The night rain cuts the spring leeks, the yellow beam in the new cooking room, Yan knows for 20 years, and returns to the gentleman's hall. Ten is not easy to get drunk, the feeling is deliberately long, tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless.

In the school, the scholar Langlang, Qu Zi's Lisao Meng Liangchen taught and recited for a few days, and every morning he was familiar with the words, and the children kept repeating and writing on the sand table.

The village women come to the ancestral hall every day to do bamboo weaving, deliberately detour the long way, go to the door of Liangchuan house, do not listen to the children's reading, there is no idle capital after the start of work, their dolls have learned a few words today, will write their own names, say it, the face is bright, those who are a little older, can only stare dryly, only hate their children for a few years early, have been working in the field.

Meng Liangchen stood on top of the school every time, thinking of the story of the legendary character surnamed Yang that Liang Chuan said, and looking at these children, he would not feel that his schoolwork would be delayed at all, Mr. Kong often said, review the old and learn the new, learn endlessly, teach by yourself, according to Liang Chuan's words, there is still a long way to go, there is still a lot to learn, three-foot school, learning is endless.

"Hu Jiangli and Bi Zhixi, Su Qiulan thought it was admired. If the surplus will not be as good as the rest, I am afraid that the years will not be with me. "Once upon a time, the sound of reading could be heard in this small mountain village where there was not enough to eat, and the children of the whole village came to read.

"Now, here it is." He Baozheng stood outside the gate, closed his eyes and was very intoxicated and enjoyed the sound of the children reading, the sound seemed to be more pleasant than the song sung by the girl in the Golden Building, and it was very unpleasant to see Zuo Qiu Hong, this is a naked show, a few mud babies are very rare to read, which one of the schools in Bianjing City is not Wang Hou Guixuan, that is a good place to go, young talents, just get acquainted.

The middle-aged man didn't expect that there was such a big house in this deserted village backed by the mountains, and the biggest thing in this village was probably this house. The name of the house also achieves quite elegance and is not called a house, but just two words: "Wangxiang".

"What does this mean?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

"Little old man, I only know that it is a word when I fall down, I don't understand the tune that you scholars play, San Lang doesn't know if he went to the mountain today, if you are not there, you will have to wait." He Baozheng continued to shake his head, and followed the dolls in his mouth, humming the unknown verses, comfortable!

"There is labor protection. Is this a home or a school? ”

"Saburo's family lives here, the husband and wife, as well as a friend of mine, a homeless boy, and three female subordinates. It's not wrong to say that it's a school, San Lang is benevolent and righteous, and vacated half of his side room, otherwise the dolls would have no place to go to school. ”

"So that's the case, but I don't know how convenient it is to enter the house now."

"Of course it's convenient, all the guests come from afar, San Lang is the most hospitable, there are several groups of people in Qingyuan County where you want to go, there are tea sellers, and even outsiders come to San Lang to do something, you say it's not strange, this San Lang has never been out of the boundaries of our county, but the courage of the people, seeing the outsiders is not stunned at all, and they clean up the people obediently."

"There is such a thing." The middle-aged man came all the way and listened to all kinds of anecdotes about this so-called Liangchuan, and now he finally wants to see the true face of Lushan.

The three staff members who followed behind all lacked interest on their faces, didn't they just turn into outsiders, and they didn't have the same two arms and two legs, what was there to be afraid of. Because of their masters, they didn't dare to show it.

He Baozheng led a group of people straight into the house, three or five women were doing bamboo weaving in the patio, and when they saw this group of guests wearing gorgeous robes, Yi Niang hurriedly put down her work and went to greet this group of people.

"Lord He Zheng, these people are..." Yi Niang followed Liang Chuan, and saw a wide range of the world, at least now she will not be afraid of life, and the basic etiquette is still there.

"These nobles came from the north, and they have something to do with San Lang, what's the matter, San Lang went to the mountains to be a monkey again?" After He Baozheng finished teasing, his eyes deliberately glanced at Liang Chuan's house, making a gesture of looking for someone.

"The third brother hasn't come back yet, and the main hall is resting, so I asked Brother Zhao to find the third brother." Yi Niang led a few people to sit in the main hall, called Zhao Di, Zhao Di happened to come back from the river, and when he heard that someone was coming again, he ran up the mountain.

The Song-style tea group in Yi Niang's house, only the grass tea picked by Liang Chuan on the mountain, is always prepared at four times, quenching thirst and cooling off, but I don't know if these rich and noble people are used to drinking it, and it is better than boiling water if they are not used to it.

The group walked through the room, and the wing room on the right was full of students. They have seen a lot of private schools, but they have never seen so many students in private schools, the students' clothes are very poor, they look like the clothes of poor children, and some of the clothes on their buttocks are exposed, can they still afford to go to school under this condition?

He Baozheng could see everyone's doubts, and said: "Our school doesn't charge money, the dolls in the village can come to school, and San Lang is also ready to let the female dolls come, but no one in the village is willing." ”

What the? There may be a free lunch in the world, but there is still a free reading book, and one or two can be said to be reasonable, I'm only afraid of one or twenty people here, all of them don't need money? Is this a school or a charity hall?

The group sat in the main hall, and the middle-aged man sat alone in the guest seat, and the rest of the staff Cao Qiansong Zuo Qiuhong all stood behind him, and the middle-aged man did not care, it was obvious that the family rules were extremely strict, and the group was used to it.

There are no bright spots in the main hall, there is a picture of a tiger descending the mountain in the middle, and a famous painting of the previous dynasty. Middle-aged people often walk around the poetry and painting circle of Tokyo, and their vision is naturally not bad.

However, the most attractive thing is the plaque of the tiger hero hanging high in the main hall, this plaque is not hung at random, what does it mean, there is a tiger that has died in the hands of the owner of this plaque, and the local county government in order to commend its merits, give it the title of hero!

Cao Qiansong's pupils shrank, and Zuo Qiuhong was full of disbelief, this person has Wencai and brains, just want to kill the tiger? A few of the people sitting here don't think they have that ability.

"Can this Liang Chuan kill a tiger?" The middle-aged man himself couldn't believe it, and was busy asking Yu He Baozheng.

Middle-aged nobles have never seen the old, but they have seen a lot of tiger skins, if a large tiger skin is spread out and bigger than a bed, and it is not much smaller when wrapped, how can mortals be hostile?

He Baozheng, as a witness to the beginning and end of Liang Chuan's fight against the tiger, as soon as he mentioned this topic, he became energetic. Every time someone in the village asks him what happened at that time, he will always take the trouble to repeat it, and it is very scary to hear without adding oil and vinegar, and then gradually fewer people listen, he has nowhere to diarrhea in his stomach and is holding back, you people in the city, you don't know how powerful the tiger is, I will tell you a good story!

He Baozheng opened the conversation box at once, and retold how Liang Chuan fought alone to kill the big insect that day, the process was thrilling, He Baozheng witnessed the whole process, and said that it was more expressive than the storyteller in the pavilion, even Fengying fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and was scared to pee his pants and said it again, as for the scene of the scenery in the city parade street of Liangchuan County, he is still fascinated, and it is like the one who beat the tiger is not someone else, it is He Baozheng himself.

A few people were secretly shocked when they heard it, and the two warriors were different in their hearts, what is the concept of fighting a tiger, they know best, the brave general Li Guang only dared to shoot and kill with arrows, and was shocked into a cold sweat, he also has this ability as a villager? Cao Qiansong is okay, Zuo Qiuhong rolled his eyes when he heard it, and said in his heart: "You don't brag about not making drafts, tiger, I'm afraid you're dreaming." ”

He Baozheng told Liang Chuan's heroic deeds for a long time, and it happened that Liang Chuan also came back, and there was no firewood at home, so Liang Chuan carried a huge log down the mountain, ready to chop some more firewood. Everyone saw it in the room, the log was as thick as a basin, more than two zhang long, not to mention the weight of hundreds of catties, carrying this man's body like a firewood reed, the weight was nothing, and it was so easy that his face did not pant or sweat!

Liang Chuan unloaded the log from his shoulder, unloaded with one hand, and gently supported it with the other hand, lifting the weight like Mount Tai and unloading it as light as a feather, and as soon as the hand entered, the wood smashed on the ground, and with a bang, the yard was smashed out of a big hole. Liang Chuan clapped his hands and patted the dust on his body, and he didn't take a breath of air. Pull out the big axe like a small wheel from behind your back.。。

Zuoqiu Hongping thinks that he is also a fierce general of the Great Song Dynasty, and there are few opponents in the forbidden army, but he thinks that he has to sweat to carry that log, this kid. Is it human? He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and looked at his boss Cao Qiansong, Cao Qiansong also looked wrong, most of the fierce generals who can count the number one in the million forbidden army have an old relationship with their family, and they can't find a second one so majestic, just say that the axe, such a fierce weapon is not quite confident in his divine power, and using it is equivalent to killing himself! It's a pity that such heroes don't go to the battlefield to make meritorious deeds, and they nest in this mountain to cut wood and cut wood.

It turned out that a group of people thought that the old man was bragging, what kind of tiger hero, just saw the scene of Liang Chuan, what suspicion and disdain all disappeared, this kind of divine power, going up the mountain to fight the tiger and go down to the sea to capture the dragon, will it be a problem?

The middle-aged man was even more dumbfounded, and then he was overjoyed, jumped up from the chair, greeted the door, and said with a spring breeze on his face: "Presumably the strong man is Liang Chuan!" The middle-aged man wanted to be called Liang Chuan Caizi, but he was still immersed in the scene of Liang Chuan carrying wood, which was too shocking, and the word strong man couldn't help blurting out.

Liang Chuan chuckled in his heart, who are you, big brother, who came out of my house, I don't know and think this is your house, and I still have the master's style, which made Liang Chuan confused, and looked at He Baozheng, "Old He, this is..?" ”