The long-term rule will be chaotic, and the long-term unity will be divided, and the once powerful Tang Dynasty has come to an end. It coincides with July, and the infinite scenery of Bianliang City is still so intoxicating, but it has a little more of a hot atmosphere.

At the east gate of the city, the flow of people coming and going has not decreased much because of the hot weather. The cries of street hawking are endless. The best business is a stall selling clogs. Clogs, as the name suggests, are slippers made of wood.

And the owner of this stall is naturally Duan Mingyu, Duan Mingyu is busy counting the results of the morning at the moment. Flipping the heavy money bag, the smile on Duan Mingyu's face suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and said to another busy figure in his stall: "Brother Xu, it's another bumper harvest this morning, ah!"

Xu Zuye wiped a handful of sweat: "You kid is idle, I, Xu Zuye, am also the number one person in Bianliang City, and I actually let your kid give me a hand, is it easy for me to be an old man!" Xu Zuye's face was gloomy, as if he had indescribable grievances.

"Brother Xu, what we do is mental work, what you do is physical work, our Yali pears are the same big mountain, I have seen your efforts, old grandson, come to two bowls of iced sour plum soup, let me and Brother Xu quench our thirst, this damn weather!" Duan Mingyu called.

"Okay, here, Brother Duan, this is your iced sour plum soup." The old grandson on the side handed two bowls of sour plum soup to the two with a smile, quickly accepted the money, and then walked away.

Duan Mingyu drank a sip of cool sour plum soup, and the heat suddenly went away, only feeling refreshed, looking at Xu Zuye, whose face had eased a little, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if Lao Xu quit his work in anger, it would be very bad. Looking at this noisy bazaar, the flow of people coming and going, and thinking of the past and present lives, Duan Mingyu's thoughts couldn't help but drift into the distance......

Because the previous house was also destroyed to the point that there was not even a little scum left, Duan Mingyu chose to stay in Xu Zuye's house, as the so-called "the world is bustling, all for profit." Duan Mingyu decisively chose his old profession - setting up a stall.

Originally, I just wanted to earn some living expenses by carving clogs, but I didn't expect clogs to be so popular in this era, as if there was a shortage of demand, Xu Zuye was an unemployed vagrant, and after Duan Mingyu promised a number of empty checks with a three-inch tongue, he came to Duan Mingyu to help.

"Hey, your wooden shoes are pretty good, how much is a pair?" Duan Mingyu, who was pondering, was pulled back to reality by a question, only to see a six- or seven-year-old girl standing in front of her, with a little girl in a bun on her head, revealing two white little tiger teeth when she spoke, her face was like a pink jade peck, and she was wearing a pair of tiger head boots, which looked very cute, Duan Mingyu couldn't help but look at it for a while, but sometimes, looking at others indiscriminately will be retributed.

"Grandpa, why doesn't this person speak, isn't he dumb? It's so pitiful," the little girl who carved the jade peck said suspiciously, with a hint of sentimentality in her voice of pity.

At this time, a long-bearded old man appeared in people's field of vision, his body was like a ghost, and when he looked closely, his cloudy old eyes had a hint of leanness. The old man's face trembled, and he said to Duan Mingyu: "Ahem, this little brother, my little granddaughter is asking you."

Xu Zuye hurriedly greeted the old and the young: "I'm sorry, these are my little brothers, I have been disappointed in love recently, my spirit is a little trance, there are many offends, please bear with me a little bit."

"Hehe, young man, it's normal to be trapped by love." The long-bearded old man made a very understanding expression and said lightly.

Duan Mingyu, who came back to his senses on the side, scolded in his heart: Boss Xu, you are too unkind, why is it not good, just find such an excuse, girl, when my brother was in kindergarten, he was also the class grass in the class (although I was the only boy in the whole class), and was rejected? Isn't this forcing this champion to be embarrassed, hey, a lifetime of wisdom, ruined in a flash. Jealousy, definitely jealousy that I'm more handsome than you.

Duan Mingyu said angrily: "This old gentleman, boy Duan Mingyu, don't listen to Lao Xu's nonsense, Xiaosheng is a dignified three-foot man, a righteous man, two sleeves and a breeze, three sheep Kaitai, embattled, five blessings, six or six Shun, hehe, this six or six Shun is very telling, will a very smooth person be disappointed in love?"

The old man frustratedly skipped Duan Mingyu's nonsense, and just refined the useful things in it. "Your surname is Xu?" The old man turned his head and asked Xu Zuye.

Xu Zuye said: "The surname is Xu, the grass word Zuye, listening to the accents of the two, it shouldn't be local, dare to ask what this old gentleman and this little sister call it?"

"Old man Yang Yanguang!" The old man responded politely.

The little girl also replied crisply: "My name is Yang Zhaoniang!"

Duan Mingyu hugged his fist at Yang Yanguang: "Old Mr. Yang is polite!"

Yang Yanguang waved his hand: "Junior Brother Duan just said that someone is messing around, and the old man asks more, what is Junior Brother Duan thinking?"

Of course, someone here refers to Xu Zuye, and it seems that Yang Yanguang also thinks that Xu Zuye's words are not very reliable.

Duan Mingyu glared at Xu Zuye viciously, meaning: Do you see it, the eyes of the masses are bright. Xu Zuye's old face turned red and he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

Xu Zuye was embarrassed, Duan Mingyu didn't pay attention to it. Duan Mingyu was thinking about how to answer Yang Yanguang's question, what was he thinking just now, he couldn't count it in his heart, didn't he just look at Yang Zhaoniang twice, but he couldn't say that he saw other people's granddaughters looking beautiful, and he was suddenly distracted. God knows if this old thing will come up and choke me by the neck. What to do, what to do? Duan Mingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Mr. Yang, just now Xiaosheng just happened to be a little poem, and he was secretly happy in his heart, so I didn't hear what Zhao Niang's little sister said!"

"Just you? Can also compose poetry? Xu Zuye glanced at Duan Mingyu disdainfully. Yang Zhaoniang's little girl also curled her lips, looking like I didn't believe it.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said, "Little Brother Duan, you might as well read out the masterpiece to open the eyes of the old man."

Duan Mingyu pretended to smile easily, but in his heart he was frantically searching for the ancient poems in his memory, 300 Tang poems are not good, now the Tang Dynasty is almost over, and it is estimated that most of the Tang poems have already been published, hey, there is!

Duan Mingyu shook his head: "Don't believe it, I am actually only eight years old, and I am rich in five cars, but I have always been very low-key before." Hehe, the style of the master has always been like this, cough cough, you stand firm, don't worship me after listening. ”

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