On the flower leaf in the third courtyard of Yuwen Mansion, several idle family members were mixing together.

Among them, a man in his thirties with a two-handful beard was holding a pen and paper and asking questions one by one.

"Do you bet or not? How many days? "Nonsense.

"Why don't you bet? Yesterday I just lost money because of this, and I guess he won't last more than three days! A short, square-faced man said.

"Okay, I'll make a note for you, you're betting for three days, right?" Bazihu wrote seriously on the paper, "How much money do you bet this time?" ”

"I have to win back what I lost before, so let's press one or two this time!" The square-faced family said.

"Zhong Hulu, how many heads do you have to bet on?" Another family member asked the mustache.

They usually call the eight-character beard Zhong Hulu, Zhong is naturally his surname, as for why he is called Hulu, it is because this person has a unique job of carving gourds.

That's why people call him that, but don't call him by his real name.

"Haven't you read the book that's already so thick?" Zhong Hulu proudly raised the booklet in his hand and said, "Even Steward Yan is holding it!" ”

"How many days is Steward Yan?" Everyone was interested.

"Steward Yan is betting for fifteen days." Zhong Hulu said.

"What?! Steward Yan believes that he can do it? The other family members were very surprised by this, "This guy can survive for half a month by playing tricks?!" ”

They all had special skills, but they didn't last more than three days when they got here.

"Who knows! Maybe Steward Yan is trying to mislead everyone! "They all know that Yan Xi is very cunning.

"Nonsense, you just say your own, hurry up, I still have to go in the next one!" Zhong Hulu urged.

"Then I'll take it for three days!"

"I'll bet for four days!"

"I'll bet for five days, and that's the end of it!"

Now most people in Yuwen Mansion are betting that Jiang Jiang can last until the first few days.

Yuwen Zhengji got up in the morning and asked Jiang Jiang to come over.

"What are we doing today?" Yuwen Zhengji asked Jiang Jiang with anticipation.

"Childe, what else did you want to do but didn't do since you were a child?" Jiang Jiang asked him.

Yuwen Zhengji rolled his eyes, thought for a long time, but still shook his head and said, "Except for the recruitment list I posted, no one can meet the requirements, there seems to be nothing else!" ”

"So that's the case," Jiang Jiang nodded, and said, "I heard that there are four strange men in this Ling Tian City, namely the God Killing Lord Shen Tuwen, the beggar son Su Shenyuan, the silver-faced divine doctor Hanging Pot Child, and you." Do you know the other three? ”

"Well, I am quite familiar with Prince Zhaojing, and I often go to his house to play. As for the silver-faced miracle doctor, sometimes I know him, sometimes I don't. Speaking of the beggar son, I have the most delicate relationship with him, I think that his Su family and my Yuwen family were equal in strength, but when he was eighteen years old, his parents died, but he scattered all his family wealth to become a beggar. He has loved to be a beggar since he was a child! But for so many years, he has been a character who has never seen the end of the dragon, and he should be living casually (sex xg) chic! ”

"Listening to the tone, the boy seems to be very envious of him," Jiang Jiang asked tentatively, "Is the beggar very enviable?" ”

"Hey, you can't say that, beggars are better than beggars, at least they are not dragged down, and they are free."

"Do you want to be a beggar again?" Jiang Jiang asked Yuwen Zhengji.

"To be a beggar?" Yuwen Zhengji asked in surprise, he had never thought about this, but why did he actually move stupidly when he heard Jiang Jiang's suggestion.

"Do you think, if you go to be a beggar, you will be dirty, unclothed and hungry, and you will be beaten and scolded!" Jiang Jiang squinted his eyes as he spoke, and seriously looked at the changes in Yuwen Zhengji's face, "Many times it is not as good as a dog, how miserable and miserable it is, how humble ((贱 jiàn)jiàn) how humble ((贱 jiàn)jiàn)!" ”

The look on Yuwen Zhengji's face was very struggling, his hands were on the armrests of the chair, he held it very tightly, his back was tensed, and his head was slightly tilted back, as if he was trying to get rid of something.

Jiang Jiang paused and continued, "These beggars have no money to treat when they are sick, so they can only stay next to each other. Many times they can't get a bite to eat in every street they visit, and they can even go to grab food with wild dogs. But they have an advantage that no one can match, and that is that their happiness is so easy. As long as there is a bite to eat, even if it is rancid and cold, they will be happy, and if there is a piece of fat (meat rou) the size of a fingernail in the food, they have to hold it in their mouths for a long time, because it is a rare delicacy for them. If someone gave them a few copper plates or half a cup of wine, they would dance with joy. They don't have extravagant hopes, so they don't disappoint, they don't feel hopeful, so a little charity makes them happy. ”

At this time, Yuwen Zhengji's back began to bow forward slightly, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

He kept telling himself in his heart that I was Yuwen Zhengji, the eldest young master of the Yuwen family, my family was rich and rivaled the country, and my share was as noble as a prince. I must not be willing to fall into depour, and I must not envy beggars, because that would be the greatest mockery of my self (身shēn).

"Young Master Yuwen, haven't you thought about why Su Shenyuan wants to scatter all his wealth to become a beggar?" Jiang Jiang took a step forward, raised his voice a little higher, and asked Xiang Yuwen Zhengji, "Didn't you say that his family background is comparable to your Yuwen family?" I wonder if he struggled in his heart at the beginning? But you have seen him, you have seen him after becoming a beggar, you envy him, because he is so relaxed, happy from the bottom of his heart, he stands in tattered clothes in front of you, but his eyes are full of pity when he looks at you! ”

"No, it's not like that, don't talk nonsense!" Yuwen Zhengji was still very resistant, "What you said is not right, what you said is not right!" If beggars are so happy, why do everyone have to work hard to make money and seek wealth? Only a very small number of people like Su Shenyuan would be willing to be beggars! ”

"You're not a beggar, how do you know a beggar isn't happy?" Jiang Jiang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Childe, can you think about whether you want to pretend to be a beggar and experience the feeling you have never felt before?" If you don't want to, I'll come over and tell you a joke after lunch, and I'll never ask you again if you want to pretend to be a beggar. ”

Jiang Jiang said and bowed to Yuwen Zhengji, and turned (body shēn) to go out.

Then she went around leisurely alone, and almost all the courtyards in the last few courtyards of Yuwen Mansion were designed as gardens, at this time, the osmanthus was fragrant, and the frost forest was drunk, which was particularly beautiful.