In early spring, the air is moist and slightly cold.

"Brother Lan, you?"

Jiang Lanmo's eyebrows curled slightly, and her cold eyes were stained with sorrow and longing in addition to the previous clarity.

"The eighth day of the next month is the death sacrifice of my father and mother, and after my cousin left last night, my cousin couldn't sleep after thinking about it, so he went to the master to meditate and listen to Zen, and respectfully asked the master to chant and pray for his parents on the eighth day of the first month."

Jiang Lan stood there, less than seven feet tall, slender but arrogant.

"My father and mother suffered misfortune at a young age, I missed it since I was a child, but I didn't want to talk about it, my grandfather and grandmother were old, and they knew that there was something to think about."

Xue Mingrui was distressed, "Brother Lan, it's my cousin's fault, my cousin is really afraid that you will be spoiled by those little people." ”

Jiang Lan raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth rose, "It's good that you don't bring me bad." ”

“……”

Disliked the food in the temple, and Jiang Lan muttered to Xue Mingrui to go down the mountain early without waiting for breakfast.

After entering Jiankang, Jiang Lan instructed Xue Kai outside, "Go to Mifangzhai first." ”

"What, my stomach finally knows it's hungry?"

Jiang Lan shook her head, although she likes the food of the human world, she has done a lot of things like Bigu, and she doesn't feel hungry.

"My sister asked for it when I came out, I remember."

Xue Mingrui looked at the smile that was like a spring flower, and his bright eyes were dazzling.

"You hurt her."

Jiang Lanben sat on the side of the carriage, and when he heard this, he looked up, the curtain of the carriage was floating, and the spring light sneaked in, and Xue Mingrui on the opposite side was bathed in the spring sun, his thin lips were slightly upturned, and he looked a little angry.

"Cousin, aren't you eating?"

The curvature of the thin lips is even better, "Who! Who's Eating Flavor? ”

has been in the human world for so long, Jiang Lan's favorite is this duplicitous child.

"Okay, what kind of snacks my cousin likes, I'll go down and buy them together."

Xue Mingrui tilted his head to the side and didn't look at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan still wanted to coax well, but Xue Kai, who didn't think about it, shouted, "Young Master Cousin, Mi Fangzhai has arrived." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Lan was just about to lift the curtain and go out, but the corner of her clothes was pulled by someone.

When I turned around, I saw that the awkward little milk dog's face was slightly red, and he swallowed slowly, "Horseshoe cake." ”

Jiang Lan pulled back the corner of her clothes, and the corners of her mouth curved, "Okay." ”

The carriage stopped at the door of the store, and Jiang Lan walked in as soon as he got out of the car.

There were a lot of pastries on the counter in the store, and Jiang Lan's eyes lit up when he looked at it.

Commanding Xiao Er, "This, this, and this!" ”

The shopkeeper was very happy, and finally an uncle came, but he couldn't wait for him.

"Haole, master!"

Jiang Lan held the plate, tasted endlessly, and looked around at the rows of delicacies in the store.

"Well, I'm making a separate portion of that horseshoe cake."

"Uncle Hollywood."

Jiang Lan sat on the mahogany chair in the store, sipping tea and looking at the street scene outside.

All kinds of people, some are busy earning money to support their families, and some are free and free.

Suddenly, it was lively outside, Jiang Lan leaned on the window and looked out, there was actually a man who sold himself to bury his father.

The corners of her mouth curved, and Jiang Lan showed a playful smile.

In these years, women sell their bodies and bury everything, but men are rare.

What is a man doing badly in these years, and he is not restrained like a woman, he can't show his head, and he has to sell himself to bury his father, what is really strange?

Jiang Lan was interested, so she simply asked someone to bring some pastries to lie outside the window and watch it.

On one side of the street, a straw mat wrapped the corpse, and a thin man next to him knelt straight. The man is long and slender, but his back is straight and full of integrity, and he doesn't look like the kind of person who is so downtrodden that he sells himself to bury his father.

"That man's name is Weng Sheng, and he is also famous in our place."

Jiang Lan turned around, and it was a shopkeeper who spoke.

"Master, it's all wrapped for you, five taels and seven dollars of silver."

Jiang Lan took out the silver nude from his arms, "Six taels, the more is rewarded for you." ”

The shopkeeper thanked him repeatedly, and glanced out the window again, with a cunning in his eyes, "Are you interested?" ”

Jiang Lan's lips hooked, "Let's talk about it." ”

"Weng Sheng has been studying since he was a child, and he is also a famous little prodigy in our streets and alleys, he is a talent before the age of twelve, and his family is not wealthy, but he is also a family that can eat. It's a pity that there is such a big brother on the stall. ”

"Big brother?"

The shopkeeper also regretted how noble the scholar was in their hearts, not to mention that he was still such a good seedling.

"His eldest brother doesn't learn and has no skills, he is tired of seeking fame, he does some small business and dislikes shame, and he feels that he has lost his identity when he farms, and he is idle all day long, relying on his parents to go out early and return late to run a small lo-mei shop to make a living.

A few years ago, when I was older, it became more and more rampant, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling were all kinds of things, learning those bad habits, staying in Flower Street and Willow Lane every night, and almost ruining a good home.

Half a month ago, the boss of the Weng family had an argument with someone in a brothel and accidentally injured a child of an official eunuch. That son's family is not easy to mess with, not to mention that the boss of the Weng family is imprisoned in the mansion, and the entire Weng family will be killed to relieve his anger.

Now this Weng Sheng can't go to school, and they have cut off their livelihood, smashed their shop, and let out the word, whoever helps the Weng family is against him.

Ten days ago, the old mother of the Weng family died of a vicious disease, and now the old man Weng is gone, and the Weng family is bankrupt for this, even the house is sold at a low price, and now there is no place to dare to take him in to do things, so even the money for the coffin of the old man Weng can't be raised. ”

Jiang Lan nodded, and looked at the figure in the crowd again, although he was a prisoner under the stairs, he was still the same, "How is Weng Sheng?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't even think about it, "That's a nerd, just a few days ago I picked up a money bag on the street, which looked bulging and clanging, not a hundred taels but also fifty taels, and the nerd sat at our house with the bag of silver waiting for the owner."

Later, the lost owner really came back, and he insisted on giving ten taels of silver to thank him, but Weng Sheng insisted on not accepting it, saying something like a gentleman or something. Hey, what a nerd.

But that nerd in addition to a little wooden head, the rest is really good, filial piety to parents we all know, school is also very hard, can't afford to buy books, borrow for others to copy books, memorize and study.

Even the gentleman of the academy said that this man was a talent, but it's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Jiang Lan didn't say anything more, and took out a few copper plates from his arms, "Send the things to the carriage at the door." ”

The shopkeeper took it with a smile, and took it out with a quick leg and feet.

Jiang Lan walked out of the store, did not get into the car, and directly detoured to the back of the carriage, squeezing into the crowd.

There was a lot of talk in the crowd, and no one dared to come forward to help.

"It's pathetic!"

"It's not, but who dares to help, a few days ago, their neighbor was beaten half to death by the Qian family for sending a liter of rice, and now he is still lying on the bed."

"Oh, what can I do?"

Jiang Lan pricked up her ears and listened to the gossip of the two aunts who were shopping for vegetables next to her, and there was one more person beside her, who was the shopkeeper just now.