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, leaving a hundred new copper coins strung with leather ropes, which were calculated as the cost of four days' breakfast.

I don't know where he got it from. The brand-new coins are round and full, yellow and shiny, and they are lovely.

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, but Chu didn't care, but he never stopped long. Gradually, those weird eyes disappeared, and everyone got used to it.

Think about it too.

Young, handsome, golden, scholarly, maybe still a prince and grandson. Even if Yunmeng is broken and he escapes to do white labor, he is also a human being, and he is the object that the people in the market must look up to, how can he marry a woman with a child, and even being a concubine is too cold.

Taking care of Li Su is probably for the sake of fellow villagers. As for a year and a month of breakfast, it's more normal. Who doesn't do this in a big family? It's not bad for money, it's 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 he also knew that the gentle woman was not afraid of receiving less money, but afraid of overcharging.

The scenery does not change every day, and I am tired of it. On this day, Chu Fan changed his mind and reversed the clockwise walking route. In this way, I will go to the Judge's Temple first, and the time to arrive at the wonton stew shop will be advanced to about half past six.

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. Just a little on tiptoe, the tall body will float leisurely, like a flutter of flocculents. The movements are coordinated and casual, and they are extremely natural. Including the food box dangling in the hand, it seems to be integrated with the surrounding environment and inseparable.

This is a state of meditation.

He walked in a state of silence, and his mind was empty.

Everything in the outside world is like a scroll of painting scrolls that are quietly opened, with a panoramic view and no distractions.

Hongchen's life is a practice, and taking a walk in the morning is also a way of practice that he has just figured out.

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

He was familiar with the temple.

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

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 only two years old before she came to this world...... Xiang Gong was originally a scholar, but who expected that after encountering hardships on the way to escape, his temperament changed greatly. More and more shameless, with an abominable face, no different from a jackal, a snake and a scorpion. Once, he almost sold me to a big family, and he had to abandon Yingying...... When we run, take away the last bit of silver, and leave nothing for our mother and daughter......

“...... How much suffering has been experienced, and Yang Wu is forced to swallow his anger and sell wontons and stew, and the people around him are staring like wolves. If it hadn't been fought to the death, they would have been torn to pieces...... But I can't die, I have to bring Da Yingying...... She didn't have a father, she couldn't live without her mother...... God favored him, and finally waited for him...... He came like a Son of God from heaven...... Me, I, I...... Isn't it a pleasure...... Everyone in the market was afraid, and it 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. When he saw 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, which scared people away. I was afraid that Zheng Tu would come back to open the window again, put the kitchen knife under the bed, and didn't dare to close my eyes all night...... Woo...... When will such a day end...... Tomorrow, I'm leaving here, and I don't know where I'm going......

“...... When you see a gentleman, why don't you like it...... I can see him for the last time today. I'm really, really satisfied...... I know...... I know that he has mercy on our mother and daughter, is very good to me, and is very good to Yingying...... The day before yesterday, I went out in my dream, and the mountains were 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...... I can't drag people down and make them a laughing stock...... 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 hurriedly, 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.