"Didn't you see it, Old Man Zheng's face was red at that moment. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"If you want me to say, if the fans who have watched the ball for decades are at his level, the club will not be happy to die?"

"What if someone gets it right?"

"How unlikely is that?"

Liu Yong and the three of them stayed in the Renhe Ball Club for an hour and then went out, came to a teahouse not far from the ball club, asked for a piece of melon seeds, and listened to the story of Mr. Storyteller telling the story of Zhu Youzhen, the late Emperor of the Later Liang Dynasty, and Li Cunmiao, the Later Tang Zhuangzong, who fell in love and killed each other, while talking about the old man Zheng who had just "ridiculed" him.

Liu Yong and Yang Zhang had long seen that Old Man Zheng was a complete "pseudo-senior fan", and they happened to run into him again today, and deliberately went over to "ridicule".

"You two are so bad."

Wang Yu stuffed a handful of melon seeds into his mouth, chewed for a while, spit out a piece of melon seed skin, and said.

"Whoever made him look like an old fan in clothes that day, swearing, I lost ten cents."

Yang Zhang said with a look of indignation.

"In other words, after Tang Zhuangzong Li Cunxuan, at the beginning of his accession to the throne, he was still trembling, why did he become a faint monarch as soon as he defeated Liang State?"

Liu Yong was afraid that Yang Zhang would complain about himself for a while, after all, he was the first offender to gamble with Yang Zhang that day, so he quickly diverted the topic, and it happened that Mr. Storyteller said that Li Cunmiao of Tang Zhuangzong was shot and killed by a stray arrow in the chaotic army, and he couldn't help but sigh and ask.

This is not a long time ago in the teahouse, and it has only flourished since the founding of the Emperor and Song Dynasty. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, the system of separation of fang and city in the previous dynasty has been gradually broken, and the population has increased significantly compared with the Middle and Tang Dynasty, and the city of Tokyo alone has 1.5 million people living in it, and the streets are bustling with shops. At the same time, a large number of places for people's pastime and pleasure appeared-tiles. During this period, there are various interesting performances such as storytelling, singing, juggling, sumo wrestling, etc., which attract many people to watch.

Although the location of this teahouse is not a tile, after all, business will always be better where there is a storyteller, and the owner of the teahouse will naturally not be stingy with a place the size of a table and chair.

I saw that the storyteller in front of me was about forty years old, dressed in a light-colored straight shirt with extremely flat ironing, wearing a neat square scarf on his head, sitting on a nanmu chair with his legs crossed. There was a square table in front of him, not big, with a three-inch tea bowl on it, and he would have to take a sip after a few words, and after a while, a man would come and fill it.

"This Li Tianxia ......"

The storyteller took a sip of tea, put the bowl down, and continued.

"Isn't that easy? On weekdays, when you come out to play, you ask for pocket money to find your father, and you always behave obediently a few days in advance. If one day you have a big bag of money and you can't spend it for a long time, will you still behave well for your pocket money? ”

Yang Zhang said with a look of disdain.

"What does this have to do with Li Cunmiao becoming a faint king?"

Wang Yu asked with a puzzled expression?

"It's ......"

What this little friend said seems to have some truth, but it is not necessarily true.

Wen Zhonggong said, "The book says: Full of losses, humble gains. Sorrow and labor can rejuvenate the country, Yiyu can die, and the principle of nature is also. Therefore, Fang Qisheng is also a hero in the world, and he can't compete with it; and its decline, dozens of people are trapped, and the country is destroyed, laughing for the world. Husband's calamities often accumulate in the slightest, and wisdom and courage are trapped in drowning, how can they be alone? As Mencius said, 'Born in sorrow, die in peace'. ”

Yang Zhang was about to explain, when he heard a "uncle" next to him, who was about thirty years old and dressed as a scholar, say.

Yang Zhang and Wang Yu were stunned for a long time, then nodded stupidly, then turned their heads to look at each other, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you understand?"

"None? What about you? ”

Wang Yu shook his head and asked Yang Zhang again.

"It doesn't seem to be ...... either"

Yang Zhang also shook his head.

"Boss, don't go, let's have another half a catty of dried pears!"

......

Mu gave Liu Yong a morning off, and when it was almost noon, he reluctantly went home.

Walking to the mouth of the alley, I saw a skinny yellow-haired earth dog wagging its tail at the door of his house, just in time for Mu Shi to go out to take out the garbage, and he was startled when he opened the door.

"Where did this wild dog come from! It's scary to lie in front of the house every day. Go and go, go elsewhere, and one day in the province you will bite my brother Yong carelessly. ”

As he spoke, Mu put aside the garbage in his hand, picked up a big broom in his hand and said to the yellow dog.

When the yellow dog saw the broom, he stood up and ran away without a trace.

"It's strange that a lame wild dog can run so fast. Hey, Brother Yong is back, come in quickly, there is a lame dog lying in front of our house every day for the past few days, be careful when you go out in the future, don't be bitten. ”

Mu Shi was muttering to himself, and then turned around and saw Liu Yong, and hurriedly beckoned him to call him back to the yard, while he carried a garbage can made of bamboo strips in one hand and a smaller broom in the other, and walked to the garbage pile made of green bricks not far away.

Seeing Mu walking away, the yellow dog stuck his head out of a street corner again, and saw Liu Yong looking at him, his half-bald tail wagging non-stop, sticking out his tongue and looking at Liu Yong.

Liu Yong walked into the kitchen room, tossed for a while, took out a freshly steamed steamed bun from the pot, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and threw it at the yellow dog.

The yellow dog jumped up sharply, bit it, then looked behind Liu Yong, ran away with a steamed bun in his mouth.

"You are also ......"

Liu Yong was about to complain about the yellow dog's behavior of running away when he got food, but before he could speak, he felt a pain in his ears.

"Why are you so generous? Freshly steamed steamed buns, what are you doing for them? ”

After Mu finished throwing out the garbage, he came back just in time to see the picture of Liu Yong throwing the steamed buns to the yellow dog, and stepped forward to pull Liu Yong's ear and said.

"It hurts, it hurts, mother, lightly."

Liu Yong kept shouting on tiptoe.

"I think it's pitiful, its legs are lame......"

"The leg is lame, maybe it was bitten whose baby was broken, and it doesn't deserve sympathy! Mother told you that you have to be careful when you see this wild dog, in case it is bitten, you will not be able to save it if you are sick. ”

"It doesn't bite, I've seen it for many days, I give it food, and it lets me touch ......"

Liu Yong tried to explain.

"You're still close to touching it? Don't want to live anymore? This wild dog is not like a family breed, it is fierce and ruthless, and we are less bitten by wild dogs every year in Tokyo City? The Zhou family next door, didn't they let a little baby die the year before last? I also ran into a wild dog scurrying around in the alley, and I didn't save it when I sent it to the hospital. ”

Mu Shi saw that Liu Yong still dared to scold his mouth, so he grabbed his ear with one hand and entered the courtyard, and closed the gate firmly with his hand.

"I'll tell you, see this dog again in the future, give me a ...... far away"

To be continued......