There is a scholar in Runan, praised Shao, who is good at looking at each other, less famous, good people, and more appreciated. He often commented on the characters of the time, calligraphy, words and paintings.

This person is famous, and his evaluation is sought after by the people of the time.

Among them, commenting on the township party, praising and deprecating current affairs, not false beauty, not hiding evil, not slandering, being able to distinguish between good and bad people, being able to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, or in the court or in the opposition, are all in the evaluation. After the evaluation, everyone was convinced. Anyone who has been praised has a great reputation, and is known as "Yuedan characters". For a while, it attracted celebrities from all over the world to come and compete for the evaluation of two promises.

So there are often people in front of the door, but they can't ask for it.

This review is very prosperous, and the cover is issued at the beginning of each month, so it is called "Yuedan Review".

In this commentary, there was one comment, but it was never published, and it was coerced and coerced by door-to-door purchase, and few people knew about it.

Under the threat of that person, Xu Shao is comment:

"The traitor of Qingping, the hero of troubled times (also: the capable minister who rules the world, the traitor of the troubled times)."

If it were an ordinary person, I would probably be furious when I heard such a comment, but after the person who was commented was stunned, he laughed and left.

Self-description: "it."

I don't know whether to laugh at the capable minister or laugh at the traitorous male.

……

"Bang bang

A car drove on the main road, and the horses pulling the car were slow, and the pedestrians on the road consciously got out of the way and avoided both sides of the road.

The decoration of the car and the horse, at a glance, you can know that the person sitting there is not a honor, but also expensive, ordinary people can only lower their heads to avoid when they see such people.

On the side of the road, a small beggar could be seen sitting on the side of the street begging for food, his clothes were dirty and foul-smelling, and his crumpled hand was holding a broken bowl, begging for something in the crowd.

He made an ahhh

Where should it be, looking at the skinny appearance, it may be that he hasn't eaten for a long time.

People also avoided it, some took a detour, some pinched their noses and looked disgusted.

Ordinary people just lowered their heads and avoided when they saw such people.

The same people who are shunned, beggars and nobles are far apart, but they are also similar.

Pedestrians dodged the carriages, avoided the beggars, and walked through the streets leaving a low curse, as if scolding the day for bad luck on the road.

Or spurn the noble, or scold the beggar.

The carriage drifted away.

The beggar was left in the corner, she covered her mouth with her hands, coughed for a while, and made a muffled sound in her chest.

The broken bowl was placed weakly on the ground, it should have been clear and cloudy in his eyes, his head was lowered, and his little hands were on the ground, stained with dust.

Just now someone scolded her for being a little beast, saying which wild seed she should be.

She wanted to say that she had a home, not wild seeds, but those with swords, and one day rushed in and there was nothing.

The little beggar's eyes were dead, and his face was covered with mud, and he couldn't see clearly.

It may be that people come to suffer from this world in their lifetime, and everyone is like this.

"Dangchang."

A sudden soft sound sounded in the bowl in front of the beggar, and the little beggar raised his eyes in a daze.

Three copper coins were gently put in the broken bowl.

"Child, do you know how to go to Chenliu on this Ruyang road?"

The sunlight in front of her was somewhat blocked, and a man with a hat on his head squatted in front of her.

As the man crouched down, she lifted some of the hats above her head, revealing what she was looking underneath.

The little beggar didn't know how to say how beautiful it was, only that it was the best she had ever seen.

With an expression she hadn't seen in a long time, not that scolding and disgust.

Instead, the eyes are slightly bent, the corners of the mouth are lightly raised, and the expression is not frightening.

The little beggar's hands grabbed the sleeves of the man in front of him, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

"Thanks, thanks."

There was some timidity in the tone.

But when she looked down and saw her dirty hands, she quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her.

But the man's sleeves were already stained with two small black handprints, which were evident in the white shirt.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The little beggar kept bowing, whispering and talking in a panic.

In her opinion, if she soiled the man's clothes, the man should be angry.

"It's fine."

Not as she thought, the man didn't seem to take it to heart, smiled a little, and asked in one direction.

"If I want to go to Chenliu, should I go over there?"

The little beggar was a little cramped.

Finally, he nodded: "Yes." ”

She had been to many places, and she knew all the roads around here.

"That's it, thank you."

The man in white smiled and reached out and touched her head.

At last he got up and departed, and was not seen in the middle of the street.

The little beggar sat there for a while, and finally picked up the broken bowl in front of him, holding the three copper coins.

From Jiangdong all the way to the north, to Ruyang, Gu Nan was not ready to stay longer, and wanted to go directly to Chenliu.

Maybe she won't be able to see the person she wants to see.

Walking in the middle of the crowd on the street, she touched it in her arms, and there was not a single copper coin in it.

Those three pawns just now were the last of her belongings left.

Sighing helplessly, she put down her hand, the feeling of being hungry was uncomfortable, even if she couldn't starve to death.

At the end of the street was the city gate, and the number of soldiers at the city gate was somewhat large, as was the case in all the cities she passed through in the past few days, and the garrison of the city gate was tightened, and there were many army movements on the street, as if they were ready to move.

Walking towards the city gate, in a restaurant next to the city gate.

A man dressed as a scribe was sitting by the window eating food, looking at him as a middle-aged man who was no more than thirty years old.

The two mustaches on his lips moved up and down as he ate the vegetables in his mouth, and they looked a little funny.

A pair of thick eyebrows, but not honest, more shrewd. The eyes are not big, but they are unforgettable at a glance, and they are a pair of eyes that are difficult for people to see through.

The unsightly middle-aged scribe took a bite of food in his mouth, chewed it heavily, and looked out the window somewhat casually.

The flow of people outside the window is different.

But in his eyes, most of them are the same, and in his opinion, there are only two kinds of people in this world, one is the person who can achieve things, and the other is the useless person.

He has learned some physiognomy, and occasionally made some crude evaluations of some people, and he still has some confidence in looking at people.

"Kabakaba." There was a chewing sound coming out of his mouth.

There was some boredom in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, and as usual, he could not see a single person worth seeing.

He was about to withdraw his gaze when he took one last glance at the street, but he paused there.

There walked a man in a white shirt, a white dress that seemed unusually conspicuous in the crowd, with a hat on top of his head, and a bamboo box half a person high behind him.