On the third morning, Chu Fan stepped on the sunshine and came to the wonton stew shop on time. After eating as usual, he took it away, and left a hundred copper coins strung with leather ropes, which was calculated as the cost of the four-day breakfast.

I don't know where I got the brand-new coins, each round and full, yellow and shiny, and I love people.

As soon as Chu Fan walked away, the neighbors on the left and right surrounded Li Su, you fifteen and twenty, and they exchanged their dark and rusty old money for new money.

Although the old money and the new money are all money, and they buy the same things, they can't stand everyone liking the new and hating the old. Moreover, new money consumes a lot in feng shui, such as dispelling evil, warding off evil spirits, town houses, attracting wealth, and so on. Even children wrap shuttlecocks, Taoist priests play hexagrams, and they love the new rather than the old. Especially like a doctor grinding copper coins into medicine, it is necessary to use new money.

Therefore, new money is not very common in circulation, and the purchasing power is about slightly greater than that of old money. Small families often put away a few coins and keep them for emergencies, or to give New Year's money to children.

Li Su honestly exchanged one article after another, and when he saw those faces who were arrogant and mean in the past, he suddenly showed a little respect, and he knew what was going on in his heart, and he didn't sleep at night.

The little girl Yingying was very afraid of life, but she fell in love with the white-robed uncle. I would wake up on time at seven o'clock in the morning, and after hearing Chu Fan's voice, I got up from the bed, often without clothes or shoes, and swayed out of the room to hug him.

Chu Fan was not annoyed, and often hugged her on his lap and ate a bowl of wonton stew together. Or after eating, teasing for a while, taking out small toys and snacks from your arms.

The strange eyes of the neighbors roamed this way, Chu didn't care, but he never stopped longer.

Gradually, everyone got used to it.

Think about it too.

Young, handsome, golden, well-read, maybe still a prince and grandson. Even if Yunmeng is broken and flees to do white labor, it is still a human being. How could it be possible to marry a woman with a child, and even accept it as a concubine.

There is nothing strange about breakfast packing, and large families want to be convenient.

The days flowed quietly, and the word "zheng" carved on the wooden wall quietly increased day by day.

Chu Fan couldn't help laughing, knowing that Li Su was recording the number of days, and also knew that she was not afraid of receiving less money, but afraid of overcharging.

On this day, Chu Fan changed his mind and reversed the clockwise walking route. Go to the Judge's Temple first, and the time to arrive at the wonton stew shop will be greatly advanced.

The sky was cloudy, the mist was like a veil, and a layer of withered yellow leaves was sprinkled on the boulevard.

The sun has not yet come out, and the scenery has lost its color, and the shadows are like woodblock carvings.

Chu Fan is as light as a civet cat, landing silently, like the wind on the water.

If you look closely, you can see that the soles of his feet are not all on the ground. A little on tiptoe, the tall body floats up leisurely, like a fluff of flocculents. All movements are coordinated and natural. Including the food box dangling in his hand, it also seems to be integrated with the surrounding environment and inseparable.

This is a state of meditation.

He walked in a state of meditation.

The outside world is like a scroll of painting scrolls that are quietly opened, with a panoramic view, no distractions, and a piece of emptiness.

Seventy or eighty meters away, a corner of the judge's temple was picked out from the woods.

That night, I walked all over Yangwu, scattered silver like flying flowers, and once saw three little beggars in the temple. At that time, not only did he scatter a handful of broken silver, but he was also afraid that they would be cold, so he threw out the curtains brought out of Zhang Biao's house. But when they came back two days later, the children were gone, and they must have gone back to their hometowns after getting the money.

Everything was silent, and the market in the distance began to wake up, and the noise was like the lights on the other side.

Suppressed sobs were faintly heard.

It's Li Su!

Chu Fan stopped.

The woman sobbed for a while, whispering.

“...... As a sacrificial wine, his father swore to live and die with Yunmeng...... I don't want to leave, but what should Yingying do? Pity her to come to this world...... Xiang Gong was originally a scholar, and his temperament changed greatly after encountering hardships, and he was no different from a jackal, snake and scorpion. On the way to escape, he almost sold me to a large family, and he had to abandon Yingying......

“...... Drifted to the point that Yang Wu swallowed his anger and sold wonton stew, and the people around him stared like wolves. If you don't fight to the death, you will be torn to shreds...... But I can't die, I have to bring Da Yingying...... She didn't have a father, she couldn't live without her mother......

“...... On that day, he seemed to fall from the sky and saved Yingying. On the second day, it came again...... I...... Good life rejoices...... After beating Steward Liu, everyone in the market was afraid and stopped for a few days. Seeing that he was still speechless, he began to look unkind again......

“...... That Zheng Tu was pestering and flirting all day long, and he actually knocked on the door last night. Seeing that I should not, he smashed the window with a stone. I had to pinch Ying Ying up and cry, and Daddy Li on the other side coughed loudly again to scare people away...... I was afraid to come again, so I put the kitchen knife under the bed and didn't dare to close my eyes all night...... Woo...... When will such a day end...... Leave here tomorrow and don't know where to go......

“...... When you see a gentleman, why don't you like it...... I am very satisfied, knowing that he has mercy on our mother and daughter, is very good to me, and is very good to Yingying...... In the dream, the mountains are full of flowers. A young man, standing on the side of the road and smiling......

“...... It's a pity that Xingqiao Magpie was originally a dream, and I hate to meet when I am not married...... Judge, Li Su, the letter girl, begs you. Bless him with a safe life, a long life, and an early marriage to a young lady, the piano and the sermon ......"

A thin figure hurriedly walked out of the temple, wiped his eyes while walking, and turned in the direction of Fang City.

Chu Fan was silent for a long time and returned the same way.

The sun rises, and the golden light is eternal.

Li Su's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked haggard. After a while, he leaned out and looked at the road, but he didn't see the familiar white robe from the past.

The little girl Yingying was woken up by her mother several times last night, but she didn't get up early as usual, and slept soundly.

The sky is bright, and the diners are starting to increase.

Li Su cleaned up a table of dishes, wiped the table, and stood on the side of the street with a rag, stunned. She has always loved cleanliness, but she was dripping to her toes with rag water, and she didn't care.

Ying Ying woke up, pouting her little finger in her mouth, and sat obediently on the small bench in the shop, looking at the door like a mother.

At nine o'clock, the farmers went home one after another, and the diners gradually became scarce.

The voice that had been waiting finally sounded, and it was flat.

"Trouble, let's have a bowl of wonton stew. ”

Li Su hurriedly turned around, and saw that Chu Fan did not smile as gently as usual, nor did he carry a food box, his mask was frosty, and he was murderous, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Ying Ying slid down the small bench, staggered, giggled and threw herself forward.

Chu Fan grinned stiffly, hugged Ying Ying with his left arm, and dragged out a clean table with his right hand and placed it at the door of the shop.

It happened that two people came over, and when they saw that the road was blocked and was about to go around to the shop, a deep voice sounded: "I won't do business today, I'm tired of changing to eat." ”

The two looked at Chu Fan in astonishment, and then at Li Su, who was walking over with a bowl with a blank face, and was about to go inside, but they heard a "pop" on the table, and a dark iron ruler appeared in the hand of the white-robed scholar.

The iron ruler is a sign of catching thieves and chasing murderers.

One foot long, half an inch wide, and weighs two pounds.

The Jianghu people put a curved gauntlet on it and locked it to twist the enemy's sword, also called an iron ruler. Make it thicker, heavier and longer, and it will become another weapon, a mace.

And what Yangwu uses to catch fast is really a ruler made of iron.

The upper scale is fine, and the crime scene can be measured. It is easy to carry, implying fair rules.

But its greatest use is not to measure, not to kill, but to beat people, to subdue the murderer.

One foot was shot, and the bones were broken and the tendons were broken. You can't die, but you don't want to live.