"It's Chen Zhuang in front!" Xia Li held the basket on his lap with one hand, and pointed diagonally forward with the other. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Now that the sky is bright, Xia Yuanding looks over, hidden under the mulberry trees, plane trees, and elm trees, and there are curling smoke rising.

Now that they have just started to eat breakfast, they have been walking for nearly an hour, and when they look back, they can no longer see the appearance of Dushan Village.

Eating the food in his mouth, Xia Yuanding kept looking around, whether it was the wildflowers blooming on the side of the road or the occasional noise in the ditch, it was the target of his observation.

"Mother, is my grandfather's house in which direction?" Xia Yingxue took two bites of steamed buns and pointed in one direction with her slender fingers.

"Yes, it is in the northeast direction, going out from our village, and going upstream along the Yingliu River, it is Li Wei." Mother explained.

If you know, you know, but Xia Yingxue deliberately looked at her younger brother after getting her mother's answer, which made Xia Yuanding puzzled, don't you just know, what is there to be proud of.

I think that back then, he knew astronomy and geography, and was familiar with ancient and modern times, and traveled freely at home and abroad. He has the whole world hidden in his brain.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and after passing through a village, Xia Yuanding found that there were more people on the road.

Some carry grain, some carry farming tools, and some pull the craft of weaving, some made of bamboo and wood.

The most envious is the one who can ride a horse, whistling in, leaving a dusty place.

When it was almost noon, Xia Yuanding looked from a distance and saw a forest of houses, mostly wooden structures, high and low, distributed along both sides of the street.

Walking in again, you can see the store's high-hanging banners, cloth villages, silk shops, inns, restaurants and so on.

"We're here!"

"That's it!" Xia Yuanding thought in his heart, there is a three-story restaurant, and the others are one- or two-story wooden buildings, this town is really a town.

The place where the villagers gather is the market, which is a large open space, located in the south of the town, because the town is a long north-south distribution, and going to the market is the act of passing through the town.

Xia Yuanding and his sister waited on the ox cart, and his parents wanted to sell the satin cloth and eggs they brought.

As I walked and stopped, I saw that there were fewer and fewer things on the ox cart, and then it was time to buy wine, salt, sauce, etc.

"Yuan Ding, what are you doing!" When he arrived at the set, Xia Yuanding wanted to go down to have a look, but was pulled by his sister.

"I want to go down and have a look, can't I?"

There are people juggling now, it's really a rare thing, Xia Yuanding wants to go down and squeeze into the crowd to see how people are performing, and whether there is real kung fu.

"Yuan Ding stay in the car, we'll go back in a while!" It is also forbidden for his mother to act privately against Xia Yuanding. Mother and daughter are of the same heart, they are really the same.

"Okay, go to the front and buy you a bunch of sugar gourds!" Xia Shouzhi Xu was a little drifted when he bought wine, and promised his children two strings of sugar gourds.

Hearing this, Xia Li gave her husband a roll of the eyes, blaming him for spending money indiscriminately, but later he still had to pay for two strings of sugar gourds and spent two pennies. Of course, this is only a small amount of money, but it cost Xia Shouzhi fifty yuan to buy a hoe, not to mention the money to buy wine.

Fortunately, Xia Shouzhi also has a craft of stone carving, which is also the money he can accumulate to build a house. The stone mill of his own house was carved by himself, as well as the utensils for the livestock to drink.

After everything was bought, it was also noon, and Xia Shouzhi tied the cow and took the family to prepare for dinner. The restaurant with the word "wine" hanging high, just look at it, how can you really go.

Or go to the small stall that has set up a shed on the side of the road.

"Fifth Brother Zhu, come to three bowls of noodles!"

"Okay, it's going to be right away!" Xia Shouzhi eats noodles here every time he comes to the market, and he is also familiar with this stall owner.

As for why there are only three bowls, just look at the diners next to you, such a big bowl is enough for two children. Besides, a bowl of noodles costs ten cents.

A fragrance came into Xia Yuanding's nose, and after smelling it, he was sure that it was lard with chopped green onions, and turned his head to see that Chef Zhu had already begun to pour boiling water into the pot, and then put the noodles cut into strips.

"It would be nice if you could put some greens in there!" Looking at the noodles, Xia Yuanding still felt a little regretful, but this was already good, much stronger than Qing Shui's noodles.

"The noodles are coming!"

The noodles were served one after another, around the square table, and the family began to eat at sea, while Xia Shouzhi had to observe his ox cart, and the things he bought were all taken to the side of the seat.

Most of them were countrymen dressed in coarse cloth like them, and a few were merchants dressed in silk, but the scholars wearing square scarves were only seen in front of the shops selling pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

Shinong businessman, how dare this businessman still wear such luxury, is this society already degenerate! This kind of flaunting of wealth should obviously be spurned, but how can the villagers look at them with envy.

If that's the case, what kind of books does he still follow his grandfather to study, it is better to go into business, I believe that with his knowledge reserves, it is not a piece of cake for the rich side.

It is true that he did not know how to make paper, but he knew printing; He can't memorize the complete four famous novels in his mind, but he just knows the classic passages, and the result of love is not a butterfly; He didn't know how to make wine, so he found someone who knew how to experiment slowly, and after a long time, it happened to be finished.

Thinking of his mother's hard work to weave the silk out, but she was wearing it so plainly, and those who were not suitable for farming and weaving were wearing it so well, Xia Yuanding had a flash of inspiration, and two lines of poetry suddenly popped out of his mouth, "Those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders!" ”

Now it was a disaster, and the silk man passing by stopped to look at the little man who was reciting poetry, and the verse was plain, as if to say a fact, but each had its own understanding, and this person might feel that it was ironic.

"Wu Na Xiao'er, you were reciting poetry just now!"

Xia Yuanding saw that the shout was not the man in silk who had been staring at them, but a young man who was reading and dressing up. And what he was holding in his hand was nothing else, just white paper and a pen.

I didn't see it, Xia Yuanding glanced at it and turned around, hoping that his father's ox cart would become a Ferrari at this moment and quickly escape from the city. The cow pulling the cart bowed its head and was silent, it had done its best, and if you were not satisfied, you could go down and walk on your own.

"Stop, stop!"

Xia Shouzhi rushed to the market to pull the cow, and the young scholar stood in front of the cow, so he had to ask if he wanted to go on, just say What do these two poems have to do with you.

"Why are you in the way, how can it be good to hit you!" Xia Shouzhi didn't want to be related to others, in fact, what he wanted to say was that you were reckless in the way, and you were unlucky to be in the way, but after all, the other party was a scholar, and he still had to give face to others.

"I just happened to hear the sentence 'Luo Qi is not a silkworm farmer', it is really a sentence that is appropriate to the situation, I don't know where your child learned it, I didn't expect that in this poor and remote country, there is such a talent, I should visit it as soon as possible!" After speaking, the scholar looked intoxicated.

After listening to the scholar's words, Xia Shouzhi looked back at his son and asked in a low voice, "Yuan Ding, those two sentences you just said?" ”

Could it be that to tell the truth, it is "Silkworm Woman" written by a poet named Zhang Yu in the Northern Song Dynasty, this is definitely not good. Take it for yourself, say that you made it yourself, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue, a child who doesn't know a word can compose a poem, it's not realistic, can you imagine that you have to hold back the pain of ten or eight years to become a poet. There's only one way to go.

"I learned it from my grandfather!" Xia Yuanding said this very skillfully, and did not say that it must be a poem written by his grandfather.

"Then I don't know where Ling Zun lives, can you tell me the name?"

"No way!" Xia Shouzhi just wanted to tell people, but Xia Yuanding immediately spoke out against it, which was very abnormal.

"Yuan Ding, why is this?" With this question, eight eyes were staring at him, asking him to be honest.

The powerful oppressive aura did not make him succumb. I saw Xia Yuanding calmly take out the white water eggs that his mother boiled for him from his backpack, a total of two were boiled, and now there is only one left.

After peeling the egg, he broke half of it and stuffed it for his sister to eat, and then Xia Yuanding asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's a little choking, I want to drink water!" Xia Yingxue said after eating.

Xia Yuanding turned his head, his expression forcibly remained calm, and then turned around and smiled and let his mother eat the other half of the egg. The same asked: "Mother, are the eggs delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, Ding'er is so good!" Xia Li said with a smile.

This is the real relative, Xia Yuanding's anger finally turned into joy in his heart, and then solemnly said to the young scholar: "The eggs are delicious, why bother to know the old hen that lays eggs!" ”

After saying this, the person was stunned, and Xia Yuanding had already asked his father to leave quickly.

When the young scholar reacted, he saw that the ox cart had gone a short distance, and then he felt that it was inappropriate to catch up, so he immediately shouted loudly in the back: "Fei Mingyuan in Feijia Village, Xia Sanhe County, Ling Zun must be a guest at home when passing by, and he will be swept away!" ”

"Fei Lang sighed!" It happened that someone was passing by, recognized Fei Mingyuan, and asked out loud.

"You see, I don't know where they live?" Pointing to the oxcart that had already left, Fei Mingyuan was a little unwilling.

"Hey, this is not simple, you can go to Zhu Wu's shop and ask, he will know!" Someone made a move for Fei Mingyuan.

Whether Zhu Wu would say anything, Xia Yuanding didn't know, he didn't know, and he was still immersed in the atmosphere of eggs being eaten.

The sun had turned southward to the west, and they felt a little hot, but it was good to bring water, otherwise they would have been thirsty.

Halfway through, Xia Yingxue blushed and made a request, so the car had to stop. Xia Li accompanied his daughter to the grass on the side of the road, and the cow also leisurely ate the grass on the side of the road, Xia Yuanding took the opportunity to get out of the car and pick a few small flowers, both red and blue, but I don't know what their names are.

Continue on the road, and there is no longer a comfortable place to face the blue sky with your back to the ground!