During the Qianlong period, the city of Beijing was in the years of busy traffic and prosperous markets. Under the rule of the imperial court, there is no chaos, and the industry is prosperous.

Outside the Dongzhi Gate, the barren grass grows, the city gate is the boundary, the inside of the gate is the city, and the wasteland outside the gate. Walking hundreds of zhang from the Dongzhi Gate, he arrived at the Ji family's mansion.

Ji Dacaizi, named Ji Yishui, is known as Mr. Yiyi.

The ancestor was a pedant, a native of Shanxi, and later settled in Beijing with his father in business.

Since childhood, he was quick to think, and later he was on the list in high school, but he did not take the imperial examination, and became a teacher.

Ji Yishui has learned the way of Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, is a scholar, has a solid family background, and has been immersed in the sea of books for decades.

The literati are destined to settle the world, and Ji Yishui is naturally the same, he has been strict in his family education since he was a child, and he is honest and kind.

Although he is a teacher, he does not forget the poor students, and he has nothing to do to open a porridge factory to help the people, so as to avoid learning and preaching to solve doubts.

After a long time, he can be regarded as a well-known good person, and the people praise him.

One wife and six concubines.

To say that this season's Yishui must be the master of Fulu's birthday and jubilee, but there is one thing that is embarrassing:

When the Ji family gave birth to a child, they gave birth to one and died young.

Seeing that he was forty years old, he still had no children under his knees. It is because of this that he keeps marrying wives and concubines, but he still has no children and no daughters.

The Ji family was so anxious that they had tried all kinds of home remedies, and it was useless to even go to the famous "bag inquiring" in the capital.

Later, in the first lunar season, Yishui went to the Guan Emperor Temple, worshiped Guan Erye, and cried bitterly to Guan Erye about his childlessness.

It doesn't matter if I cry, but I found a person to talk to and a hobby:

Ji Yishui felt a lot of peace of mind every time he cried, so he often came here to chat with the second master.

Sometimes I bring some tribute wine and meat, and sit and drink a few sips with the second master.

After a hundred days of such a visit, after a full day of wine and food, Ji Yishui burped a few times, his face was slightly drunk, he patted Guan Erye's shoulder and said goodbye, and went home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned home, I heard the family in the house report the good news that the eldest lady was happy!

This is really a thunderbolt-like event on a sunny day, and for a while, the Liang Mansion was full of lights and feasts.

It made Ji Yishui think that it was Guan Erye's appearance, and since then, he has been worshipping Guan Erye every day, so he is not pious.

The birth of a child in the Ji family is a great joy, and many friends come to congratulate them.

However, the time of the child's birth was not very good, but it was a fellowship when he was a child, and he was born with yellow muscles and thin muscles.

Ji Yishui invited several fortune tellers, all of whom said that the child might die.

This made Ji Yishui sad, and he always washed his face with tears every day.

When the child was three years old, he fell seriously ill and was almost dying, and everyone in the Ji family was in tears. Later, Ji Yishui took the child to the newly built Guandi Temple to pray, sincerely.

It's really strange that after three or five days, the child actually healed and jumped around, which made Ji Yishui even more happy.

Seeing the child grow up healthily, he finally got his wish, how could he not like it, and later named him Ji Li.

As a mention, when Ji Li was almost dying, Ji Yishui made a wish in Guandi Temple:

If my son grows up safely and soundly, he will save money day and night, and when the child gets married, he will use this deposit to reshape Guan Erye's golden body, and then shape the temple, Ji Mansion up and down, and the children and grandchildren will be grateful for Guan Erye's mercy!

Time flies, Baiyun Canggou, in a blink of an eye, Ji Li has reached the age of the weak crown, in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he looks very knowledgeable.

Ji Yishui watched his beloved son grow into a human being, and said in his heart that he could be regarded as a queen.

also pampered Ji Li, let it go, and just wanted it to grow up safely.

Don't learn etiquette, don't read poetry, and wander uninhibited all day long, even so, he is extremely handsome, and Ji Li is still deeply favored by everyone in the house.

I woke up early and had nothing to do to go shopping, and I had a little spare money, so I made a few friends with wine and meat.

On this day, again, a few friends sat idle in the tavern they usually visited, ready to recite a poem:

"Come, Brother Yuwen, it's been half a year since our quyi troupe was established, and we haven't made a decent article yet, so let's have a section today with wine."

Ji Li's face was flushed, it seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine, one was full of burps, his eyes were round, he glanced at his friend in front of him, and raised his glass to invite poetry.

The person in front of him was a friend Ji Li knew, named Yuwen Wushuang, who was also a person of wine and meat on weekdays.

Hearing Ji Li say this, Yuwen Wushuang hurriedly said:

"Come... Drinking and drinking, why should we embarrass ourselves. ”

It's no wonder that he was disappointed, these three or five friends set up a quyi troupe, called "Beijing's Ten Talents".

It is said that it is the first to take the number, in case this thing becomes popular in the future, it is also good to leave a place for future generations.

The gang was established half a year ago, and it is said that it is 99 and a half years away from the Centennial Quyi Troupe.

But these buddies do have a limited level, and they get together every time they compose poetry, and in the end they all become drinking wine and eating meat.

The Quyi Troupe has been established for half a year without a word, and several people are illiterate in Douda, if they are really hard here, they will have a few cerebral infarctions.

A few words and a glass of wine prevaricated, Yuwen Wushuang was a little self-aware, and the rest of the people also admitted it, and the stubble of this poetry was over.

But you can't drink wine without anything, and these little guys have fun chatting and chatting:

It is said that it has been established for half a year, and there is no big or small division.

Today, I'm going to talk about life and death while I'm drinking... Hmmm... Which is stronger and which is weaker.

Ji Li drank some wine, and took the brunt of the wine:

"I propose to use articles to discuss the length and shortness of the article, and write poems to fight, whoever does it well is great!"

"Come... Drink and drink..."

The rest of the people raised their glasses, saying in their hearts that this kid really wants to force himself to death...

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with any good ideas. Yuwen Wushuang proposed to see who had a good amount of alcohol, and everyone should agree.

Three or five cups were down, and everyone was drunk.

This matter was delayed, and the next day, several people got together again.

sighed, learned the lesson of the last time, and another one named Zhang Xiaoyu said that this is not good, he was drunk after doing nothing, or he settled the bill, and he had to change the way.

A few buddies studied it again with overnight drinking, and finally Yuwen Wushuang proposed to see who could fight, and to be the eldest brother in Beijing, he had to be both civil and military.

Everyone thumbs up, Brother Yuwen is really mighty.

Several people were already young and vigorous, and they hit it off, so they found fault and fought:

I saw a vendor selling meat on the side of the road, and several people often encountered him, and I always felt that this person was a bit of a thief, and he had a big waist and a round waist.

Coincidentally, today I took the opportunity to loosen his muscles and bones, and Yuwen Wushuang was almost drunk again, so he took the lead and raised his fists.

Three or five people watched Yuwen Wushuang go up, and said in their hearts that they couldn't fall behind, so they all followed the copying guys, and they were very powerful.

However, the vendor who sold meat was even more powerful: in his early years, he ordered troops in the field, fought horses for half his life, and later returned to the capital to kill pigs and sell meat.

I watched a few little buddies do it with themselves without saying much, and I'm not polite, three times five divided by two...

The four little brothers recuperated for half a month before they could barely get together again.

"No, I have to change, Zhang Xiaoyu's arm is broken, and he said that he will swear to die and never see Beijing again."

"Yes, who would have thought that buddy was a practitioner, this will give me a beating."

Yuwen Wushuang was also not lightly injured, and his arms and legs were very lame, but he seemed to be unwilling, and slapped the table again and said:

"I propose..."

"Shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, several people stepped forward to cover his mouth and kicked him a few times.

Later, it was unanimously decided that:

In order not to hurt the innocent or kill each other, it is better to compare who is bold.

It's really idle.

How to compare?

A few people were in trouble again, and Yuwen Wushuang proposed that whoever dared to go to the vendor who fought a few days ago and buy two catties of meat back, even if he was bold.

As a result, several people have been vetoed: this is not boldness, this is death.

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Ji Li chattered, which explained the reason, and Bai Changsheng was stunned when he heard it:

It was also a sigh that this famous family was so unbearable after that.

"You're so idle, you have nothing to do with me to find excitement..."

Bai Changsheng glared at Ji Li, but Ji Li said aggrievedly:

"Who said that you came here to find excitement, I just came here to have a look, I want to get some tribute for sacrifice, the front door is not open, I thought that the people inside didn't hear, so I went to the back door.

As a result, it was this half of the coffin that climbed up, and I was scared enough to choke on myself, so I hurried away.

Halfway through, I thought I still had to bring some tribute paper figurines or something, so I turned around and came back, but I ran into you chattering here, and I wanted to tease you..."

It turned out to be such a mistake, Bai Changsheng knew it, looked at the fire fold pinned to Ji Li's waist, and knew the reason for the spontaneous combustion of his father Shanxiang:

This coffin shop can't be hot, it has to be guided by cold flint, Ji Li didn't know the situation, and when he came in, he lit a fire and folded it, which caused the old father's good incense to be heated and spontaneously combusted.

At that time, I was looking at the paper figure outside the door, and I couldn't meet it by chance, so I naturally didn't notice it.

And the back door is actually not a serious "door", but a "scattered hole" left by the old father: the coffin shop is cold and damp, and this hole is left for ventilation.

Straight to half of the coffin, outside to the backyard, the cold of the province is too strong, and it will be bitten by insects and snakes in the future.

was used as a back door by that Jili, and this kid was also bored by himself.

However, there is still one thing that is unclear, where did a group of buddies who lacked eyes decide to go this season, and why do they still have to take tribute paper to be safe.

Bai Changsheng asked Ji Li, but after hearing this, Bai Changsheng shuddered and changed.

I only heard Ji Li shake his head and say the idea he came up with with a proud expression:

"We finally decided to go to the Devil's Crying Grave at night to get a piece of grave bricks, whoever can get it back, even if it is the eldest brother of our Quyi troupe, so come to your coffin shop to get some tribute, and save the place and feel uneasy!"