This year, Zhang Fei was seventeen years old and Zhao Yun was fourteen years old, and it was their first meeting.

Since then, Zhang Fei has followed Zhao Yun with all his heart, the reason? It's very simple, he dreams of returning the shame with his own hands and defeating him in public.

"That guy is a bastard!" Fifty years later, the old Zhang Fei told his son Zhang Bao indignantly: "I can't beat him, son, remember my father's words, if you can't beat him, run away." ”

How much alcohol does Zhang Yide drink? The words that came out of drinking two taels of liquor were definitely not in his heart, and he secretly looked around, for fear that someone would overhear and spread the words and beat them again, it hurt.

At first, he did have a desire for revenge.

Gradually, Zhang Fei found that things were very wrong, because Zhao Yun had never been so violent with others.

When asked why, the man just said lightly: "Those who beat people will always beat them!" ”

"Mencius" said: "Those who love others will always love them; Those who respect others will always respect them". Big brother, have I read Mencius well?

When he returned home, Zhang Fei found out various versions of Mencius, but he couldn't find the source of that sentence.

Approaching Zhu Zhechi and following Zhao Yun's side, the feeling was very strange, he was no longer so violent, and he was becoming more and more friendly.

Of course, that's for later.

Seeing that the villain who was about to beat her husband was taken down by a distant cousin, Zhao Xiang smiled happily.

"Brother Yun???" As soon as she exited, she found that something was wrong, and quickly changed her words: "Third son, you wait, I won't accept the money from your master over the years, I'll give it to you right away." ”

"It's better to call it Yun'er," Zhao Yun smiled: "Sister, you keep the money, I really don't need it." Sit down, I've seen your two siblings, you haven't seen them yet. ”

"Sister Yi, Yan'er, Ni'er, Yun'er, you came to meet my sister," he beckoned, "When I was a child, she loved me like my sister, and you should treat her as my own sister." ”

After being reborn, Zhao Yun was very unsociable, basically had no friends, and no one cared about him.

After becoming famous, he became more and more lonely, and there were fewer and fewer people around him who could talk to him, after all, he had a big secret of crossing over, and he was deliberately keeping a distance from ordinary people.

However, he will always remember that when he was three years old, he ran to the field alone and studied why the yield per mu was only a pitiful dozens or hundreds of catties, and the common people had to starve to death when they encountered a famine.

However, Zhao Yun in his previous life had never farmed, and he was a little older in this life, so he didn't have a chance to farm even if he wanted to.

After a while, his head and body were covered with mud, like a mud monkey.

"Whose family are you?" Was Sister Nine or Ten years old that year? Zhao Yun couldn't remember.

The only thing he remembered was that he didn't speak, just looked at the smiling face fixedly, and didn't have any hypocrisy and hesitation because of his dirtiness.

At that moment, Zhao Xiang took Xiao Zhao Yun's hand to the edge of the pond and washed his hands carefully.

If it's an old lady, she will definitely have to babble a lot of things, what will not be allowed in the future, and if you go out and get covered in mud, you will have to beat your ass and something.

But Sister didn't, from beginning to end, she didn't say a word of reproach.

She just patiently washed the hands and feet of the little boy she had just met, and wiped some marks on the dusty clothes with wet hands.

The status of the two families is getting more and more different, and the sweetest memory of Zhao Yun at home is to go to Sister A, have a meal at her house, and look at her virtuous appearance with a smile.

Before going to Yingchuan, Sister A's parents died one after another, and the first thing Zhao Yun said after seeing Zhao Xiang was: "Sister, in the future, you will go to Zhending County to make a living." ”

Not to mention, Zhao Yun has a lot of private money since he was a child, with more than 100 gold, and he is not a person who spends money indiscriminately. Besides, in the era of underdeveloped commerce, there was no place to spend money if you wanted.

Zhao Xiang is ingenious and can make steamed buns, Zhao Yun recalled the principle of some steamed buns and told her about them.

At noon that day, he ate his first steamed bun after the crossing.

The cousin-in-law was at a loss and saw several warblers and Yanyan talking around their wives.

The winter before last, he fled to Zhending, hungry, but he didn't beg for food like ordinary people.

What are you kidding, a dignified husband, how can you do such a lowly thing?

However, don't people say that it must be heaven, how can they not find a good livelihood?

There were still the last three coins left on his body, and when he saw a few big characters on Zilong Baozi, he couldn't move anymore.

The scent of buns wafting out of it made him salivate. But he knew that the money on his body was not enough to eat.

"Little calf, are you lazy?" A beautiful woman came out of it and saw the little maid struggling to unload a bag of flour from the carriage: "The shop is waiting to be used." ”

She is Zhao Xiang, and the flour in the store is backed up every day, but yesterday was the winter solstice, and the customer flow increased greatly, and it was almost time to close.

Although she is the boss, she does not have the shelves of ordinary bosses, and she is busy with the shopkeepers and the little guys, so tired that she can't straighten her waist and forgets to count the inventory of flour.

Seeing that the bag of flour was held in Zhao Xiang's hand, it was a pity that his feet slipped and he was about to fall.

said that it was too late, and he completed the action of carrying flour in one hand and saving people in one hand.

"Are you alright?" He was cold and hungry, his voice was a little hoarse, and he forgot to hold them in his arms.

The guests knew that the proprietress Zhao Xiang was a beauty, and Zhending people also knew that she was a big beauty, but the big words of Zilong Bun Shop discouraged everyone who wanted to make up their minds.

I never thought that she was so harmonious in a man's arms, and the picture was beautiful.

Zhao Xiang had never been hugged by a man, and her heart suddenly bumped into her heart like a deer.

Secretly glanced up at the savior, the flowing beard was dizzying.

Han men have beards, not because they like beards, but because men with status must keep them.

The Han people have the habit of growing beards and pay attention to the dignity of beards, and they respect beards and take the trouble to classify them carefully.

For example, the beard on the upper lip is called "mustache", the beard on the lower lip is called "粜", the beard next to the cheeks is called "mustache", and the beard on the chin is called "folds".

This thoughtful and wordy division fully shows the heartfelt love for the beard.

"Let me go," Zhao Xiang buried his head: "Everyone is watching." ”

"Good!" He was a little distracted, he hadn't been close to a woman in a long time.

"Where's the flour?" He gently lowered her to the ground, grabbing a bag of flour in each hand.

"Oh, follow me!" The little cow has been in a sluggish state, from the time the proprietress was hugged to the beautiful man lifting the flour, he felt that his head couldn't turn around.

You know, the proprietress is a goddess in the hearts of diners and guys, and there are really men who can get close to her.

It was difficult to carry the bag of flour by itself, and it seemed very easy for people to carry one bag in one hand.

Usually I have to unload half an hour of flour, and in the blink of an eye, I will be able to divide it by the big man.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Zhao Xiang didn't slow down yet, and asked casually.

"Yes!" He nodded honestly: "I haven't eaten enough for four days." ”

This guy can really eat, in the box, Zhao Xiang held his cheeks with both hands, and watched him eat five drawers of buns in one go.

"I have low profits here and cheap prices, because Yun'er said that small profits are quick turnover." She opened her mouth and said: "Yun'er and I are divided fifty-fifty, you have to work, and you don't get much salary." ”

"My name is Guan Yunchang!" He said angrily.

Since then, he has stayed, and a month later the two lived together without a wedding, and now their son is two years old.