In the morning, Song Cheng, who was tired all day yesterday, was sleeping comfortably, when he suddenly felt that the quilt had been lifted, and a cold bamboo stick was stretched on his neck.

"Hiss~~"

Song Cheng shuddered, suddenly sobered up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Yeming who was poking him with a bamboo stick.

"Mr. Yang, is there something wrong with it so early?"

Song Cheng was still a little confused.

"How long do you want to sleep, wake up?"

Ye Ming hit Song Cheng with a bamboo stick on the chest, and he felt a hot pain in his chest when he smoked it.

"Why are you getting up so early~~"

Song Chengnan, who was a little angry when he got up, got dressed and straightened his square scarf and hat.

Yeming pointed outside with a bamboo stick:

"The sun is coming out, it's time for us to go."

"Let's go, don't you say goodbye to the master's house?"

"What do you want to say, do you still want people to give you a thousand gold as a reward?"

Ye Ming unceremoniously slapped Song Cheng and woke him up completely.

When the two arrived at the courtyard, Yeming rode on the donkey, took Song Cheng and left.

"Just go straight out of town and skip breakfast?"

"Do you have any money? Can you afford breakfast? ”

"It's not that you have to leave early in the morning, but if you ask the family for a few taels of silver, you won't go hungry in the morning."

"You're hungry, not me.

Besides, you didn't do much. ”

"Who said that in order to save people, my hands are all pinholes, besides, to save someone's master's life, as long as a few taels of silver, it's not too much, right?"

Song Cheng was a little unconvinced.

Yeming seemed to suddenly remember something:

"I forgot to say, although you are a person with great fortune, every time you help others, you will lose part of your fortune, if you lose too much, then your wealth will be in vain."

"And that matter?"

Song Cheng was shocked,

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I just remembered, too."

Hearing that his fortune would be lost, Song Cheng was suddenly a little cowardly, looking left and right, for fear that he would do something to help others if he was not careful, wouldn't it be a loss of fortune in vain?

Out of the town, through a ditch.

Yeming pointed to a wide boardwalk beside the road:

"Build a bridge to make it easier to get there."

Song Cheng did so and moved the planks and put them on the ditch.

Yeming rode a donkey leisurely and walked over, and Song Cheng also followed.

After crossing the ditch, Song Cheng thought about it, then pulled away the plank and put it on the side of the road.

I thought to myself: So that others will not walk over the bridge I built, then I can't do good deeds, right?

In this way, Song Cheng felt a lot more relieved, showed a smile, felt that he had saved his fortune, and continued to walk with Yeming.

After walking for a while, I passed by a ruined temple, and Yeming rode a donkey to enter the ruined temple to rest.

Song Cheng also rested, cleaned an old chair full of dust, and sat down to rest for a while.

Then, Yeming set off again.

Song Cheng saw that he was about to set off again, looked at the chair that had been cleaned, thought about it for a while, picked up the dust from the ground again, and sprinkled it on the chair.

In this way, even if anyone comes to sit here, they will have to clean the chair themselves.

After scattering the ashes, he found that Yeming had already walked some distance, and hurriedly chased after him......

At noon, Song Cheng felt tired and hungry, and regretted that he patronized and ate last night, and did not hide a few steamed buns on his body, so he easily arrived at a village.

Song Cheng, who has never liked such strange things as divination and fortune-telling, is now still counting on the great wealth that Yeming wants to give him, and he is afraid of hunger and thirst, so he also shouts loudly.

Now that the autumn harvest has passed early, the weather is getting colder, and most of the people in the village have no farm work to do.

After the opening of the night, the villagers spent money to tell fortunes.

On the side, Song Cheng saw that Yeming's fortune calculation was so accurate, and he suddenly looked forward to the blessing he was about to come.

Unconsciously, there was a bit of compliment on Yeming's attitude.

After making some copper coins, the two had a full meal at noon, and set off again to the county seat.

This time, Song Cheng walked in front very enthusiastically, leading the donkey for Yeming with his own hands, not to mention how good his attitude was.

Seeing this, Yeming was very satisfied and told him that as long as he served himself well, the fortune would not be able to escape.

Song Cheng was overjoyed when he received Yeming's assurance, and his attitude became more and more humble.

Not long after entering the county seat, Song Cheng met a scholar he knew a little, surnamed Chen.

The two were taken in the same year's children's exam, and they had some friendship.

This Chen Shusheng is also a talent now, working as a bookkeeper in a large family in the county, and his life is not bad, when he saw Song Cheng, he invited him to the restaurant for a drink or two.

If it was in the past, Song Cheng would have come down in one bite, but now, he subconsciously looked at Yeming and asked Yeming's attitude.

Ye Ming smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no problem, and Song Cheng should do it.

That Chen Shusheng was a little puzzled about who Yeming was, and he actually made Song Cheng have such an attitude.

But at this time, Song Cheng was afraid that someone would snatch his fortune from him, so he only deduced that Yeming was an elder of his family, so he respected it.

Seeing that Yeming did not demolish himself, Song Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and became more and more respectful to Yeming.

When the three of them arrived at the restaurant, Chen Shusheng felt that since Yeming was Song Cheng's elder, he should also be regarded as his elder, so he invited Yeming to take a seat.

Yeming was not polite, and sat on the top.

Seeing that Yeming didn't seem to have any intention of participating in their discussion, the two of them pushed their cups and changed their lamps, and they started talking and laughing.

It's just that as long as the wine glass is empty in Yeming, Song Cheng will immediately help add it, and he is very attentive.

Seeing this, Chen Shusheng felt that Song Cheng had such respect for an obviously poor elder, and he was really a decent gentleman worthy of friendship.

When it comes to today's political affairs, both of them beat their chests and scolds the corruption of today's officials.

He also said how he cherished the world, how upright he was, and never tended to be inflammatory.

Song Cheng said, and respectfully filled a cup for Yeming, not feeling that there was any conflict between his words and his actions.

A few people were chatting, but they heard a burst of gongs and drums on the other side of the street, and some officials opened the way, emptying the streets on both sides, and someone shouted, "The county respects back to the city, and the idlers avoid it."

"It should be that the magistrate has come back from going out to worship the river god."

Chen Shusheng is aware of some of the movements of the county.

Song Cheng also followed and looked at it, the pomp and circumstance of this magistrate was not small, the official opened the way, and the two-horse-drawn carriage attracted the envy of many people.

"Brother Yan Hou, do you know that the magistrate of this county is actually not from Jinshi, but someone to fill the vacancy?"

"Fill in the gaps?"

When Song Cheng heard this, he pursed his lips,

"It turned out that it wasn't Jinshi."

Although he himself is just a showman, he only feels that he is unlucky, so he has not been promoted, and he is quite disdainful of lifting people to be officials.

"I heard that in order to make up for this shortfall, this person has spent a lot of money.

After taking office, all kinds of overt taxes came up, and he was an out-and-out corrupt official! ”

"Hmph, such corrupt officials, it's really a punishment, it's the existence of these people that has made the court what it is today, if I am an official, I will definitely work hard to get rid of the accumulated evils, and return the world to a bright future!"

Song Cheng said very angrily.

"Alas, the world is unfair, you and I are just a showman so far, and I don't know if I can be promoted next time, let alone Jinshi."

Chen Shusheng shook his head and sighed, feeling that his fate was in danger.

Song Cheng thought so, and the two raised their glasses and drank another glass.

After a full meal, Chen Shusheng invited Song Cheng and Yeming to stay at his house for one night.

Song Cheng asked Yeming again, and Yeming bowed his head.

Chen Shusheng lives in a small place, with only one room.

Chen Shusheng introduced Song Cheng as a confidant and had a long talk with him.

While the two were talking enthusiastically, they suddenly heard a woman's cry for help outside the house.

Hearing this, two hot-blooded scholars who were boasting of their ability to help the world and save the people immediately got up and went straight to the house.

Outside the house, three of the city's pimps were surrounding a little nun, who was cornered and clung to a kerosene jar in her arms.

Seeing that the three of them were about to do something bad to the little nun, Chen Shusheng shouted loudly and wanted to stop the three of them.

If ordinary people see two Xiucai wearing scarves, they don't say much respect, at least they won't come to each other, but these puffers obviously don't care about their identities, they just let them not meddle in their affairs.

Chen Shusheng was at this time when his blood was surging, and when he saw that the three splashes insisted on making a move, they also rushed forward with a shout.

Seeing this, Song Cheng on the side also wanted to step forward to save people, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped again.

It's not that he's afraid of the three pimples, but he thinks that if he makes a move at this time, it will be equivalent to helping the little nun.

Won't your fortune be thinned?

Thinking of this, Song Cheng calmed down and chose to be a gentleman and not to move.

Although Chen Shusheng is not weak, he can only fight one at most, and face three splashes alone at once, how can he be an opponent?

After three or two blows, he was knocked to the ground by the splashes, punched and kicked.

"Brother Yan Hou, come and help me!"

Chen Shusheng called Song Cheng for help, but when Song Cheng saw this, he retreated farther.

Seeing this, the three pranksters were even more arrogant, and beat Chen Shusheng severely.

In the end, the night patrol caught the news and came to check.

A few splashes usually don't eat less losses from catching fast, and they hurriedly ran away, and a few catchers saw that they were familiar faces, and chased after them excitedly......

There were only three people left at the scene: Song Cheng, Chen Shusheng, and the little nun, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange for a while.

The little nun wanted to come forward to check on Chen Shusheng's injuries, but she was so scared that she didn't dare to step forward.

Where is Song Cheng's pestle with shame, I don't know what to do.

At this time, Yeming walked out, stretched, yawned, and "looked" this way:

"What's going on? You don't sleep at night, and you wrestle here? ”

When Song Cheng saw Yeming come out, he was immediately embarrassed, but fortunately, Yeming was a "blind man" and should not be able to see the appearance of Chen Shusheng.

Seeing that Chen Shusheng was beaten and lying on the ground moaning in pain, unable to speak, Song Cheng had an idea, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him and helped him into the house.

When the little nun who escaped the catastrophe saw Splashy fleeing, the two went back to the house and hurried away.

Tear Ling appeared on the wall and rolled her eyes:

"You guy, you are really uneasy and kind, and you have deceived a good Samaritan into a selfish person."

Ye Ming shook his head and said with a smile:

"No, no, it's his own choice, and it has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Tear Ling snorted, this old devil killed people and didn't pay for his life, and he was still here to get rid of his involvement, which was shameless enough.

Song Cheng helped Chen Shusheng into the house and wiped some medicine for him.

Chen Shusheng was in pain and fell asleep in a daze.

Song Cheng was taking care of it for a while, and saw that Chen Shusheng was completely asleep and should not wake up for a while, so he tiptoed away and secretly went back to the guest room.

Seeing that Yeming had already returned to the house, he fell asleep on his side, came to Yeming's side, and said softly:

"Mr. Yang, it's not too early, it's time for us to go."

Yeming didn't react, and seemed to be sleeping deadly.

Seeing this, Song Cheng gently pushed Ye Ming, but still didn't wake up.

I called several times in succession, but there was no response.

"Sleeping so dead?"

Song Cheng was a little difficult, thought about it, simply got started, helped Yeming up, put it on his back, and went out.

When I got to the yard, I wanted to put the night light on the back of the donkey's root, and the donkey root carried it.

But for some reason, Donkey Gen just didn't cooperate, and kept avoiding Song Cheng, leaving him helpless.

Not only did the donkey not cooperate, but even the cat didn't bother to pay attention to him.

In desperation, Song Cheng gritted his teeth, took the donkey root, carried Yeming on his back, and left Chen Shusheng's house in the night.

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