A few people wandered around the market, but saw a butcher killing sheep on the street, and Tian Shiyi stood curiously to watch.

The butcher made a small cut in the sheep's leg, put his mouth up, and blew it vigorously until the whole body of the sheep swelled, and then with a light slash, the skin of the sheep cracked by itself.

The little dog saw Brother Eleven's surprised look, and he didn't know why the new owner hadn't seen it, but he knew that this was an opportunity to please.

"It's called bragging sheep." The little dog whispered: "If anyone dares to say that they can blow up the cowhide, it is a big talk, because the cowhide is very big and tough, and it can't be blown at all, so let's take bragging as the meaning of saying big words." ”

Tian Shiyi was amazed, and said in his heart: "Bragging" originally came about like this, but how did it evolve into bragging?

At this time, the butcher who killed the sheep finally saw the group of people standing with their hands in their pockets, and they hurriedly threw down the work in their hands, ran over and "pounced" on their knees, and kowtowed to Fang Baihua.

Hearing that the butcher called Baihua the head of the meeting, Tian Shiyi was a little stunned, and said in his heart: Is it Hongxing or the world?

Fang Baihua persuaded him with good words, and the butcher got up gratefully, but he cut half a sheep, and he must accept Baihua.

Seeing that it was delayed, Fang Baihua had no choice but to signal the little dog to put it in the carriage, and the group put their hands in their pockets and wandered around again.

Tian Shiyi muttered in a low voice, "Twenty-seventh." ”

Fang Baihua's face was embarrassed, and she looked back at the carriage.

At this time, the carriage was already full, and the pork ribs and hooves that Tian Shiyi bought only occupied a corner of the carriage, but the various gifts Fang Baihua received filled the rest of the carriage.

Although Shiyi Lang didn't ask, Baihua was still a little nervous, and whispered to Tian Shiyi: "When the West Lake is over, I'll tell you in detail." ”

Tian Shiyi smiled, but he didn't take it seriously. With his understanding of Fang Baihua, even if she is the eldest sister of the underworld, she will only rob the rich and help the poor, and it is impossible to prepare for Fang La's rebellion. Of course, if there is no appearance of oneself, it will be difficult to say what will happen in the future. It's just that now that he is standing in this world, he will never let Baihua follow Fang La to rebel.

Unconsciously, a few people actually walked to the edge of the West Lake, but they saw that the surroundings were even more prosperous.

I saw an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, shops on both sides of the road, and a restaurant not far away. Outside the restaurant, the wine flag is slightly wavering, the green trees are shady, the wine customers in the building are bustling, the Tsing Yi Xiaoer shuttles between them, and the singing songs of the Qingqi people float out from afar. The tantalizing aroma emerges from the building, squeezing into the nostrils of passers-by, tempting everyone's appetite. Jiangnan is rich, and it is really not a lie.

Turning around, I saw the painting boat swinging on the lake, the Jiangnan woman as soft as Xizi dancing lightly on the boat, the soft and charming music faintly transmitted to the shore, mixed with the debauchery and ugly laughter of a certain son.

Tian Shiyi suddenly felt something in his heart, and recited softly: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake singing and dancing be closed?" The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. ”

Baihua has read the book, and as soon as he heard it, he realized the benefits of this poem, and he was amazed in his heart that his cash cow could not only shake money, but also shake poetry. It's just that why is Eleven Lang's words so unbearable?

"Wonderful, wonderful, what a good sentence!"

Fang Baihua didn't speak, but someone shouted.

Everyone turned around, but it was a black-bearded old man and a middle-aged scribe standing not far away, hearing Tian Shiyi's good words.

The two walked over, and the middle-aged scribe spoke: "This poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, it is really a good sentence that I have not heard for many years, but this last sentence 'Straight Hangzhou as Bianzhou' is a little difficult to understand, I don't know what allusions there are?" ”

Tian Shiyi suddenly remembered it, but he never thought that he would be heard by others for the first plagiarism in the Great Song Dynasty, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. What's more, this is the fall of Bianliang, and the poems after the Southern Song Dynasty are now impossible to explain.

arched his hand to the two, Tian Shiyi only said that it was obtained occasionally, and he couldn't stand scrutiny.

The old man and the scribe saw that Tian Shiyi didn't seem to have any intention of talking, and there was a female dependent by his side, so he politely said a few words and turned to leave.

It's just that the two of them never thought that when they stood on the shore of the West Lake again many years later, they remembered the sentence "Straight to Hangzhou as Bianzhou", and the mixed flavors in their hearts were so sour. How incomprehensible and shocking it is for the teenager who chanted this sentence many years ago.

Vaguely, I heard the middle-aged scribe say: "If you and Brother Ru Lin find a painting boat, wouldn't it be nice for you and me to chant poems and drink each other?" ”

Niu Xiaomo said in a low voice: "It's endless." ”

Tian Shiyi laughed, saw that the sky was fading, and said: "The hour is almost up, just take a walk, it's time to go to the flower boat to have a look......"

Just walking slowly, Tian Shiyi looked at the painting boat on the lake and suddenly thought: Su Shi's Xizi, will it refer to those people in the painting boat?

Hahaha laughed three times, Tian Shiyi was in a good mood, but when he turned his head, he saw a shop selling fans, and said in his heart: "Whether you can get through this tonight seems to depend on these things." ”

took a few people into the shop, and Tian Shiyi bought a folding fan with a blank fan. Asked the shopkeeper for pen and ink, and Eleven Lang used his recent diligent skills to write a few big characters on the white fan.

Niu Xiaomo looked at it curiously, Niu Gao turned his head and pretended to be a guard and couldn't bear to look at it directly, Baihua blushed for a while but was embarrassed to speak.

The little dog kept patting the fart on the side, and repeatedly marveled at Brother Eleven's calligraphy iron painting silver hook, style of self-contained, and good handwriting, and Tian Shiyi blushed a little when he heard it.

Only the shopkeeper who sold the fan was puzzled and kept whispering: "Oh, oops, it's a pity that this good folding fan is here......"

Drying the ink, Tian Shiyi shook his fan and walked out into the street with a few swaggers.

"Hey, look, that man's fan, hahaha......"

Nine times out of ten, the pedestrians on the street turned back, and Tian Shiyi's folding fan actually made the whole street market lively, so annoyed that Baihua's face turned crimson, and he couldn't wait to kick this funny Shiyi Lang into the lake.

Yuan Xing and Yao Yi looked at Tian Shiyi who was swaggering through the market from a distance, and when Yuan Xing saw the four big characters on the fan, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, and hurriedly explained to the illiterate Yao Yi.

For Eleven Lang who was shaking a folding fan, Baihua had the intention to stay away, but he was worried that Eleven Lang would misunderstand that he disliked him, and at the same time he was afraid that his brother's subordinates would suddenly come forward to kill, so he had to accompany him helplessly and annoyed. After a while, I was used to laughing.

It's scary to get used to this thing.

I saw a flower boat parked by the lake from a distance, but I met the old man with black beard and the middle-aged scribe again, and I don't know why these two people haven't gone to the lake to drink flower wine.

As soon as the two saw Tian Shiyi swaggering and swaying a folding fan, they were stunned at the same time, the middle-aged scribe's face turned pale, and he turned his face aside with disdain, but the black-bearded old man laughed.

Pointing to the four big characters on Tian Shiyi's face, the black-bearded old man said with a smile: "A talent, the little brother is worthy of these four words, but this word is too ugly." ”

Tian Shiyi put away the folding fan with a "whoosh", arched his hand and said: "Let the old man laugh, the kid is just trying to enjoy himself." ”

As he spoke, with a "whoosh", Tian Shiyi knocked down the fan again, shaking it in his hand.

The black-bearded old man couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the four words on the fan, and then he realized that the words on both sides of the fan were actually different.