The smoke is vast, the clouds and mist are shrouded in the small lake, and flocks of geese swim along the lake towards the distance.

At this time, it was almost dusk, the boatman took off his hat, hugged his hands and squinted his eyes, glanced at the scorching sun that was about to fall in the sky, and then sighed, shook his head, and was about to paddle, when he saw that on the land not far away, there was an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a fairy wind and bones, and walked over slowly.

The old boatman, who was already preparing to rest, saw a pedestrian coming, busily straightened his clothes, put the hat back, rowed the oars vigorously, and kept walking in the direction of the Taoist priest.

The chirping of crickets and chicks, accompanied by the vigorous shouts of the old boatman, all entered Zhang Sanfeng's ears.

"Old sir! Old gentleman! ”

Hearing the hoarse voice of this old man, the white-eyed Taoist stopped and looked at the old boatman who was rowing hard not far away and rowing in his direction.

"Old fairy, do you always want to cross the river?"

"The little old man has lived in this water area for most of his life, knows all the paths well, and has been running around all year round, and his physical strength is not inferior to those young men."

"With only ten round hole copper coins, I can send the old fairy to the other side of the river!"

The sun was gradually setting, dusk had arrived, and the old boatman walked closer, only to realize the extraordinaryness of the white-eyed Taoist in front of him, so he bent down with some restraint, smiled awkwardly, and rubbed his hands.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw the appearance of this old boatman, he stroked his chin and long beard, slowly stepped forward, and gently helped the old boatman up.

"Then bother the old boatman."

Seeing the kind eyes of the white-eyed Taoist in front of him, the old boatman also let go of his nervousness, and after hearing Zhang Sanfeng say that he wanted to take a boat, he was even more happy.

"Okay, okay, don't bother, don't bother!"

"The old fairy hurry up and get on the boat, the little old man will set off to send you over, at this time the dusk has arrived, and soon it will be dark, the little old man will try to speed up, so as to send you over."

When the boatman heard Zhang Sanfeng's reply, he greeted him, then raised his hands and wiped them on his body, held the bilateral oars, and said with a smile at the white-eyed Taoist.

Looking at the smile on the wrinkled old face of the old boatman, and the spine bent again, the old Taoist priest who stepped into the boat had complicated eyebrows and eyes, and his expression was silent, but he did not make a rash sound, but walked to the stool behind the old boatman, rolled up his sleeves and sat down.

"Old fairy, where are you going?"

The boatman pushed the oars with his arms, turned his head to look at the white-eyed Taoist, and laughed.

"After crossing the river, I have to go to Dadu."

Zhang Sanfeng replied.

"Oh, then you're a nobleman."

When the boatman heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, his tone revealed surprise.

"The capital of the Yuan Court is the capital, I heard that it is a good place, and every inch of land is expensive."

"I don't know which one is more prosperous than Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty."

The old boatman bent over, raised his face covered by the hat, and said in a somewhat yearning tone.

As a Han Chinese, the old boatman lived for most of his life, and his ancestors lived on the banks of this river for generations, making a living by fishing and carrying people across the river.

But in his life, he never saw what a dynasty belonging to the Han people looked like.

In the world of old boatmen, whether it is the Jin Dynasty in their childhood and youth, or the Yuan Court today, the Han people seem to be inferior.

"Naturally, Lin'an is more prosperous."

The boatman's words seemed to evoke the memories of the white-eyed Taoist, and he saw his eyes level, looking at the river not far away, and his tone was categorical.

"The barbarians from the grasslands outside the Saiwai, even if they enter the land of the Central Plains, how can they be comparable to the capital of etiquette."

Lin'an business is the best in the world.

From the outside of the Hening Gate to the bottom of the bridge, there is no one who does not buy and sell.

Tea houses, restaurants, silk textiles, poetry, calligraphy, literature and art, thaumaturgical skills.

Lin'an of the Great Song Dynasty was the most prosperous capital at that time.

In the evening, candlelight is accompanied by illuminations, and the lights are bright.

Zhang Sanfeng of Lin'an Mansion has been there, and he will never forget that kind of scenery for the rest of his life.

That should be the place where the people of China live, the people are selling along the streets, and tourists come and go, all smiling.

Scholars studied scriptures and history to gain fame, and merchants looked for opportunities to make a fortune.

Everyone has their own life.

"Shhhh Hush! ”

After listening to Zhang Sanfeng's words, the old boatman was full of excitement.

I saw that its body trembled, and the palm of the oars shook continuously, so that the speed of the boat's swimming slowed down.

"Old fairy, you can't talk nonsense!"

The old boatman stopped the boat, turned around, and looked at the white-eyed Taoist with a look of taboo.

"We Han people are only third-class people in this Great Yuan Dynasty!"

"It's okay for you to say this in front of me, little old man, if you go to Dadu and say this in the capital, those ten lives are not enough for the nobles to cut!"

"Those Mongolian nobles, we ordinary people can't be messed with!"

"If you provoke them and die on the street, you will only pay for two brutes!"

The old boatman's tone was quick, and he persuaded Zhang Sanfeng with some bitterness.

"The boatman is too worried."

Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up.

"Alas!"

The old boatman shook his head.

"You old Taoist, you don't know the hearts of good people!"

"Old man, I kindly persuaded you, why can't you listen!"

The old boatman lifted his hat with anxiety between his eyebrows.

I saw him scratching the back of his head, and he didn't know what to say.

The old man has not had much knowledge in his life, and he is just an authentic people.

He couldn't think of any big reason to persuade Zhang Sanfeng.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the anxious old boatman in front of him, the white-eyed Taoist suddenly laughed.

"The old boat..."

"It's okay to be poor, just rest assured."

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng took out a little bit of broken silver from his cuffs, walked to the old boatman's side, and stuffed the broken silver into the old man's wrinkled palm.

"Alas... Alas! ”

"Wait, old fairy!"

"That's too much!"

The old man holding the broken silver frowned, and handed his hand to Zhang Sanfeng with some reluctance.

In recent years, life has become more and more difficult, not to mention the famine year after year, and the tax has become more and more heavy.

"In this world, it's not easy for everyone!"

The old boatman shook his head, stubbornly took the arm of the white-eyed Taoist, counted the broken silver in his palm carefully, and returned most of it to Zhang Sanfeng.

Finally, the boatman nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his lips.

I saw that the old man weighed the only small piece of silver left in his hand, and continued to the white-eyed Taoist:

"This little bit of silver is already more than the old fairy your ferry fare!"

"The rest is still for you to keep by yourself, old man, I have hands and feet, and I can sell my own strength to eat!"