After entering the city, Xu Beiyou and the knife man surnamed Meng found a very ordinary wine shop, the two of them ordered some food casually, mainly to drink, the knife guest is named Meng Jiao, he is an old customer of this wine shop, the shopkeeper is very careful, and he also brought a plate of boiled peanuts with wine at the same time.

The two sat opposite each other across the table, Xu Beiyou was still wearing the clothes he wore when he saw Zhang Wuxi, this dress was personally selected by Wu Yu for him, from the crown to the belt to the boots, everything has a famous name, although Meng Jiao, who has been wandering outside for many years, cannot say these famous halls, but it is certain that this outfit will never be able to take down a few hundred taels of silver, and ordinary people will not be able to earn this outfit in their lives.

In fact, Meng Jiao still guessed less, this specially tailored and time-consuming clothes that took up to three months cost Xu Beiyou 2,500 taels of silver, which was enough to buy a single-family house in Jiangdu City.

Sometimes the world is so absurd, Xu Beiyou's dream in the first twenty years is easily realized in the next two years, and it quickly becomes worthless, maybe a life and death battle can completely destroy this luxurious costume, and the silver money that he once had to accumulate for a penny or two is really just a number for Xu Beiyou now.

In fact, Meng Jiao also has his own thoughts in his heart, whether today's Brother Xu is a son-in-law or not, there is no doubt that it is not what it used to be, and he is old after all, this swordsman's errand will not be long to find another way, if he climbs into a big family, he will be a nurse or a head or something, and he will no longer have to suffer from wind and rain, but it is not a beautiful thing.

The two pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and soon drank a jar of wine, Meng Jiao was already a little drunk, Xu Beiyou helped him out of the wine shop, and took the initiative to speak: "Brother Meng is not young, it is not a long-term way to always be a knife man, and it is time to live a stable life." ”

Meng Jiao smiled bitterly, "This truth is true, but Lao Meng has played with knives all his life, and there is no other craft, so it is not easy to make a living again." ”

Xu Beiyou didn't mind helping him, and said with a smile: "Don't hide it, I have some small businesses in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are also a few fellow villagers in the northwest who are also over there, I wonder if Brother Meng is willing to go over?"

Meng Jiao suddenly came to his senses and looked at Xu Beiyou's expression seriously, not like a joke, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Is what Brother Xu said true?"

Xu Beiyou nodded and said: "Naturally, I am serious, but I am afraid that Brother Meng will not be able to give up his homeland, and he is unwilling to leave his hometown and go to Jiangnan." ”

F_ Yong;

Meng Jiao laughed, "What is it difficult to give up the homeland, Lao Meng has nothing to worry about, the world is so big, where can I go?"

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "Brother Meng's saying is good, where is not home? Where is not to bury people? ”

Meng Jiao couldn't help but praise: "Brother Xu's statement is really good. ”

Xu Beiyou waved his hand and said, "Since Brother Meng has this meaning, then I will give you a handwritten letter later, and you can take it to Jiangdu to find a woman named Wu Yu, and then tell her that Xu Nangui asked you to come." ”

Meng Jiao subconsciously rubbed the handle of the knife on his waist and snorted.

Xu returns to the south, and northerners return to the south?

Wu Yu: Could it be that the lady who took a fancy to Brother Xu?

Meng Jiao didn't ask much, but he still felt that he should go to Jiangnan to take a look, anyway, he was poor and white, even if he was cheap, he was not afraid of being deceived by others.

A few months later, Meng Jiao really went to the prosperous Jiangdu, saw the shocking "poppy beauty", and saw the "small business" in Brother Xu's mouth.

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Xu Beiyou borrowed a pen and paper from a fortune teller's stall on the side of the road, wrote a handwritten letter and handed it to Meng Jiao, and the two said goodbye.

Since Meng Jiao decided to go to Jiangnan, he must deal with the things at hand, and he is afraid that he will not be able to get rid of himself for a while, and Xu Beiyou is walking alone in Danxia Village, walking through the streets and alleys that he has walked, and finally saw a very lush old locust tree at the mouth of the alley at a remote alley, although it has entered autumn, but there are still a lot of leaves left, the afternoon sun sprinkles on the ground through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming a piece of fine broken gold spots, there is a very smooth big bluestone under the locust tree, and the position where people often sit has darkened in color。

After seeing this locust tree, many memories of the past came to Xu Beiyou's heart.

Xu Beiyou came to Danxia Village very early to beg for a living, but he couldn't afford to buy a house in Danxia Village, so he could only come over in the morning light, and then go back in the twilight, and at noon, he rested in the shade under the big locust tree, and gnawed off the bun he carried with him by the way.

The cold and hard bun fell apart as soon as he bit it, and it was difficult to swallow no matter how he chewed it, and in winter it was like a stone, and his teeth hurt, by the way, he was not here in winter, but sheltered from the wind in a dilapidated doorway.

It's not a bad day, but it's not a good one.

Xu Beiyou sat on the big bluestone, recalling that one year, he went to the small slope not far from the village to chop wood, accidentally fell down and broke his leg, that is really called every day, called the ground is not spiritual, he can only endure the pain of drilling, little by little from crawling back to the small square village, his hands are bloody, and then he lay on the bed for three months, and there is a long time he can only walk with a limp leg, its embarrassment, even more than several times after being chased and killed.

There is also that girl, just got a sudden illness, and the person is gone, for the high-ranking Miss Gongzi, even if she dies of illness, she will linger on the sickbed for several years, vomiting more than a dozen pounds of blood, and she can only swallow her last breath after explaining the aftermath, but for poor families, death from illness is a one-night thing.

Maybe a living human life is not as valuable as those so-called precious herbs, which is absurd and ridiculous.

Xu Beiyou laughed at himself, "No wonder they all say that poor couples mourn everything." ”

There was a bleak wind, and some dead leaves fell from the branches.

Xu Beiyou stretched out his hand to catch a piece, held it in his palm, got up and left here, and continued to move forward.

Walking deeper, more and more memories also emerged in Xu Beiyou's mind, both sweet and bitter.

But it seems to be more bitter, because Xu Beiyou doesn't want to go back to the past at all and be a mediocre little person.

What is not admired Rongli, what is regarded as money as dung, what glory and wealth are just passing clouds, such a realm is too high, Xu Beiyou can't understand it, let alone pick it up, to be a Xu Gongzi who can spend two thousand five hundred taels to buy clothes, a Xu Gongzi who can call the wind and rain in Jiangdu City, a Xu Gongzi who can be called friends with powerful people, and a Xu Gongzi who can marry the princess of Daqi, which is very good.

It is ten million times better than the Xu Beiyou who could barely eat at the beginning.

The immortals who come and go high say that they don't want glory and wealth, because they themselves are already above the glory and wealth of the world, if they are abolished and the dust is thrown down, do you think they want to?

The great Confucian celebrities said not to be glorious and rich, because what they want is fame, if no one holds their stinky feet, do you think they want it?

It's a very vulgar truth, but it's true.

Xu Beiyou let go of his palm, and the fallen leaves went away with the wind.