Zhang Baoer returned to the incense room, but saw that Hou Jie was still waiting for him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"How?" Hou Jie couldn't wait to ask.

"That's it!" Zhang Bao'er looked proud.

Seeing that the bamboo basket he brought was put aside, Zhang Baoer couldn't cry or laugh: "Monkey, didn't you say that you would eat first!" What are you waiting for me to do? ”

"I don't dare, if I am ......," Hou Jie said pitifully.

"It's nothing in case, okay, I'll eat with you!" Zhang Bao'er didn't have a good airway.

Zhang Bao'er took out the two roast chickens and wine, glanced at Cen Shaobai, who was still sitting stupidly, walked to his side and said, "Brother Tai, come, let's eat some together!" ”

Cen Shaobai shook his head blankly.

Zhang Bao'er glanced at Hou Jie, and then said to Cen Shaobai: "People are iron and rice are steel, there is a big thing, eat first and then talk about it!" ”

After that, Zhang Baoer and Hou Jie pulled Cen Shaobai over.

Zhang Baoer slapped the wine seal open, poured out a bowl of wine, and handed it to Cen Shaobai: "Come, drink some first!" ”

This time, Cen Shaobai did not refuse, took the bowl and drank it all.

Maybe he had never drunk alcohol, or maybe he was too anxious to drink, Cen Shaobai was choked and coughed constantly, and even coughed up tears.

Looking at Cen Shaobai's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Baoer smiled slightly: "Brother Tai, could it be that you have encountered something difficult, can you tell me and listen?" ”

Cen Shaobai lowered his head and muttered to himself: "God is unfair, God is unfair!" ”

"Brother Tai, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Baoer felt that Cen Shaobai seemed to be a little stunned.

Cen Shaobai's cheeks were red, his mouth exhaled with a strong smell of wine, and his tone was sad: "Yesterday, I just lived in this fragrant guest room, and when I entered the room, I found that there were bookshelves, desks and chairs in the room. The day before yesterday, Chen Juren died of poverty and illness, and now he is under the west corridor in the backyard of the temple! ”

"What should I do?" Zhang Bao'er thought it was funny: "Brother Tai, people die every day in the world, even if you are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, you will come back with compassion!" ”

Cen Shaobai raised his head suddenly, grabbed Zhang Bao'er's hand and said: "Thousands of people in the world have entered Beijing to take the exam, but there are only more than 100 people who can jump over the 'Dragon Gate' in each subject. Is this fair, you say? ”

After Cen Shaobai finished speaking, Zhang Baoer understood, it turned out that it was Chen Juren's death that stimulated Cen Shaobai, and he thought of his slim future with the same illness, so he was so stupid and stupid.

Do my, Zhang Baoer scolded in her heart, feeling that she was a little troublesome, but she echoed it: "What Brother Tai said is that it is indeed unfair, too unfair!" ”

Cen Shaobai grabbed Zhang Baoer's arm tighter, and his voice was full of grief and indignation: "I went to Chang'an this time, and I have sold all the only ten acres of land in my family, and my wife and children rely on relatives and friends to make a living. ”

Zhang Baoer's arm was pinched by Cen Shaobai, but he didn't dare to break free, for fear of stimulating Cen Shaobai and making him more and more crazy. In desperation, he had no choice but to say nonsense: "Brother Cen, studying is to be an official, and if you become an official, you will naturally be rich, of course this is a road, but you don't have to take this road?" Is there no second way to go when the world is so big? ”

"The second way?" Cen Shaobai stared at Zhang Bao'er: "Tell me, what is the second way?" ”

Zhang Bao'er made Cen Shaobai's stare a little hairy, and he said incoherently: "I heard that Wang Hu Feng, the richest man in Chang'an, started his business when he was 13 years old, and his situation at that time was not as good as yours, but now he has ......."

"Abandoning Confucianism in business?" Cen Shaobai's eyes lit up, he let go of Zhang Bao'er, lowered his head and pondered.

Seeing that Cen Shaobai was serious, Zhang Baoer regretted a little, she really shouldn't have provoked Cen Shaobai, but she saw Cen Shaobai suddenly shoot the case.

Zhang Baoer looked at Cen Shaobai in a daze, not knowing what he was going to be crazy about.

Cen Shaobai said proudly: "Your idea is good, they all say that it is useless to be a scholar, and I, Cen Shaobai, want to break through this road!" What sage books, what imperial examinations, from today onwards these have nothing to do with me, I am a businessman! Hahaha! ”

After that, Cen Shaobai poured out a bowl of wine from the wine jar by himself, and poured it down.

Zhang Baoer didn't expect that she was talking nonsense, which made Cen Shaobai make up her mind.

How can it be so easy to do business, and if that is the case, wouldn't everyone become rich?

Zhang Baoer felt a little unbearable in her heart, after all, it was her own nonsense, which made the dumbfounded Cen Shaobai choose a path that could not see the direction clearly.

Zhang Baoer wanted to persuade Cen Shaobai again and let him be more cautious before making a decision.

Who knows, after Cen Shaobai put down the bowl, he fell straight down and fell asleep directly.

Looking at Zhang Bao'er's embarrassed appearance, Hou Jie couldn't help laughing: "When you meet such a wonderful person, no wonder you are deflated!" ”

Zhang Baoer laughed at herself: "Anyway, let him stop being stunned, and it can be regarded as a good deed!" ”

After that, Zhang Baoer tore off a chicken leg and said to Hou Jie: "He has no mouth, so let's leave the roast chicken and wine to the two of us!" ”

After a while, the two of them filled their stomachs with two roast chickens and half a jar of wine.

Zhang Bao'er stretched her waist and said to Hou Jie: "We're full of food and drink, it's time for us to sleep!" ”

As soon as Zhang Bao'er finished speaking, she heard a knock on the door.

Zhang Bao'er glanced at Hou Jie, who quickly cleaned up the leftover chicken bones and empty wine jars.

"Who?" Zhang Baoer came to the door and asked.

"It's the poor monk Yuanjue!"

Zhang Bao'er opened the door, looked at Yuan Jue who was carrying the lantern, and couldn't help laughing: "Master Yuan Jue is still coming to check the room so late?" ”

Yuan Jue pricked up his nose and sniffed, and couldn't help frowning: "You guys have been drinking?" ”

"Nope!" Zhang Baoer flatly denied: "There are temple rules in the temple, how can we drink alcohol?" ”

The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and Hou Jie was so nervous that he pursed his lips and held his breath, for fear that Yuan Jue would continue to investigate.

Who knew that Yuan Jue did not ask any further, but told Zhang Bao'er: "There is an accident in the temple, don't go out and walk around tonight!" ”

"Change? What happened? Zhang Baoer asked curiously.

"Don't bother, since the three of us are here, let's go see the next one!" Before Yuan Jue could speak, he heard an impatient voice coming from behind him.

"Okay, sir!" Yuan Jue answered, and walked towards another incense room.

The moment Zhang Bao'er closed the door, through the light of the lantern carried by Yuan Jue, he saw the face of the young man who spoke.

How could something happen in the temple?

Why did you come to the Temple of Mercy and Grace?

With doubts, Zhang Baoer soon fell asleep.