"Why is it getting dark again...... I haven't done anything today!"

At this time, Tang Zhongsong and Zhang Xuexue had just arrived at this long street.

Tang Zhongsong watched the clouds in the sky begin to slowly turn red, and said.

"If you wake up too late, the day will be short. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

"Everybody's day is twelve hours, is it possible that if you get up early, the day will be longer because of it?"

Yu Zhong said loosely.

"If you can do more things early in the morning, it will naturally feel like a lot longer. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

"I haven't seen you do anything...... And if that's the case, isn't it extremely important that I don't get out of bed?"

Tang Zhongsong said.

"It's the first time I've heard someone talk about laziness so high-sounding that if it were someone else, I would not have paid attention to it. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said.

"But you ignore me. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

"I didn't. I don't know what to do, and I can't do it. ”

Zhang Xuezhi said and walked a few steps faster.

"Tell me that you ignore me, it's also a reason!"

Tang Zhongsong put his hand behind his head and said unhurriedly.

"However, I've heard that people tend to wake up early when they get older. ”

Tang Zhongsong said.

"Why?"

Zhang Xueyu asked with a slight turn.

"Because people are old and want to have more time to do things. ”

Tang Zhongsong said with a smile.

Zhang Xuezhen knew that he had been deceived by this kid's nonsense again...... But his mouth can't catch up with the real chapter under his hand at all, if he really fights a verbal battle, I'm afraid that he will have to lose.

It was immediately decided that before arriving at the banquet, there would be absolutely no further communication with this kid. Otherwise, in addition to making yourself angry and aggrieved, maybe you can really make yourself an ancient ......

"Is life in Bogulou very dull?"

Tang Zhongsong asked suddenly.

But Zhang Xuezhu didn't seem to hear it.

Tang Zhongsong saw an old woman sitting on a small wooden bench on the side of the street, holding an insole in her hand, and embroidering patterns on it.

I can't see what kind of embroidery is in the soup, but the thread used is black.

Tang Zhongsong thought it was strange, because the whole street was lined with shops, and there were also many vendors and merchants shouting and greeting customers.

Only this old woman, who sat there in isolation without distractions, concentrated on embroidering the insoles in her hands, seemed a little too quiet and out of place.

Tang Zhongsong didn't think much about it, but he felt a little strange, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhu's footsteps stopped that he knew that he was right about this strangeness.

"Don't you flaunt yourself all the time, look down on this and look down on that?"

Zhang Xuezhi said.

Tang Zhongsong didn't know what he meant, but he still replied by feeling:

"So what?"

"You don't think there's any difference in this long street?"

Zhang Xuezhi asked.

"What's the difference? I'm not familiar with Bogulou, and it's the first time I've been to this street. How can I spot the difference without comparison?"

Tang Zhongsong spread his hands and said.

Zhang Xuejiu nodded, feeling that this was reasonable.

But his gaze was much more direct than Tang Zhongsong's.

Tang Zhongsong just glanced at the old woman who embroidered the insoles a few more times.

But Zhang Xuezhi has firmly fixed his eyes on her body, especially the needle and thread in his hand.

Tang Zhongsong just wondered what kind of fancy pattern should be embroidered with black thread, but Zhang Xuezhi was very firm that no one used a little black on a close-fitting item like an insoles.

Because black is unlucky.

Especially the group of scholars in Bogulou.

Cheng Tian pays attention to the right time and place, but puts the most important personal effort last.

So they just want to beg for the head, to be auspicious, how can they bring bad luck on themselves?

This black pattern insole, no matter how good it is, it is estimated that it can only sell a few pairs during the Qingming Festival, and it is used to burn the ancestors.

In normal times, I am afraid that this group of readers will have to walk around when they see it, and they will feel that they will fall off the list after taking a second look......

Especially now that the dragon and tiger battle in the literary world of Zhongdu is coming, all the shops are racking their brains to find a way to make more money.

What is the pen of a thousand words of paper, Wensi Quanyong bag, and even the restaurant has launched Wensheng dishes, Shixian wine!

This Wensheng dish is rumored to be a nine-grade Wensheng who has surpassed the eight-grade golden silk day, and after eating a plate of unknown smorgasbord of various wild vegetables, he suddenly opened his mouth and broke the last shackles in his own literary path, thus being promoted to the nine-grade Wensheng.

But what kind of wild vegetables are they, how is they cooked, and how many pounds and taels are of each kind? It is freely commented on in various places, and each family is trying its best to flaunt its own authenticity, and denigrating others as a wild way that cannot be put on the table.

But if you really ask, "What is the basis for this authenticity?"

I'm afraid that they can even tell this kind of big lie without blushing and heartbeat, "Our shopkeeper and this Wensheng used to be good friends, and he personally fried the dishes for this Wensheng back then!"

As for the Shixian wine, it is even more legendary.

It is said that he is a scholar who specializes in poetry in literature and Taoism, and thus shines brightly, and is named a poet immortal.

This poet didn't eat any food, but only loved to drink.

There is no wine and no poetry, but there are hundreds of wine poems.

This person is a real existence, unlike the story of the Wensheng who has been falsely rumored and has not been able to find the prototype.

Liu Ruiying has also heard of it, since he met the three halves of wine, he feels that the three halves of the wine are the reincarnation of that person.

How else could it be exactly the same?

Liu Ruiying is not very good at judging how the poet's poems are written, but he thinks that the three halves of wine are not badly written.

If it were about how much of this wine she drank, Liu Ruiying would not hesitate to say that she drank more wine in half of the wine.

It's also interesting to think about, is this a poem in a wine, or a wine in a poem?

Do you have to drink to write a poem, or do you have to drink some wine after writing a poem?

No one knows about that.

But Liu Ruiying thinks that it is better to be called a wine fairy than a poetry fairy.

Wine fairies can do more than just write poems, as long as there is wine, regardless of the wind and waves, it can be better than a leisurely stroll.

But the poet is too cramped, as if he doesn't know anything other than poetry.

But the truth, learning, exercises, and martial arts in the world have always been universal, drawing inferences from one example.

The articles written by the poet are not necessarily embarrassing, and the poems made by the literary saint must not be bad.

It's just that everyone has their own direction of interest.

After learning the basics, how to give full play to your talents and talents is not up to others.

Wensheng cuisine and Shixian wine are two kinds of color heads, which have endured for many years, and can sell a lot every year, and they are in short supply when they meet this decade-long event.

There were even long queues at the entrance of those prestigious shops, and some scholars raised money to buy a pot and a plate because they were shy in their pockets, and after they returned, they ate and drank it.

Although you can't eat all the dishes and drink alone with a full pot, at least you can add a little thought and confidence when you enter the mouth and eat down.

After taking a few steps forward, Tang Zhongsong saw that the old woman had embroidered an ink lotus on the sole of her shoe.

Because the insole was faintly drawn with chalk, her stitches were densely recommended forward according to the outline, and in the blink of an eye, the texture of half of the ruffle leaf was already vivid.

"Sell insoles! Stockpile insoles made of handmade lambskins! Rabbit fur filling, absolutely comfortable! Step on the foot will be able to kick over the road of the world, lining in the shoes can not be afraid of all kinds of dangers!"

The old woman waited for Tang Zhongsong and Zhang Xuexue to get closer, and then she shouted.

The voice is loud and full of energy!

It doesn't match the mottled white hair on her head and the layers of furrows on her face.

Moreover, this shouting is more elegant and appropriate than others, but it has attracted many readers to come forward to ask.

"Old woman, how do you sell this insole?"

Someone asked.

"Fifteen taels of silver. ”

The old woman replied without raising her head.

"Fifteen taels and one pair, this is too expensive, isn't it?"

The man exclaimed.

When the people around heard the price, they were all embarrassed.

I think this old woman is crazy about money!

Although her insoles are quite delicately made, and the stitches are dense, they look comfortable and durable, but the price is really prohibitive for almost everyone.

"It's not a pair, it's one!"

The old woman stopped the needle and thread in her hand and said.

"Fifteen taels a pair, isn't that a pair thirty taels!"

The crowd was even more amazed......

Thirty taels of silver, it is more than enough to hold a good table in the best tea house and wine shop in Bogulou!

How did you get to this old woman, but she was able to buy a pair of insoles?

Although this insole is important, it is always close to the body during the day, but after all, it is not something that can be shown.

For a while, there were already a lot of people left.

Each of them shook their heads and walked away, and said with words on their lips: "I don't know where this old woman came from...... Either you're crazy, or you're confused......"

"A pair is not thirty taels. ”

I saw that the old woman shook her head lightly and said.

"Fifteen taels a pair, isn't a pair thirty taels?"

Now the rest of the people laughed, and they thought that the old woman must be old and confused...... I can't understand such a simple account, how can I still come out and set up a stall?

I don't know who her children are or where they are.

I am already like this now, and I have to work so hard to come out to eat and sleep in the open stall, not to mention, what if I have a three long and two short in this confused mind?

It is well known that scholars value filial piety.

What is filial piety? Good deeds are filial piety to parents.

The old word omits the lower half and replaces it with a son, which is the word filial piety.

This is a good deed and virtue that children do to their parents.

Bogulou and Tongjin Pavilion will screen out some flaunting characters in the world every year to award them with literary uniforms.

This "filial piety" costume is also one of them.

Therefore, regardless of true filial piety or false filial piety, even if it is for his own future, this scholar is also doing a good job.

After all, this can be an exception for "filial piety" and awarded for civil service, and it can also be unconditionally deprived of fame because of "unfilial piety".

This is a punishment that few scholars can afford.

There was once a scholar of the five-grade purple satin, who was known as one of the people with the most potential to win the eight-grade golden silk day in Tongjin Pavilion, but when he was in retreat and reading hard and writing painstaking articles, his mother suddenly fell and hit her head on the corner of the table and died instantly.

But he did not know anything about it during the retreat, and by the time the article was written, he found that his mother's body in the court was already foul-smelling and crawling with maggots......

For this, he was so ashamed that he hanged himself next to his mother's body.

But even though he had committed suicide, Tong Jin Ge still wrote a piece of paper and deprived him of his five-grade literary clothes.

could have continued to strut with the scenery in a beautiful way, but he didn't say anything about himself, and in the end he returned to Bai Ding's body......

These scholars who surrounded the old woman felt that the old woman's children were extremely hateful, and they all used to criticize them viciously.

It seems that by degrading others to the ground, you can reflect your own nobility.

The old woman stopped in her ears and looked at it in her eyes, but she was not moved at all, and just said lightly:

"Because the price of the left and right feet is different. ”

"It's different, why is it different, can these feet still distinguish between high and low?"

Someone asked.

"Of course, there are high and low!"

But these words came out of the mouth of Yu Zhongsong.

When he saw such a bustle, he must have gone forward to make a comeback.

"Why did this brother say this?"

The others saw that although Tang Zhongsong was not wearing a literary uniform, he was dignified and extraordinary, and he didn't dare to be too contemptuous at the moment, so he asked politely.

"Which hand do you use to lift the pen?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"Right hand. ”

The man said.

"Isn't that it? Reading people are nothing more than two things, eating and writing. Since both of these things are done with the right hand, is the right hand much more important and noble than the left hand?"

Tang Zhongsong said.

"Like...... That's the way it goes. But this old woman sells insoles, and she talks about her feet, not her hands!"

The man continued.

"Then let me ask you, which leg do you take first when you walk?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

After all, some people take the right leg first, and some people take the left leg first, anyway, no matter left or right, there will definitely be a succession...... Otherwise, you can't be like a sparrow, jumping forward, right?

"If you step on your right leg first, your right foot must hit the ground first. With each step, you don't know what will happen if you step on it. Even if the underside is covered with steel nails and filled with boiling water, if you take this step, are you still shooting your bow and not turning back? If you forcibly retreat, you have to stumble backwards!"

Tang Zhongsong said.

This passage attracted a lot of faint admiration around.

"So, this walk is the same as lifting a pen and a pen, it's all in order, right?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"It's extreme...... It's extreme! Brother Tai's words are extremely reasonable!"

This compliment from others made Tang Zhongsong even more fluttering!

However, in his heart, he has always looked down on this bunch of utilitarian and hypocritical readers, and now that he finally got an opportunity, he is determined to play tricks on them!

"So, there are high and low on the left and right, and the legs are in order!

Tang Zhongsong clapped his hands and asked.

"But...... If it is a pen and paper in the study, it is a matter of course that it is more expensive. After all, as Brother Tai said, this person's right hand, whether it is a scholar writing poems and essays, or a martial artist drawing a sword and raising a sword, is indispensable. But these legs and feet, although they are also in order, but this noble and lowly statement is still a bit far-fetched......"

Someone questioned Tang Zhongsong.

"Do you know Zhang Su?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"Of course I know, the names of such sages are like thunder, and there is no reason to know it?!"

The man said.

"That's it, presumably Zhang Su's theory of 'unity of knowledge and action' is also familiar to you, right?"

Tang Zhongsong then asked.

"I don't know what Brother Tai means?"

But the man was a little puzzled.

Besides, this theory of 'unity of knowledge and action', cultural relics are pursued as if they were the norm, but why do they need to ask again?

As everyone knows, Tang Zhongsong didn't say a word, and he looked down on these scholars in his heart.

"Isn't the 'unity of knowledge and action' on the literary path just reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles? Isn't it also the leg that steps out first, and the foot that lands first is more responsible and more important?"

Tang Zhongsong said.

But when everyone heard it, it was all clear.

They all know these truths, but they have never thought so deeply like Tang Zhongsong, and they can't help but admire for a while, and they all say yes!

There is no end to learning, and the road is long.

The leg that stepped out first naturally had to take on the responsibility of exploration.

No one knows whether the next step will be a broad road or a sea of swords and fires.

But as long as you recognize the direction and decide to go on the road, then this leg and foot will eventually take a step.

"Old woman, how do you sell these insoles?"

Tang Zhongsong turned to the old woman who was still struggling and embroidering the insole.

At this time, a lotus has been completed, and only one of the last threads is left to lock, and it is done.

"If you say to them, the foot that touches the ground after walking is fifteen taels each, and the foot that touches the ground first is twenty-five taels each. ”

The old woman said.

Although it is still ridiculously expensive, as soon as these scholars think of the great reason that Tang Zhongsong put this insole and the left and right feet on the hook one after another, no one will speak disrespectfully or complain in a low voice.

"Cheap! It's cheap! If you put on this insole, it can really be said to be the first way to do it, and explore the root of the line! Even if you can't see the short and long of the smugness for a while, after a long time, it will definitely be a superior judgment!"

Tang Zhongsong shook his head and shook his head, and what he said was serious.

In fact, what is the difference between this insoles?

A few tens of dollars and this old woman's dozens of taels of silver are all generally worn.

And even if you don't put insoles, who knows?

If you can't meet up, take off your boots to show off.

Tang Zhongsong said this, just to hook this group of pedantic scholars to spend some unjust money, although it was just a small teasing, but it was also one of the few times he was happy.

The last time he was happy was when he met Liu Ruiying and talked with him at the Xiangteng Inn in Dingxi Wangcheng.

However, after Tang Zhongsong finished speaking, he found that the surroundings were unusually quiet, and just as he was thinking about how to add another handful of firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously, a voice broke the silence.

"Old woman, please give me a pair! I'll step on my right foot first! This is forty taels of silver!"

One of them spoke.

This time it was good, the rest of the people took out their purses and began to scramble, and those who did not have enough money also specially told the old woman to keep a pair for herself, and he himself trotted all the way back to get the money!

Tang Zhongsong watched these fools start to pay for their stupidity, so he silently wanted to get out.

Unexpectedly, the old woman asked him, "Young man, which foot do you step on first?"

"Whichever one I need to step first, I'll take it first. ”

Tang Zhongsong pointed to the tip of his nose and said.

"Hehe, it seems that you young man is really a person who has a lot of opportunities, and his future achievements are definitely limitless!"

The old woman said.

"It's just a little cleverness, old woman farewell!"

Tang Zhongsong arched his hand, turned around and left in style.

"Wait a minute!"

I saw the old woman put away her needle and thread, stood up, and stopped the soup in the song.

"What else is the matter with the old woman?"

Tang Zhongsong asked.

"These are two pairs of insoles, and the patterns are all ink lotus. One pair is the left foot first, and the other is the right foot first, all for you!"

The old woman took a pair of insoles from the package behind her, took the pair in her hand, and handed it to Tang Zhongsong and said.

"But how does this make it useless!"

Tang Zhongsong said politely.

"I made the insole, and I set the price, but the reason is what you said. So these insoles can be sold, of course, you have a share of the credit, but how can you not make it?"

The old woman said.

Tang Zhongsong thought about it for a while, and felt that what the old woman said also made some sense, so he reached out and took it.

That's two pairs of insoles worth a full eighty taels!

The surrounding readers cast envious glances.

Tang Zhongsong also felt a little excited in his heart, but since he wanted to pretend, he had to do the whole thing on the shelf! But he put on a more ordinary and casual look than before, and stretched out his hand to take it.

Seeing that this group of people were brought into the middle by Tang Zhongsong again, Zhang Xuejiu also sighed and felt helpless......

But when he saw the thimble in the old woman's outstretched hand, his pupils couldn't help but shrink!

"This pair is for you!"

Tang Zhongsong turned his hand and handed one of the pairs of insoles to Zhang Xuexuan and said.

But Zhang Xuezhu's gaze penetrated the gap between the ups and downs of the crowd, firmly fixed on the thimble.

The sunset was redder, and the fiery clouds gradually rose, but the thimble was also red.

"Do you want to pay for it yourself?"

Tang Zhongsong saw that Zhang Xuexue had no insoles and didn't speak, so he said again.

"These boys...... Don't be afraid that if you have money to buy it, you won't have to wear it!"

Zhang Xuezhu came up with such a sentence coldly.

Tang Zhongsong looked up at the sky, thinking that if he continued to grind, there was really only leftovers!

If you hadn't teased that group of scholars just now, maybe you could have asked if there was any wine to eat before the banquet!

Once this person has an idea, but he doesn't finish it, he feels uncomfortable!

Especially people like Tang Zhongsong, who have always been true to their words and will be fruitful.

I think that when he was in Dingzhou Mansion City, even if it was the third watch in the middle of the night, he had to buy and eat whatever he wanted!

Anyway, according to his time, as long as the sun has not risen, the day has not passed, and a new day has not yet begun.

So to put it this way, he is also a person who finishes things today and does things in an orderly manner.