In the thirteenth year of Jianxi, the beginning of spring.

The chill of deep winter will not dissipate, and the spring rain has just stopped. The whole capital was shrouded in the spring cold, and the new sprouts in the streets and alleys seemed to be living a difficult life, except for a few peddlers and pawns shuttling through the alleys, and a few shouts were heard from time to time.

The ancient city reflects the beautiful mountain scenery in the distance, and the temple and Taoist temple on the mountain only show a corner, surrounded by the mountain air in the morning, and have a clear and decent scenery.

"It's really strange ...... the mountains and rain" The thin young man dressed as a scholar got up early to see this scene, and he was very emotional, shaking the few bits of ink in his stomach, waving the empty sleeves slightly, and finding that he didn't have a fan, but he still had a little taste of poetry - although he read someone else's poem.

Unfortunately, before the man could finish the poem, he felt a chill under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that the cloth shoes under his feet were soaked with cold water on the ground, and he curled up his feet.

Out of winter, cotton shoes are inconvenient to work, the man has already taken them off, only a pair of blue cloth shoes on his feet, not waterproof, soaked and wet.

When he looked up again, it was the somewhat dissatisfied eyes of his cousin Shen Wei.

Shen Wei was fetching water from the well to wash, and the water that had just been drawn from the well in early spring was quite cold, and it hit his face, and in an instant, the person was excited, and the residual sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

"Brother now, the water has been prepared, you should also wash it quickly. Yesterday's work is not done, and today there is something new. ”

The rough kudzu cloth hurt a little when he rubbed his face, but Shen Wei was still very hard. His fair face was wiped red by himself, and he looked a little better, as if he had drunk wine. Because the hair was just raised, it didn't have time to tie up, so it was casually put on the sides of the shoulders, and the hair was soft and black and shiny.

Counting the age, the two of them are young people. The operas I listened to when I was a child all said "Good boy, don't throw away the spring". It's a pity that these two young men, one is disabled and the other is poor, and they can't live a life of light singing and wandering, let alone singing in gorgeous clothes, so they only huddle in this hut and beg for a living every day.

The small courtyard where Shen Wei is located is located at the foot of Qingbi Mountain, which is on the edge of the capital.

In addition to the utility room where he and Fan live in this small courtyard, there are several other small rooms. In order not to disturb the Buddha's qi and immortal qi, but also to unify the style, and there is no shortage of money, the small courtyard is built with blue bricks and white tiles, but it is really too popular. In the small courtyard, there are no less than a dozen small houses, and the space is very narrow.

These little guys are nominally guarding the mountain gate with the guards, but in fact, the reclusive master on the mountain has a face-saving long-term entourage who needs some kind of Laoshzi, so he goes to the city to run errands for them, and takes the opportunity to get some oil and water from it.

It's barely a serious class at the door that is responsible for errands, so it naturally needs a steward.

Most of these little guys are slaves and don't know a few big characters. It happened that Shen Wei's grandfather, Mr. Shen, begged to be on the side of Lin Xiaozhi, the manager outside the second gate, and Lin Xiaozhi saw that his old friend had received a few cakes from him in the old year, and received the letter and money, so he sold this face.

Manager Lin is very generous, and as soon as he sells his face, he solves the problem of making a living for two young men. After getting the letter, Shen Wei and Fan now packed up their packages in their hometown in Pingjiang, said goodbye to their father and mother with a bag of tears, and became the consul and bookkeeper of the team at the gate of the mountain.

Shen Wei had just finished wiping his face, when the small door in the next corner creaked open, and a group of people came in front of him, bustling, watching Fan Xian struggling to hold the basin with one hand, and then twisting the towel with great effort, so he whispered and laughed in twos and threes.

The one who is called Lu Er is a burly man, and he claims to be the most first-class bold person.

The bold man even laughed and said loudly: "Brother Wei! Now the old man! Good morning! Our brother has something to do today, and the water in the courtyard is troublesome, please call the two of you! ”

Fan Xian was a little unhappy when he landed, and the basin fell to the ground with a "bang", and he stayed up to argue - Shen Wei pulled Fan Xian's sleeve and didn't speak. The group laughed and walked away.

"The human heart is not ancient! People's hearts are not ancient! Fan Xian was so angry that he trembled, and the empty sleeves trembled with his body, "The water of more than a dozen people, let us fight every day!" ”

Shen Wei reached out and picked up the basin that fell to the ground, fetched a basin of water from the well again, brought it to Fan Xian, and then reached out and patted Fan Xian's shoulder, and said seriously: "Brother now, after so many years, you still haven't changed this personality of being stupid and pretentious." ”

said that Fan Xian said so, but Shen Wei has also done a lot of things about the long and short of foolishness.

Now he is sixteen, he has no daughter-in-law, and he has not been away from home for a long time, so he can't talk about being smoothed out by the years or anything.

He's just been a little weak lately.

He had touched a lot of eggs in the kitchen recently, and he was worried that Lu Er and the others would find out, so he yelled out.

The bold man walked fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Shen Wei silently slandered. Fan Xian next to him was still washing his face, muttering while washing: "Brother, Lu Er, they are gone." Shouldn't we get rid of the guy in the firewood room? ”

People in the firewood room.

This is the source of Shen Wei's recent weakness and the culprit of eliminating eggs.

Speaking of which, it happened a few days ago.

At that time, the dead ghost Lu Er was suddenly in a hurry, and he got a group of warblers and Yanyan from nowhere, playing and singing by the stream where Shen Wei and Fan Xian often went to fetch water, imitating the meandering water of the group of masters on the mountain. For a while, the wine was in the sky, and the ground was full of messes. Shen Wei and Fan Xian didn't want to go home empty-handed, so they carried buckets around to another river under the mountain.

This round, I met this person.

I thought it was a gift from God, a wild boar fell from the mountain and was about to be dragged back for a full meal. When I got closer, I saw an undersized boy lying in the bushes on the side of the mountain, his clothes torn by the branches, one arm still bleeding out, his eyes closed, and he didn't know how to breathe.

The cousin was so frightened that his soul was about to fly on the spot, and he cried and mourned, and the bucket on his body fell down, and rolled down the hillside without a trace.

Shen Wei just wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, this bucket is a public thing, and if it's gone, he has to pay for it himself.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with this person, this person?" Fan Xian was visibly nervous, poked the boy's body with his hand, and seeing that there was no reaction, the look on his face was more like crying and mourning, "He, he shouldn't be dead." ”

Shen Wei didn't think about slapping it: "Will the dead bleed?" ”

Fan Xian nodded suddenly in realization.

Then they crouched down and began to ...... Shamelessly touching something on this person's body. Of course, this is Shen Wei's idea, first look at the belongings on his body, find out the identity of this person, and by the way, carefully explore how this person's breath is.

As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, but there is also a saying that people die for money, and birds die for food. Shen Wei doesn't mind being a chubby and rich bird.

What's more, it's not that they don't have empathy, and this is not a legendary story in the book, you can't just pick up this person and call for help everywhere and go to the city to find a doctor? It doesn't take a lot of effort to find a doctor? The poor class will only make Lu Er sue them behind their backs.

And the wounds on the boy's body...... Shen Wei narrowed his eyes, this injury was not caused by accidentally rolling off the cliff, but by being chased and killed in a hurry. No matter how stupid he was, he could tell that it was a knife wound that caused the boy's arm to bleed, not a tree branch.

"Help, save me......" was groping, but the boy woke up slowly, stretched out his still bleeding hand, and grabbed Shen Wei's sleeve. Blood flowed down his arm to the boy's hand, and then to Shen Wei's sleeve, where blood dripped and met on the rough linen.

Shen Wei was shocked, he was lazy, his clothes were always saved and washed, and he washed a bunch of them just before yesterday, and now he was stained with blood, and he had to wash his clothes again.

Fan Xian used his actions to vividly interpret what it means to be stunned.

The boy used his last bit of strength, took out a piece of mutton fat jade pendant on his body, on which was a vivid crane, raised it, wanted the two in front of him to see clearly, his voice was like a broken gong, and said: "I, I am the young master of the Pei family, save me, I will give you money......"

Then he drooped his head and fainted.

At this critical moment when conscience and the opportunity to make a fortune are chosen, Shen Wei generally chooses the opportunity to make a fortune...... But considering that this person has already revealed his identity, it is not clear how he came from in case he gets the property with patterns.

He didn't want to spend a penny without spending a penny and not going to Qingbi Mountain.

The heart twitched, and it was a heartache for money. After weighing it again and again, Shen Wei still turned his head back. With Fan Xian, he threw the remaining bucket in place and carried the unknown guy back to the small courtyard. Fan is now in front of Lu Er and the others are not there, and Shen Wei is responsible for carrying this guy on his back, and quietly throwing it into the firewood room, he can't help but admire his intelligence.

There are many people in the small courtyard, this person looks angry and angry, and dies in his room, Shen Wei is very afraid of ruining his own fortune, the firewood room is too lazy to take care of all the year round, and the dust is everywhere, it is the hometown of the rats, Lu Er and these people are usually reluctant to enter, it is a wonderful location.

Returning to the utility room where he lived, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a while, took out some of the money he had saved and originally planned to send back to his hometown in Pingjiang, and asked Fan Xian to secretly go down the mountain to the city to buy a few prescriptions to stop bleeding - only that his cousin had scratched his leg by drawing water, and the external and internal injuries were plastered.

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. Thinking that if this person failed to survive in the past few days, Shen Wei planned to bury him in pieces on the mountain, which would also be regarded as a merit. If you want to come to the mountain, the Bodhisattva will not mind.

I don't know how many pairs of medicine were poured down, and the boy woke up slowly.

The first thing he said this time was not to shout for help, but to hum and chirp to eat egg custard, and to "stew tenderly".

The wood house has no windows, only some tattered branches are piled up inside. The boy closed his eyes and listened to the footsteps outside the window as he slowly approached.

Three, two, one, the door creaked open, the sunlight shone in, and the dust on the beams flew in the sunlight. looked up, it was Shen Wei holding egg custard. There is also a shadow outside the door, which is Fan Xian, who is in charge of looking at the wind.

The boy took the custard without hesitation, lowered his head and ate it in the dusty environment. In the cold of early spring, he was covered with a broken quilt from Shen Wei himself, which was enough for him not to freeze to death in the firewood room.

A few bites of egg custard went down, and the body warmed up. The boy looked at Shen Wei, who was frowning and squatting next to him with a sad face, raised his eyebrows, and taught Shen Wei with a broken gong voice: "Don't worry, those people ask you to cook again, you just make two portions of one egg, add more water, and when people ask you, you only say two eggs." That way, they won't find out that you're beating eggs for me to eat. ”

It is strange that "the poor get poorer, the rich get richer", and the rich and noble people cheat better than him, a poor boy! Shen Wei boredly picked up the small branch next to him and poked the mud to play. The boy finished the egg custard and wiped his mouth with his sleeve:

"Send me back."