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Rose shaved off her long hair, which she didn't cherish, even though it was long, black, and glossy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This long hair is a feminine characteristic, and if you talk about feminine characteristics, no one is as prominent as her mother, and no one is as beautiful as her mother, but her mother's beauty has not brought her any good luck, and what haunts her is always greed, lust. Love, longing, her femininity makes her seem to have no choice but to be a plaything.

Rose likes her mother, but doesn't want to be like her.

She's a rose, not sex. Toy.

She has an independent personality and will never be swayed by others!

So she shaved off her long hair and dressed herself as a teenager.

Even as a teenager, Rose is not handsome, although her eyes are bright and bright, but after all, they are too small, and the light projected by this is not enough to express through such a small window, so she looks ordinary and thin, not much different from ordinary rural teenagers.

Rose rode a three-year-old green mule, and she didn't know how to ride a horse, but this kind of mule had a gentle temperament, and even a scholar who had no power to tie a chicken could use it as a substitute, so she chose a mule instead.

Although there are still some days on the winter solstice, but the power of winter has begun to show, the trees of Qilu land began to fall leaves, these leaves that have experienced spring and midsummer have lost their last wisps of vitality under the blowing of the cold wind, and they have no choice but to fall to the ground.

A blade was blown by the wind and rattled, and he didn't seem to die so quickly, he was struggling, roaring, roaring.

"Let me live, I don't want to die yet!" Rose seemed to hear the leaves say this.

The wind showed no mercy, and continued to blow the leaves, and he tried his best to connect himself with the trunk with his petioles, and to fight to the death with all his strength.

However, he failed, and after a few unwilling beats, after a few thunderous beats, the trunk could not hold on to it, and had to watch sadly as the leaf slowly withered to the ground, making a poignant arc through the air.

Rose slowly closed her eyes and quietly experienced this rather tragic and magnificent scene, how similar this is to human death! They all don't want to die, they all slowly accept the decline and death of life, and they all gradually perish under irresistible forces!

"If you meet someone who doesn't want to die, give him a good time, this struggle really makes everyone feel troubled." Rose thought.

There was a lot of noise in front of her, and Rose touched her waist with her hand, where there was something hard.

A dagger, called "Flower Thorn".

Although the rose is beautiful, it has thorns.

What justice, what morality, what family and country, these scholars don't understand the Tao Rose, for her, the "thorn" is justice.

There is no problem that cannot be solved with one knife, and if there is, then two.

The sound of sales, shouting, bargaining, roaring, people shouting and neighing, cattle calling, chickens and dogs neighing are in the ears, showing the prosperity of the red dust in the world.

It's a bazaar.

Rose slowly relaxed, if it was a market, there would be a lot of people, which would be very beneficial for her to hide herself.

She slowly urged the big green mule and walked to the front to look out, and there was a large forest in front of her. There seem to be a lot of tree species here, pine, cypress, ten mile, poplar, and there are some unknown wildflowers growing on the ground, the color is colorful, in the steep autumn wind, Ling Han opens, there should be some fragrance coming to the nose, but there are too many livestock in this market, their body odor, fecal smell has been completely mixed with the aroma of flowers and plants, becoming a sour smell with a hint of sweetness.

Rose wrinkled her nose, a little uncomfortable with the smell. She saw an old man in a white double-coat nearby, urged the mule over, and asked, "What's the name of this place?" ”

The old man used to wander leisurely in the bazaar, negotiating prices with mules and horses from time to time, and arguing with the sale of incense and candles, which seemed quite leisurely. Hearing Rose's words, he glanced back, his eyes wrinkled, and he didn't speak.

Thinking that he didn't understand what she was saying, Rose couldn't help but ask again, "What's the name of this place?" ”

The old man seemed to be a little angry, he snorted coldly, did not speak, and looked at Rose coldly.

Rose was a little annoyed, she quietly stretched out her hand to her waist, but the hard touch immediately reminded her that this was not the time to kill, and the person in front of her would not be guilty of death, if anyone disrespected her would be killed, wouldn't her dagger be killed to the curling blade?

So she frowned again and asked, "What did I do wrong?" ”

The old man finally spoke: "Boy, do you know where this is?" This is Confucius, the hometown of Confucius! Here in our Qufu, the elder loves the young, and the young respects the elder, this is the etiquette and etiquette! You ask me on a mule, this is rudeness! I see that you are young and ignorant, and I probably have not read the scriptures of the saints, so I hereby remind you that if you go elsewhere, be careful of causing trouble! When the old man said this "Confucius", he looked longing and pious, as if this was a god with boundless power.

"The Confucius you are talking about is so amazing, is this Confucius still alive? Did he say that if anyone does not respect the old and love the young, they will be arrested and killed? Rose asked curiously.

The old man was angry, his beard was all white, about half a foot long, and he shook up and down because of his anger, like the tail of a white horse: "You don't even know Confucius? Let's go, let's go, we don't welcome offspring like you in Qufu! ”

Rose didn't know Confucius, let alone who Confucius was. This person is probably dead, otherwise he wouldn't have said that he was "hometown". This made her very strange, if a living person, a strong man or a samurai, could force others to respect the old and love the young, it was possible, because whoever disobeyed would be killed; But what a powerful power is a dead man, a man who can no longer kill people, and yet can make others spontaneously follow his rules?

Rose vaguely recognized that there seemed to be a power that worked better than her dagger, because her dagger could only make others stop talking, while the power of the person "Confucius" could make the mouth of the other person say what he wanted to hear.

Even if you die, you have to listen to him.

Rose was suddenly intrigued by this power.

I heard that Qufu Konglin was originally a place to burn incense and worship, good men and women gathered here to burn incense and worship, and later merchants and farmers from all over the country came here to do business, and the result slowly became a grand assembly, called "Lin Men Hui", and those who had good deeds were called "the first meeting in the country". Calculate that today is the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, which is the day of the "Forest Gate Meeting". Although she felt that what the old man said was also reasonable, but since she had achieved her goal, she naturally did not need to entangle with the old man anymore, so Rose turned the direction of the mule and went in the direction of the market center, leaving the old man behind him to roar "The world is going down, the people's hearts are not ancient", "The world is thin, and the etiquette is broken".

She didn't understand any of them, so she didn't care at all.

The vendors sell a lot of things, including local products from all over the world, such as Dong'e Ejiao, Leling Golden Silk Jujube, Cangshan garlic, and Yantai apples; There are various sacrificial items, such as incense sticks, yellow paper, candles, gold and silver bills; There are also those who set up sheds to sell snacks, such as baked cakes, steamed buns, and oil swirls, which are dazzling. Since she scavenged dozens of taels of silver and silver tickets from the Jade Heavenly King, Rose is no longer short of money, and she can't figure out why people save money - everyone in this world can die at any time anyway, even if it is a martial artist like the Jade Heavenly King, won't he die at the mouth of his mother? Therefore, instead of saving money for others to spend, it is better to spend it before you die. Rose opened the money bag, took out a large piece of silver from it, and said to a jujube seller, "Hey, you, bring me a pound of jujubes." ”

She spoke quite rudely, which is not very common in the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, but the large piece of silver in her hand was worn by the vendor in the blue cloth jacket and the turban and immediately forgot the "politeness", only to see him shout loudly: "Little brother, your silver is too big, I'm afraid you don't have ten taels of silver, you can buy the small stall!" ”

Rose frowned, this is a problem, along the way her scattered silver has been spent, only this large piece is left, I didn't expect to be able to draw it now. She grabbed a small jujube and put it in her mouth, this jujube was already shriveled, and only criss-crossed wrinkles were left on the red surface, like the face of an old woman, but the taste was indeed surprisingly good, and the long-lost sweetness reminded Rose of the white sugar that her mother gave her when she was alive. Rose rolled her eyes and asked, "If I buy five catties of dates, it will probably cost less silver?" ”

"It's almost a penny." The peddler replied with a smile, and quickly wrapped Rose with five catties of dates, for fear that she would regret it halfway, and it was obvious that the business of these five catties of dates was a big business for him.

Rose didn't know how much the date cost was, and she didn't bother to ask, there was only two differences between what she could afford and what she couldn't afford, and as for the price, it was just a game of numbers for her, and she couldn't count it. Rose drew her dagger, its sharp blade glowing coldly in the sunlight.

"Little brother, what are you? Don't use the knife! The vendor looked at Rose with some panic and slowly stepped back.

Rose smiled at him, but unfortunately this smile was not very good, so the peddler was even more afraid, and he kept backing back, as if he was afraid that the ugly little brother in front of him would kill if he didn't agree with him.

With a wave of her dagger, Rose cut a piece of silver from the large silver nugget, which she put back in her bag and threw it to the vendor, who inherited her excellent stone-throwing skills and accurately hit the vendor in the forehead. Rose, ignoring the hawker's shouts, grabbed the dates and walked away.

She has money, and she can spend it, and she feels happy.