Lingzhou in North Liangdao is a well-deserved Saiwai Jiangnan, rich and rich, but also has a bit of rare bookish atmosphere in the northwest, so Lingzhou was a little proud in the face of Liangyou and Liangyou in the past few years, and the combat power of the garrison is far less than your bravery, but we have a lot of people here. It's a pity that with the emergence of a young scholar named Chen Wang in Youzhou, Lingzhou Shilin became a little sick, although Sun Yin was a scholar who walked out of Lingzhou two days ago, and when he was in the highest official position, he also did the right sacrifice wine of the capital Guozijian, but compared to Chen Shaobao, who was in the center, it was obviously still a big difference. It's just that this kind of dispute can't quarrel with a small place like Huanghua County, Huansha County, Huanghua County is a lower county, located in the westernmost part of Lingzhou, Huanghua is notoriously poor, and because in Lingzhou, it seems that Huanghua County is even poorer, and every time the county commander of Huanghua County goes to the state city to meet a colleague with a comparable rank, it is a torment. However, the poor here are poor, compared to Youzhou's dislike of poetry and books, dozens of villages in Huanghua County, large and small, in addition to the official government, almost every village has private schools, wealthier village families, and even sectarian schools, so the sound of children reading here is not less than other places in Lingzhou.

Li Xian is the most learned scholar in Lijia Village, and he is the master of Liyang Beijing, but it is said that he has failed the list, and he has traveled thousands of miles to go back and forth, and it stands to reason that he has won the examination, and it is not difficult to go to the official office of Huansha County to seek an errand, but unfortunately it is not a coincidence, the scholars from the Central Plains poured into Lingzhou, and someone occupied his teaching position, Li Xian was a poor character, and he couldn't get a way, I don't know if he was resentful, so he simply went back to his hometown and set up a private school, and there were seven or eight Mongolian children in the village who went to school, barely making ends meet, What's more, Li Xian also took the initiative to recruit a few children with foreign surnames into the private school, not to mention hiring Jin Shuxiu, but also to take care of their food and drink twice a day, as a result, many women of good families of appropriate age in nearby villages originally liked Li Xian, but they also retreated under the beating of their parents.

Today, Li Xian carried a small pot of wine to the neighboring village, there is no official road between the villages, only a muddy and sandy path that is more than a foot wide, those villagers and village women will respectfully shout Mr. Li when they meet Li Xian, Li Xian will also smile and respond, and will chat a few words. Li Xian arrived in front of a hut by the stream, surrounded by a fence, and an old hen with a flock of chicks was foraging for food, pecking a little. When Li Xiangang pushed away the firewood, he saw a familiar figure walking in the distance, smiled knowingly, and stood at the door waiting. The old man walked slowly, but in good spirits, in addition to carrying the jar of mud sealed rice wine in his hand, there was also some food wrapped in oil paper. The old man, like Li Xian, is a teacher in the village's private school, but compared to Li Xian, he has been teaching and reading for more than 20 years, and the old people in the surrounding villages have a clear eye to say that this guy surnamed Liu, an outsider, his ancestral home is from the Central Plains, and his ancestors are noble.

Compared with the same villagers, Li Xian wants to know more things, Mr. Liu is a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period, there is no doubt about this, Hong Jia passed by Beiliang when he ran north, and he should have continued to go north, following those Central Plains clans into the Beimang Southern Dynasty, but when Mr. Liu walked to Beiliang, the family was scattered, the sick died, the lost lost, the crazy crazy, the result seemed to be only Mr. Liu alone, the water did not die or what happened, and he survived in a mess, what is the truth, Li Xian is not clear, Mr. Liu is not happy to say those Chen sesame rotten grain, in short, he took root in Beiliang and ran a private school, because of his eccentric temperament and harsh and harsh, coupled with the chatter, the situation of the private school has been deserted, if it weren't for some strange medical skills that Tulang can't figure out, I'm afraid this old man would have starved to death.

As for the person who visited the two of them with wine, he was also an unknown teacher in Huanghua County, Li Xian's enlightenment of three hundred thousand was taught by the old man, Li Xian's first kowtow in his life was to kowtow to the tablet of the Confucian Zhang Sage and the old man as a gentleman, now that I think about it, this gentleman's knowledge is really not high or deep, and it must not be comparable to the hidden Mr. Liu, but in the eyes of Li Xian, who is already famous, Mr. is Mr., and he will not add a surname like calling Mr. Liu in front of him. The villagers did not believe in Li Xian, who was a teacher for one day and a father for life, so much respect for the villagers, and liked to call the nickname Wang Lao Bald, and along with some naughty children, when they were working in the adjacent fields, or when Mr. borrowed money from their parents on credit, they also dared to laugh and shout Wang Lao Bald, as for whether they would be hit by the board later, another matter, the children in the village are all rough and thick-skinned, and they can run all over the mountain with bare feet, what is it to take a few boards?

Li Xian's enlightenment teacher Wang Changqing, and Mr. Liu's disagreement is known from far and near, two old men of the same age but with a rich background, from middle age to twilight years, as long as they meet, they quarrel, generally speaking, Mr. Liu's quarreling rhetoric is more cloudy, can make people come back to taste after several years, the moment is not ruthless, Wang Changqing's folk slang can always be exported into chapters, not so literal crepe, lethality is naturally not comparable to Mr. Liu, but the latter is always invincible, the two quarrel often quarrel and quarrel and become chickens and ducks, play the piano to each other, and never get tired of it, more than 20 years。

This time Li Xian took out the money from his savings to buy a pot of good green ant wine, because his husband had just squeezed out the private school for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest, and he was sick in bed in a fit of anger, the new young gentleman, younger than Li Xian, who was nearly thirty years old, Li Xian had seen a meeting, talked well, was a foreign scholar, and most of the scholars who went to Liang entered the big and small yamen, that scholar didn't seem to like to be an official, but he loved to preach and teach, as for why he ran to Beiliang to teach, God knows. However, there are also rumors that the scholar was in the Huanghua County market earlier, and fell in love with a little lady in this village at first sight, so he ran all the way to the village to settle down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Xian had already caught a glimpse of the gentleman who wanted to go out to bask in the sun, and immediately retreated into the house after discovering the figures of the two of them, his legs and feet were very smart, and he probably went back to bed and pretended to be sick.

Li Xian and Mr. Liu walked into the slightly gloomy inner room together, and the latter slapped the rice wine and food on the small table, and said angrily: "There is wine and meat today, Wang Laobald, if you can get up, then you and I will eat and drink cleanly, if you don't get up, then I will help you eat and drink in front of you!"

Wang Changqing, who was lying on the bed, snorted coldly, "Rice wine?"

Mr. Liu said angrily: "If it's not rice wine, can it be your green ant wine in the north? You want me to drink green ant wine, unless the sun comes out in the west!"

Li Xian had no choice but to smile and say, "Sir, I brought a pot of green ants, and Mr. Liu has sauce meat, how about it?"

Wang Changqing got up slowly, got up and straightened his clothes.

Mr. Liu sneered: "Mu monkey and crown." ”

Wang Changqing squinted his eyes and pouted: "Look at this one on me, brand new! This year's Chinese New Year, I will buy a new clothes." Look at the clothes you have sewn and mended year after year, Sven sweeps the floor!"

Mr. Liu said indifferently: "To have nothing to do, to go to bed early to be rich, to walk as a car, to eat dinner as meat, to use ragged shirts as fur, this is to be poor, and never change his original intention throughout his life, that is, to be poor and happy." ”

Wang Changqing rolled his eyes and said: "If you are poor, you are poor, and you are still poor?"

Mr. Liu sneered: "No better than some frogs at the bottom of the well, I have traveled thousands of miles in this life, and I have seen the principles of heaven in this life, and I have read thousands of books in this life, and I have seen people in the principles of heaven." Hey, when I arrived in Beiliang, a poor and remote place, I always saw the old scholar who had been obsessed with the pile of papers for decades, and I didn't know the southeast and northwest as soon as I got out of the door, which was really ridiculous and ridiculous. Especially the pile of old papers, placed in the Central Plains of cultivating and reading heirlooms, ordinary children can also memorize it backwards. ”

Too lazy to pay attention to the surname Liu, Wang Changqing sat on a small stool, took the pot of green ant wine that had been opened from Li Xian's hand, lowered his head and sniffed vigorously, and said with an intoxicated face: "This smell alone can be worth seven or eight dollars of silver!"

With the light from the dilapidated windows, Wang Changqing and his student Li Xian drank green ant wine, while Mr. Liu drank rice wine alone. Wang Changqing, who has sparse hair, stepped on the bench one by one, and compared to Mr. Liu, who was sitting in a precarious position, he really didn't look like a gentleman. However, Li Xian, who was taught by Wang Laobald, is not too elegant and not inferior to Mr. Liu.

Wang Changqing poured two bowls of wine, Li Xian shook his head with a smile, Wang Changqing stretched out his finger and pointed at this proud student, and said regretfully: "If you don't drink, how can you make a good poem that has been famous for thousands of years." ”

Mr. Liu sneered: "Wang Laobald, have you drunk hundreds of catties of wine in your life, and have you ever made a smooth article and a half? Although Li Xian can barely be regarded as half of your students, he is a serious person, in my opinion, it is only because of Beiliang's identity that he failed to enter the rank of scholars, and it is also what you Wang Laobald can teach?"

Wang Changqing took a sip of green ant wine, wiped his mouth, and said confrontingly: "I can't teach a lesson? You can teach Liu Shubao a lesson? Relying on a better family background, memorizing a few more books, what's the big deal!"

Mr. Liu wanted to speak again and again, but finally did not say anything, but said indignantly: "Unreasonable!"

Wang Changqing took another sip of wine, then burped, picked up a piece of sauce meat between his fingers and threw it into his mouth, and suddenly felt comfortable.

In the end, Li Xian couldn't resist Mr.'s persuasion, and his face was flushed after drinking half a bowl.

The two old men silently fought for wine and meat, but one used his hands and the other with chopsticks.

Mr. Liu was rarely drunk, a little embarrassed, and a little proud, his eyes were full of remembrance, and he said to himself: "I hate to marry a woman with ten surnames, and I hate to be a great Chu person......

Wang Laobald gently poked the slightly drunk student with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "What is the point of the ten surnamed women?"

Li Xian smiled and said: "In the past year, there were ten wealthy lords in the spring and autumn period, probably from allusions. ”

Wang Lao was bald, "Aren't they all for our general to pick up into turtle grandsons." ”

Wang Changqing's voice was not small, and Mr. Liu immediately looked at him angrily.

Wang Changqing drank most of the pot of green ant wine, he was already drunk for seven or eight points, and crossed his neck, "What's the matter, you're not convinced?!" Don't think that your old boy is the remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period, so you look down on our Beiliang, and really think that you are superior? Hmph, Lao Tzu has endured you Liu Mao for many years! In the past, you always said that our Royal Highness the Prince of the World is a gentleman, and I was also blind at that time, so I felt that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was not as good as the general, and he might not be able to support the burden of Beiliang, so I scolded you a few words, and now you are angry with Lao Tzu Yin and Yang, see if I don't clean you up! I can't clean you up, and Li Xian, my student!"

Mr. Liu's eyes were bloodshot, and he said softly: "If you can kill people, you can't do it? How can there be such a truth in the world? What is recorded in the history books again and again that a general will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither? This is not the truth of a scholar." ”

Wang Changqing suddenly slapped the wine bowl heavily, and the small half-green ant wine was splashed out of the big white bowl, and he usually went to the bazaar wine shop to drink a bowl of loose wine, and he could drink the bald Wang who had no wine left, this time he couldn't care about being distressed, and said angrily to Mr. Liu: "The general kills people like hemp, and makes your Central Plains Lu Shen, is it reasonable, Lao Tzu doesn't know! I only know that from the general to the king of Xinliang, two generations of the Xu family, the first soldier to die outside this northwest pass, blocked the Beimang million iron cavalry for your Central Plains!" Take a step back and say, even if the general owes you the remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period, King Xinliang and the Beiliang Border Army, this year, in the second year of the auspicious charm of this dog day, will also pay back for their Xu family for his old man! Zhao Shunzi of our village, Li Erwa of Li Xian's village, and two young descendants of your Liu Mao village, four people outside Beiliang Pass, only one survived, one died in Hutou City, and two died in Hulukou! Zhao Shunzi, in his early twenties, is the same as me Wang Changqing, in the eyes of you Liu Mao, who can't read a little bit of a book in his life, and what is the result? The result is that I, Wang Changqing, and you, Liu Mao, are drinking wine leisurely here!"

Wang Changqing slammed his fist on the table, "The two of us are not damned, we don't deserve to die, we are dead! Yes, Zhao Shunzi and a few of them, not for you Liu Mao, nor for me, the king of the bald man, but we can't miss him well? You Liu Mao can't read our 300,000 border troops in Beiliang?"

Mr. Liu raised his head and poured a sip of wine, his face was calm, but his lips were blue, and he said slowly: "Why is it difficult for me to read the good of those who died in the border pass? But if I want to read the good of the Xu family, why should I read the good of the Xu family? I have more than 300 mouths of the Liu family in Dachu, and I am the only one who died Liu Mao, and you are right, the damned are not dead, and the unworthy are all dead!"

Wang Changqing roared: "!" Liu Mao, Lao Tzu doesn't care how many people you died back then!"

Mr. Liu got up suddenly, smashed the jar of rice wine, and strode away.

Li Xian hesitated for a moment and ran out.

Mr. Liu stumbled, and Li Xian wanted to help, but was waved away.

Li Xian said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Liu, unless you are an old man in this village, you may not know that my husband's two sons died in battle outside Liangzhou Pass early, and my sister also died because of this." ”

Liu Mao stopped by the stream.

Li Xian looked at the stream, "When I went to Beijing to take the exam, Mr. gave me all his savings, saying that Mr. Liu, you like a set of "Window Tracks", and told me that I must help you bring a set back in Tai'an City, but at that time, several of us entered Beijing together, one of them wanted to stay in the capital to continue to take the examination, I impulsively gave him all the money, hoping that he could be in the capital that is hostile to our Beiliang, so that he can not be trapped by life and can study with peace of mind as much as possible. I didn't even dare to confess to my husband about this matter, because when I said goodbye, my husband told me that no matter what, Mr. Liu is really knowledgeable, and he is a real scholar who is far from being comparable to him, but he can teach in Beiliang for 20 years, so Beiliang owes Mr. Liu, so he Wang Changqing should do something. ”

Li Xian said softly: "Mr. Liu is hated by the country and the family, and my husband never dares to let you forget anything." ”

Li Xian looked around, "But we Beiliang, the poor countryside in Mr. Liu's eyes, never be ungrateful!

Li Xian smiled, "I haven't seen the general, nor have I seen King Xinliang, but I've seen Mr. Wang Changqing, I've seen Li Erwa, who went down to the river with me to fish in the early years, I've seen Zhao Shunzi, who scolded me as a nerd when I was a child, and I have also seen my husband's two sons, and I've seen my teacher's mother...... So I think, since we were born in Beiliang, then it is natural to die in Beiliang, for us Beiliang people who need to face the Beimang Iron Cavalry, as long as the border war does not stop for a day, then it is actually a very common thing to die every day. Maybe one day it really falls on your head, and you will be unwilling, but you are afraid of it. ”

"Death is death! Because Beimang can't help us Beiliang to live. And we don't want to live!"

"Mr. Liu, you said that in the early years of the Central Plains Spring and Autumn Period, you hated not to marry ten surnamed women, and hated not to be a Great Chu person. Today's Liyang is not hating Jiangnan, and hating not living in Tai'an. ”

Li Xian smiled and said: "As for me, Li Xian, a weak scholar, I only hate Liangzhou!"

The slender old man of Xichu looked at the distant back of this young Beiliang scholar in a daze.

The old man suddenly lay down on the edge of the stream, stuck his head into the stream, and drank hard.

Then he sat cross-legged and laughed, "Good wine!"

The old man turned his head to look at the young man who ran back quickly, and he must have mistakenly thought that he Liu Mao couldn't think about it.

The old man burst out laughing.

On the contrary, Liu Mao finally wanted to open it today.

Compared with the Central Plains, whether it is the Central Plains in the Spring and Autumn Period or the Central Plains in Liyang, there are not many readers in Beiliang, and there are fewer books.

However, who says that there is no chivalry between the lines here?!