When Chen Ping'an came to the iron lock well with a bucket, he passed several breakfast shops in Xinghua Lane in the middle, and his stomach was hungry without saying hello, but he was shy in his pocket, and the young man could only line up to carry water, there were three families in front of him, and when it was his turn, Zhigui suddenly carried a small bucket and inserted it horizontally, and the people behind him were immediately unhappy.

Although it is not enough to scold, but the words are not good, especially there is a rickety old woman, known as Granny Ma, the two sons are very promising, each has a dragon kiln, although it is very small, in more than 30 dragon kilns at the bottom, but in Xinghua Lane, it is naturally a sky-high rich court, but for some reason, the relationship between the old woman and the two daughters-in-law is not good, the son and daughter-in-law have already moved to Taoye Lane, the old woman has been living alone in the ancestral house of Xinghua Lane, in the eyes of Chen Ping'an and Liu Yangxian's generation, Granny Ma has always been a terrible elder, scolding people very ruthlessly, especially stingy, the snow outside the courtyard gate in winter, she can't wait to hug her homeIf a child uses the snow in front of her house for a snowball fight, or pulls out an ice pick under the eaves of her house, she can carry a broom and chase and scold for a few streets without getting tired.

In the past, in these alleys in the west of the town, only Gu Cang's mother should be able to suppress Granny Ma's arrogance. Now Widow Gu is said to have followed her distant relatives of the dead ghost man to her husband's hometown. Returning to the rivers and lakes, it is not pleasing to the eye when it is caught, this is not a handmaid who collects salaries to come out like this, Granny Ma immediately began to speak in a weird manner, her voice is not big, she does not smile at her skin, and deliberately makes a family routine with the women around her, saying that some girls are from their families, and they can finally open their faces and twist their faces, anyway, they can't put their legs together when they walk, this is a great joy, and finally they don't have to be a young lady's body, and they can be called Mrs. openly.

Chen Ping'an's scalp tingled when he heard this, and it was not easy to drive away the childish gui who was at fault first, after all, he had been a neighbor for so many years. After helping Liu Xianyang fill two buckets of water, he hurriedly brought her a bucket of water, thinking about leaving this gossiping mother-in-law as soon as possible. Granny Ma was even more annoyed when she saw that the little of the Song family pretended not to hear it.

This is the case with the master's moves, I am most afraid that the other party will not accept the move at all, and if there is a good martial art, there will be nowhere to stay.

The old woman used to quarrel with the sassy fox of the widow Gu, and the old woman felt that her skills were good every time she was afterward, and the next time she quarreled, she would definitely be able to get back to the field, which was like the little wave hooves in this mud bottle lane, and she deliberately kept silent every time, but every time the girl left, her eyes revealed a sense that made the old woman extremely uncomfortable, which really made the old woman hate her teeth, and she wanted to come forward to catch her with a face full of flowers, saving the young men and young men in a few alleys nearby, everyone wanted to hang their souls on the waist of the shameless maid.

Especially his grandson, although he has always been a fool in the eyes of outsiders, but recently, even her grandmother thinks that this child is really crazy, and she talks nonsense all day long, always saying that she will marry this maid in Mud Bottle Lane as a daughter-in-law in the future, and then she will punch this god out of a hole.

Seeing that the hateful girl didn't react, Granny Ma hit the idea on the poor boy, and sighed: "The unproductive cheap mud embryo killed the father and mother and also had the face to live in the world, knowing that he was destined to have no ability to marry a daughter-in-law, so he licked his face and hooked up with other people's maidservants, it was really a pair of dog men and women made in heaven, just be together, anyway, Mud Bottle Lane is a place to live in garbage and cheap seeds, and the children born in the future can't really be the king and hegemony in Mud Bottle Lane." ”

Chen Ping'an thought about it, and bent down to put down the burden on his shoulders.

The maidservant Zhigui had already put down the bucket early, and strode towards the fearless old woman, and the girl slapped her without saying a word, and hit Granny Ma in a circle, dizzy, and supported the women next to her so that she didn't fall. Zhigui didn't wait for the old woman to come back to her senses, she took another step forward, and slapped her head and face, and the girl scolded: "Old immortal thing, I've endured you for a long time!"

The old woman shook her head, she was so angry that she was about to fight back, I don't know if it was an illusion, the support of the two women around her was too dedicated, so that she couldn't break free for a while, and was humiliated for the third time, the maid shot for the third time, bent her fingers on the old woman's forehead and knocked it to death, "If you dare to scold in the future, pull out the tongue of your long-tongued woman, and if you scold a word, I will prick you with a needle once!"

The old woman was so frightened that she forgot to fight back, let alone fight back.

The girl turned and walked away quickly, and when she found that the neighbor boy had helped her carry the bucket, she smiled and returned with him to Mud Bottle Alley.

Without waiting for Chen Ping'an to speak, the girl said to death, "Don't thank me, it has nothing to do with you when I scold people." ”

Chen Ping'an was speechless.

The empty-handed girl was muttering to herself, and she didn't think about taking the bucket back from the straw sandals boy anyway.

Next to the iron-locked well, the old woman sat on the ground and howled, "The little who has suffered a thousand knives will be punished by God...... My life is so bitter, God doesn't have long eyes, why don't you smash a thunderbolt down and smash this little prodigal hoof to death......"

The girl's steps were brisk, and her hands were propped up to the sky one by one, with very strange gestures.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an has been a neighbor with her for so many years, and he doesn't think it's strange.

When the two passed by the morning shop, Chen Ping'an saw a familiar back, she was not tall, wearing blue clothes, and was buying freshly baked meat buns, steaming, and the fragrance wafted across the street.

Chen Ping'an

In the early morning of this day, I don't know when the clouds were low, it was extraordinarily thick, like a big futon of a rich family, spread out there to bask in the sun.

Boom, thunder shook the town's head.

Ma Poma, who was on the other side of the iron lock well, stood up and hurriedly ran home, the small bucket swayed, spilling well water all the way, and it was estimated that after arriving home, there would not be half a bucket of water left.

The old woman probably knows that if God really opens her eyes, the first thunder will fall on her head.

After Chen Ping'an heard the thunder, he raised his head and looked at it, a little puzzled, not like a sign of rain.

The girl smiled and said: "My young master said that he had seen it in the book, and it is rumored that every early spring, there will be a god of heaven wearing golden armor, beating drums in the clouds, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, deterring all evils, and reporting the new year." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Your young master does read a lot. ”

The girl sighed, "My young master is good at everything, but he is lazy, and then he likes to scold God, I don't think it's good." ”

Chen Ping'an did not have the habit of talking about right and wrong behind his back, so he didn't say anything about it. Next door, Song Jixin has a strange temper that has insisted on it for many years, that is, he scolds God, and Granny Ma is the same way, scolding thieves and God for not opening his eyes. However, readers also have the particularity of readers, snowy nights, thunderstorms, when the sky is full of colorful clouds, this is Song Jixin's three non-scolding, saying that he wants to take advantage of God's nap to scold him, God can't hear it, he won't be angry, and he Song Jixin can also relieve his breath and comfort, killing two birds with one stone.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an didn't talk, Zhigui seemed to be casual and said, "You didn't go home last night, went to Liu Xianyang's side?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "There are guests at home, it's inconvenient." ”

She asked coldly, "By the way, has Mr. Qi met with you, and what else did you say?"

Chen Ping'an asked rhetorically: "Why do you ask that?"

She smiled innocently and said, "Just ask, because when I went out to fetch water today, I happened to meet Mr. Qi who said that he was taking an early morning walk, and asked me if you were at home, so I answered truthfully." ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I accidentally met Mr. Qi before, and Mr. said a few homely words to me, which roughly means that I should go to the school with Liu Xianyang back then." I can only say that my family is poor and I can't do anything, otherwise I would like to study. ”

Childe asked, "Is that so?"

Chen Ping'an looked into her eyes and asked with a smile, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

She laughed it off.

The two parted at the corner of the street, Zhigui took the bucket and went to Mud Bottle Lane, Chen Ping'an returned to Liu Xianyang's house, and after that, he had to go to the east gate of the city to get the family letterhead, a letter and a penny, if he had this business early, with Chen Ping'an's foot strength to run all over the mountains within a hundred miles, it was estimated that the daughter-in-law had saved enough.

At the mouth of the mud bottle alley, Zhigui saw his young master standing there, yawning.

She walked briskly and said curiously, "Childe, why did you come out?"

Song Jixin slowly stretched his body and said lazily: "It's boring to stay." ”

She asked in a low voice, "Childe, when will the new superintendent return to the town?"

Song Jixin thought for a while, "It's just a matter of ten years." ”

Zhigui hesitated, and the small bucket in his hand swayed.

Song Jixin smiled and asked, "What's wrong, do you have something on your mind?"

She said timidly: "Childe, can you lend me that local county chronicle to take a look? Just for a night or two, I can read and write, and I will get the capital of the province, and I will be looked down upon by others, and when the time comes, I will even be affected by the child's jokes." ”

Song Jixin smiled dumbly, and after thinking about it for a while, "What is this embarrassing to say, but remember to wash your hands before turning the book, don't get dirt on the pages, and then be careful of candle oil dripping, there is nothing else to pay attention to, it's just a broken book that 'ends here'." ”

Zhigui smiled brightly: "The slave and maid thanked the son!"

Song Jixin was happy, and laughed heartily: "Come on, come on, Gongzi will help you carry water." ”

Zhigui dodged for a moment, and said with a straight face: "Childe, didn't you say that the gentleman is far away from cooking? These miscellaneous things, where can Childe touch, if it is passed on, I will be poked in the backbone by the neighbors!"

Song Ji smiled angrily: "Rules, principles, etiquette, these things, it's okay to fool and scare others, I ...... son"

Speaking of which, this reading seed that grew in the alley will not continue to speak.

She was curious, "What is Childe?"

Song Jixin resumed his cynical smile and pointed at himself, "Son, I, in fact, am a farmer, give a field to a ridge, row by row, divide it, and then let people sow seeds, divert water for irrigation, I will sit and wait for the harvest, year after year, that's all!"

She was dazed.

Song Jixin laughed.

The young man suddenly restrained his smile and said seriously: "Zhigui, did the person surnamed Chen help you carry the bucket all the way?"

The handmaid nodded, her eyes innocent.

The young man said earnestly: "There is a sage who once said that it is not right to be willing to regard the kindness of strangers as a rare treasure, but to take all the efforts of those close to him as a matter of course and turn a blind eye to them. ”

The maid was even more confused, "Huh?"

The young man rubbed his chin and said to himself: "I didn't even hear the meaning of my words, how can I answer the young master?"

The maid couldn't help laughing, she didn't take the threat of her young master to heart at all, and revealed the truth: "The young master actually wants to wait for me to ask, who is the sage asked by the university, right? Young master, I know, it's you!"

Song Jixin laughed heartily, "Those who know me, Zhiguiya!"

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In the study room, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting precariously, and all the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard in front of him turned into powder in the spring thunder.

There is a way for children in small towns to catch slate fish in the creek, which is to hit the stones in the stream with a hammer, and the fish hiding at the bottom of the rocks will be stunned and come to the surface.

It is similar to the so-called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger in the book.

But if you want to warn a saint, don't act against the sky and go against reason.

Then the heavy weapon that matches the identity of heaven and earth is probably only the mighty heavenly thunder.