Wang Laohan's full name is Wang Fugui, although the name is rich, but he lived for more than forty years and was still poor, he is a native of Lantian County, Chang'an, his family was well-off when he was young, he studied private school for a few years, his father was a supervisor of Weiwei Temple, and later Emperor Yang of Sui was tyrannical, his father was on the wrong team at that time, and he was dedicated to assisting Emperor Yang Guang of Sui, although Yang Guang did not know that his father was a small supervisor of Weiwei Temple, but the people of Lantian County knew that there was a Wang supervisor in the county.

When the rebel division was under the city of Chang'an, the common people arrested Yang Guang's personal guards and Sui ministers, and Wang Fugui's father could not escape his fate, and was killed at the gate of the county government in Lantian County.

To tell the truth, Wang Laohan hated his father very much, at that time, Yang Guang, the tyrant, had already provoked the anger of the heavens and people, why did he follow him to die and kill his own family.

As soon as my father died, my father's aunts in the family immediately rolled up and ran away, the trees fell and scattered, and more than a dozen people in the family also smeared oil on the soles of their feet, and swept away all the valuable objects left in the family, leaving only an elderly housekeeper and an empty house.

Wang Laohan's wives and concubines are also missing, only a baby son remains, and the family's belongings have been robbed, Wang Laohan, who was young, even wanted to die at that time, but looking at his infant son, gritting his teeth, the blood of the Wang family could not be cut off from himself.

God has the virtue of a good life, maybe it was a sudden catastrophe, God can't stand it, or maybe Wang Fugui's mother who died early used to burn incense and worship Buddha played a role, and the only son that Wang Fugui took care of was talented and intelligent. At the age of five, he was able to compose poetry. At the age of ten, you can write a fu. He was known as a prodigy.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and in the blink of an eye, 17 years have passed, and the young son who was in the swaddling clothes has now grown into a healthy young man, when Wang Fugui took his smart and clever son to Chang'an to register for the imperial examination with great expectations, the examiner told Wang Fugui that he was not eligible to participate in the imperial examination because he was a descendant of a criminal official.

The news came like a bolt from the blue. Wang Laohan has been frugal for so many years, asked the best gentleman to teach his son, and often worked hard at night under the oil lamp to help his son copy books, and now he can't participate in the imperial examination because of the mistakes made by his father back then? !

Wang Laohan trembled and took his son home, and his son was also sensible, and told him that he could get ahead without participating in the imperial examination. Wang Laohan felt a cramp in his heart when he thought of his son's thin little face, and he could see from his son's eyes how much he wanted to participate in the imperial examination, but in order to comfort his father, he deliberately said it lightly.

No, you must let your son participate in the imperial examination. My son has been so smart since he was a child, and he has worked so hard. Why should he bear the mistakes made by his grandfather who he had never seen, Wang Laohan thought of this and made up his mind.

The next morning, he went to the county government to kowtow and pleaded with the county magistrate for a chance to take the imperial examination, but when they heard that it was the son of a criminal official, they didn't even ask, and directly blasted Wang Laohan out.

During that time, Wang Laohan lived in the dark, his hair on both temples was all white, and he wagged his tail like a dog every day and begged for mercy, just hoping to give his son a place in the imperial examination, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, even if Wang Laohan knocked his head and bleed, no one reached out to help him.

That day, Wang Laohan returned home full of exhaustion, and the post handed over to Honglu Temple Honglu Qing today was also no news, and he was beaten by the gatekeeper of Honglu Temple, and his leg was still a little lame.

Limped home, his son had already prepared a meal and was waiting for him, and when he opened the door, he saw four dishes on the old table, a plate of braised pork, a plate of steamed chicken, a plate of duck and a plate of small green vegetables.

looked at his son suspiciously, only to see that his son's little face was slightly red, and he said: "Dad, Chang'an's Navigation Institute recruits, the child secretly signed up for an interview when he went to Chang'an last time to catch the market, and today he was admitted, and he was given ten money, and he wanted to dress up neatly and go to work at Taicang Wharf in two days." ”

Thinking about it now, it was really like a dream at that time, Wang Laohan sat in the carriage and thought.

Since his son entered the navigation institute, his life seems to have changed all of a sudden, ten dollars, and he has given his son the best linen gown, as well as good clothes and shoes, and he looks energetic when he wears them.

That day, I watched my son get on the carriage bound for Taicang Wharf, and I was looking forward to it, and my son said that he would come back in seven days, and that would be seven days.

Rowing the calendar to live, and finally looking forward to the day when his son came back, his son came back on a horse, which attracted the villagers in the county to watch and discuss, this is not Wang Fugui's son, where did his family get the money to buy a horse?

He tied the horse to the yard, welcomed his son into the house, and after a careful examination, he saw that he had gained some weight in only seven days, and even his cheeks were fleshy, and his face was ruddy, and it seemed that his son was doing well, but he was a little tanned.

The son smirked and said: "Dad, I am now in charge of the drawing supervision at Taicang Wharf, that is, to explain the drawings to the craftsmen, tell them how to make zuò, and pay ten yuan per month, this time when I go home, Lord Xu said that you can send a horse if you are far away, and the one in the yard is sent by the public, you see, this is the thing I bought for you, this is a cheongsam bought on Chang'an Street, don't you say that you want to wear a cheongsam the most, hurry up and try it." ”

The son opened a big package, which was full of things bought for himself, Wang Fugui couldn't stop flowing down when he saw the tears, this is all his son's filial piety, reading a good boy and a good child, Wang Fugui put on the long shirt, and the son couldn't stop admiring on the side.

Since then, the life of the Wang family has become more and more exciting, the son will come back once every seven days, and every time he comes back, it is a big bag and a small bag, which is given to the villagers and neighbors, and the villagers in ten miles and eight towns have praised the king for being rich and blessed, and having such a filial son.

Last month, his son always said that the food in the Navigation Institute was unpalatable, and he wanted to eat steamed buns at home, Wang Fugui kept it in mind, and since then, Wang Fugui said that he would also go to Taicang Wharf once a month to send steamed buns to his son.

Today is the day to deliver steamed buns, Wang Fugui sat in the carriage of Taicang, and asked for 200 yuan for a round trip. The average person can't sit still. My family has saved a lot of money now. The carriage fare can still be paid.

Although the carriage was bumpy, Wang Fugui liked this feeling, only when he was a child he had sat in this kind of carriage, but he didn't expect to be blessed when he was old, and he could experience the feeling of the year again.

Taicang Wharf is not close to Lantian County, and it takes two hours for the carriage to arrive.

Wang Fugui fell asleep leaning on the carriage, and when he reached the ground, he heard the shout of the coachman outside: "Guest." Taicang Wharf has arrived, hello. ”

Counted two hundred wen from the money bag and gave it to the coachman, took the good things, lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, Wang Fugui was shocked by the scene in front of him, only to see the endless large sea ships towering on the riverside, and many craftsmen banging on the boat, lively and extraordinary, although the weather is already cold winter, but the slightest feeling of the bitter cold. It's as if the place has been melted by the passion of the craftsmen.

Walking towards Taicang Wharf numbly, Wang Fugui was a little dizzy for a while.

"Daddy!" A familiar voice rang out.

As soon as Wang Fugui turned his head, he saw his son wearing a strangely fat clothes, standing under a dead tree and waving to him.

"Pillars." Wang Fugui also shouted his son's nickname.

"Daddy. It's cold outside, come with me into the house. The son took the things in his hand very filial piety, and then led Wang Fugui towards the dock of those big ships.

Along the way, many people greeted their sons, the pillars and pillars were very affectionate, and the son was also very excited to introduce his father to everyone, Wang Fugui was a little flattered and saluted those people one by one.

There is a small house made of bricks in front of the road, the son took the lead to go up and open the door, Wang Fugui went to Chang'an last time to catch the market to see this new style of flat-roofed small house, at that time was still surprised outside, I didn't expect that my son lived in this place.

When I entered the house, a wave of heat came to my face, and I saw a strange little stove with a teapot boiling water on it, and a small chimney on top of the house, which looked very novel.

The room was very small, with four beds and a large table, Wang Fugui had never seen such a high table and such a high chair, until his son let him sit down, he carefully sat down.

As if remembering something, Wang Fugui said to his son: "Zhuzi, the buns that my father brought you, the road is too long, it's cold." With that, he took out seven or eight buns wrapped in a piece of cloth from his backpack.

The son cheered and said, "Dad, it's okay, there is a stove for burning honeycomb coal, and the buns can be heated in a while." Then he found an iron plate, put the bun on it, and put it on the stove.

Wang Fugui took a closer look at where his son lived, and saw that there were many scattered drawings on the table, as well as some pens that he had never seen before.

The son waited intently for the buns to be hot, Wang Fugui and his son had a small chat, it turned out that there were four people living in this small house, all of whom were from the drawing team, and they were responsible for telling the craftsmen how to make the things drawn in the drawings, Wang Anzhu was the captain of the four people, and the other three people in the house today had to go to the construction site to see the drawings, and they asked for leave to pick up their father.

The steamed buns are hot, the son eats very sweetly, looking at the appearance of his son gobbling up, Wang Fugui is also happy, after eating the buns, the son twisted and said to his father that he was going to the construction site, and the time of leave could not exceed four hours, waved his hand to signal his son to go quickly, and the son put on the fat clothes and went out, and when he went out, he also told Wang Fugui that he could go to the west of the wharf, where there were many shops.

After staying in the house for a while, Wang Fugui walked to the west according to his son's arrangement, there were many people on the road, most of them were carrying wood on their shoulders, carrying tools, and at first glance they were some shipbuilders, and they saw a bustling small street without walking a few steps, there was one of the most conspicuous teahouses on the street, and the signboard at the door was blowing in the wind, and Wang Fugui planned to go in and drink two cups of hot tea.

Pushing open the door, I found that the tea house was already full of people, and the tea house had a high platform, and an old man was holding a large piece of paper in his hand, chattering endlessly: "If you want to talk about the auspicious spectacle on Chinese New Year's Eve, this "Tang News" has also been explained in detail, this is an improved high-power firecracker" Everyone in the audience listened to the old man on the stage with curious faces.

Wang Fugui felt curious, so he found a seat and sat down, poked the person next to him, and asked, "Brother Tai, dare to ask the old gentleman on the stage what commentary is he talking about?" ”

The person who was asked was stunned for a moment before he said: "This is explaining the "Datang News", which teahouse in Chang'an now has this kind of talk, and my brother doesn't know about it." ”

Wang Fugui smiled embarrassedly, ordered a pot of tea, and listened carefully to the old man's explanation. (To be continued......)

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