Guo Yuejuan's trouble, the rumor that Bai Qingyun was a "disaster star" grew as soon as the wind blew, and quickly spread in the village alleys.

The villagers said that Bai Qingyun was the Tai Sui who brought disaster to him, and the crane god who consumed gas, and wherever he went, there would be disaster. And with this as the topic, add oil and vinegar, continue to ferment, and say that it is best not to meet him when you go out in the morning, otherwise you will do business discounts, find people and not meet, do not win lawsuits, gamble money will lose, and lose money if you don't earn money, etc.

Not all people are the same people, rumors stop at the wise, and some people just don't believe in this evil.

In the days that followed, people came to visit the Bai family one after another, wanting to contact Bai Qingyun in person, and really experience it to see what kind of disasters this "disaster star" could bring to themselves.

The first person who came to the door was Wen Gongzi on the other side of the Hongsha River, saying that he would invite Bai Qingyun to his house as a guest.

Wen Gongzi is a poor scholar, who stays at home all the year round, reads poetry and books hard, and hopes that one day he will be named on the gold list, and he is already in his thirties this year, but he has not even caught a show.

"What are you looking for my grandson?" asked Bai Douwen.

"I was very surprised to hear some strange rumors about Ling Sun recently, and I specially invited him to the cold house today. Wen Gongzi said with a long sigh.

"You know that there is such a rumor, and you still want to call him to go, aren't you taboo?"

"In my opinion, those rumors are all lies made up by ignorant villains, which sounds very funny and ridiculous. I am here today to take Lingsun around the village, expose those lies in public, and let the villagers stop spreading falsehoods. Wen Gongzi shook the fan in his hand and spoke earnestly.

Bai Douwen felt that Childe's words were very reasonable, and if he could use this to eliminate other people's wrong views, he would block the stinky mouths of those who chewed the root of his tongue, so he happily agreed.

"Or ...... I asked the little cui girl to accompany Yun'er. ”

The maid Xiaocui has changed from the original yellow-haired girl to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and she usually takes care of Bai Qingyun's diet and daily life.

"No, no, I'll send him back safely, please rest assured. ”

Wen Gongzi's home is not far from the bridge across the river, where there are many villages and shops.

When the villagers saw Wen Gongzi and Bai Qingyun coming together, they all watched from afar one by one as if they were hiding from a plague god. Childe squinted at everything in front of him with disdain, ignored them, and walked straight forward.

"Hehe, I'm finally home, please come and sit in the house!" Wen Gongzi pointed forward with a broken fan in his hand, looking so polite.

It was a small three-room bungalow, with blue bricks and tiles, and it looked as shabby as Childe's clothes. The furniture in the room is also very old, and books, calligraphy and paintings are piled up everywhere, which is messy.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, a half-sized boy came in with two cups of tea, and the son introduced: "This is my scholar, three years older than you." ”

When the scholar put the tea on the desk, the boy instructed: "Hurry up and fry a few dishes, I want to drink two cups with this little brother." ”

The scholar left without saying a word.

"He's a mute. Childe also introduced: "My family has only one scholar in these three houses, and there are no other relatives ,......."

I don't know what Gongzi Wen said, Bai Qingyun turned a deaf ear, his attention had already attracted the room full of books, calligraphy and paintings. His grandfather also had a lot of books, but they were a little different from Wen Gongzi's books, especially those calligraphy and paintings.

About half an hour later, the scholar brought three dishes and scalded a pot of wine.

Wen Gongzi poured two glasses of wine and said, "Come, come and drink." ”

"I don't drink. Bai Qingyun replied.

Wen Gongzi persuaded again: "Then come and eat vegetables, eat vegetables!"

Bai Qingyun didn't bother anymore and continued to read.

Wen Gongzi thought that this child was a young master from a rich family, and he was used to eating delicious food, so he must not look down on our family's side dishes. So he turned to the scholar and said, "You go and fry the best braised chicken nuggets, go quickly!"

The scholar went out quietly again.

The kitchen is an ear room with a very small space. The scholar washes vegetables, chops vegetables, and chops meat, and the movements are extremely neat. He wanted to put the potato cubes in the oil pan and fry them first, and then stir-fry them with the chicken pieces, but because the potato pieces were put too violently, the oil pan caught fire and ignited the window paper. In a panic, the scholar carried a bucket of water and threw it on the window, but the water fell into the oil pot, splashing the oil fire all over the house, and in an instant, the doors, windows, roofs, and firewood piles burned everywhere. In desperation, the scholar took a broom from outside the door and swept left and right, trying to extinguish the fire with the broom, but the fire was not extinguished, and the broom caught fire again, but became a tool for arson. Seeing that the fire was difficult to control, the scholar hurriedly ran out of the room, wanting to tell his son about it.

Wen Gongzi was pouring himself a drink, drunk and hazy, and when he saw the scholar rushing into the door wrapped in oil smoke, he looked very flustered, so he said angrily: "Why are you so flustered?"

The boy screamed in his mouth, and his fingers were gesturing and scratching.

"Oh, don't worry, let it simmer slowly. Come, drink this glass of wine. Wen Gongzi took a glass of wine and handed it over. He saw that the scholar was waving his hand vigorously, thinking that the wine was too spicy and unwilling to drink, so he got up and grabbed the scholar's sleeve and forcibly dragged him to the chair next to him. The scholar was just about to get up, but he pushed down again and urged, "Drink quickly!"

The scholar's face turned red with anxiety, his lips trembled violently, and he slipped to the ground, knelt up, and wept.

Wen Gongzi suddenly felt bad, looked out of the door, and saw that the courtyard was covered with smoke and dust, and there was a crackling sound, so he hurriedly pulled up Bai Qingyun and startled out of the door, and the scholar staggered along.

When I arrived in the courtyard, I saw that the roof of the house was blazing and the smoke was billowing out. At this time, there happened to be wind, and the fire burned more and more with the wind. Wen Gongzi saw the raging fire dancing wildly on the roof, but he was helpless, although some neighbors rushed to fight the fire when they heard the news, but it was only a drop in the bucket, and the fire was difficult to control, but fortunately it did not affect the neighbors. In less than half an hour, the three houses on the left and right were reduced to ashes.

In desperation, Wen Gongzi had to take the scholar to live in exile.