It's noon.

In the vast and densely populated city of Mengyue, the neighbors were noisy and noisy as if they had exploded. On the corners of the streets and alleys, on the floors of shops, there are people whispering and running to tell each other, talking about the new things that happened this morning...... Their surprised and excited looks, if it were in the eyes of outsiders, I am afraid that they would not think that there was a rich man's eldest daughter married this morning, and the head of the family was happy, and everyone stuffed a red envelope.

However, what really happened this morning is probably not an earth-shattering event in the eyes of others—but if it is placed in the eyes of Meng Yueren, it will be terrible.

There is only one great thing that happened this morning.

The young master of the Yin family is in the kicking hall.

Of course, if it's just a kick in the hall, although it's quite interesting, it's not enough to make these Li people who live in Qimen City all year round feel excited and surprised.

The young master of the Yin family kicked the hall this morning, but with one kick, he kicked the Qimen family who couldn't be counted with two hands.

Moreover, it is still a win, and it has won all the way.

That's a big deal!

On the side of the spacious and smooth Mengyue Avenue, a fat woman wrapped in a thick linen skirt leaned on the doorpost with the word "food" on it, looked at the crowd of people on the street who were wearing swords and swords at their waists, and said softly: "It's really strange." ”

With that, he turned around and lifted the curtain, twisted his hips and walked back to his shop.

The fat woman's surname is Sun, and the neighbors call her 'Aunt Sun'.

Aunt Sun was born south of the Nanjiang River and is the daughter of a small family. And she should have lived in Jiangnan in the land of fish and rice all her life like other small families of jasper, and after marrying a good family, she would be a virtuous woman who taught her husband and children every day, and took care of firewood, rice, oil and salt - it's just that she made people.

Aunt Sun's husband is a well-known poor talent in the township, he is not bad-looking, and he can write well, but unfortunately he has not been able to get famous, and he can't go to Yongyang City to get an official to do, so he has to be a private school in the township, teaching those children who have no money to buy shoes and wear some simple culture, and many times the money earned is not copper plate and silver, but a basket of corn and a bag of dried meat. However, Aunt Sun didn't think anything, marrying this poor Xiucai was her own decision-the old parents in the family felt that it was necessary to endure hardships with this poor Xiucai who couldn't get famous, so she persuaded her in every possible way for a long time, but she didn't persuade her in the end.

In the first two years of marriage, the young couple lived a very nourishing life. Although I haven't seen much real money, the neighbors in the township respect the poor Xiucai who can study, and feel that although he can't be a big official, he has always done his best to teach the children in the township, and he is also quite a good talk, so he also takes care of this little couple very much in life - it can be said that although there are not many copper plates in the cabinet of Aunt Sun's house, it must be indispensable to eat. Later, the good reputation of poor Xiucai also fell into the ears of the county magistrate, and the county magistrate, who liked to chat with literati and writers, even slapped the desk and put on a posture, saying that he would hire poor Xiucai as the master of the yamen.

It's just that before the little couple smirked in the bed, something happened in the winter of the second year after marriage.

I don't know if it was because the humble house where he taught was old and shabby, and the ventilation was too good, or because he always studied in the middle of the night, and seemed to regret that he had not been able to get into the fame, and that winter, Poor Xiucai fell ill.

Aunt Sun hurriedly invited Tulangzhong in the township, who said that it was ordinary typhoid fever, grab a few herbs, keep warm for a few days, and drink more hot water and hot tea - but unexpectedly, when Aunt Sun took care of Poor Xiucai for a month according to Langzhong's instructions, Poor Xiucai not only did not get better, but began to cough day and night, and even coughed up blood.

Aunt Sun, who was in a hurry, hurriedly asked several people to go into the city to catch the market, and drove them to the city dozens of miles away from their hometown, where they found the doctors in white sermon robes and spent silver to see a doctor. Who would have thought that the doctor who took the pulse of the poor Xiucai was picking it up, and his gray eyebrows were wrinkled together. When Aunt Sun asked nervously, the doctor shook his head, saying that the poison had invaded his lungs and was afraid that he could not be saved.

Aunt Sun fainted.

When she woke up again, she had been taken back to the village by an acquaintance. The neighbors in the village were all sitting around her house, and even the county magistrate sent his own servants. What everyone says is nothing more than the same meaning: birth, old age, sickness and death, and mourning and change. Aunt Sun's eyes were red and she didn't refute.

As everyone left, she quietly held her husband's cold palm, looked at his increasingly thin cheeks, and sobbed silently. The poor Xiucai opened his eyes slightly, smiled faintly at her, and said that she should not cry, saying that she had not been able to make a big difference in her life, that she could not be famous, and that she had not been able to live a more comfortable life, and that she had to take a step forward now, and she couldn't even accompany her.

Aunt Sun hugged him tightly, buried her head in his thin chest, and wept bitterly.

She couldn't remember how long she cried.

She only remembered that at that time, her tears were dry, her throat was hoarse, and her hands were weak.

Then, a knock was heard at the door.

"Excuse me. ”

Standing in the doorway was a thin-faced man dressed in a long robe and holding a folding fan. The man had wind and dust on his body, but he had no sword at his waist. Aunt Sun recognized him, he was a storyteller who came to spend the night in a small restaurant in the countryside a few days ago. Although he said that he spoke with a big tongue, he spoke well in the book, and the rhythm was well controlled. His husband also talked to him, and when he went home, he sighed to Aunt Sun, saying that this storyteller is full of wealth, and the things of the past three hundred years, whether it is the new dynasty or the old dynasty, the ancient sage and the true dragon, are omniscient, and he is really inferior to him.

Aunt Sun turned around and asked him in a hoarse voice, asking him what was the matter with her husband and herself.

The storyteller didn't answer, but stepped forward and stretched out the two fingers of his right hand to put them in front of the nose of the poor Xiucai.

After a moment, the storyteller pursed his lips slightly, revealing a slight smile. He turned around and said to her, "Don't be afraid, your husband is still saved." ”

Aunt Sun was immediately startled, and hurriedly got up and asked Mr. what treatment he had.

The storyteller turned around, faced the west, stretched out his finger, and said, 'Go to the Western Regions and find Qimen'.

With that, he walked away without looking back.

Aunt Sun was stunned and secretly clenched her fists.

Early the next morning, the villagers were surprised to find that the home of the young couple was empty.

Aunt Sun supported the poor Xiucai, carried all the family's savings on her back, walked dozens of miles to the town, hired a simple carriage, bumped all the way, crossed thousands of miles without danger many times, and finally arrived at Mengyue City in the Western Regions.

When she entered the city, she was unfamiliar with the place and supported the poor Xiucai, her face was nervous, looking around, cautious, I don't know what she would encounter in the Western Regions, where people are eaten and bones are not spit out in this rumor.

Then, she was stopped by a handsome young man in a brocade robe and a little maid by his side.

Although Childe is small, he is obviously not afraid of adults - he glanced at the eldest lady and Xiucai, and asked softly, "Are you strangers?"

The eldest lady nodded again and again, and immediately told the storyteller that he had asked him to take his husband to the Western Regions to find Qimen for treatment, hoping that this young man could show him a way to the hospital.

The young man blinked, and said that there was no Qimen in this Mengyue City that could cure diseases, but he knew that there was one in Zhenhuang City, which was less than a hundred miles away from here. The young man showed her the way and told her who she was looking for in Zhenhuang City—Aunt Sun thanked her repeatedly, and immediately hired two more dilapidated carriages and drove to Zhenhuang City.

As she went, she held him by her arms.

When they returned, the two walked side by side.

Qimen is really Qimen.