Cheng Lian'an stood up and said, "The situation is not bad. Everything happens when you see the opportunity. When you see the scenery, I will reply to my godfather. We will meet again next day."

Qin Juexiang said, "Just say I have a strange temper and a moody temper. After temptation, I didn't say anything more," Cheng Lian'an pondered, nodded, and sent him away. Qin Juexiang came back to think: "Feng Bao came forward to persuade me for Zhang Juzheng, and he was venting his anger with the man on the hill. From the eunuch, the cabinet minister to the head of Shaolin, it can be said that the Forbidden Palace, the court, and the rivers and lakes were supported together. I have to admire Lao Zheng, and the layout was indeed tight and neat. Fortunately, I caught him off guard with one blow and one by one. Otherwise, it would be easy to win the Hundred Swords Alliance by scrutinizing it slowly. Hey, this is really the will of heaven."

He was afraid, glad, and proud. He expected that Feng Bao would send Cheng Lian'an to come, and he didn't take him seriously. When Cheng Lian'an said this, he must have made some clarification plans. Feng Bao is the most powerful person in the palace, closest to the core of power, and now only the elder brother can contact him, and everything is hard to talk to. If he is interested in coming out to contact one or two, then he will have the opportunity to weave the network of relationships that broke due to the death of Zheng League Leader and hold it again in his own hands.

Originally, Chang Sihao and Feng Bao had a good relationship. If he was willing to build a bridge from it and with the relationship between Cheng Lian'an, everything would be easier. However, the eldest brother either went north or south, and had a lot of business in Beijing and had never made any effort. This time, he had to tighten it anyway. After waiting for a while, he still didn't see Chang Sihao turn around, so he sent someone to Changping camp to pick him up. In the evening of the day, Chen Zhibin came to repay him, saying that the Marquis had left Beijing alone.

He heard Liu Ye's eyes swayed: "What, brother is gone, you heard right?"

Chen Zhibin said: "That's right, it was said by Lord Qi himself,"

Qin Juexiang sat back on the chair, his eyes widened. Chen Zhibin raised his face: "The Marquis received a secret order and did not want anyone to say goodbye to a big fanfare, which is reasonable." Qin Juexiang glanced at him and really wanted to scold: "You are so confused. What is the relationship between us brothers? Whether the emperor is secret or not is a big decision to calculate how old he is." He was not too much because he was Nuaner's father. He pressed him down and waved his hand and said, "I understand, you go down."

Chen Zhibin responded, lowered his head and stepped back. Nuan'er didn't dare to say anything. She watched quietly in the corner. Qin Juexiang sat for a long time, stood up and walked slowly to the wall, pushed the window and looked south. His eyes were straight and light, and his face was full of worry. She felt heartbroken. Her little lips were slightly opened. She didn't know what to persuade her, so she lowered her head sadly.

The old moon hangs in the heart of the sky, and the stream is broken and yellow.

The thatched cottage under the moonlight is still simple and quiet.

The red Sichuan pepper skewers were swaying under the window, like rows of upside-down candlelights.

A bamboo row flows downstream with the rolling leaves, slowly staking the horizontal line on the hut. A fisherman wearing a straw hat gently taps the toes of the fish basket, jumps down to the shore, and goes toward the hut, and calls out, "Xiaoxiang, I'm back,"

There are no lamps or fires in the thatched cottage, and no movement.

The fisherman shook his head and laughed, muttering to himself: "I must have drunk too much again," he walked to the door with a fish basket, picked a grass hat and hung it under the eaves, and opened the door: "I have a bad harvest today, I have only caught one," he stepped into the house as he spoke.

A smell of blood and the smell of alcohol came to his nose, which surprised him. His eyes swept away. He saw the piano on the wall, the pipa fell to the ground, the tables and chairs in the room were scattered, the floor was on the left and the right, full of dark blood, and a broken wine pot. Shui Yanxiang leaned under the window and her hair was scattered, silent.

He hurriedly threw the fish basket and rushed over and said, "Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" The only small fish jumped out of the basket and jumped on the ground.

Shui Yanxiang was awakened by him in a daze, and her brows immediately frowned, and she waved her hand and patted her around: "Stinky... smelly thing, stay away from me," her pronunciation was quite unclear.

The fisherman opened the window and let the moonlight illuminate his face: "It's me, Xiao Ai." Seeing that her body was covered with blood, she didn't care much, and reached out to touch her around to find the wound. Shui Yanxiang struggled in annoyance, waved her hands and couldn't help but tilt his wrist: "Don't touch me, it's all fishy, ​​it's so smelly," a smell of alcohol rushed into people. Changsun Xiaochi touched her with no wounds, so he felt a little relieved. He turned around and found that there was no enemy lurking. Then he went to the kitchen to clean his hands. As soon as he scooped a bucket of water in the basin, he heard the pile of firewood behind him move. He didn't even think too much, so he turned around and swept out his legs.

The firewood branches flew and scattered all over the ground. When I looked closely, I saw a white rabbit lying in the dry yellow haystack for catching fire behind.

The little rabbit was dragging a wounded leg, with blood stains on its fuzz, shrunk, eyes dull, and dying, and no longer able to escape and survive.

Changsun Xiaochi realized as soon as he saw it: This rabbit was caught by himself in the forest yesterday. I guess Xiaoxiang wanted to kill it and cook dinner for him, but he failed to kill it with one knife. He was frightened. The rabbit ran around, and in order to catch it, the house was messy and blood was everywhere. He looked at the chopping green onion and minced ginger on the chopping board next to him, and imagined the scene of the world's number one beauty chasing the rabbit with fear, and smiled involuntarily on her face.

He looked down and saw that the ashes in the stove were flashing, and there was still red. He stuffed some firewood into the bottom of the stove, added two spoons of oil to the pot, catching the rabbit, twisting the neck bone, stretched his index finger into the wound of his leg, stretched his left and right to spread the membrane, and clenched it, and half of the rabbit skin was peeled off. He peeled off the other half, took off the stomach, threw the meat on the table, and cut it into small pieces. At this time, the oil in the pot was sizzling. He swept the chopped green onion and ginger into the pot, and when the fragrance was slightly out, he swept the meat in, stir-fryed twice, added water, covered the lid of the pot, added a long piece of firewood under the stove, cleaned his hands again, put a towel on it, and took the basin back to the house.

Shui Yanxiang was still leaning against the window without opening her eyes, her hands were grabbing weakly in the air, and she called out: "Wine...Wine..."

Changsun Xiaochi walked up and put the basin on the ground, lit the pine oil lamp and hung it beside the wall. He came back to catch his hands, gently wiped the blood for her with a wet wipe, coaxed him, "Come on, wipe it clean and then drink it, okay?" Shui Yanxiang pulled her arm back in disgust and shook it: "Wine, wine, wine," Changsun Xiaochi replied: "Okay, okay," he turned his hand and pulled a chair, put the towel on it, found a bowl and squatted down by the barrel, uncovered the lid, and saw that it was empty inside, and it was already bottom. Before going out for fishing, there should be more than ten kilograms left in the barrel. I guess she had drunk all these wines in half a day, so she had to turn around and said, "There is no wine, I'll buy it tomorrow,"

Shui Yanxiang shrank into a ball, and said weakly: "I want it now, you go buy it, you go buy it..." Changsun Xiaochi saw her blushing and swelling, knowing that she was drunk, she came back and squatted down and coaxed: "The market is over, I promise you that if you go to the town tomorrow, I will buy more fish, okay?" Shui Yanxiang shook her head and said: "You go find a chatterbox and ask him... Go, go..." She kept pushing his thigh.

Changsun Xiaochi pushed away the long bangs that covered her eyebrows. Seeing that she seemed like a kitten that had just been born, she was so drunk that she couldn't even open her eyes. Her long eyelashes were synthesized into a thread. The yellow eye bore on the corners looked like two millet grains. She was confused and just pushed her hands. She couldn't help laughing. She picked a small straw stick on her hair, dipped the hand towel wet and pressed it on the corner of her eyes, gently wiping it, and said, "I'm still looking for a chatterbox. He gave us so much wine for nothing, and he has been driven away by the boss. Why have you forgotten?"

Shui Yanxiang became irritated: "I don't care. I want to drink. You go buy it, you go buy it."

Changsun Xiaochi knew that he could not argue with Zuiren, so he stopped answering and continued to wipe her face. Shui Yanxiang reached out and kicked it out, and just kicked it over the basin. The water was like a waft, spreading all over the floor. Changsun Xiaochi smiled and said, "Look at how drunk you are. If you drink it, you will have to 'a good mountain and river' again," Shui Yanxiang waved her arms and said loudly, "You lied to me, you said you wanted me to have rich clothes and food, and you are glorious, but now you can't drink some wine. Every day, you have to burn fire, wash clothes, cook, wipe the house, brush the toilet, pickle pickles, and kill live fish and rabbits. I don't want to kill, I don't want to kill," she roared, tears in her eyes, and she started crying again.

Changsun Xiaochi Chi was stunned for a while, leaned forward, knelt down on his knees, reached into his arms, and said softly: "It's my fault. I will do these things in the future, and I will kill fish, okay?"

He shook gently, waited for a long time, but did not respond. When he looked down, Shui Yanxiang's nose wings swayed, breathing evenly, and she was already asleep again.

The breeze blew through the cracks in the window, and the flames in the pine oil lamp jumped a few times like soybeans falling on the ground.

Shui Yanxiang's face was soaked in the weak light, warm and red, as peaceful as a child.

A kind of sadness with a smile appeared in Changsun Xiaochi's expression, and he slowly lowered his head and kissed her messy hair.

A faint smell of wood ash came into the nostrils.

Shui Yanxiang stretched out her legs slightly, leaned over her body, and snuggled into his arms like a greedy warmth. The white gauze rolled under the light as she moved, with dirty corners, and there were already several hooks and broken holes on it.

The countryside, the cottages are not as good as the Mingtang, the rough floors, the burrs of firewood branches, and the work they need to do. Every one seems to have resistance and hatred for exquisite fabrics, and can always scratch them inadvertently.

The only few holes mean that she was careful enough.

Hunan skirt stove soap, the beauty is annoyed...

Changsun Xiaochi's arms were slightly tightened.

At the beginning, 300,000 taels of silver were given to his brother Longqing. The shares withdrawn from Dubaolou belonged to the public funds of Juhao Pavilion, and they were also returned to Zhu Qing and Jiang Wan. When she took her out for a trip, she was almost empty and had nothing. By pawning jewelry, the two came to Yibin all the way to the bank of this green stream.

I still remember that when I was drinking by the stream, I suddenly felt my eyes hurt by the light flowing in the water. Looking up, the sun was clear and clear with six-edged and colorful sprinkled like silk, and the sky was filled with refreshing blue.

At that time, her eyes were curved, her smile was full of happiness, and she pointed to the sky and said, "Look, the grass in the sky is blue..."

Arisa is blue...

Then, the white clouds are just cute sheep.

In my ears, the sound of the stream was so clear and clear at that moment, as if it was flowing through the two hearts.

So I decided to stay, log wood, mow grass, and build a small home that belongs only to two people with both hands.

When the thatched hut was built, she patted her hands, stood beside her chest and hips with her hips. She gently handed a bamboo cup full of streams, looked at the spire of the house and said, "Xiao Ai, what name should I give our home?"

At that time, I thought about it and replied with a smile: "The sky can shepherd the clouds, but we ordinary people can only shepherd the stream around us."

"Well," she nodded happily and said with a smile: "Then call Muxi Xiaozhu,"

There was no maid, no dowry, no blessings, but the simple thatched cottage was clean in her hands, making the windows and chairs clean, extremely warm.

She was used to having no powder, no aromatherapy, no osmanthus oil, and shampooing her hair with wood ash, cutting off her delicate and useless nails.

However, she refused to change the clothes on her body with coarse cloth.

You can pick up dead branches when burning firewood and use water to beat the stream. However, people cannot avoid everything. They also need salt, rice, wine, and tea in life. After they have run out of savings, they have to go hunting, fishing, and earn money to support their families.

When everything goes step by step, life seems to become a monotonous repetition.

Before she knew it, she began to drink more and more, but she said less and less.

All wealth and glory have gone... A cut of black hair is thrown into the clouds, and it can't be combed, and three thousand worries...

Xiaoxiang, are these clothes that are not suitable for work the last one?

"Pu Leng,"

With a light sound, the little fish that struggled to the point of weakness opened its lips next to the tilted bamboo basket, and finally tried hard to pat the tail.

The next morning, Shui Yanxiang was still hangover and she was still awake. Changsun Xiaochi got up early and prepared the food and stuffed it in the pot. She carried the fish basket out, opened the raft to the upper reaches, and closed the net along the stream.

There are few people coming to this stream. It is the golden autumn season. The fish are abundant. The net that was good the day before was already full after a night. He lowered his waist and pulled the net up. The heavy weight was so heavy that the raft head was filled with water, creaking and creaking.

In the past, he only chose the big ones to stay, and the small ones to release the small ones, but today he did not hesitate and poured them all into the fish basket.

After re-laying the net, he poked some willow branches near the stream, inserted a row of them into the fish basket like eyelashes, lifted up the long pole, and the bamboo raft passed through the stream like a piece of paper, floating like flying, and headed straight downstream.

Lower this stream, there is a town not far from Yibin City. The open-air market there is not very lively, but it happens to be low-key and safe. When I tied a raft to the shore, the fields were still dark. He carried a full of fish baskets and walked forward on the muddy path. Gradually, the east became white and the rooster crowed.

When he arrived at the market, some people had arrived earlier than him, some were busy laying straw mats on the mud, and some were already putting out goods. Because they often met, they were already very familiar with each other. After walking and passing by, they greeted each other. A woman with a cheek blush and a silk scarf put down the polished wine jar, raised her head and smiled, "Oh, isn't this Sun Xiucai?"

Changsun Xiaochi smiled. Although he was tanned every day when fishing and sunburned, he still couldn't change his calm temperament in every move. The vendors around him saw that he was a literate person. Occasionally he wanted to write a letter or come to him for a book. He always held his pen with pleasure. In this rural town, "Dragon-shaped cursive script" is no longer useful. Fortunately, he has a deep foundation in regular script, running script and official script, and he can write well, but he does not charge any money, so he has a good reputation and has won such a scholar's title.

He replied, "Ah, the fourth sister has also set up a stall."

"Yes," Sister Yu Si stretched out her neck and looked at it: "Oh, you have made a lot of fish in this basket today, and at least you can sell it for three or five," Changsun Xiaochi stopped and said: "I'm going to sell it for you before leaving. Let's exchange it for you. I can just carry two jars of wine back," Sister Yu Si laughed: "I can't eat those, there are three or two in the house. I'm the only one. The fish is not happy without water, and it's time to smell it if I can't hold it," Changsun Xiaochi said: "It can live in a water tank for a few days, and it's fresh to eat at any time," Sister Yu Si said: "That's right, but I'm the only one at home, far from the river. I'm a woman who says it's not easy to eat water, so how can I move it?" Changsun Xiaochi smiled and turned around to continue.

There is an old man selling dog meat opposite to Sister Yu Si. Look at this scene, he tapped the lid of the pot with two fingers, making a sound of "knocking and knocking", humming a little tune to tease his grandson: "Hey, it's said that fish and water are deep, but in the end, it's not just a pot to boil water to make the fish stuffy. It's a pity that the fish is willing to play with water, but it's just a ruthless murderer," Sister Yu Si squatted back with shame and said: "I don't know which one goes to the East Street and the West Lane, and I don't know the root of the thief who is in a good position. After eating too much shit and drinking too much dog dick soup, I hold a hammer to knock my belly, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, and I only care about the sound of the day and night," Sister Yu clapped her hands and smiled: "It's the hammer hard, others don't know what I am, and the grains are gone. He was weak and often ate dog meat to cure all kinds of diseases. Men ate Zhu Qingtian, and women ate Little Crack," he said and patted his hands while making a crisp "pa, puff" sound. The rhythm was not fast or slow, with some ambiguity. The little grandson around him seemed to understand, and clapped his hands, grinning and laughing with his teeth. Sister Yu Si blushed when he heard it. He had been setting up a stall opposite him for many years, and knew each other's foundation. This old man was a "dog-mouth grandson", with a twisted tongue and two rows of cleverness. When he was young, he often carried a load and sold around the streets. He could make the widow happy and enjoy it. If he turned against him, his mouth was straightforward and he would not forgive him. He laughed and scolded the old slut, and he would not provoke him.

Changsun Xiaochi came to the stall where he often squatted, put down the fish basket, laying straw mats on the ground, and picked out a few big fish neatly and vertically on the left. He found that there was a single one with a maximum of five or six kilograms, so he slapped it on the outermost side, and the rest of the medium sized ones were in the middle. If it was a little worse, try to pick up the same ones and place them on the right. He didn't pick up the remaining small fish, poured out some, piled them on the mud, and piled them into small piles on the mud, and the rest remained in the basket.

At this time, there were few people buying vegetables. He looked around the street with no worries and saw red beef and mutton hanging hooks in the morning light. The white steamed buns were steaming and picked up steamers. A plate of tofu was stacked high on the table. The fried dough sticks were bubbling and forming in the pot with golden light. There were wide vermicelli on the street stalls, salt pears sold, newly green and red dates, and old hens with legs tied. People were busy at their own stalls, a scene of peace and joy.

He looked in his eyes and thought: If he could really sell three hangs today, it would cost half of the hangs to buy wine for Xiaoxiang, buy salt for the rest of the hangs, buy rice for the rest, and buy liver for more wine. If you buy some kudzu, buy some hangs and relieve it, it would be better to buy some hangs. When the weather turns cold, you should also add some clothes for her, especially the cold by the stream, so you can't let her feet get cold... Well, this is not enough, so buy shoes first, add clothes next time, or add clothes first, and buy shoes next time... But it may not be necessary. If the biggest one is liked by the buyer, give two more money, maybe it's enough...

As he was counting, he suddenly laughed.

Juhao Pavilion controls the Yangtze River waterway and makes money every day. As the head of the pavilion, he has his own food and accommodation and has his subordinates to take care of everything. Everything that comes to eat must be delicious. Anything that comes to be sent to wear must be fitted with the body. There is never a need to think about it. Now I need to do everything myself, but I have gradually gotten used to it.

If you think about it carefully, the only thing that has not changed is that I rarely touched money in my past and present life.

In the past, there was no need to touch it, but now it is not touching it, because the fish that I spent all my efforts to catch could only be exchanged for a few strings of copper plates.

With the number limit, there are trade-offs and calculations.

The more you choose, the less freedom you will be. Before you know it, the more you feel, the more you feel when you just retired from the world, you will lose a lot.

However, the morning light, smiley face, muddy street, vulgar slang, the fishy smell of meat, the chirping of chickens and insects, everything is so real, vivid, and vivid, giving people a huge sense of existence. When you are in it, it seems that you are truly living in the world and a member of the vast world. Whenever this feeling arises, the embarrassment becomes insignificant, and it is no longer worthy of this at all.
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