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Zhecheng is just a small city, similar to a modern county-level city, there are fewer people, if it weren't for the famous Confucian Qian Hongsheng here, maybe there would be fewer people.

Zhao Pu turned over and got off the donkey, Kite Ge always sat on the donkey, and his appearance was almost the same as five years ago, not to mention Zhao Pu's sister, just Zhao Pu's niece, it is estimated that some people believe it.

After all, the people at that time generally gave birth early.

There was basically no difficulty for Zhao Pu to lead the kite into the city, except for a few soldiers who glanced at the water spirit kite a few more times.

Fortunately, Zhao Pu also used to be a personal soldier when he was in Changzhou, and it was not too difficult to deal with these people.

It wasn't until he crossed the city gate that Zhao Pu pinched a sweat for himself, because when he touched it casually, he found that the kite singer was holding a dagger tightly, and he had murderous intentions against several soldiers.

Fortunately, I came here with the right answer, otherwise I would have to give birth to disaster.

Kite put away the dagger, just like this robe has a mechanism, in a blink of an eye, there is no feeling of hard metal all over his body, Kite Ge is like a harmless cat, lying on the back of a donkey, but a pair of eyes are still a little cold and cautious.

"If you're tired, you can sleep for a while." Looking at the big eyes of Kite Ge, Zhao Pu always felt a little pity, and said to her, "You basically didn't close your eyes this night. ”

"Brother doesn't have to worry about it." Iris Ge whispered to Zhao Pu and said, "When I was in the Pivotal Wind Pavilion before, I was accidentally caught by a warlord when I escaped, and I was imprisoned, and I didn't get a drop of water for three days and three nights, and my eyelids were hard for three days and three nights, and I couldn't open my mouth until I fainted. ”

The weak villain's resolute words made Zhao Pu feel a little relieved, and he wanted to comfort the little guy a few words, but he could only smash his mouth, after all, such a fierce little guy didn't need anyone to comfort him.

Maybe being a spy is supposed to be like that.

It's just that Zhao Pu, a spy, is a little too easy.

Kite Ge showed the way on the donkey's back, and Zhao Pu led the donkey on the ground and looked for the way around according to Kite Ge's instructions.

"Three Thousand Pavilions?"

Zhao Pu looked up at the door in front of him and couldn't help but laugh a little.

Kite Ge said in a low voice, "Qian Hongsheng is a contemporary celebrity, but he was humiliated once before. ”

It turned out that Mr. Qian Hongsheng's original private school was not optimistic about this person, and when he was a child, he wrote essays, and Mr. Private School pointed out one by one, saying that there was a Confucian scholar who was present and whose ink was worth 10,000 silver.

When he arrived at Qian Hongsheng, the young Qian Hongsheng went up the article with great interest, and the private school gentleman only said that it was worth three thousand dollars.

It is still the most worthless money made of lead and iron.

For a while, the private school was full of laughter.

Only Qian Hongsheng himself, from that day on, remembered the words of Mr. Private School.

It was also from that day that Qian Hongsheng gave himself a number, the number three thousand.

Hence the name of these 3,000 halls.

Ten years have passed, when those who are as good as gold join the infantry, and those who are worth ten thousand silver work hard in the market, only Qian Hongsheng is a high-ranking official loyal to the imperial court.

I heard that it was also when the Later Jin army was defeated, and he was martyred in an official position.

Pity this man who values righteousness, but he was born in the wrong era and is loyal to the wrong person.

Zhao Pu pursed his lips, thinking that this kind of person is willing to be a person who is full of peach and plums, it seems to be a good vision, and he can't help but feel relieved for a while.

After saying these things in one breath, Kite Ge still didn't stop, and continued, "After Qian Hongsheng resigned, he returned to Zhecheng, which is his hometown. ”

Zhao Pu couldn't help but be speechless, "Such a person does have something to respect." ”

Kite Ge nodded, "If my brother wants to enter these three thousand pavilions as a guest, then this threshold is really not high." ”

"Well, I'm prepared."

Running to the Three Thousand Pavilion from afar, Zhao Pu realized that he had miscalculated after all.

After entering the city, I also walked for a while, and it was about the time of the hour.

I ran all the way and came early in the morning, but I didn't expect that the door of the 3,000 Pavilion was already crowded with people.

It seems that almost all the younger children in this small border city have come for the only remaining place of disciples.

I have to say that being a guest in troubled times is indeed a good choice.

After all, scholars from poor backgrounds can have the opportunity to eat and drink, help others write poems and write poems when they have trouble, and basically have only one role when they have nothing to do - waste food.

Of course, when you are a guest, you are also in danger of being implicated and beheaded.

However, for a person like Qian Hongsheng, who has long ceased to be an official, this possibility is basically non-existent.

When the morning came, the entrance of the Three Thousand Pavilion was already crowded with people, but no one dared to speak loudly.

Inside the door is the sound of Lang reading aloud, if the sound is good, the rich voice is reciting, it is the mean.

Zhao **** went to a secluded place and helped Kite Song down.

I simply bought two bowls of soup cakes, and the two of them ate them quickly.

As soon as he went out, many scholarly children who applied for the door tidied up the cuffs of their clothes, afraid that they would be half unsafe.

Zhao Pu didn't have those thoughts, he just lowered his head and ate the soup cake - he had no image enough along the way, he couldn't go in while eating a big porcelain bowl, right?

I only heard the housekeeper say, "Qian Gong was worried about the prosperity of the country last night, and he couldn't sleep, so there was a little delay this morning. ”

"It is a blessing for the country to have money."

"Qian Gong Da Confucian, he is so simple, he only eats porridge and side dishes every morning, so clear and reduced in the end, Confucius is alive."

For a time, the shouts of many whiskers and horses were endless.

The housekeeper waved his hand, and said with a polite smile on his face, "Please wait, and Gong Qian will greet you later." ”

Zhao Pu ate the soup cake quickly, but there was a simple person in ragged clothes beside him, it was obviously summer, but he shrunk his sleeves, looking cold.

"Qian Gong is a great Confucian, only the clear porridge is bland, this clear porridge is in the eyes of our small people, but it is a treasure only available in the New Year." The man sighed as if he felt sorry for himself, "I only know corn and white potatoes on weekdays, and the last time I ate such a delicacy as clear porridge, I don't even know when it was." ”

Zhao Pu looked at this person, and naturally knew that this guy shrank down, not because he was cold, but because he was hungry.

Look at this guy's face is yellow and thin, but he tries his best to straighten his body, just like a poor scholar in ancient times.

Zhao Pu immediately beckoned, "You...... Eat or not? (To be continued.) )