"It's not like everyone's show!"

Yang Xin stood on the deck, looking at Miss Wang lying in the window on the boat in front of him.

The latter glared at him.

This is Wang Keshou's granddaughter, from her hometown Huguang Huangmei, she looks fifteen or sixteen years old, a young and beautiful girl, delicate and lovely, but a little stupid and cute, she is an old housekeeper with six armed domestic slaves, a mother-in-law and two maids. They had been walking for three months, and the little girl who had been on this long journey since the beginning of spring, and the little girl who was about to reach her destination seemed to be in a happy mood, and yesterday's fall into the water did not cause any psychological shadow to her. However, to Yang Xin's surprise, there was no feudal etiquette in her, and she often ran out of her cabin every way, like a happy little sparrow......

"What do you all look like?"

Huang Ying said in a chilling tone on the side.

"Uh, shouldn't it be that the door is not out of the door, walking and swaying without smiling and showing teeth, usually taking a brace to repair flowers and birds, occasionally raising his head and coughing twice at the leaves falling above his head, sighing and sighing, who is sorry?"

Yang Xin said.

In the latter sentence, he also pretended to be mournful and sang it in the tune of singing, which caused Huang Ying to immediately change to a bright smile.

"It's a bit like that!"

Huang Zhen said with a smile.

"However, southerners, especially along the Yangtze River, such as Yingtian, women from large families are not so rigid in etiquette and religion, and there are more people who show their faces, but the rules of large families in the north are stricter, but it is still a bit too much to say that the door is not out of the door. As for Wang Shilang, who was arrested and imprisoned for preaching heresy, and committed suicide, their faction is particularly weak in this etiquette, and Miss Wang should have such a family style. ”

He went on to say.

"Li Zhen's disciple?"

Yang Xin was stunned.

He really didn't expect that Li Zhen's disciple could be such a high-ranking official.

"Yes, Li Zhen's disciple, the monument of Li Zhen's tomb in Tongzhou was erected by Wang Shilang."

Huang Zhen nodded and said.

"Boss Huang really knows everything!"

Yang Xin looked at Huang Zhen with a very meaningful gaze.

"Uncle!"

Huang Ying said dissatisfiedly on the side.

"Uncle Huang really knows everything!"

Yang Xin changed his words immediately.

"You young people, you have never seen the grand occasion of Li Zhen's lectures back then, and Zaifu is far from being able to go out on patrol, and when the lecture is held, there are no farmers, industrialists, and industrialists, regardless of men, women, old and children, all gathered like Buddhas. Not only Wang Shilang, but also many high-ranking officials and nobles are teachers, but what he said is quite reasonable, but he is too apostated, and as a result, he was arrested and imprisoned by the Ministry of Rites for promoting heresy, and he grabbed a razor and wiped his neck. Since his death, few people have dared to preach these things so openly in recent years, and the rules are all rules, but the Ming Dynasty is like a pool of stagnant water. ”

Huang Zhen sighed.

Obviously, this is also a person with a story.

Miss Wang in front was still lying on the window, looking at them curiously......

"The sea laughs, and the tide on both sides of the strait ......"

Yang Xin suddenly sang.

And it's the original Cantonese version.

Huang Zhen's father and daughter turned their heads in amazement, looking at him together as if they were going crazy, and the old housekeeper opposite also turned his head in surprise, but it was obvious that they didn't understand Cantonese, and they all looked dazed. In Yang Xin's Cantonese singing, two ships rode the wind, and on either side of them were merchant ships, shallow boats, small stripping boats, and even yellow boats, which carried goods specially for the palace......

The next day, Yang Xin couldn't sing.

The wind has stopped!

Yangcunyi.

"Everything, let the female relatives prepare to avoid!"

Huang Zhen said as he looked at the barely moving flag.

The old butler nodded, and then walked into the cabin, Yang Xin looked at Huang Ying suspiciously.

"Slender men don't wear clothes!"

The latter said.

With that, she climbed into her boudoir.

Huang Zhen greeted Yang Xin, and at this time the old housekeeper also came out, and the three of them went ashore together, and the old housekeeper went directly to Yicheng, who immediately grovelled and took him to a slender village. It is said that it is a village, but in fact, it is a small village like a shantytown, almost all over the banks of the canal from Yangcun to Tongzhou. This section of the canal is completely free of tides, and it is still against the current, unless you are lucky enough to meet a tailwind, you have to rely on the slender man. The entire section of 100,000 slender men is theoretically managed by the Wei Institute, but in fact it is just a cluster of displaced people from all over the world.

It's just that these slender men have nothing to do with the prosperous world.

"This is really poor!"

Yang Xin sighed with heartfelt emotion.

In the shacks, made of rotten wood and withered grass and all the rags they could find, the ragged women held scrawny children in their arms, stepped on the cross-flowing sewage, and looked at them with numb eyes.

And the men were really naked.

They just tied a rag around their waist to block the front, but there was not even a little cover in the back, and their occupation and income dictated that wearing clothes was a luxury. But these people are strong, all of them are full of muscles, but they are not gym muscles, but they are not very prominent, but they make people feel like iron. No one straightened their waists, but they were all slightly hunchbacked, carrying a bow that drew fiber, that is, a piece of wood similar to a small flat pole, to prevent the rope from grinding down the body. All of them have the gloom of life on their faces, they are doing the most hopeless profession, and life is a daily misery for them.

To live is just to live.

It's like a bunch of walking dead mechanically repeating each day.

"A few years ago, there was a famine in Shandong, and many hungry people ran along the canal to earn a living.

Huang Zhen said.

"What about winter?"

Yang Xin asked.

"Endure it, save more during the opening of the river, drink gruel in the winter to support it, if you can't hold on, you will starve to death, and the court will also give some relief, after all, if the slender man starves to death, there will be a shortage of people next year. But don't expect too much, that is, try to starve to death as little as possible, in short, it won't affect next year's luck. In the final analysis, life is to earn a life, and we are the same, they have a hard life, but it is better to live a stable life, we eat meat and drink wine, but we have to put our heads on our trousers.

It's all their own lives! ”

Huang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and said.

"My life is up to me!"

Yang Xin suddenly burst out.

"Huh?"

Huang Zhen was stunned.

"Funny!"

Yang Xin said with a smile.

It's a cruel law of nature.

If there are more slender men and you can't make enough money, you will have to starve to death in the winter when the canals are frozen, or you will have to find another way to survive, and then in the next year there will be fewer people and more money, and there will be new homeless people to join, and then continue the previous process.

Like a beast on the African savannah.

They don't need to negotiate the price, the old housekeeper is about to serve the old housekeeper as an ancestor, and Yangcunyi is also under the jurisdiction of Wang Keshou, and the Yicheng is just an official who doesn't even have a grade. Although the old butler is just a housekeeper, a person who can be entrusted with such a heavy task by the master must be a confidant.

This must be served by the ancestors.

Although Wang Keshou will definitely not remember his flattery because of this little thing.

But......

But he's cheap!

Soon he grovelled and brought over a dozen slender men, led by a middle-aged man, who could see that it was not very pleasant, and it was obvious that Yicheng did not give them the right price, in fact, it was difficult to say whether to give money or not. Yi Cheng is indeed a sesame official, and he is not the chief official here, there is actually a master of the river and an inspection here, but it is still easy for him to clean up these slender men. However, they are not tired of this trip, although the Wang family is a big ship, but only a small amount of goods are pulled, otherwise they will not be able to enter the river above Yangcun, Huangzhen is a small shallow boat, and the weight is also very light.

These aren't the boats.

The latter is full of hundreds of stones of grain even if it is shallow, and when it encounters shallow water, it is purely relied on the slender man deadlifting, and the water level in the upper reaches of the North Canal is very shallow, and there are often shallow shoals of siltation, otherwise there would not be so many shallow bunks.

After solving the problem of the slender man, Yang Xin and his entourage quickly returned to the post station.

But as soon as they arrived at the post station, more than a dozen horsemen in front of them galloped wildly, led by an official in a green robe......

"Yang Cunyi Cheng Han Xin has seen Shangguan!"

He said.

The old housekeeper and Huang Zhen followed suit, and Yang Xin did the same, but unlike others who bowed their heads, he saluted with his head up, and looked at each other with disrespect.

The official didn't look at Yi Cheng, but turned his gaze to Yang Xin.

Yang Xin looked at him calmly.

He didn't know him.

This official has a bird on the complement on his chest, which means that he is a civil official, and the shape of the bird looks like a white pheasant, with a red beak and red legs, spreading its wings and dragging a long tail, but Yang Xin doesn't know much about this thing, and he doesn't know the meaning of this complement.

The official smiled suddenly......

"Take it!"

He pointed at Yang Xin with a horsewhip and said.

Behind him, a dozen soldiers who had already dismounted hurriedly stepped forward.

Yang Xin, who reacted very quickly, jumped up without hesitation, and then stepped on the old waist of Yi Cheng, who was bowed into a shrimp in front, and jumped up again in the latter's mournful voice, and he was raised to a height of three meters twice, almost volleying at the official. The cold light around the latter flashed and the sword was immediately unsheathed, but it was too late after all, Yang Xin's right hand in mid-air reached out like lightning and grabbed the wrist of the sword he held, and pressed down at the moment when he touched the horse's body, and then bounced up for the third time, dragging the latter's wrist and falling behind him, and at the same time lifting the sword up, and suddenly across his neck.

Only then did the screams sound.

The soldiers were in confusion, Yi Cheng lay on the ground and continued to wail, while Huang Zhen and the old butler retreated in amazement......

"Do you know what you're doing?"

The official looked indifferently at the blade in front of his neck, and then sneered without changing his face.

"That, this officer, what is the name of this white pheasant on your chest?"

Yang Xin humbly asked for advice.

"This is the white pheasant, which means the five-grade civil official, the official Dali Temple Cheng and the Henan Provincial Supervisor Xiong Tingbi was ordered to enter Beijing to see His Majesty, aren't you afraid that this move will let you punish the nine clans!"

The official said.