The deal was soon reached, and the two parties exchanged money and goods, and Situ and Yan Yazhi signed a contract for the sale and purchase of the house under the middle of the princess. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because it is a red deed, it needs to be stamped with the big seal of the government, as well as the seal of the horse.

It also took a few days to move elegantly, so the two parties agreed that the sentence would be received after three days.

Gao Yazhi took the silver ticket a little greedily, and didn't care about greeting everyone, the courtyard door was not locked, and he ran to the burning inner city.

Looking at Situ Xing's puzzled gaze, Wang Po sighed helplessly, and said with some embarrassment:

This elegant man was a well-known gambler, because gambling not only pawned the family's land savings, but also sold his wife into the kiln. That Mrs. Gao is also a chastity-spirited character, and she can't think of hanging herself for a while. I didn't expect this elegance to be unchanged. ”

"Poor man, there must be something to hate!"

Situ Xing looked at Gao Yazhi's rickety back, as well as the gray hair of his prime, and said with a faint look in his eyes.

"Poor people must have something to hate. ”

These ten words are ordinary, but the combination has a shocking power.

Because it's not poetry, there is no literary atmosphere.

But the silent bronze bell in the courtyard rang again, and there seemed to be an incomparably grand voice in the air repeating it in an incomparably solemn voice.

Poor people will have something to hate.

Poor people will have something to hate.

Poor people will have something to hate.

The elegant steps that were running wildly froze for a moment, and his father's dying gaze and his wife's desperate gaze appeared before his eyes as if he were playing a movie.

The scrawny, skeleton-like father clutched his hand tightly and commanded in a faint voice.

Hanging on the beams of the house, his body was stiff, his face was blue, his tongue was sticking out of his eldest wife, her eyes were wide open, and drops of blood and tears were dripping. The old man said that it was because of resentment, and he did not turn a blind eye.

There are also children who are only five years old, who were sold by him with his own hands, and where they are now, life and death are a mystery.

Thinking of the child's innocent gaze, Gao Yazhi has a feeling of being cut like a knife.

It's all because of him.

If it weren't for gambling, relying on the blessings of his ancestors, he would have been able to live a good life, with filial piety to his father and son, and enjoy his family.

If it weren't for gambling, he wouldn't have sold his sons and daughters, and his wife would have been separated.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but show a look of remorse.

Lame three years and twenty years old, it is the time of physical strength. But there was no one to propose marriage for him, and no girl wanted to marry him. Because he is a beggar.

Every day, he would crouch in the street, or lazily bask in the sun with a broken bowl, or recline in the shade of a tree. Watching people go about their lives, they either cast disgust or look at them with disdain.

Some people once advised him to go to work in the rich family, or to become a tenant farmer, although he could not be rich, but it was certainly better than starving and being full of food now.

But he always glared back with a sneering gaze. Or sang the song with a free and easy face: 10,000 mansions, 7 feet of sleep at night, thousands of acres of fertile land, only three meals a day.

After doing this several times, no one persuaded him again.

Today, as usual, he held the half-missing clay bowl, squatting in the shade of the tree in front of the broken temple, looking at the half of the chicken leg in the broken bowl, with unconcealable salivation on his face.

Suddenly, a very loud voice came from the air.

Poor people will have something to hate.

He stood there with a stunned expression as if he had been hit by someone.

Wang Po savored it a few times, the more she thought about it, the more she felt reasonable, her heart was like a lightning strike, she was a little stunned for a while, she didn't know what sad things she thought of, and a line of turbid tears dripped down her cheeks, and after a while, she controlled her emotions, her face twisted, and she looked at Situ Xing with some embarrassment:

Situ Zhenguo is worthy of being reincarnated as a Wenqu star, and one sentence reminds the old woman of a lot of the past. The old woman used to complain and hate, and she thought she was a poor person in the world. ”

"Listening to Situ Zhenguo's words today, I really feel a lot. ”

"The reincarnation of Wenqu Xing?"

Situ Xing smiled a little, he had seen his luck, and his previous luck could only be regarded as average, at most, it was a person.

After having an epiphany, he cultivated popularity, was appreciated by Shangguan, and his poems were famous all over the world.

Situ Xing's luck can be worthy of reaching the fifth grade.

As for saying that Tianxing is in the fate, Situ does not dare to ask for extravagance.

He also doesn't have a star destiny.

"Where am I the reincarnation of a Wenqu star, it's just a false praise from everyone. ”

Situ said with a wry smile.

"Now the people in Beijun are crazy, and they are all saying that when Mrs. Situ was pregnant, she once dreamed of meteors at night. ”

Wang Shiwei in the east of the city also said that when she gave birth to Zhenguo, there used to be dazzling starlight, and the sound of people reciting moral articles. ”

"Mr. Li from the east of the city, who used to be the teacher of Zhenguo, said that Zhenguo has been smart since he was a child, and he has the ability to never forget. ”

Wang Po thought that Si Tu was just humbling, and said with some flattery.

Situ Xing looked at the Wang Po who was talking about the matter, and his face couldn't help but become strange.

When did Mrs. Situ ever have such a fetal dream?

When had the princess seen the dazzling starlight and the sound of the saints reciting the articles.

When have you ever been able to remember?

If he was really so miraculous since he was a child, could he still be abandoned by his family as an outcast?

It's just a pompous statement in the market!

Thinking of this, Situ couldn't help but shake his head amusedly.

Suddenly, Situ Xing's eyes froze, and even the smile on his face stiffened a lot. Because there was a trace of meteor in the sky, which quickly fell down at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

Before he could react, a fist-sized meteor slammed into his head.

But the strange thing is that his head was not smashed, and the Wang Po, who was close at hand, didn't seem to notice anything unusual at all. There was a crackling sound in the luck above his head, and the koi kept jumping, and the luck was like frying in oil, constantly boiling and tumbling, as if something was being born.

In Situ Xing's shocked gaze, a fist-sized star core was born in his luck!

It's just that the core of the star is not lit up, and the size is much smaller than the normal life star.

Wenqu star!

Situ Xing quietly perceived, and paragraphs of text appeared strangely in his mind.

The will of the people is the heart of heaven.

Situ Xing has made "The Burrow" and "After Dengke", these two popular poems, "The Burrow" already has a five-inch literary atmosphere, and Mingzhou has been published by "Wen Yi Zaidao", and it will definitely be able to reach the six-inch town country in time!

And "After Dengke" was in line with the Spring Festival, and it was awarded by the Yasheng, and it directly broke through six inches and achieved the name of Zhenguo.

Therefore, the people thought that Situ Xing was the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing, and the people's heart was the heart of heaven, and the way of heaven lowered the core of Wenqu Xing.

As long as Situ Xing's literary spirit reaches a certain level.

In this way, the star core will be ignited and become a real Wenqu star.

And at that time, Situ Xing will be the real reincarnation of Wenqu Xing.

。。。。。。

Under the escort of a team of Blackstone Army, wearing stars and moons, Shi Chongjian, a strategist who was about to approach Zhibei County, sat on the ox cart, feeling the trembling of the crape myrtle golden bucket in his arms, and his face couldn't help but change greatly.