Yun Poyue is often confused about the first half of his life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One moment he wanted to be a decent postman, and the next he wanted to carry wood in the lumberyard and die of old age. In the middle of two years, he also mixed with the snitch Liu Yidao, squatted in prison, stole money, and was taught by him light body kung fu and bone shrinking techniques.

At that time, he felt that there would probably be no second way in his life except for stealing.

It's a pity that life is always changing.

Sometimes a change, caught off guard, can push you into a completely unexpected place. Jaw-dropping. Helpless.

is like the cattle herding baby from a poor family, in the famine year of the world, the family was starved to death, and in order to beg for food, he became a monk again. Begging in all directions, in tattered clothes, at that time, who would think, dare to think, and think that this young man would become the famous founding emperor Zhu Hongwu?

This also shows that the god of fate has his hands and eyes to the sky, turning clouds and rain.

It is not at all beyond the grasp of ordinary people.

It's hard to go with the flow.

But "I'm going to choke the throat of fate" is such an incomprehensible crazy thing that no one can say!

Fortunately, Yun Poyue didn't have much ambition when he was eighteen years old.

Ambition is sometimes interpreted as ideal.

The ideal is the goal of struggle.

The goal is heaven.

There are palaces made of white jade, benevolent gods, beautiful and charming fairies, golden thrones, and strange shapes and clouds of fairy chariots drawn by eight horses.

There is no ideal, no goal.

There is no heaven.

Of course, there is no rush.

So life is destined to be bleak.

So since childhood, there has been a group of people who have taught us to talk nonsense, to think nonsense, to talk nonsense, to be white, and to have a scruffy beard. A child who just knows how to play soy sauce, with red mouth and white teeth, wants to be Newton, Galileo, Copernicus, Leonardo da Vinci, Einstein, and Edison, the inventor.

The milky child is either driving a spaceship into space, or serving as the commander-in-chief of the Combined Fleet, and is full of spirit and sails to sea.

If you don't stop writing, you will write and be a contemporary Cao Xueqin.

Anyway, the more you can brag about it, the more you like it.

Bragging is encouraged.

Induce bragging.

Just open your mouth, write nonsense, and you don't need to pay taxes, and you don't spend any money. And it's crowded with a bunch of little fools to play, which is equivalent to pets, and it feels good to think about it.

When Yun Poyue was herding cattle in the countryside, she once wandered outside the private school and saw a child who was ruthlessly criticized and fiercely criticized by teachers and classmates because he wrote his future ideal as "being a 10,000 yuan household" and worshipping money!

There is a storm and rain, criticizing and criticizing, and the thunderous momentum of not knocking over the ground and stepping on 10,000 feet without stopping.

Mess that kid up.

Actually, what's wrong with making more money?

There is no money to eat.

What to drink?

If you don't eat or drink, what does it stink!

If Yun Poyue was allowed to come in to talk about ideals at that time, I am afraid it would be even more unbearable. Because not to mention those big scientists with twisting names in foreign countries, he doesn't know how many famous people in China are?

One mouth is white rice.

Meat buns.

When stewing beans, put a few slices of crispy and fatty smoked bacon.

Cotton clothes and pants.

A pair of hot big scalp shoes.

(By the way, Yun Poyue herded cattle in winter, because he had no shoes, he was barefoot all day, and his ankles and insteps were frozen and bleeding.) The cold is unbearable. As soon as he saw a cow cocking its tail and pulling out a bubble of hot cow dung, he quickly ran over and stuck his feet in the cow shit to keep warm. ）

Life is different from composition.

Everything has to be exchanged in equal amounts.

There can be no ambiguity.

According to Yun Poyue's later recollections, only one of the more than 50 students who gambled and swore curses, swore vows, swore with passion, and were full of pride in the private school to become great scientists, great men, saints, and heroes, and only one of them flew planes and sprayed pesticides on the farm, which was regarded as blowing himself into the sky.

The rest of them grow vegetables, some work, some teach, some set up stalls, some steal, some defraud, some collect rags, and some dig toilets......

Some are crazy, some are stupid, some are paralyzed, and some are dead.

In short, there is no one who is extraordinary.

All eyes on you.

Radiant.

So sometimes there is no ideal, or the ideal is more realistic.

It's not a bad thing for a person either.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that I will fall from the top and fall into the ass!

From this point of view, the reason why the elderly are nagging, looking forward and backward, and hesitating, must be because they were also badly thrown when they were young?

Carrying too much on your back sometimes makes it too light.

Youth, although reckless and can make mistakes, is sometimes a kind of capital to show off.

You can't have it both ways.

In July of the first year of Hongwu, Yun Poyue was eighteen years old. Worked as an errand at the Daming Post Office.

Since he had to go to Nirvana and Twelve Oaks Manor every day to deliver letters and mail, he became acquainted with Luo Yan.

Luo Yan is a gentle and kind woman.

The husband is also a well-known rich man.

She wanted to give Yun Poyue a gift, but it was difficult to refuse, so he went to her house with Luo Yan.

When he opened the carton, he saw that the woman was actually going to give him a knife. Or called the Oriental sword. That is, the kind of combat weapon commonly used by the Dongying samurai.

Toyo swords are well-forged.

It is said that it takes more than 70 processes to hit a blade and temper it repeatedly.

It was brought to the Central Plains by the Fuso Exploration Trade Mission that came to worship.

Ordinary people are equipped with one, and walking on the street will be regarded as a kind of glory. Respect it. After all, at that time, the Ming Dynasty had just been founded, and the smoke of large-scale war was still drifting.

On the northern border, local friction has also occurred from time to time.

Therefore, people still retain an indescribable good feeling about the eventful years of the past.

Yun Poyue pinched the hilt of the knife and pulled out a blade, the dazzling cold light flickering.

"Do you like it?" asked Luo Yan.

"Like. ”

Men like knives and guns, just as women like beaded jewelry, almost out of instinct. But it's just like. Nine months later, when Yun Poyue held the Qimen Blade Chicken Feet, he felt something in his heart, and blurted out unconsciously: "This is me." ”

There is no self and no other, and heaven and man are one.

But that was nine months later, and until then, like today, all he could say was "yes." "Because I really cherish it. I have nothing to do to go out for a walk, and I have a handful of imported products in my waist, which is indeed very majestic.

Luo Yan looked at him, smiled, tried to keep his voice as low as possible, and said, "Then you can do me a favor, okay?"

Yun Poyue was stunned, thinking that since she had eaten, drunk, and taken, it was really difficult to open her mouth if she categorically refused. So he said, "What help?"

Luo Yan frowned slightly, and then changed her serious expression: "Help me give birth to a son." ”

"What?" Yun Poyue showed a strange expression.

"You understand what I'm saying. Seeing that he was a little cringe, Luo Yan said, "And you will definitely be able to help me." ”

"It's not part of my service. ”

Yun Poyue seems to understand whether she understands or not, and she has no teacher to learn it (the third time), and such a sentence actually came out.

"It's okay, I can give you money. ”

These are two sentences that are completely out of bounds.

Yun Poyue shook his head:

"It's not about money. ”

"Then you should help me. Doing good deeds and doing good deeds is not something that a person should refuse, right?" Luo Yan was full of seriousness, and finally said, "Not to mention that I have always been so good to you......" (To be continued. )