The door opened again, and it was finally not the girl who came in, but two neat young men, dressed short and carrying a steaming wooden barrel, which Yang stick was not so tightly propped up.

These two young men first helped Yang Stick out of the barrel and sat on the stool with him, one rubbing his arms and legs with a white towel, and the other rubbing his back.

Yang Bangzi looks like a male doll, and the words are coming, talking to others, asking what kind of play is singing tonight, and then asking if you are hungry, can you ask donkey meat to be burned and eaten? The young man laughed vigorously and didn't talk.

This Yang Bangzi asked again if he was from that realm, did he have any relatives at home? How much does the owner pay to work in this theater garden? This year's snow is enough, and the harvest in the field next year will be good, anyway, it doesn't matter if people answer or not, he said vigorously.

When he had finished rubbing, he scooped hot water out of the bucket, rinsed the old mud sticks, which were as thick as his fingers, and a young man dipped the brush in white powder and sprinkled it on his body, and after sprinkling it, he gently brushed it, and the fragrance of flowers spread with the foam.

Another young man went out and brought in a bucket of hot water, and saw that the soap powder was very even, and the two of them rinsed it with clean water together, took the dry towel from the screen, wiped the water droplets up and down, and helped put on the clothes, before bowing and saying, "Wait a minute." "I went out with a towel and a barrel or something.

The young man left, and Xiao Cui'er came again, this Yang stick was transparent inside and out, and there was a layer of shell on his body, and he was looking at the clothes he was wearing. A crescent white coat on the placket. Ivory loose pants. On his waist is a blue gold-sprinkled belt with a sachet of incense, and on his feet are a pair of satin-faced slip-ons with mille-feuille soles.

If you don't talk about this person, don't look at what you did before, it depends on your inner potential. As the old saying goes, virtue is not worthy, if you don't have those two or two bones, even if you are helped up to the Jinluan Palace, you will not be able to sit on the throne for three days.

This Yang stick followed the old monk to learn a martial arts, not to mention, he also got a lot of principles for dealing with people by word and deed, and these words were originally only available in books. But the old monk taught him all the storytellers.

Later, he went down to the coal kiln to serve as a soldier, and his heart became harder, and the soldiers who were tempered by the blood and shells on the battlefield, although he was a little flustered just now because of the man's nature, but this will become less alarmed, and the shyness and panic are gone, and the smell of killing people from the inside out comes out.

It's not that he wants to kill people, Yang Bangzi also pondered, but he wanted to see what kind of place this was, and what rarities he hadn't seen before. Since it's here, it's also possible to guess the identity. I don't care about anything, but I want to see what kind of life this exploiting class lives.

This is called a gentleman, no matter what your background is, no matter what situation you have to face, you have to be a little general, and show a little bit of momentum!

Shaking his steps, scattering his hands, following behind Xiao Cui'er, with a look of indifference, he looked at everything coldly, and he didn't look at it properly, turning around, the corridor was closed, and eight partition doors with gold-painted glass windows stood in front of him.

Xiao Cui'er gently pushed open the door and shouted, "Sister, I brought it to you." As soon as the door opened, Yang Bangzi only felt that his eyes were bright, and it was an elegant and chic room.

Everyone who wrote above thought that this Yang stick was a big old man, he didn't recognize a few big characters, and he didn't know anything, but in fact, the old monk taught him martial arts, and also taught him culture, at least he taught him in four books and five classics, this kid also went to private school for a few years, and after becoming a soldier, although he listened to the ideological class or something, he had a headache after all.

It's just that I'm with the soldiers all day long, so it looks vulgar, in fact, people are half a literate person, I don't know, the Spring Festival couplets of Yang Bangzi's family in Kawaguchi Town are written by people themselves with a brush, and even Hong Mei, a great intellectual, said that it was good to write when he saw it.

In this way, it is not that Yang Bangzi, a big soldier, has become a cultural person, but it can only be said that this kid has arrived in this elegant place, and he can still deal with it calmly, and his heart is somewhat less panicked.

Walking in the door with her hands behind her back, the girl had already changed into a soaked gauze skirt, changed into a small jacket and pleated skirt common in the Republic of China, and recoiled her head, not as delicate as just now, just casually coiled on her head, holding it with an emerald green hosta.

Dressed in green, the white lotus-like jade arm is also wearing a jade bracelet, lake green, the face is even, not heavy-colored, slightly hooked eyebrows, fluttering thin powder, this is the same as the door Yujian's heavy makeup and the drama are like two people! Yang Stick's eyes lit up.

"Eighth master, sit, you're hungry, if you want to eat something, I'll ask someone to prepare." Hongyu bowed slightly, and said crisply to Yang Bangzi.

"I'm thirsty, I'm soaking in this bath, I'm anxious, come to the pot and what, what, ah, yes, melon slices!" Yang Bangzi waved his hand, pretending to be knowledgeable, and first asked for a pot of tea to quench his thirst.

Hongyu nodded at Xiao Cui'er, who was standing at the door, and Xiao Cui'er picked up another piece of fun, jumping and running away.

"Master, sit down, wait a while, the tea will come soon." Hongyu used the lake silk handkerchief in her hand to gently dust off the stone bench with Xiuyan jade.

"Don't panic, I'll look at the calligraphy and painting, this writing is not bad!" Yang Bangzi put his hands behind his back, turned around, looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and replied.

On the right hand wall is a piece of landscape, fish, insects, flowers, birds, ladies and hermits, the mountain is a layer of mountains and mountains, the water is a vast swirling wave of smoke and waves, a few fish chasing and playing in the undulating stream, the crickets and tails chirping under the autumn chrysanthemum are distinct, a cluster of blue flowers under the bluestone is budding to be released, the apricot birds on the peach branches of spring flap their wings and raise their claws, the boudoir girl who looks out of the window from afar, and the old man who listens to the spring under the Panasonic pillow stone.

Looking at them one by one, Yang Bangzi nodded slightly and said, "I like this one!" "I pointed to the painting that was carrying the big river.

"Eighth master, do you know the hidden meaning of this painting." Ruby's long eyelashes flickered twice, and she asked softly.

"The great river goes to the east, the waves are exhausted, the romantic characters of the ages, the west of the base, the humanity is, the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi." Unexpectedly, there is goods in this big black head! This Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao. "Chibi Nostalgia" is his favorite ancient word for the monk master, and he sings it as soon as he drinks it, so Yang Bangzi has long been familiar with it.

"Exactly, Eighth Master, the person who made this painting can say, whoever can be the first to say that he likes this big Jiangdong in the eight paintings must be the husband in temperament!" Hongyu finished speaking excitedly, her eyes flickering as she looked at Yang Bangzi.

Yang Stick didn't answer, wiped his body, paced and turned to the left hand, green bamboo sticking to the wall, lined up with eight banners, the first seven pairs are all up and down and fighting, just this zuihou is a wide screen, the pen walked and wrote a four-word quatrain.

"Sad, Haoshou pretended to be deaf, and the Han women across the river were sad and singing. The country is ruined, the family is dead, and the old cow pulls the broken car. "This is interesting, Yang Bangzi got closer and recognized all the words, it is not easy to read all the words in cursive, this kid also read out word by word.

He groaned twice, turned around, and said contemptuously: "The old guy who bows his head and is willing to be a slave to the country!" After saying that, he ignored the red jade girl, and sat on the stone bench with a big thorn, crossed his legs, his hands on his knees, and tilted his head to look at the letter.

Hongyu listened to the black man's sour words, but it was a big surprise, originally this character was her favorite, it was after Lao Xiucai finished drinking, Hongyu gave the ink, improvised cursive, even Lao Xiucai himself liked it, and he looked at it if he had nothing to do.

Unexpectedly, this big black man actually reprimanded her, Hongyu still remembered that after reading this word, she could see that Lao Xiucai was sad and indignant at the devil who took Baoding into the Central Plains, and it became this word in the mouth of this big black man.

"Master, how do you say that, isn't this a grievance for the world?" Hongyu was interested in hearing what this rough man was saying, and asked cautiously.

Yang Bangzi hasn't answered yet, the tea came, Xiao Cui'er held a black and red lacquered tray, a set of tea sets that imitated Huadoucai were placed in it, and brought it to the table in the same way, Hongyu stuck out her tongue at Xiao Cui'er, blinked, and let her out, Xiao Cui'er went out for a while and came back, holding a pot and holding a small clay stove. (To be continued......)