"It's all the so-called Jianghu people, and they still come to this gentleman's house with only a few broken books. On the threshing floor in front of the old Xiucai's house, the enlightenment gentleman of most of the people in the town sat on a bamboo bench that he had been doing for some years, holding the warning words of the sages in his hand.

Wei Changpan recklessly found this gentleman who was still related by blood, and thought that the only old man in the town who had won the famous examination would solve his doubts, but the latter casually asked a few words about the content of the book given more than two years ago, but it was very different from the scene that he expected to deal with freely, and he was always pedantic at the moment.

Seeing that Lao Xiucai's old face was completely blackened, Wei Changpan, who was dressed in a martial arts ironing suit, naturally lowered his head as he was admonished by Mr. in the early years of the school.

In the end, he still couldn't completely harden his heart to himself, a distant nephew and proud disciple, and Lao Xiucai's black face had a little more hatred for iron and steel:

"I know how to practice my fists and feet all day long, and the kung fu on paper and pen is wasted. Lao Xiucai put on the dignity of being a teacher again, "They are all people who are going to marry, how can they be just a martial artist who doesn't know how to write and ink." ”

However, as soon as Lao Xiucai said this, I don't know how many people in the sixteen states of Dayao want to sneeze constantly.

"The town is a common rule, I, as an elder, always have to give you a welcome gift when you marry. The role of Lao Xiucai changed to the elder of the family in an instant, "It's just that your lady doesn't come to the town, so I'll leave it to you." ”

Turning back to the two broken houses inside the old Xiucai turned over the cabinets to hang Wei Changpan alone outside the house, these two broken houses are actually the ancestral inheritance of the old Xiucai, and there are still meticulous stone carvings outside the house, but they have long been eroded by the wind and rain and have long disappeared from their original appearance, leaving intermittent and vague traces for people to miss the glory of their ancestors.

Lao Xiucai, who was accustomed to holding pen and paper, did not have the ability to repair this house, and these two dilapidated houses about his age were falling day after day.

Raising his hand to block the dazzling light coming in from the broken tiles, Lao Xiucai spent a long time in the hill of miscellaneous items and scrolls, and finally found a small box that was only obscured by dust.

With the attitude of treating the ancient books and the lonely book, the dust on the top was carefully cleaned, and the texture of the cedar wood was revealed, which was a few pieces of old Xiucai in the middle of the family road that had not been pawned, this wood has always been the first choice for the furniture of the rich and noble, but the price of the wood is difficult to support if the financial resources are extremely strong, and the small wooden box is not much bigger than the palm, and the old Xiucai was not much outrageous when he was still beautiful in his early years.

Lao Xiucai, who slowly straightened up, made a rattling sound from his waist, and he gasped with a "sizzle" in pain.

The years are not forgiving, the old Xiucai who walked out of the broken house with his waist muttered, but he looked up but disappeared Wei Changpan's figure, and his heart was on fire, just these times he couldn't wait, and people didn't know where to run, the sages and sages had clouds, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and the color remained unchanged, and the elk was happy on the left and his eyes were not instantaneous, and it was against it, it was really sad and lamentable!

The old Xiucai, who was sighing, was about to turn around and go back to the house, but he heard the movement behind him, and the old eyes that were dazzled by the pavilion Xiaokai vaguely saw Wei Changpan's figure, and he couldn't help but teach a lesson.

It was only when he got closer that Lao Xiucai saw clearly that the things Wei Changpan was carrying in his hand were all masons, and he didn't like to say: "What you do is a shallow taste, how can you be proficient in everything, don't learn or practice martial arts, and make a living as a mason." ”

It took a long time for Wei Changpan to make it clear, and when he saw that his husband's house was dilapidated, he took it upon himself to go back and get the leftover materials from the family to repair the new house.

These words made Lao Xiucai's face soften, and then a little embarrassed, the two dilapidated houses were barely effective in sheltering from the wind and rain, and the few places in the house that did not leak on rainy days were stacked with his precious books first, and then the shelter for him and his old wife.

Wei Changpan did not do a lot of work to repair the roof tiles, and when he kicked on the roof with the help of the wall, he took the mud tiles handed over by Lao Xiucai.

It is true that the residence of the most learned person in Qingshan Town has been dilapidated to the point of being miserable, and Wei Changpan, who is used to doing this kind of work, has the vigorous physique of a two-story martial artist, but it still took more than half a day to repair it to the extent that it is almost inseparable.

"I can eat more than I did then. Lao Xiucai smiled at Wei Changpan, "If it's not enough, there is still one in the pot." ”

The sky began to develop in the direction of reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, and Lao Xiucai left Wei Changpanqiang for dinner. Since Lao Xiucai's wife was sick in bed, he went out to go to the school every day to teach, that is, he had to bear the work of cooking and cooking.

But after all these years, even if Lao Xiucai no longer understands this, he finally no longer makes those hilarious jokes, and the two vegetables, vegetables and potatoes are all properly arranged, but they are all the same as his handwriting, decent, neither delicious nor difficult to swallow.

"Eat without sleeping. ”

Lao Xiucai used this to stop Wei Changpan's momentum of speaking, and picked two tender cabbage hearts into Wei Changpan's bowl.

After finishing the rice in the bowl, Wei Changpan helped Lao Xiucai feed the old wife who was sick in bed, and went to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and then moved a bamboo stool with Lao Xiucai outside the house, one old and one young, sitting and watching the starry sky.

"In my early years, I also thought that everything that the sages said was the most reasonable in the world. Lao Xiucai's tone sighed, "The sage has a saying, 'A gentleman cooks far away', but he never thought that there would be a scholar like me who had to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt in addition to learning." ”

The moon and stars are scarce, and there are wild geese flying south above their heads.

"Changpan, sir's words are not all wrong in the words of the sage and master, on the contrary, whether it is put in the past or today, the truth is still the truth. ”

"There are many questions that you have to think about with your own mind. Lao Xiucai nodded at Wei Changpan's almost white head, "Neither your parents nor your husband and master have ever gone through your situation, and the ancient sages probably didn't expect that there was an old man in this town who had read dead books for decades. ”

"Books are to be read, and the road is also to be walked, Mr. can't go out in this life, Changpan, you have to help Mr. take a good look at the scenery of the sixteen states of Dayao. ”

Lao Xiucai said that the rise was raised, and his tone became agitated: "Mr. Dai has taken a trip to the great rivers and mountains that he has never walked back then." ”