng snorted and took off his felt hat, which made him even more angry. He's just angry, and he hasn't lost his self-cultivation yet.

If you don't make sense, you will kill people, and it is not the work of literati.

Qian Sanjia took two deep breaths, closed his eyes, and opened them again, the whole person seemed to be drenched in cold winter ice water, and calmed down all of a sudden, as if there was no wave of ancient wells. He said in a steady voice: "I have heard of your reputation for helping the victims, and I have never doubted it. What I want to question is that you have no distinction between good and evil, black and white!"

"What is good and evil, and what is black and white?"

"The literati are right, and the half-demon is evil. In order to save a half-demon, you wantonly hurt ordinary victims, and you still say that there is no distinction between good and evil?

Hearing this, Baoyu pointed to Qian Sanjia's nose and laughed.

"It seems that I wrote these sentences in vain. Baoyu sneered: "I am willing to work for the common people in the world, you are the common people, I am the common people, and the half-demon is not? She did good deeds, I saw it! She helped the victims, I saw it! She endured hunger and cold, and did not rob the victims of their clothes or foods, and I also saw this! I helped her, why not?

As a third-class person, not a foolish village woman, how can you still have such thoughts and do such wrong things!"

Baoyu sprayed directly on his face. "The Analects of Wei Linggong" once said: There is no class in teaching. There are too many kinds of people in this world, some are wise and some are stupid, but none of them are inherently evil, and everyone understands them.

Qian Sanjia narrowed his eyes and said: "The half-demon is not born evil, but he has suffered from the warmth and coldness of the world, and he is full of evil thoughts and evil, and there is no good one." As a student, you should know that. ”

"Very good, then ......"

Baoyu's face became gentle, and he turned his head and called softly: "Stone, come out." ”