Yang Guyou would never have thought that Ning Xiaochuan, who met in Pingshui, would actually be the son of the Liguo Mansion, nor would he have thought that the man in front of him would be the prime minister of the dynasty.

Looking at Yang Guyou, who was speechless for a long time, Ning Feng smiled softly, "Don't be too surprised, those who can go to Yindu Guozijian to study are all talented people in the world, and you talented people are always welcome at the gate of Ning Mansion, Yang Gongzi, please take a seat." ”

Looking at Ning Feng, who was so polite, Yang Guyou didn't get used to it for a long time, and hurriedly arched his hand, "Thank you Ning Gongzi." ”

Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, maybe it was because he hadn't heard anyone call him Ning Gongzi for a long time.

Sitting at the table, cooking wine on the stove, in front of Yang Guyou is a cyan jade wine glass, which is carved with carp playing lotus, shining in the sunlight.

"I heard the fifth brother say, you don't like to read, since you don't like to read, why do you want to go to Guozijian?" Ning Feng waved his hand, and the maid beside him moved over, picked up the wine jug on the stove, and helped the two of them refill the wine.

Yang Guyou smiled awkwardly and touched his head, "My parents have always wanted me to have a career and get ahead, there are only two ways to get ahead in our Dafeng, either to study and become an official, or to cultivate martial arts and join the army; I don't know martial arts, and the only way I can go is to study. ”

"While I don't like to read, I also read myself to the Guozijian, Yang Gongzi is indeed a rare talent." Ning Feng raised his glass and said with a smile.

"Childe is overrated, in fact, I don't hate reading, but I hate the high-sounding truth written in the book, people read the sage books, learn the sage rites, but how can the sages who wrote the book understand what the descendants think, and how do they know that what they think is what the reader thinks?

Reading the same book, some people have enlightened themselves, some people feel sad, and different people have different feelings when they read the same book, if these feelings are forcibly grouped into one and recorded in obscure words, and called the so-called gift of the sages, then this book is too painful to read. ”

Yang Guyou's words made Ning Feng instantly have a different opinion on this person.

I thought that the Yang Gu You in front of him was just a simple reading genius, but he was appreciated by Ning Xiaochuan and recommended to him.

Now it seems that it is his Ning Feng's villain's heart, and the gift of the sages in the book has become an unchanging trend for thousands of years, and no one has ever questioned it, but today Yang Guyou appeared, and he said the most difficult truth in the simplest words.

Reading should not be a dead book, nor is it a dead book.

Ning Feng stroked his newly grown beard and said, "Questioning the gift of the sages, it's really surprising that you read this book." ”

"It can't be called questioning, I just don't understand, maybe I'm not suitable for reading the books of the sages." Yang Guyou shook his head and smiled.

"Stand because of the time, act because of things, don't stick to the past, don't respect the future, sheep, it's not that you're not suitable for reading, but too suitable for reading." Ning Feng raised his glass in respect.

Yang Guyou also raised his glass and saluted.

A reader who doesn't like to read reads reads out of a book the Golden House; And those students who think of themselves as scholars can only see the money jar from the book, which is somewhat ironic.

Scholars read books and enlighten the Tao, report to the country, and go to peace and the people.

Whether this is right or wrong, from Ning Feng's point of view, it is right; But from Yang Guyou's point of view, this is not entirely true, to serve the country and the people, yes, what about yourself?

Do you have to sacrifice yourself for the sake of the country and the people? If you don't even care about yourself, what can you do to repay the country and the people?

In Yang Guyou's opinion, this should be.

Scholars read martial arts, cultivate themselves, report to the country, and go to peace and the people.

If you don't do it for yourself, you can talk about what a country is.

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Yindu black market.

The woman dressed in the skin of an old man quietly looked at the letter on the table in front of her, and sighed helplessly, "Even the old monster Jiang Shengqin can't solve this Ning Xiaochuan, it seems that this person does have some ability." ”

The man in black behind him was silent, and the woman removed the mask on her face, revealing her original beautiful figure.

"You are waiting here, if that person comes, return the money to the other person, and give half more, our business is not done well, and we should pay for it." The woman picked up the letter on the table and walked deeper into the room.

Behind him, the man in black stood with his hands arched.

Walking down the room all the way to the depths, an iron door was set in the center of the front, the woman raised her hand and pressed it to the iron door, a true qi blasted out along her arm, smashed on the door, a muffled sound came, and the iron door slowly opened.

The iron door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a corridor full of oil lamps, and a bloody smell came to the hallway, the woman had long been accustomed to this smell, and waved her hand casually and walked into the depths.

Walk through the corridor to the depths of the end, where there is no cave.

A blinding light came to his face, accompanied by a cacophony of shouts, and at the end of the hallway, a large underground market came into view.

Following the woman's gaze, you will see rows of stalls one after another, and the owners of the stalls are dressed plainly and look like ordinary people.

But if you treat these stallholders who dare to do business on the black market as ordinary people, then you are in bad luck.

There was once a killer who had just entered the black market and was looking for trouble with a stall owner who was over half a hundred years old in rags for an iron sword.

The killer may have seen that others were easy to bully, so he wanted to trouble others, but before he could say a word, he was cut by a sword, and the sword that killed him was the iron sword.

Killing people is a normal thing for the black market, although the Yindu black market recognizes money and does not recognize people, but it also has its own rules, especially in this market, if you meet a random person, it is very likely to be a top killer with dozens of lives on his hands.

The one who can enter the black market is the one who is easy to bully, no matter how majestic you are outside, as long as you come to the black market market, you have to be a man with your tail between your legs.

There are all kinds of stalls here, there are swords and broadswords, which are killing weapons, and there are also hidden weapons that can't be put on the table, as long as you have money, there are martial arts cheats and cultivation techniques, and there are countless body protection soft armors.

Money can buy anything on the black market, and in the northernmost corner of the black market there is a butcher stall with a sheep's head, and it is awkward to see a meat stall in this black market full of killers.

But if you think of him as an ordinary meat stall, you are wrong, after all, this meat stall does not sell meat, there is a small door behind the meat stall, push the door in, you will find that this door is full of Xiqiang women with mustard grass in their hair.

These Xiqiang women, who had been captured by the Northern Barbarians, were squatting in the corner with their hands in shackles, their clothes in tatters barely covering their bodies, and their eyes were full of fear.

A woman's mustard grass in her hair indicates that the woman has not been bought, and those who have been bought will be marked with a buyer's unique logo to avoid misunderstanding.

This is the case with black market trading, where you can buy anything as long as you have money.

The woman who had just entered the black market tidied up her hair ornaments, carefully walked down the steps, and walked forward along the side of the black market. ”

Tan Xiang'er, this is the woman's name, and it is also the name behind the Yindu Black Market, the founder of the Yindu Black Market is the Tan family, of course, only people with qualifications in the black market can know about this, and ordinary black market killers will not know so much.

Although Tan Xiang'er is not very old, she has a lot of means, and she can sit firmly in the black market in her twenties, and it is impossible without some means.

People who have been in the black market all year round will tell you, don't mess with this woman.

Tan Xiang'er came to a stall selling short knives, leaned over gently, the owner of the stall was a little girl with big eyes, the little girl had two pigtails, seven or eight years old, looking at the big sister in front of her, the little girl stared timidly at the stranger in front of her.

Tan Xiang'er picked up a short dagger on the stall at random, smiled lightly, and laughed like the warm sun in early summer, "Sister, how can this dagger be sold?" ”

The little girl shook her head, looked behind the stall, and saw that a guest was coming, and a man with a crutch and a beard hurriedly walked over, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just went to relieve my hand, isn't this Sister Xiang?" It's just a small dagger, if Sister Xiang likes it, take it away. ”

Tan Xiang'er frowned slightly, looked at the man's remaining right leg, and sighed, "How old is your girl." ”

The man touched the little girl's head dotingly, and said softly, "Eight years old." ”

"An eight-year-old girl doesn't go outside to learn some female red crafts, what are she doing here? You see, a father would like his daughter to be in such a place. Tan Xiang'er looked at the little girl and said in a deep voice.

The boss touched his head embarrassedly, "The girl was born in the black market, her mother is in the black market, there was an accident a few days ago, and the girl and I are left, this girl doesn't go out on weekdays, I really can't get out of the way today, so let her help."

I am dissatisfied with Sister Xiang, you said, in fact, my family and I originally wanted to save some money and leave here with the girl to go back to our hometown to live our duty, who would have thought that in addition to this matter.

If I go outside, let alone feed the girl, I may not be able to fill my stomach by myself. ”

Tan Xiang'er picked up the dagger, took out a silver medal from her waist and put it in front of the boss, and said in a deep voice, "Don't let the girl set up a stall, send the girl to me after closing the stall." ”

"Really? Thank you so much Sister Xiang. The boss's eyes were red and he shouted excitedly.

Tan Xiang'er shook her head helplessly, turned around and left, even if she walked a long way, she could still hear the boss's excited cry.

It is indeed difficult for a man with a broken leg to protect his daughter, and he is also afraid, he is also afraid that after his death, his girl will be sent to the mutton stall in the north and become the plaything of the rich.

In the black market, the only one who can keep her daughter from being wronged is Sister Xiang.

Tan Xiang'er doesn't know this.

She was in the black market at the age of seven, and she hadn't seen anyone, how could she not know the boss's thoughts.

She doesn't know how many times she has encountered this situation, no matter what others think, anyway, in her place, the girl in the black market is her girl, and no one can bully.

She Tan Xianger is the day of the black market, and it is the day of these hard-working girls.