The rain was too heavy, but fortunately the car had reached the village at the bottom of the mountain.

When I came, I probably rested, and when I went, Mr. Sun drove directly to the inn. I asked for three ordinary rooms and moved in.

The rain in late summer and early autumn doesn't stop. Shi Yiguang and his party were trapped in the inn for three days, and on the fourth day, the sky was a little brighter. Then he drove the carriage into the mountain.

After the heavy rain, the weather is rare and sunny, and the water stains on the ground have not yet dried, the mud is still there, and the cars are rolling by, splashing the starting point of the sludge.

This journey has reached the time of unitary. When you meet a wine inn on the road, stop for a break.

After getting out of the car, Shi Yiguang walked in with An Yang first, and Mr. Sun tied the carriage.

walked into the stack and looked at Shi Yiguang lying on tiptoe on the high desk. She lay on the high desk, tilted her head, and frowned deeply as she looked at the piece of wood hanging from it with rice and pasta written on it.

An Yang stood aside, with a hat, standing upright, and did not speak.

"Do you want this, or do you want this?" The child standing in the high case tied his calf nose, pointed to the sign above, and asked Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yiguang frowned, nodded this, and then that: "This and this, what bean?" ”

Xiao Er pursed his lips in disgust, and then said with disdain: "Shu (shu) beans." As he spoke, he looked at the guests at the table next to him who had been calling: "Wait, the guest officer, the little one will come soon!"

"What about that?" Shi Yiguang pointed to the wood chip next to him and asked.

"Leeks." Xiao Er rolled his eyes and said, then looked at Mr. Sun who walked in behind him, and pointed at Mr. Sun: "Little doll, if you don't know how to read, just ask the elders to order more." Then he got up and walked out of the inn, walked towards the guests who had been screaming, and said with a smile:

"What do you want, guest?"

"Cut three taels of dog meat."

Shi Yiguang turned his head to look at Xiao Er, who left him directly, and glanced at him with a flat mouth, and then turned his head. Unhappy muttered: "It's amazing to know how to read!" ”

"It's really remarkable that you don't know a single big word than you." As he spoke, Mr. Sun walked to Shi Yiguang's side, looked at the sign above, and put the whip that drove the horse, and said: "Millet millet, rice sorghum, wheat and flax, beans, cow, sheep, roe deer, pig, dog, rabbit, fish roe, 腶 (the same sound), oysters (chi two sounds), cow, quail, insects, leeks (zu one sound), Changben, Jing Yu, Mao (mao two sounds) 菹, meat sauce." ”

After that, he turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang: "Which one do you want to eat?" ”

Shi Yiguang raised his head and looked at the big seal with a slumped face, he really didn't know anyone. She pursed her lips, then ordered two casually, and turned back to an empty table.

Behind him, Mr. Sun looked at the two pieces of wood that Shi Yiguang was lit, turned around and said a few words to Xiao Er, who walked back, and then took out the money bag in his arms.

And he counted the money.

"Not enough, guest officer." Xiao Er looked at Mr. Sun's money bag and pursed his lips.

Mr. Sun paused, then turned his head to look at An Yangjun, and grinned: "The money I brought is not enough." ”

An Yang turned his head, looked at Shi Yiguang, who was sitting behind him in a daze, looked at Xiao Er, and said softly: "I'll replace it with a bowl of millet grass." ”

Mr. Sun frowned, looking at An Yang and was about to speak, but An Yang shook his head and said, "Master, don't worry, if I can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how can I assist my eldest brother in the future?" ”

Hearing this, Mr. Sun closed his mouth with an open mouth, nodded, turned his head to Xiao Er and said, "Just replace the ones I just said, the belly and quail with a bowl of millet grass." ”

"Okay." Xiao Er nodded, took the copper coin handed by Mr. Sun, counted them, turned around and walked into the stove room.

An Yang and Mr. Sun had already walked to the table and sat down, but Shi Yiguang was flattened, looking at the texture on the table and stunned.

The food came up, and Shi Yiguang silently picked up the chopsticks and ate with him.

After the meal, he silently followed the carriage again, with a sullen face. The rare demure made Mr. Sun a little uncomfortable.

After finishing the meal, the group walked out of the wine inn, and while untying the horse rope, Mr. Sun turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang, who was standing next to Anyang with his head down, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Shi Yiguang didn't speak, just shook his head, and then followed An Yang into the carriage.

The carriage drove slowly, and Shi Yiguang sat in the car, lying next to the curtain, looking at the slowly retreating mountain road and the scenery in the mountains outside. I was depressed and distracted.

Many days have passed since the present era. She has always been sitting and waiting for death, hoping to hug her thighs for the rest of her life, and she found her uselessness for the first time.

Even though I've always been a salted fish, I don't think salted fish is bad.

It doesn't matter if you're on Confucius, or on the mysterious Anyangjun. As long as you can pick up others, it seems to be much safer.

But Jiang Cai couldn't read a single word, which made her realize for the first time that if there was no An Yangjun and Mr. Sun, she wouldn't even be able to order food alone. She knew she was useless, but she didn't expect it to be useless.

In this way, not to mention that he is useless to such an extent, how can he escape from being abducted and trafficked by King Yue, even if he escapes from the Yue Palace and Wu Palace in the future, he will die in the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period in such a lifetime of uselessness?

It's better to be Shen Jiang's Xi Shi, the bad guys are scheming to recover their motherland, and the names of the bad guys can be passed down through the ages.

Shi Yiguang looked at the scenery galloping by outside the mountain and let out a long sigh.

"Is it because you can't read and write?" An Yangjun's gentle voice sounded behind him.

Shi Yiguang's head lying on the window turned and looked at An Yang sitting in the car. He had taken the hat off his head.

"Is Anyang-kun literate?" Shi Yiguang leaned on the car window and turned his head to look at Anyang, not answering the question.

An Yangjun nodded: "Yes." ”

"Did your master teach you?" Asking, Shi Yiguang sat up straight, his chin raised outside the curtain.

An Yangjun thought for a while, and then nodded: "Half of it." ”

When Shi Yiguang heard this, his whole body jumped up, jumped to the curtain of the car, opened it, looked at Mr. Sun who was sitting outside on the wheel, and asked, "Is it good for Mr. to accept me as a disciple?" ”

Mr. Sun, who was driving the car, heard the sudden sound, turned his head, looked at Shi Yiguang, who was holding the curtain of the car with a pleading face, and turned his head: "What do you want to learn?" ”

"Learn to read!" When Shi Yiguang heard that Mr. Sun did not refuse, his eyes lit up, and his body crawled out of the car.

Hearing this, Mr. Sun raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang with disgust: "The people who asked me to be a teacher lined up from the Qin State in the west to the Qi State in the east, and it was the first time I heard someone ask me to teach words!" ”