Several people were about to march to the march, but they heard the old man say again: "It's a pity that at the end of last month, there was a torrential rain, a flash flood, and the bridge was broken. ”

When Hu Xiaotian heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze there, is there any mistake, this old man is not deliberately playing with himself, the bridge is broken and he said that there is a bridge downstream, and it will take seventy miles to walk, wouldn't it be an extra day of delay.

Murong Feiyan smiled and said, "Old man, can you cross the river with us?" The price is negotiable. ”

The fisherman shook his head: "The old man fishes for a living, and he doesn't make a living by ferrying people. ”

Liang Dazhuang said: "Old man, do you know who our young master is......" Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Hu Xiaotian's sharp look.

The fisherman smiled: "Who is not the same? Whether it is the Son of Heaven or a pawn, in the old man's opinion, they are all passers-by, we meet today, maybe there will be no day to see each other again in this life, the old man retains his strength to enjoy his little time, why bother with your idle business. ”

Hu Xiaotian listened to this fisherman's good conversation, he should not be an ordinary rural villager, he smiled and said: "Old man, how can you make an exception to cross us?" ”

The fisherman stroked his beard, looked at Hu Xiaotian with a smile and said, "I see that you are also dressed like a scholar, I don't know how much ink is in your belly?" ”

Hu Xiaotian said: "The old gentleman is going to test me?" His title to the fisherman changed from an old man to an old gentleman, and he became cautious and respectful in his heart, and he faintly felt that this fisherman was by no means an idle person, and his appearance here may not be accidental.

The fisherman said: "There are many people in this world who deceive the world and steal fame, the old man has a couplet, if you are right, I will cross the river with you immediately." ”

Hu Xiaotian replied briskly: "Mr. Lao, please come out of Shanglian." Couplets are his strength, and he studied a lot of ancient and modern famous couplets in his previous life, so he had the skills of the Yanshui Pavilion PEN Club later.

The fisherman said: "The second crossing of the south bridge is like a shuttle, and the splendid river is woven horizontally!" After he finished speaking, he gently twisted his beard, and his smile was full of triumph, this Shanglian had stumped a lot of literati and ink writers, and Hu Xiaotian was also prepared for the school today. How did the old fisherman know that Hu Xiaotian had studied countless ancient and modern couplets, and when he heard the couplets, this guy had already made a bamboo in his chest.

Hu Xiaotian raised his eyes to look at the tower on the west bank, and said with a smile: "The younger generation has a pair of courage, and the tower at the end of the west bank is like a pen, and he writes heavenly articles directly!" ”

After listening to his next couplet, the old fisherman called three good words in a row, his upper link was full of pride, Hu Xiaotian's lower couplet was full of courage, neat and clever, this young man is really talented!

Although Liang Dazhuang didn't know any couplets, when he heard the old fisherman's applause, he knew that the young master had won, and he applauded again and again. Murong Feiyan has already learned Hu Xiaotian's couplet skills more than once, but after listening to him this time, he actually felt proud of being honored in his heart, probably because of his position, and now she and Hu Xiaotian are undoubtedly in the same camp.

The old fisherman invited the three of them to get on the boat, and after Liang Dazhuang followed, the hull of the boat sank down significantly, and the guy said in horror: "This boat is too small, I'm afraid it can't withstand the weight of so many of us." ”

The old fisherman said disdainfully: "Although my boat is small, it can afford to carry the stars, the sun and the moon, and I can't afford to carry a mere family?" ”

Liang Dazhuang heard that he underestimated himself, and wanted to refute a few words, but he saw that Hu Xiaotian had a lot of respect for this old fisherman, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The boat walked slowly in the Tongji River, the old fisherman was quite slow because he was old, Hu Xiaotian took the initiative to get up to help him rock, although he had been in contact with the east and east of the park cruise ship in the past, but he had no experience in rowing in the turbulent river. After the old fisherman handed him the oar, he spent a great deal of effort, and the boat was spinning in the river, but instead of moving forward, he retreated a lot.

The old fisherman smiled and took the boat: "I thought I was old, I hated that I had no strength, and the rowing was too slow, but I came to rock the boat, this boat at least went forward, but in your hands it was not reached." ”

Hu Xiaotian heard what he said, and said with a smile: "I don't think you're rowing too slowly, but I just don't want you to be too tired, so I'll help share it." ”

The old fisherman said: "Boating is like life, you must distinguish between going with the current and against the current, and you must determine the direction you are going. ”

Hu Xiaotian was silent, looking at the turbid river thoughtfully, although the fisherman's words were simple and simple, but there was a profound truth in them.

Murong Feiyan had also seen that this old fisherman was by no means an ordinary person, this person's insights and knowledge were unusual, and she said softly: "Old man, there has just been a flash flood here?" ”

The old fisherman nodded and said: "There are so many times a year, this year is not very powerful, but the two-hundred-year-old Qingyun Bridge was washed away by the flood, in the past, everyone who came to Qingyun County had to walk on the bridge, to be auspicious, to ask for a mouthful, called Pingbu Qingyun, this time you have no chance." ”

Liang Dazhuang said: "We won't go for a while, and the bridge will have to be repaired sooner or later, so our young master is destined to go to the Qingyun Bridge." ”

Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but glared at this guy again, more mouthful, still more mouthful!

The old fisherman said with a smile: "If you have the opportunity, you naturally have to take a walk, and there is nothing worth talking about in this Qingyun County except for this bridge." ”

Hu Xiaotian said: "Old man, I heard that Qingyun County is the poorest place in Xichuan, I don't know if this rumor is true?" ”

Qingyun County is located in the westernmost part of Xichuan, surrounded by mountains, inconvenient transportation, and the surrounding mountains are mixed, there are many horse bandits, often go down the mountain to rob, stirring up the people's livelihood, poverty is inevitable. But poverty is not necessarily a bad thing, there is a way to be poor, and change is reasonable, and nothing in this world can be just looked at the surface. ”

Hu Xiaotian nodded, the old fisherman's words were full of simple dialectical materialism.

The old fisherman said: "The son is dignified, personable, and outstanding, I don't know if I came to Qingyun this time to visit relatives and friends, or to travel and explore?" ”

Hu Xiaotian smiled and shook his head: "Neither, I'm just a passerby!" This word was just said by the old fisherman.

The old fisherman couldn't help laughing when he heard him say this: "Passerby, hehe, yes, who in this world is not a passerby?" Unconsciously, the boat had already rocked to the opposite shore, and Hu Xiaotian took the lead in jumping ashore, dragging the cable, and helping Murong Feiyan and Liang Dazhuang to go ashore in turn. asked Murong Feiyan to take out five taels of silver to express his gratitude.

The old fisherman didn't roll his eyelids, picked up the penny from the boat and supported it on the shore, the boat had already swung to the center of the river, and in an instant, the thin figure of the old man had been hazy on the vast water surface of the smoke waves, all the way down the water, and his voice came with the wind: "A tower at the end of the west bank is like a pen, and it is written directly in the sky." The old man wants to see how one of Childe's pens can write heavenly articles......"

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