The autumn of Dilonggou always makes people feel that it comes very early.

Maybe it's the ethereal aura, or maybe it's the last warmth of Dilonggou, which dyed the golden rice fields in advance.

Shan Shuang likes to see these scenes, but his own fields are always sluggish, there are not two large fields, and the ears of rice are not as full as others.

Fortunately, there is nothing else in Longgou in this place, that is, the fields are still Lingjie, and even the worst rice is full of essence.

There are black babies who tinker with it from time to time, and those two small fields still barely pack two bags of coarse rice.

Save some use, maybe you can also send some white noodles to eat in front of Grandma Wu's grave during the New Year. But if there is a real accident, there is nothing else to pay for.

Shan Shuang's body bones can not be touched thoroughly, if it is in urgent need, these rice can be exchanged for some life-saving money, Shan Shuang is naturally tight.

Sitting in the yard, looking at the yellow grains on the smooth ground with cow pickles, I was a little distracted for a while.

At the end of the year, perhaps at his richest, he had two full sacks of grain.

Of course, the wolf of the bush a few days ago is a good "windfall". It's just that the price is a bit heavy, and I don't feel that I have anything to gain.

The autumn wind swept by, the day was also sunny, the dried rice was the sweetest, the courtyard was full of rice fragrance, the smile on the face of the single and double could not hold back, and the joy was about to overflow.

If Heiwa is here, I am afraid that she can't help but roll her eyes again, and scold her twice dispensable.

It's just that the idle time is always short-lived, and before the single and double fall asleep, there is a commotion in the street, and the occasional curse or two sounds quite chaotic.

For these quarrels, Shan and Shuang have been strange lately. After half a month of idleness, not only did the outsiders not decrease, but the unfamiliar faces in the town accounted for more than half.

The inns on the street were already overcrowded, with all kinds of clothes and costumes. Those who look down on each other are the source of trouble.

However, since a golden-topped and blue-robed old man came to the town, outsiders no longer dared to fight each other. Even if there is some resentment, that is, it is vented on the villagers, this point, the old man in the green robe does not care.

Therefore, the villagers on the street are becoming more and more rare. Although everyone wants to make some wealth, they don't want to lose a leg, a hand, or a small life for it.

These outsiders are really ruthless. I'm afraid that after this year, there will be many more poor people like Qingzi in the town.

Fortunately, the east end of the town was the most muddy, dusty in the sun, unbearable on rainy days, and the dilapidated thatched huts did not make the outsiders have any interest, so it was peaceful.

At most, it is a quarrel between outsiders, and the villagers in the east have long been accustomed to living under people, and they dare not provoke ordinary townspeople, and they naturally avoid these outsiders.

No one went to watch, and the noise outside was just some tongue. In order to reflect their nobility, these people are also unwilling to destroy their elegance, and they really look for people everywhere to do evil.

There must always be a reason, a bright shot.

Shan Shuang has self-knowledge in his heart, and he is unlucky, and he doesn't want to be involved in those troubles.

These days, except when the night dye the western hair, it is necessary to go to the night school of the bookkeeper to listen to the lecturer of the bookkeeper, that is, to be busy with some farm work.

Mr. Guza had opened a small stove for him, and although he had been put away as a collection by Mr. Storyteller, it had been poured into his stupid brain before that.

The Three-Life Dao Method!

To say that it is memorized, that is, to remember. Shan Shuang really didn't think there was anything special, at most it was more difficult to understand than the poems taught by Mr. Bookkeeper, and more boring than the stories told by Mr. Storyteller.

But after all, it was exchanged for the baby who didn't know what it was, and the single and double still kept it in mind, and it was also Mr. Xiaozao's homework for a few days every day.

Although I don't know how to understand it, but Shan Shuang is not such a person who doesn't know what to do, Mr. is easy to teach, and students are naturally studious. After going back and forth, Mr. Xiaozao himself liked it very much.

When the sunset will set again, facing the sunset that Shan Shuang loves the most, he runs to the place he yearns for the most, and Shan Shuang feels that this is the second most beautiful thing in the world.

Yesterday, Mr. told him another story, which was the story of a soldier who was loyal to the country, fought bravely to kill the enemy, and dominated the mainland.

Hearing the passion, I can't wait to stand beside that person at this moment and charge forward with him.

The only thing that bothers Shan and Shuang is that Mr. always leaves an ending to tell stories. Every time you listen to the next decomposition, it makes people scratch their ears and cheeks, no matter how much you beg, it doesn't work.

For this reason, Fat Lu also asked Mr. for advice many times, hoping to leave more money for drinks in the store, but unfortunately Mr. didn't listen, and Fat Lu could only treat it as if he didn't ask.

It's time for the outsiders on the street to rest at this time, in fact, these people are idle, and when it gets dark, they have a reason to stay in the inn.

Without these troubles, the steps of single and double are much faster.

Mr. Bookkeeper also lives in Dongtou, but Mr. always has some money, relatively close to the market, and there are many people who come at night, unlike the nameless alley where the single and double lives in, and the wind blows, which always makes people sweat coldly.

Before entering the door, I met some "classmates", compared to the politeness and humility of the private school of a large family, the night school was not so ethos.

Mr. Bookkeeper can ignore this, and none of these students really ask for advice. Even if it is single and double, it can only occasionally pass by the mayor's house, looking at those real students in white clothes, and have some rough "guesses".

I wanted to ask, but I always felt that Mr. didn't like etiquette very much. Since I met Mr., I have not seen what etiquette Mr. observes.

Only in the study room in the church, there is a portrait of an old gentleman, who naturally does not know each other, and can only guess that it may be the famous reader.

Every time a class starts, my husband always goes to the study first. I didn't pay homage, but just glanced at it from afar, and then I started to give a lecture.

When it didn't rain, my husband taught in the courtyard. It is not as good as the yellow mud yard of the single and double, a desk is placed on the bluestone slab, and a few oil lamps and lanterns are lit, accompanied by gusts of night breeze, which is the most meditative.

Don't look at the bookkeeper's easy-going and gentle people, but once he takes the ring ruler and serves the book of poetry, Mr. is the most terrible person in the house.

If you are not careful, it will be a bruise. He can let it go, but he won't let it go.

This is Mr., a bookkeeper who only teaches poetry in the night school.

Maybe it's because Mr. has been in a good mood lately, and in addition to the necessary poetry classics, he always has to add some prose, or poems, or words, or learn from the storyteller and tell a story.

The story of Mr. Bookkeeper is not as wonderful as that of Mr. Storyteller, but it is very moving, and it is not as annoying as Mr. Storyteller, deliberately leaving some vague endings.

Mr. added lessons to this ending, but he didn't care about it. The students are ignorant and eager to return home, so they are vague.

As soon as the gentleman put down the ring ruler in his hand, he swarmed out, and disappeared in a moment. After class, the gentleman was the easy-going gentleman again, and he just took him into the back room, and it was another scene.

Mr. Storyteller's smile is always so cute, and he is familiar with those ancient words, and Mr. likes to tell stories to Shan Shuang the most.

Tonight, Mr. picked out a mountain spirit story.

Mountain spirits, also known as mountain spirits. The protagonist of the story is a fruit spirit, and the character belongs, and the gentleman said that he doesn't remember.

It is only said that this fruit is endearing and the most kind. The scholar invited the fairy to visit the world, which was a peerless style, and it was heart-warming to listen to it.

Mr.'s story, the most touching is the details, a smile, a pull, a trickle, all are the true feelings of the fruit essence, all are the love of the reader.

It's just that, as in the past, there is no decent ending, and the four words of hanging people's appetite are clearly on Mr.'s face, but they don't give you a chance at all.

"From today, I will start teaching you etiquette. In the future, is it inappropriate for you to go to the night school one hour earlier and leave one hour later?"

After telling the story, the gentleman, who has always been like a spring breeze, sat upright for the first time, and the kneeling spine stood up quietly, but the smile on his face never receded.

"Nope. ”

Shan Shuang nodded honestly, and unconsciously followed with a straight face, and the bookkeeper on the side couldn't help laughing when he looked at the solemn appearance, "Let you learn etiquette, and it's not to die, Mr. hates it, you are so serious." ”

"Lu Zigong!"

The gentleman rarely reprimanded, but with the somewhat uncontrollable smile on his face, he didn't gain any power. Mr. Bookkeeper was afraid of these fools, but waved his hand and said with a smile, "That's it, that's it, I won't bother here." If the old man is here, he will inevitably say that I am a misguide. ”

Saying that, the bookkeeper Lu Zigong turned around and walked away, but he glanced back at Shan Shuang before going out, and did not explain anything.

"Sir, is Mr. Zigong going on a long trip?"

Looking at the back of the bookkeeper, it took a long time before Shan Shuang suddenly asked.

"If you want to know, you can ask him yourself. Sir can be regarded as having some sense of blame, and Shan Shuang hurriedly collected his attention, and no longer dared to look around.

"This is it!"

The gentleman snorted softly, but saved his face. As for what he was thinking, no one could see it, but the slightly frowning brow, I was afraid that he was really a little worried.

As a result, the odds and doubles dare not have half a point to look left and right.

"Etiquette is the etiquette law, which is divided into the world, and the subcategories are different. Both civil and military abide by the law of etiquette, but each has its own rules. This is what I have taught you. In front of etiquette, the most taboo is not to pretend to understand, if you make a fool of yourself in the future, don't mention my Chen Jingyi's source, this is the first step in practicing etiquette, remember. ”

"Students remember. Shan Shuang nodded again and again, although he didn't know whether Mr. was a real scripture or a fake scripture, but Shan Shuang felt that he must be a real scripture.

Chen Jingyi also nodded secretly in her heart, whether Mr. cares or not, you should pay attention to this student, otherwise where will my husband's face be placed?

Thinking of this, Chen Jingyi couldn't help but think of her husband, at the beginning, I was afraid that she was also very distressed.

"The etiquette of the world, although it is different, can be returned to the ceremony after all. I have three books of literature and etiquette, one of the law of military etiquette, and two miscellaneous books related to the court, the mountain, and the palace of the world, all of which are in my hands. Although it can't be said to encompass the world's etiquette, it can be regarded as an approximation. If you can be proficient, one day you will walk out of this dragon ditch, and you will definitely walk upright. The book is given to you, you can think about it carefully, you don't ask for a day to understand, but you can have more than enough every day, you need to refer to it, how can you not waste my effort!

"Students remember. ”

He respectfully took the six thick codexes, and nodded solemnly again, still a sentence to remember, but no one felt that the words were not weighty because they were repeated.

"Today is like this, come early tomorrow, the word etiquette, that is, reading and memorizing, is far from enough. ”

Seeing that Shan Shuang accepted it, Chen Jingyi laughed happily again, but she still didn't forget to remind her, and Shan Shuang naturally didn't dare not agree.

waited for Shan Shuang to leave, Lu Zigong walked in with the abacus again and the account book. What I saw was Chen Jingyi's somewhat demented gaze.

"What's the fuss? Why? Regret that you didn't make up your mind just now?"

Throwing the abacus on the desk, Lu Zigong said with some displeasure.

"What are you anxious about? It's not that you don't know our vein. Is it a blessing or a curse, do you dare to guarantee it, or do I dare to guarantee it?"

Chen Jingyi also glanced at Mr. Accounts without anger, she really hated that iron could not become steel.

"If you really want to keep a disciple, go back to Tianwen Mountain. As long as the old man is here, no one really dares to break ground on Tai Sui. ”

"Forget it! I dare to go back, shameless and skinless. Don't say that the old man is not necessarily there, even if the old man is, he won't laugh at me. ”

At the mention of this, Mr. Bookkeeper was like a deflated balloon, which disappeared in an instant. Even the account book, I couldn't read it anymore, and the absent-minded appearance made Chen Jingyi stomp her feet angrily.

In the end, he still sighed, and he could only reluctantly accept this uncompetitive junior brother.

"It's okay if you don't go back, the world is big, where can you travel? That little guy has no other ability, but the matter of traveling far away is really good. ”

"Senior brother, you don't deserve to be a guest, where is there a reason to drive the master, this house is surnamed Lu. The bookkeeper was not pleased, and pointed to the plaque, emphasizing a lot.

The two coaxed each other, but Chen Jingyi rarely did not refute, but just muttered in a low voice, "I only have three layers of certainty." ”

"Third layer, you are either dizzy, or senior brother, I am afraid that you don't dare to be so bold. "The bookkeeper is unforgiving, and he doesn't look back.

"When I said there were three floors, there were three floors. ”

Chen Jingyi glanced at Lu Zigong unconvinced after all, but in an instant, he softened again, "One person asked, two people lost, it's not worth it, it's not worth it!"

"Your mentality, where are you still three layers of certainty!" The bookkeeper shook his head, mostly reminding and asking himself.

Only, a sigh, a sonorous sound, sounded one after another.

Holding six codexes on his chest, he trotted up with his back bowed.

I don't know when, the night rain continued. Fortunately, Shan Shuang's body has hardened a lot in the past few days, which is not good, but it is not enough to run a few steps, and he will die or live.

It didn't take a few steps before he stepped into an iron plate.

Blood, this smell is still familiar to him who has just healed from a serious illness, and when he raised his head, he saw a pair of cold eyes.

He was wearing an iron armor, but on his chest, there were several bloody holes pierced by some sharp weapon.

The cruel gaze made Shan Shuang's heart tremble, wanting to run, but he didn't dare. Fortunately, this man also seemed to be weak, so he could only look at him with warning, and then quickly stumbled and left.

Although he escaped for the time being, Shan Shuang still smiled bitterly in his heart, "After all, I can't escape." ”

Whoever lets, he's a miserable man!