Zhao Fushen didn't know what Zheng Guofan meant, he didn't know what he said, Zheng Guofan had to give him the allusions of two hundred and five, saying that an old boy was born and buried himself in studying all his life and hoped that high school would shine on the lintel, but he couldn't be lifted in the exam for a lifetime, and he was disheartened in his later years, but he didn't want the old tree to bloom, the examination room was frustrated, the heir was proud, and the mother-in-law he married gave birth to two sons in a row. Put the hope of the glorious lintel on the son, go out one day, let the wife urge the son, the eldest son is three hundred words, the younger son is two hundred words, and when he comes back in the evening to ask about his homework, the wife says that he wrote but wrote, but he did not distinguish between each other, and there was more than enough success and failure, two two hundred and five.

Zhao Fushen listened to his explanation interestingly, and laughed twice, "I was abrupt when I said this." "But there is a knot in my heart, after all, I am young and high, and my eyes are as big as a basket, and I have suffered a little loss from my uncle, but I want to make up such a joke to laugh at it, where is there anyone who names his son as a failure.

Seeing that the corners of his mouth twitched, and his laughter was a little dry, Zheng Guofan was a little inexplicable at first, and then his brain turned around, and he understood, he said the wrong thing, didn't the old shopkeeper Zhao just haven't been in place for a long time, and he didn't even have a son, and he said such a two-hundred-and-five allusion in front of his nephew, and it was strange that people didn't care much.

"Look at my mouth, it really shouldn't be." He slapped his palm, but he didn't want to explain too much, although the two hundred and five allusions were unintentional to him, but the listener was intentional.

Zhao Fushen said that it was okay, but the conversation between the two suddenly had such an indescribable barrier, Zheng Guofan smiled, sure enough, ten thousand words are better than one silence, how wrong it is to say more!

Zheng Guofan saw that there was nothing to say, so he invited Zhao Fushen to have breakfast together, Zhao Fushen said that he didn't have to be polite, he ate early in the morning, Zheng Guofan was not polite to him, since he said more wrong, it was better to finish the book carefully, anyway, if he didn't go south, he would not return to Daxing County within ten years, and when he arrived in the south, Ningbo was a gathering of humanities, a prosperous resort, and there was a Ningbo City where the Boshi Division was located, and he was not worried about life all over the world.

Therefore, he acted as if nothing happened, and asked Zhao Fushen to sit in the study, and Shi Shiran casually took a piece of silver and threw it to Shan Sinan, "Big head, hurry up and buy a few toothbrushes back, ask the Fan family's century-old store, go back and bring back a few bowls of Ma Po Po Lao Duck Soup, and a few pieces of marinated dry." ”

As soon as Shan Sinan stretched out his hand, he took the silver that flew over, and his mouth was muttering, "It's good to chew the willow branches, the Fan family's toothbrush is expensive to death......" Zheng Guofan glared, "Go quickly." ”

Zhao Fushen's eyebrows twitched, what kind of style is this?

At this time, the toothbrush is a luxury, and ordinary people can't use it, so large families have the habit of brushing their teeth with a toothbrush dipped in green salt.

Zheng Guofan looked at him and smiled, "Nanzhou toothbrush sent it and said, it is worth a gold to remove dirt and cleanse trouble." Good teeth and good appetite, brother of the Zhao family, anything, expensive always makes sense. ”

He really can't accept the saying that he has no toothbrush in the past two days, as soon as he has money, of course, he has to spend it, and he is reluctant to use it if he has money, which is not his style.

"Xiao Xianggong is really a good poem written by the export chapter." He boasted on his mouth, but in his heart he felt that it was too loser, and it took a gold to brush his teeth, and it was really a celebrity style, I heard that there was a great celebrity at the beginning of the country, and he also wanted the girl to bathe with cow's milk first, no wonder some people said that since ancient times, celebrities and scholars have been like names.

"This is Guo Yu Guo Maocai's poem, but I didn't write it, the Zhao family brother sits, I have to deal with personal hygiene."

"You don't have to be polite." Zhao Fushen owed a debt, and Zheng Guofan smiled, "I forgot, this house now belongs to Deyi Fang." ”

Not to mention the details of his tedious life, it's just that when the silver arrived, he found that the speed of writing the book suddenly slowed down, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Although the speed has slowed down, it has been written down one after another, and it has been written that Yan Chixia fought the thousand-year-old tree demon grandma, and the old shopkeeper Zhao said that he came to supervise, and Zheng Guofan watched it as he wrote, and he was very addicted.

At this time, the number of fighting paths in the novels of gods and demons is still stuck on the number of you stabbing me and me shooting, even if it is Journey to the West, describing Sun Monkey fighting with people, it is nothing more than this number. And what kind of person is Zheng Guofan, the best among them! Wrote 20,000 words about a fight, in which the two sides of the fighting method, there is no lack of thrilling places, so that the audience is fascinated, Zhao Lao shopkeeper is fascinated at the same time, but he can't help but be glad that his nephew is decisive, this book is said to be sold in the name of Deyi Fang, it must be a lot of money.

Seeing that the book was about to end, the old shopkeeper Zhao told the three carvers more and more, adding an extra penny to each word, and the three carvers really worked for an extra hour every day.

On the ninth day of writing, the old housekeeper Shan came back, he just entered Daxing County, and he heard the people on the street tell the story of Zheng Chengguan's brave cutting of his head, and stopped to listen to a few sentences, not his own young master, he was surprised, and he accelerated his pace and went to Huaishu Hutong. When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw that the courtyard was in full swing, several carvers sat in the courtyard against the wall, sandwiched the template between their legs, carved with a carving knife, sawdust flew, an old gentleman wearing a cyan robe held a piece of paper in one hand and behind him with the other hand, pacing back and forth in the courtyard, the table that was originally placed in the hall was moved to the courtyard, with a few coarse porcelain bowls on it, a tea pot with a narrow neck and a wide belly, and his son Shan Sinan was lying next to a few carvers to watch others do their work.

He coughed loudly, and when Shan Sinan saw him, a flower suddenly bloomed on his little face, and he jumped up, "Daddy, you're back." ”

rubbed the head of the son who rushed over, and said that he didn't see his son, but he really liked it in his heart, but he reprimanded him with a straight face, and he didn't know whether to accompany the young master to study, or go upstairs to serve the master.

Shan Sinan was scolded by his father and lowered his head, and Zhao Cangjing next to him coughed, and arched his hand: "But Mr. Shan's character is Chixia in person?" ”

"Don't dare, I'm placing an order for Chixia." The old housekeeper hurriedly returned the salute, not knowing what this old gentleman was doing and how to be in his yard.

Zhao Cangjing saw that Shan Chixia was six feet tall, with a beard under her chin, her eyes were calm and focused, her hands were hanging down on the sides of her legs, she seemed to be longer than ordinary people, she wore a brown linen shirt on her body, she was carrying a big leather bag behind her back, and one of her shoes was torn to expose her toes, but she was striding proudly, looking at it, there was a taste of an ancient swordsman who made a promise, and it really matched the image of Yan Chixia who subdued demons and subdued demons in his heart, and couldn't help but praise at the moment, "Really a contemporary bearded guest, old Zhao Cangjing, The owner of Deyi Fang, meet Mr. Chixia. ”

As he spoke, he bowed to the ground.

Shan Chixia hurriedly reached out to help him, "Mr. Zhao is such a big gift, how dare you do it." ”

"Mr. Chixia has Taoist methods of subduing demons and subduing demons, and he has a Confucian heart of compassion and compassion, he deserves it, he deserves it." Zhao Cangjing held his hand tightly, completely seeing the expression of the living immortal, which confused Shan Chixia.

Shan Sinan dragged his father to the side, and killed the young master in a rage, and went to the yamen to surrender and was judged innocent by the county, and when he came back, he wrote a song and sold it for three hundred taels, Shan Chixia never expected that Zheng Guofan, who grew up watching him grow up, still has such skills, he has always felt that Zheng Guofan's surname is quite soft, such as painting a fan and fornicating with someone to get pregnant, so he had to hide from Zheng Lao's father, who never went out upstairs, and Zheng Xiaoguan, who only knew how to read, how to hide from him.

He also nodded a few words to Zheng Guofan without a trace, but he didn't want Zheng Xiaoguan to be fooled by a few words of the fan, thinking that the sister of the fan was afraid of heat and couldn't bear to move and get fat in the summer, so he was helpless, he took the master and servant Enyi very seriously, and just happened to go out of the nine sides to buy and sell ginseng, and on the way he was so worried about this matter that his hair turned white, and he wanted to wake up the painting fan, and decades of life experience told him that once a woman's body is handed over to a man, the love will be hot, where is Zheng Guofan, a little official who has not grown hair, can know the depth.

He went back and forth for dozens of days, and on the road he also gave birth to murderous intentions several times, it is better to kill with a knife, the most clean, he fought in the north and south, and killed not a thousand but eight hundred, for him, only the dead are the most reliable, but he didn't want to, as soon as he went home, he got the news that the young master killed people in a rage, and at this moment his son personally confirmed it, but it was twelve points of joy.

At this time, Zheng Guofan, who was writing in the study, heard the movement in the courtyard, poked his head out of the window, and saw Shan Chixia, and a surprise involuntarily rose in his mind, "Uncle Shan." ”

He put down the pen and paper, walked out of the study quickly, walked into the courtyard, was still three or five steps away from Shan Chixia, did not speak, lifted the corner of his robe, and fell to the ground on his knees.

Shan Chixia saw him like this, unexpectedly, she knelt down with him, and then walked up to him, bent down and stretched out her hand to pull him up, looked at him carefully, and then smiled on her face, "Hmm! When I grew up, my sword skills were good, and I practiced with me for all these years. ”

When Zheng Guofan heard this, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows twice, and sure enough, he was a veteran of a hundred battles, and his sword skills were good when he opened his mouth.

Cutting off people's heads with a knife is indeed a technical job, not what ordinary people imagine is that a person can do it with a knife, people's bones are very hard, and Zheng Guofan is only thirteen years old, and his strength is not enough, so there must be skills in this, so he praises his knife skills are also good.

He smiled bitterly, and then whispered to Shan Chixia that the trustee had spent silver to redeem the body of the sister of the painting fan, which had been collected with a coffin, and was now parked in the Leaky Garden, and when the matter at hand was over, he would ask two mages to do a ritual.

Shan Chixia frowned, only thinking that his young master was still kind-hearted, and if he died, he would die, wouldn't it be good if the transformation field was burned, and he actually spent money to redeem the corpse and restrain it.

This Drain Garden is the ancient court set aside [official land], specifically to collect the bones of the dead strangers and the bones of the poor and unemployed, according to legend, a generation of power Minister Yan Song died and was buried in the local Drain Garden.

Redeem the body, buy a coffin, do things, and finally bury, these are all to spend silver, especially the ancients paid attention to the glory after death, the price is expensive, and directly formed the so-called coffin book in later generations, in ancient times, the death of a relative, selling houses and land to raise money for burial is by no means a rare thing.

However, since his young master opened his mouth in this kind of discussion, it is naturally difficult to refute, not to mention that he can also earn money by himself, and it is reasonable to spend money to buy peace of mind, so Shan Chixia nodded, and Zheng Guofan was happy.

ps: The original plan was to write to Ningbo within 60,000 words, but in the past two days, I found that there are still many things that have not been explained, and I have a headache.

By the way, thank you to the hfjgf classmates who suggested writing the biography of the white snake.,Speaking of which,I really forgot about the white lady.。

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