(Asking for tickets for a new day - thanks to the generous tips of book friends "ㄣ Worm の Stay", "Little Black's Meat Bun", "Night in the Sky", "Fruit Rhapsody", "V0", "I Am a Panda Fish"!)

"Master, I have inquired clearly, it was a scholar who came out of the county town and guarded the ancestral house for Huang Xiucai. This kid is the famous Ye family bookworm in Pengcheng County, an idiot, otherwise he would not dare to guard the house. ”

In the spacious hall, a servant dressed as a butler reported respectfully to the middle-aged man sitting in the chair of the master in the hall.

The middle-aged man was dressed in rich clothes, and snorted in his nose: "This guy is not a man, he doesn't understand the rules at all, and he actually went to Guangping Township to sell couplets, isn't this a slap in my face?"

His surname is Su, the word "source", is the only talent in the three townships within a radius of dozens of miles, the squire figure, in this area, it is highly respected.

In previous years, the people in the countryside came to Su's house to ask to write couplets. Of course, Su Xiucai will not write it himself, and he will hand it over to a few students under the door.

Accustomed to nature, the annual couplets of the three surrounding townships have long been regarded by him as a taboo. Unexpectedly, Ye Junsheng came this year, and he didn't say hello without saying hello, and started a business in Guangping Township. If he just helped a few families write nearby, the key is that the more he writes, the more prosperous he becomes, not only Guangping Township, but even the villagers of the neighboring Wushan Township have run over, which has a great impact.

In fact, the remuneration for helping the villagers write couplets was fragmentary, and Su Zhiyuan couldn't look down on it at all. It's a matter of face, it's about rules.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore?

If everyone ran to beg Ye Junsheng to write couplets like a child, then where would his dignified and talented face go?

The housekeeper said: "Master, that kid is really hateful, if you don't teach him a lesson, he won't know how high the sky is." ”

Su Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Lao Wang, you can do this." Remember, do it cleanly, safely, and without mistakes. ”

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Don't worry, master." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew, and he already had an idea in his heart: such a thing is the most suitable thing to be handed over to a few mischievous idlers in the township, as long as it doesn't cause death, whether it breaks an arm or a thigh, it doesn't matter.

......

"Happy New Year, good year, good year, safe backgammon!"

Ye Junsheng has written this couplet more than a dozen times, and he is very familiar with it, and it is very smooth in one go. There are only a few pairs of these pairs back and forth, and when the villagers have selected them, he will immediately start writing.

The strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the font is elegant and rhyme.

The nerd has been nesting in the study for more than ten years, and he has been in retreat for "cultivation", which is really not covered. "Idiocy", on the plus side, indicates an unusually persistent devotion to something. Only in this way can we see the true chapter. It's just that his personality was too pedantic in the past, and he buried his talent.

Not to mention anything else, this handwriting alone is enough to rank among the famous masters.

Of course, in the field of calligraphy and painting, it is not enough to have skills, but also to be famous. And fame, if you don't fry it, it can't be hot at all.

In Pengcheng, Ye Junsheng is somewhat famous, but unfortunately notorious. If he had set up a stall in the county, I am afraid that no one would have asked for his couplet. Fortunately, in the countryside, the villagers don't care about these things, and they may not have heard of the deeds of bookworms.

After writing the last pair, drying it, and handing it over to the people, today's task is almost over. Looking up at the sky, it was almost dusk. Ye Junmei led the Great Sage to the stream to drink water, but he hasn't come back yet.

The weather was dry and cold, Ye Junsheng tightened his hands and face, paced out, and asked his sister to come back earlier.

The cold winter has arrived, the north wind has broken, the grass has long been withered and yellow, and as far as the eye can see, the wild is a desolate landscape.

After a while, we reached the stream. In this season, the stream also falls a lot, revealing pebbles at the bottom of the shallow water.

After walking along the stream for a while, there was a sudden melodious sound of the shepherd's flute in front of me, and the tune was bright and joyful, like a heavenly sound.

Ye Junsheng's heart moved, he quickened his pace, turned a corner, and saw the figures of Ye Junmei and the Great Sage in front of him.

Ye Junmei rode on the back of the ox, holding a bamboo flute in both hands and putting it to his lips, and the beautiful sound of the flute fluttered out, making the entire withered world brighten.

Unexpectedly, my sister still has this skill.

Ye Junsheng stood still, immersed in the sound of the flute, and was a little stupid.

The Great Sage's pace was not slow, but the distance between them was not far away, and it didn't take long for them to come to him.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Ye Junmei put down the flute and said happily.

Ye Junsheng said with a smile: "After writing today's pair, I am a little tired, so I came out for a walk." ”

"Well, sitting too long is not good for your body, and you need to move. ”

Ye Junsheng's eyes narrowed, patted the bull's head lightly, and pointed out: "The Great Sage has a very good complexion these days." ”

Not only is it good, since that night of devouring the ghost fire, this old cow is like eating a big tonic pill, rejuvenating the second spring, the fur seems to have changed a layer, becoming shiny and shiny, flashing a healthy blue, a pair of bull's eyes, recovering the spirit, becoming bright.

Moo!

The Great Sage let out a low roar and pouted his hooves, in a good mood.

"Let's go, go back. ”

Ye Junsheng held the rope, but Ye Junmei didn't come down, just sat like that, letting his brother lead him. The two of them are a cow, and they become a smart silhouette in the vast scenery.

"Hehe, good girl, where are you going, call my brother to listen!"

At this moment, two idlers walked out sideways with hippie smiles on their faces and blocked the way. They were all in their thirties, wearing tight-fitting clothes, and one of them, deliberately opening his chest to reveal his hairy chest, to show that he was not afraid of the cold.

Ye Junsheng's face sank, and he said, "Who are you?"

The idle man laughed and said: "You don't care who we are, get out of the way quickly, so as not to get in the way and spoil the good things of the uncle." ”

As he spoke, he walked over, completely regarded Ye Junsheng as air, walked straight to Ye Junmei, stretched out his hands, and wanted to hug the girl.

Ye Jun was startled, and quickly jumped up and hid behind the Great Sage.

The idler had already been attracted by the girl's appearance, and he was fascinated, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, sister, come to the uncle's arms, I promise to make you want to die......"

Disheveled!

Caught off guard, the Great Sage's front hooves suddenly flew up, hitting him hard where he deliberately showed his chest hair, as if hitting a heavy drum.

The idler didn't react, and before he knew what was going on, the whole person flew up, fell into the stream with a thud, and vomited blood in the cold and painful situation.

Another idler was originally standing with his hands in his hands, responsible for keeping an eye on Ye Junsheng, as long as this scholar moved, he would do it. Unexpectedly, in the flash of light, the companion was actually kicked away by a cow, and he couldn't help but be furious, and with a backhand pull, he pulled out a horn sharp knife from his waist, shouted, and rushed to the buffalo, wanting to stab it to death.

"Moo!"

The Great Sage screamed with contempt, his front hooves were vigorous, and he sneered, and it was a very fast kick, which could be called a shadowless foot—at this moment, it was not a cow fighting.

It's not a cow!

Poof!

The idler screamed, the knife flew somewhere, and the man accurately followed in the footsteps of his companion and took a bath.