The next morning, Zhu Ding woke up in a room that smelled of musty, and Old Man Fang sat on a chair and curled up and fell asleep, but the direction of his head was still facing Zhu Ding. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This old man seems to really treat Zhu Ding as his own grandson.

Zhu Ding tiptoed up the bed, gently pushed open the door and closed it carefully, except for a few slight frictions, there was no other sound.

After washing, Zhu Ding pushed open the door of the stove room and sniffled.

There were firewood and grass clippings all over the ground, and there were even rats coiled around the edge of a clay bowl in the corner, and inside was a rotten lump of green hair that could not be seen; A thick layer of greasy on the lid of the pot was stained with countless dust, and when you peel it off, it is a large black pot with a concave surface painted with food residues.

How did this old man live to be so old?!

Wasted the strength of the cow, finally cleaned up the stove room, wiped the sweat, looked at the skylight, the hour was not early, but the old man still did not come out, it seems that the old man was really tired yesterday.

Washing rice, washing herbs, picking up the fire fold on the stove and lighting the fire, Zhu Ding sat in front of the stove and started a daze.

Naturally he can't think about anything in a daze, he is thinking about how to start his first step, now he is still a child after all, no matter what he does, it will get in the way or even backfire.

You need a loyal and reliable spokesperson, you need money, you need thugs, you need boats, you need sailors, you need ......

Zhu Ding sighed and looked at his smooth hands, which were empty.

It's hard to get started.

When the door folded, the porridge in the pot was already ready, Zhu Ding threw the herbs that had been picked and washed into the pot, and after a while, there was an irresistible fragrance rising.

"Why don't you sleep more, you're empty!"

The imposing old man Fang walked into the stove room, didn't even look at the medicinal porridge that made him difficult to release yesterday, and began to reprimand Zhu Ding when he entered the door, and then pulled him back to the house without saying anything, stuffed it into the quilt, and put a bowl of porridge carefully to warm it, and fed Zhu Ding to drink porridge in small sips.

Zhu Ding wanted to open his mouth to speak several times, but was glared back by the old man's stern eyes, so he could only give up, and after drinking a bowl of porridge, he honestly lay down on the couch to rest.

After a while, he heard the sound of baldness and gasping from the direction of the stove, and Zhu Ding couldn't help but smile.

After the meal, Old Man Fang was like taking care of the sick number, and he didn't know where to find a reclining chair, plus a blanket used as a mattress, so that Zhu Ding could bask in the sun in the courtyard.

July is the height of summer, and it is too hot to be shirtless when no one is around, and this is not Fengyang Town, but there is no fan or anything to let Zhu Ding cool off; Last night's "hot kang" had already made Zhu Ding's mouth and nose erupt when he got up in the morning, and now the sun had a mattress on his head, and Zhu Ding felt that he had the urge to turn his face.

There is a price to be paid for lying, and you cannot live for your own sin, and the world will repay you!

The hot sweat flowed, but the old man Fang looked too tightly, as long as Zhu Ding lifted the mattress slightly, he would get a stern look, and the old man's diligent quilt tucking corners.

Zhu Ding felt that even if he was lucky enough to get rid of his fate, he would have to be killed by the heat here today, becoming the first traverser in history to be roasted alive by the sun.

"Hey...... What kind of world is this! ”

Just when Zhu Ding didn't know how many times he tried to escape from the tattered mattress, the old man Fang, who had not been in any mood all morning, suddenly sighed faintly.

Zhu Ding, who was covered with sweat, asked this obscene optimistic old man in confusion: "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

Old man Fang cocked his goatee, smacked his lips, looked at the direction of the long street and sighed:

"I pity that Oiran girl, a twenty-eight beauty with a good hand, and a pity, pitiful, pitiful, pity, pity, but pity can't be pitied, this bitter red face......"

Old man, are you going to start singing? It's really tune......

Zhu Ding made the old man dumbfounded, and looked at the old man in a daze, and quickly coughed twice, and said in a hurry: "Grandpa, what happened to make you feel so emotional!" ”

It's not that the old man sings how ugly it is, on the contrary, the words are full of roundness; But an old man with white hair and white beard pinched his orchid fingers, a grudge, this style of painting made Zhu Ding instantly unable to feel the heat of the sun, it was too cold!

Old man Fang finally stopped singing, and said with reluctance and anger:

"A good Mingzhou Oiran, according to the practice of previous years, should be my Mingzhou genius recitation masterpieces, by the clan old Su Hui evaluation, the best of the best to give to the beauty, and then symbolically take out a little entangled assets to benefit the bustard's mother to teach labor, Lang Cai Woman looks like a spring night, how many good stories have been achieved.

But yesterday's Qixi Oiran meeting, there is a kind of Raushzi Goryeo prince to dominate the Oiran, if he says that his poetry and literary talent is better than my Mingzhou talent, it's okay, the skills are not as good as others.

But that straw bag doesn't even know why the poem is explained, relying on his two stinky money, and his identity as a foreign envoy, he is so strong and domineering the Oiran!

Pity my poor child, her skin is better than snow, and her face is delicate......"

Seeing that the old man was about to run away again, Zhu Dingteng stood up and shouted: "It's too much to deceive people!" Ignoring the pain in the soles of his feet, he turned into a swimming dragon and ran out of the courtyard with a smoke, leaving an ignorant old man and gone.

Zhu Ding ran out, of course, he didn't care about the life or death of the Oiran named Li'er, he cared about the life he had finally picked up!

Zhu Ding hid in a corner with rhubarb, waiting for the old man to run towards the main street like a gust of wind.

After the old man ran away, Zhu Ding bent down, touched the soft belly of the rhubarb, and after a while, he took off a token, which was the waist card of the Jinyi Wei and the commander; On the way here yesterday, he noticed that not far from the wharf, there was a yamen of the Jinyi Guard.

Zhu Ding led the rhubarb and was not in a hurry, and came to the dock like a stroll.

It is said that it is a wharf, but since the seven years of Hongwu, Mingzhou Port has been almost deserted, and the coolies and porters who are busy relying on the wharf to eat on weekdays have to find other jobs, and after a few years, it will be even more deserted here.

The morning exposure made Zhu Ding thirsty, so he casually found a well to fill a few mouthfuls, and he came to the vicinity of the Qianhu House, which had not been as vicious as in later generations, because it had not been established for a long time, and found a dead alley to hide.

Rhubarb wandered cautiously not far from the Thousand Households, until an hour later, when there was no one on the street, and a messenger in a flying fish suit came out of the yamen alone, and then he trotted to the man, and did not approach, and his voice made a low moan similar to pleading, and he took three steps and two steps back to lure the man.

The poor man seemed to be thinking about something, and his brows were tightly knit and worried, so he didn't notice that there was a big yellow dog not far from the yamen, and he didn't notice that the big yellow dog had run towards him.

When Rhubarb suddenly appeared in his sight, it really scared him, and he subconsciously put his hand on the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and only when he found out that it was a big dog did he relax and secretly scolded himself for being cowardly.

Rhubarb's actions aroused his curiosity, so he held the handle of the knife firmly in his right hand and followed it to the end of the dead end where Zhu Ding was.