Jiang Shaoyou was stuffy in his yard for three days, and after looking at today's weather, he felt that it was good, so he said hello to Fengdong and Yingchun.

"Let's go, follow the young master and I'll go to the play!"

Yingchun was a little puzzled and said, "Young master, when did you like to listen to operas?"

"Do you know what Young Master Ben likes?" Jiang Shaoyou said dissatisfied.

"Yes, yes. "Yingchun is eccentric and innocent.

Fluttering in winter covered his mouth and smiled. Jiang Shaoyou slapped a woman on the head with one hand, and the two women screamed in pain.

"But where are you going?"

"Quang Binh County. ”

"That's where the young master went to steal things that day?"

"Shut up, can the matter of stealing the saint be called stealing, but I didn't tell anyone about it!"

"Isn't it stealing? ”

"Isn't it another beating!" Jiang Shaoyou will be beaten if he wants to arrest her.

Yingchun ran away quickly, and even escaped Jiang Shaoyou's poisonous hands.

"Okay, I learned to hide, but I turned against you. ”

Yingchun couldn't help but look back when she heard this, and it turned out to hit someone's chest all of a sudden.

Jiang Shaoyou picked her up, and then slapped her ass twice, only to feel a burst of softness and couldn't help but pat her two more times.

"Do you dare to keep my mouth shut, young master?"

Yingchun was slapped with spring on his face, his ears were red, and he said, "No, I don't dare." ”

Jiang Shaoyou rubbed it so hard that Yingchun almost put her down after really Yingchun.

Yingchun was about to fall to the ground as soon as she stood on the ground, but fortunately, Feng Dong was smiling and watching the two of them play, and she quickly supported her.

Jiang Shaoyou frolicked with the second daughter, then beckoned a small servant to bring the red clothes over, and smiled at the second daughter: "You discuss who will sit in the front and who will sit in the back." ”

Jiang Shaoyou glanced at the front of Feng Dong, and added: "Young master, I personally recommend Feng Dong to sit in the back." ”

In the end, of course, the second daughter could only blush and follow him.

I saw a staggering scene on the way out of the city.

On the back of the red clothes, Jiang Shaoyou sat in his arms to welcome spring, and every winter tightly wrapped around Jiang Shaoyou and buried his head on his back.

Jiang Shaoyou ignored the disgruntled screams of the red clothes and said with a smile: "You've grown up a lot in winter." ”

Feng Dong couldn't help but free up a hand and hit Xia Jiang Shaoyou fiercely.

Jiang Shaoyou laughed and rode towards Guangping County.

As soon as he entered Guangping County, Jiang Shaoyou got off the horse, let the second daughter lead the red clothes, carry the package, and lead the way in front, and found that although the people here are far less than Liangzhou City, there are many people. The streets are bustling, with the sound of talking, shouting, and bargaining.

This is the first time to come out after entering Liangzhou City in winter and spring, although it is only a few miles away from Liangzhou City, but it is always a fresh place, and I can't help but look at it from afar when I see interesting things.

At this time, Jiang Shaoyou saw a stall, his face was a little strange, and he muttered in his heart: When did the scholars run to Beiliang.

It turned out to be a white-robed middle-aged Confucian scholar who set up a word stall here, I don't know where to get a set of broken wooden tables and chairs, the desktop is pitted, uneven, put on a pen and a stack of yellow paper, shouting in public for the inscription, the highest price gets.

Although Jiang Shaoyou said that he had a flamboyant personality, greedy for money and lustful, he didn't go out of his way to read the sour things, but after all, he was in a big family, and he had heard some stories of scholars, and he had also seen Xiang Ningjing, who was barely a little student who had just gone out, so he naturally felt that reading people were different from ordinary people, like Ning Jing, although his identity was unknown, but from his words and deeds, he could find that he was a literate and scholarly person, which he couldn't pretend to be a half-ass.

But this person is different, willing to be a gentleman, but to be the people of the market.

Jiang Shaoyou stepped forward and laughed loudly: "Sir, but you have an empty stomach?"

The Confucian shook his head with a smile.

"But the carriage and horses are lost and trapped here?" Jiang Shaoyou's face returned to normal and asked again.

The Confucian still shook his head.

"Did you fall in love with the top girl in Yihong Courtyard?"

The Confucian did not answer.

Jiang Shaoyou sneered: "Don't worry about eating, don't want to leave, don't want to find a girl, Mr. is admirable!"

"This boy is joking, he is just relying on what he has learned to support his family. The Confucian finally spoke.

"Isn't it possible to raise a family and go to the Central Plains, is it because you are afraid of being punished by the same window?"

The man did not shy away from it, and said ashamedly: "It is true. ”

"Please sir inscribe a word for me, and the reward is indispensable for you. Jiang Shaoyou smiled.

That person was also happy, so Jiang Shaoyou didn't expect that this person was indeed a left-hander.

I saw that he was holding a pen in his left hand, caressing the paper with his right hand, and his eyes suddenly became sharp when he held the pen, and his momentum was like the wind and clouds sweeping away the injustices in the world in Jiang Shaoyou's eyes, and like a monstrous wave breaking through the heroic millions of divisions, the stormy waves were concentrated on the tip of the pen, and the Confucian scolded Fang Xuan, and finally saw two big black characters "benevolence" on the yellow paper.

The wind has calmed down and the waves have ended, and in Jiang Shaoyou's eyes, the Confucian scholar is still a Confucian scholar, but it is different.

I heard that the great sage of Confucianism has almost reached the realm of ascension, and when writing Mobao, every stroke can affect the whole body's Haoran righteousness, even if it is an ordinary brush integrated into the Haoran righteousness, it can also copy the true meaning of the sage. However, the calligraphy of this person's left hand does not show any trace of the saint, but makes people feel as if they are facing a kind of murderous meaning. But for Jiang Shaoyou, although he already knew that this person was extraordinary, he could never really understand the word "benevolence and righteousness".

"Keep it in good order, it's best to carry it with you, and if it's okay, you can take it out and taste it from time to time. The Confucian said gently.

"But I only said one word. ”

"The word benevolence is written for you, and you have to collect money, and the other word is counted as what I gave you. ”

Jiang Shaoyou nodded after taking it, turned his head to Feng Dong and said, "Every winter and spring, give Mr. a thousand taels of silver." ”

Fengdong naturally didn't ask much, Yingchun was also very well-behaved at this time, the two of them were very obedient and counted out a thousand taels of silver from the package and put it on the Confucian table, and after putting it down, Fengdong pulled Yingchun to the Confucian and bowed to the Confucian and retired.

The Confucian man smiled and said, "Originally, I only wanted to charge ten wen, but the smallest one is one or two, so I won't look for it." After speaking, he picked up one or two pieces of silver from a pile of silver, looked at Feng Dong with a smile, Feng Dong glanced at Jiang Shaoyou, Jiang Shaoyou nodded.

Feng Dong and Yingchun stepped forward again to put the silver into the package, and then the Confucian scholar spoke again:

"This inkstone and a stack of yellow paper should also be given to the two girls, as for this table and chair, I still have to keep it for business, and it is not good to find another set if I send it out." ”

The two women glanced at each other, put away the inkstone and yellow paper, and then retreated behind Jiang Shaoyou.

"This is the case, if you have time, you can go to Lord Zhuo to ask for some advice on the method of writing and ink. The Confucian smiled.

Jiang Shaoyou asked, "Does Mr. know Zhuo Wenmao?"

"There are a few sides, okay, the three of you can leave. With that, the Confucian scholar took out another inkstone and a stack of rice paper from under the table.

Jiang Shaoyou nodded, and then went on the road with the second daughter in winter and spring.