Zhang Yuan held an oil-paper umbrella in front, carefully looking for a foothold, there is no drainage gutter on Sandai Street, when it rains, the street will be waterlogged, and the creek stones that pave the street are uneven, Zhang Yuan will find those street stones exposed on the stagnant water to settle down, the street stones have been trampled on for many years, so you have to be careful to slip -

Walking this way, one or two trips may seem interesting, but the fallen people who live here obviously don't find it interesting every time they go in and out, but they are also used to it, and they have nothing to complain about.

The fallen people are very industrious, and they are not idle at home on this rainy day, Zhang Yuan walked in slowly, heard the "boom" sound of playing cotton, saw the father and son sitting by the door and burned the paper house for the deceased, smelled the sweet aroma of boiled sugar, and suddenly heard the melodious and poignant sound of the huqin, the sound of the plate drum also came in, as well as suona and three strings-

"Young master, these depraved people are still very happy, playing and singing, I heard that the master who plays the three strings in the dining class is also from this Sandai Street."

Xiao Xi Nu Wuling felt that it was very lively here.

Zhang Yuan knew that this was the music of the fallen people practicing music, this should be the predecessor of Shaoxing Opera Yue Opera, and Yue Opera was developed by the fallen people of Shaoxing.

A woman in a black bikini stood under the eaves and looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to go out, Zhang Yuan approached and asked, "May I ask, does the little girl who often sells oranges in front of Dashan Temple live here, that girl has some yellow hair, is not very old, and is about the same height as me." ”

This young master-looking person actually made a gesture to her, which made the woman a little frightened, and she didn't understand what Zhang Yuan said, Zhang Yuan repeated it again, and the woman said: "I don't know if the young master is asking if it's true, Zhenzhen was selling oranges in Dashan Temple a few days ago?" ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Does that really know martial arts?" ”

The woman said: "I don't know this slut, but the real father seems to know martial arts, and everyone here calls him Huang Xu Lux Lux." ”

Zhang Yuanxin said: "Yellow beard? That's for sure, the fallen girl was bluffed and bullied and only dared to run away and didn't dare to fight back, it can be seen that she rarely shows her skills in ordinary times, well, it's true, this name is good, the dream is really true, the words are really illusory-"

After asking about the location of Zhenzhen's house, Zhang Yuan thanked the woman, and continued to walk deeper into the alley with Wuling and Nengzhu.

The woman watched Zhang Yuan and the three of them walk away, and then she held a broken umbrella and walked towards the alley, but before she reached the alley, four men strode over, wearing wide bamboo hats, straw sandals under their feet, and one of them split her face and asked: "Wu Na slut, does the little slut who sold oranges in Dashan Temple live on this street a few days ago?" ”

The depraved woman quickly stepped aside and asked, "Is it true?" ”

"What is true and false." The man glared and said, "I'm asking about the little slut who sells oranges, don't you know?" ”

The woman saw the fierce and vicious appearance of these four men, and did not dare to speak more: "I don't know, a few masters ask others." ”

The man snorted, strode along with his three companions, and the sewage splashed the woman's bijia, and the woman said in her heart: "This group is looking for the truth, what has the truth happened?" But the young master of Svendorite from before shouldn't have come to find real trouble—"

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Zhang Yuan followed the woman's guidance, found a house with a bamboo sedan chair erected in front of the door, the narrow wooden door was closed, Zhang Yuan put away the umbrella, went over to knock on the door, only knocked twice and heard someone in the house ask: "Who is it?" ”

This is exactly the voice of the fallen girl, Zhang Yuan's previous worries have been put down, and the bluffs should not have come to disturb him, so he responded: "It's me, Zhang Jiezi." ”

Of course, the fallen girl didn't know who Zhang Jiezi was, but she heard a little familiar voice, opened the door with a "squeak", and saw Zhang Yuan standing under the low eaves, her black and blue eyes widened suddenly, and she looked very surprised, and quickly bowed her head and blessed, and asked: "This young master, is there anything wrong, then thank you very much." When she raised her head, there was a hint of vigilance and stubbornness in her humble demeanor, she didn't know what Zhang Yuan was doing here, she had been on guard against the lama bluff for the past few days, although she knew that Zhang Yuan and those horns were not all the way, but she still felt nervous.

Before Zhang Yuan could answer, he heard a man in the inner room ask, "Zhenzhen, who is it?" ”

The girl named Zhenzhen didn't know how to answer, so she had to say, "Young master, who is your father asking you?" ”

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "My surname is Zhang, Zhang Yuan, Zhang Jiezi, and I live in Fuxue Palace." ”

The man in the back room said: "Young Master of the Zhang family, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the villain has been sick recently, and he can't listen to the errand, so the young master will find someone else, I'm sorry-" coughed violently.

The fallen girl really saw Zhang Yuan's frowning slightly, and she thought that Zhang Yuan was not here to find her father, so she said softly: "My father is a sedan chair man, he has been sick for several days, and he can't go to work-young master of the Zhang family, what do you command?"

This fallen girl is really wearing a blue and black skirt like other fallen women, but her snow-white face and bright eyes are like white lotus born in the mud, which is the real Pengsheng shine.

Zhang Yuan put up the tip of the umbrella and dripped, and said, "It's nothing, just come and see, those horns didn't come to disturb me, right?" ”

The fallen girl really said: "I didn't come, I'm really afraid that they will come, and my father is sick again-Young Master Zhang, do you want to come in and sit down?" ”

The fallen girl's really snow-white cheeks were slightly red, a little shy, a little cowardly.

There were already people in the neighborhood who were watching, and it was not like standing in front of the door, Zhang Yuan said: "Okay." "Follow Zhenzhen into the house, this house is low and narrow, there are only two rooms inside and outside, the outside is the stove for cooking, and there is a square wooden table, a few low stools, although shabby and simple, but they are all cleaned up, it will not look dirty and dirty, but there is a smell of herbs in the house, and the smell of patients, Zhang Yuan is more sensitive to these, well, a small clay pot on the stove is "cooing" decoction, is there only this father and daughter in this family, this young girl has to go out to sell oranges, and take care of her sick father, You can see that this is difficult-

Obviously, there has never been a distinguished guest like Zhang Yuan in this house, and the girl is really a little unsure of how to respond to the guest, her hands are pinned behind her back, her face is flushed, and her eyes dare not look at Zhang Yuan, or Zhang Yuan reminded her: "Is the medicine fried?" She just woke up from a big dream with an "ah", turned around and poured the medicine in the clay pot into a porcelain bowl, held it in her hand and said, "Young Master Zhang, then I'll feed my father the medicine first." ”

Zhang Yuan said: "What disease does Ling Zun have?" "I thought that your father was called Huangsu Lux and should be strong, what disease knocked him down?

Zhenzhen looked at the medicinal gas rising in the bowl in his hand, and said, "Daddy suddenly became ill, with a high fever, yellow all over his body, and fainting-" A tear fell in the medicine bowl, and quickly wiped the tears.

Zhang Yuan knew some pathological common sense, and said: "This should be jaundice, where did the doctor prescribe it?" ”

Zhenzhen raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise and asked, "Will the young master be cured?" ”

Zhang Yuan didn't answer, and pointed to the medicine bowl in her hand.

Zhenzhen replied: "This is a herb picked with the help of a neighbor, but it is a little useful, but the yellow fever is inexhaustible." ”

Zhang Yuan knew that this fallen family was poor and couldn't afford the doctor's consultation, so he had to eat some herbs indiscriminately, and if he couldn't carry it, he would die, and he said: "I, Zhang Yuan, am not a savior, but since I have seen it, then help him, my father knows martial arts, and he is better than being a sedan chair man, how can he let him die of illness under this broken house." Then he said: "Don't take this medicine, can your father still walk, follow me to the doctor to see a doctor." ”

The fallen girl was really surprised and delighted, and shouted to the inner room: "Daddy-" put down the medicine bowl again, jumped into the inner room, and soon helped out a burly man, this big man was in his thirties, his face was like pale gold, a short beard under his chin, and his beard was golden.

Dahan Qiang held on and said: "Young Master Zhang, villain Mu Jingyan, young master kindness, villain father and daughter are grateful." ”

Mu Jingyan said that he heard his daughter come back and said that there was a young master in the mountain behind Dashan Temple who helped her, and at this time he saw that Zhang Yuan was only a young man, and he was a little relieved, he was afraid that he coveted his daughter's beauty, and his daughter was still young, only fourteen years old this year.

Zhang Yuan saw Mu Jingyan's legs trembling, and it was obviously impossible to walk from here to Luyun Valley of Wulu Bridge, so he said: "Really girl, you find a neighbor, I have a servant here, and the two of them use the bamboo sedan chair outside to carry your father to see a doctor." ”

Mu Zhenzhen said: "I can carry my father." ”

At this moment, I heard a rough voice shouting outside the door: "Mu Zhenzhen, Mu Zhenzhen, that little slut, come out for Lao Tzu!" ”

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