Chapter 50 Losing is winning, wine and meat make friends

In Xiaodong City, in Jingqingpingfang, Jinyang, the day's noise is ahead of major cities. The morning bell rings at three o'clock, and the sky is still hazy. Nixia is far away in the sky, and there is a flow of traffic. As the footsteps, rolling wooden wheels and shops beside the bluestone Road move to open, there are also the eager greetings of familiar merchants, instant In between, let the long street wake up.

Compared with those ox carts and mule carts full of goods, there are more small vendors pushing simple wooden carts, and some strong men carrying huge baskets on their shoulders. In the baskets, there may be charcoal stoves, black coal, white flour in coarse cloth bags, green vegetables with morning dew, and even some should have been lively, but they are bound. Chickens and ducks with wings and feet become listless.

There are also women with blue and white cloth wrapped in their heads and bamboo strips in their hands. Most of them run some homemade cloth shoes, headscarves and coarse cloth skirts.

The stalls are lined up in the market. Some hold big umbrellas, put on stoves, set up tables and stools, and some just spread them on the ground with reed mats to arrange all kinds of goods neatly.

Xiaodong City is designed for ordinary civilians, with oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and food and clothing.

Of course, there are no luxury objects such as brocade, gold and jade, let alone elegant objects such as ancient books, calligraphy and painting, piano and pipa.

After another while, with the continuous influx of customers in cloth, the merchants were enthusiastic and hawking came one after another and became very noisy.

At the beginning of the year, a Lamei girl, wearing a coarse cloth dress, a double-ringed bun and no tie, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, appeared in the turbulence of people in Xiaodong City, picked some fresh fruits and vegetables, and coarse grain, and in an alley, from a breakfast stall run by a couple with simple clothes but quick hands. I bought two freshly baked white-faced buns and quietly turned into a relatively secluded lane.

The alley is deep and narrow, and it is also filled with a damp smell. The roadside is full of mud walls and wooden houses, and it can be seen that the residents are poor people.

Lamei took more than a hundred steps in and looked around to make sure that no one followed her. Then she pushed open a already broken wooden door and entered a small courtyard.

An old woman, who was so thin and skinny, seemed to hear the door ring, trembling and came out of the room with a wooden stick. She looked at her already turbid eyes for a long time. It was not until she heard a familiar and clear voice and shouted "groom", before she grinned. The ditch was born. The weather-beaten face suddenly overflowed with a kind of joy from the heart.

Lamei quickly stepped forward, put the bamboo basket on a dwarf outside the room, helped the old girl into the house, turned around and took out two white-faced buns, and put them in the thick porcelain bowl above the kang: "Guncle fill your stomach first. Today, I bought some corn, and I'll cook a bowl of corn porridge for you later."

The old woman took Lamei's hand: "Don't be busy yet. I've already eaten this morning. For so many years, it has been difficult for you and Sanshun to take care of me as an old woman." With that, those dry eyes, which were completely without spirit, rarely glowed a little damp.

The old woman is lonely, with no children and daughters. The man also left ten years ago. As a result, she was seriously ill and cried and hurt her eyes. Although she was not blind, she was not much better. In the past, she relied on laundry for her neighbors and mixed a few meals, but she was not enough to eat. Once she was really hungry and went out to the market to beg. He didn't want to be pushed to the ground by an unscrupulous vendor and sprained his ankle. Fortunately, he met Sanshun, a kind-hearted and chivalrous young man, who went to the pharmacy behind her back and sent her home.

"Song must have been shocked. I can't wait to see the old pious woman on the spot." Sanshun laughed loudly.

If Lamei really goes to work beside the eldest princess, it will really become a thorn in the eyes of Mother Song. There is no doubt that there are more hidden dangers in her majestic days. If so, it can also make her taste the feeling of fear. Sanshun can't help but rejoice in disaster.

"Although the princess is beautiful, I'm just a stupid person. I know that I don't have such a blessing. Of course, I declined. The princess also praised me as a loyal and good maid, rewarded me with a jade bracelet, and let my Mother often take me in to talk... Well, with the care of the eldest princess, Mama no longer dares to beat me. Scold." Lamei couldn't help but be happy: "It's a pity that I didn't see Wu Niang yesterday. I really want to thank her for her life."

"There will definitely be a chance in the future. What are you worried about?" Sanshun smiles.

"I can find justice for my sister and with you... I have nothing to ask for in my life."

"Real?" Sanshun raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to grow old with my children in the future?"

Lamei suddenly dyed red and turned slightly angruffed: "The mouth is slippery."

Sanshun's lips are shaking, and they only feel that such days are really comfortable. Of course, their future life is even more worth looking forward to.

Lamei's expression was solemn: "I have great kindness to you. I am humble and incompetent, and I really can't repay you. Brother Sanshun must try his best to help Wu Niang to repay you."

"Don't worry, I can save all this." Sanshun's eyebrows stretched and remembered the master who was in the age of cardamom. Although he still looked like a weak girl, he made Mother Song fall and rescued Lamei from the sea of suffering. He was really full of admiration: "I don't say that there are countless people, but over the years, they have also have a little vision. They have never seen anything as noble as Wu Niang. The woman is well-intelligent and prudent. The master is only twelve years old and has such a means that he will be able to achieve great things in the future.

He didn't notice at all. Wu Niang is just a girl in the boudoir. Now in his mind, she is not weaker than those king generals, so he blurted out words that can achieve great things.

"The eldest princess is a heroine, and Wu Niang has her hand**. Naturally, she is unparalleled intelligence." Lamei also has no doubt.

According to this, the two of them, together with Xia Ke in Luqing Garden, are loyal to Wu Niang.

It was not until the right time that Sanshun reluctantly left this simple courtyard, passed through Xiaodong City, and walked quickly, but went to Dongxingfang.

Unlike Qingpingfang, although the shops here also operate grain, tea and wine, more of them are inn restaurants and gambling house chicken farms.

Although it was early in the morning, there were already voices in the chicken farm. On the side of the wooden fence in the courtyard, there were not only brocade dans holding sleeves and shouting loudly, but also cloth gamblers stamped their feet on the fence to cheer, all round their red eyes, staring at the loess field in the gate, with two tall feet and long necks, red-winged black-tailed cockfights, a group of people and two Chickens are all equally cotemptant.

Sanshun looked around for a week and approached a 20-year-old man in a lucky silk suit. He also imitated the appearance of a gambler around him and rolled up his sleeves and shouted for a while.

Two fighting chickens come and go, bulging wings and pecking, rising yellow dust like fog, down feathers everywhere, passing by in a blink of an eye, and the winner can be divided.

"What an unlucky!" The man in silk slapped on the wooden fence, stared at the defeated cockfight lying in a pool of blood with a broken neck, and spit out.

Obviously, he made the wrong bet.

A series of angry words also broke out around. Only a few people won the money. They took over the wooden chips handed over by the chicken farm clerk and were ready to bet again. Two lively cockfighting were thrown into the field.

"This time, I'm optimistic about A-chip." Sanshun did not hesitate to throw down a wooden chip and hung it in the basket with armor in the field.

Someone immediately objected: "B chip is a breed introduced in the Western Regions. The wings are reddish brown, the most fierce. Three days ago, they won two games in a row and became famous in the first battle. Today is the first game. There is no reason to lose!" After saying that, the man did not hesitate to throw the wooden chip into another basket.

That man was obviously a regular visitor to the chicken farm, and many people followed him.

Sanshun smiled and said nothing, only holding his arms and watching.

The young man in silk looked at the gradually full basket and thought that he had lost several games in a row, so he squeezed the gambling tightly and hesitated for a while, or asked Sanshun, "Brother, are you sure?"

Sanshun glanced at him, was silent for a moment, covered his mouth with his palm, and said to his ear, "Although Bhou is a famous species, it seems to be too excited to look at today's state; you then look at Ahou, the feathers are tight, the body is neat, this size is the best, not to mention the hair color, it is dark clouds covered with snow, and then look at its crown, small and Careful, finally look at the legs and claws, seven-petal legs, cross crawling claws, the so-called small-headed big body frame, thin leg line climbing claws, the armor chip is not suitable, the combat power cannot be underestimated, there must be a fierce fight, the second chip may have some advantages at the beginning, but when encountering such an excellent opponent, the back disk will be exhausted, and nine out of ten will be broken.

The young man in silk listened to his words and couldn't help but be convinced. He made up his mind to retrieve the exported money and silver in a spirit, and he was angry with three times of gambling.

It caused a sound, but most of them were despised.

In fact, Sanshun doesn't have such a vision. In fact, among the different brothers he met, there happens to be cockfighting in this chicken farm.

In order to make profits, most of the gambling houses will use some selfish means, so that so many people have been unpopular and lost their property. Sanshun learned from the "brothers" that today's Achou is the unpopular arrangement of the casino, and there is no doubt that he will win, and then he gave one or two suggestions to the silk-clothed youth.

Sure enough, the Western Regions fighting chicken was majestic and dominated at first, but after two quarters, it gradually lost its strength and was finally jumped by the local cold door, grabbed out of its eyes with one claw, hoarseness, and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The young man in silk was very excited - in this game, he not only won back what he lost today, but also earned a whole thousand yuan. Although it was not much, it was better than losing.

The young man in silk was overjoyed and stopped gambling. Instead, he took Sanshun's arm and insisted on inviting him to drink.

Three smooth in the arms.

The two came out of the chicken farm one after the time, and suddenly a little beggar bumped his head and staggered the young man in silk. He was so obedient that he did not fall down. The young man was furious and wanted to punch and kick the beggar. His face was full of mud and he smelled all over. He really couldn't find a clean place to do it. Sanshun He urged the young man not to be discouraged by being a beggar.

found a restaurant nearby and wanted to eat wine and meat. The two of them had a drink, which was very similar. With the power of alcohol, the young man almost had to exchange names with three Shun and eight worships, but the young man was surnamed Shi and only said that he was a slave of the Wang clan.

"I'm working at home. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Shi." Shi Si patted Sanshun on the shoulder, which was very refreshing.

Sanshun immediately followed the flow of goodness and talked about his origin.

"Are you working in the Duke of Wei?" Shi Si is a surprise.

"It's just an errand boy. My sister has recently been promoted to a first-class maid. After being rewarded by her master, she just had some spare money to try her luck." Sanshun is very humble.

"I don't know which master your sister serves?"

"It's the direct daughter of the Duke of Wei, the fifth daughter of the Su family."

Shi Si laughed: "There is such a coincidence, which is also the fate of us. It can't be said that we will become relatives in the future."

Sanshun was ignorant and seemed to ask carefully, but Shi Si waved his hand to show that he didn't want to talk more. The two raised their glasses again and drank for a round.

"Alas, after all, there is still not as much oil and water as those who are in charge, and the spare money in hand is limited. I don't even dare to go to Qianrao Pavilion. I heard that the girl in red in it is more beautiful than a fairy, and can seduce people's souls at a glance... To tell the fourth brother, my little brother's wish in his life is to take a look at the girl in red and be enchanted by her. ." Three smooth eyes appeared with peach blossoms and tried to attract the topic to the brothel.

It turned out that he was ordered by the third prince to find out whether the third prince often went to hook the column, where he went, and who he saw. This task was really not easy. Sanshun wasted some effort before he found out that Shi Si was the nephew of the chief of the palace. At present, he was the eldest follower of the third prince, and he knew that Shi Sisu was happy to fight chickens, so he arranged a chance encounter.

I didn't want Shi Si to be very cautious. Speaking of it, he did not admit that he was the subordinate of the third prince. Sanshun had no choice but to lead the topic to the girl in red.

Who taught him to only go to Qianrao Pavilion and see the dance of the girl in red?

I don't want to, but it's crooked.

Shi Si smiled and leaned back and patted his thigh repeatedly: "You are not very lustful. The flower leader of Qianrao Pavilion is not an ordinary person. Kyoto nobles are scrambling to pursue it. If there is no hundred gold, you really don't think about it."

Sanshun lamented repeatedly.

Shi Si shook his head: "But in my opinion, it's nothing, but there are some barbic blood, and the figure is really wonderful."

Sanshun's eyes widened: "Have you seen the fourth brother?" At that time, his face was full of envy.

Shi Si's vanity soared and relaxed his vigilance: "My master is not an ordinary person. He has also followed him to Qianrao Pavilion several times to invite the girl in red to accompany him."

Sanshun quickly asked about the amorous appearance of the red clothes, and he was naturally surprised - is this... a victory in the first battle? Isn't the victory a little too coincidental?

Shi Sidao Sanshun didn't know who his master was and was unprepared. He spit and described the amorous feelings of the red clothes, but he didn't find anything strange.

When the wine was full, Shi Si waved his hand and called the checkout of the hall. As soon as he touched his waist, he was stunned.

"What's wrong with the fourth brother?" Sanshun was immediately concerned.

"That beggar!" Shi Si gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be a thief. What a thief. If I meet him again, he will be full of teeth."

So, Sanshun settled the bill very attentively, patted his chest and said that it was a great blessing to meet the fourth brother, but he could still afford some small money. Shi Si was grateful. At that moment, he asked Sanshun's residence, patted his chest and promised that he would come to thank him another day.

Sanshun smiled with white teeth and looked honest.

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In Guan Suiyuan, King's Mansion, the little boy sat listlessly on the door and watched him stride under the hot sun, like a black-faced and impermanent gray crossing, staring at the two lanterns angrily - he was jealous!

When the son was still studying in Yizhou, he accompanied him wherever he went. He had been edified in the college for several years. Qingkong also learned some words. His conceit was slightly better than those aristocratic dans. He once attended the banquet with the son, and he also saw some small jaspers, many talented people, which opened the clear sky. Boundary.

This little man's eyes are becoming more and more broad, and when he hears others talking about Su's five Niang's talent and beauty, he is extremely curious. He wants to see the elegant demeanor of the talented woman. It's easy to look forward to the two families back to Beijing, thinking that after the two families are common, there are many opportunities... Unexpectedly, the son of the ruthlessness and deprived him of his entourage.

On the contrary, this guy Huidu is still inseparable from the son of the world, but he does not want to tell him the talent and appearance of the fifth daughter of the Su family.

The clear sky has been depressing for many days, and the resentment against Huidu is increasing day by day.

In order to regain the qualification of his entourage, even in front of the prince, he proposed to compete with Huidu to write poetry.

Unexpectedly, if Huidu proposed to win or lose, it was better than a sword... The son of the world actually agreed!

Knowing that he is a "talent" who is civilized and has no power to bind chickens, how dare he compete with Huidu's well-developed limbs!

eccentric, too biased!

The eyes of the clear sky spewed anger, almost crossing the ashes!

The gray ferry stared at the clear sky expressionlessly. Gu Li grinned strangely and walked straight into the courtyard, but folded a branch and threw it back.

The middle of the clear sky!

"Oh" screamed, and the clear sky jumped up: "Du, why did you hit me?"

Huidu turned around and said solemnly, "I'm so far away from you, how can I hit you?"

The clear sky was furious, and a small face bulged higher, like a polite... steamed bun.

"When you practice your skills well, you can only play one or two roles by following the side of the world. What is the ability to recite poems? The world's literature is outstanding, and I still need your help?" Huidu grinned again, and the clear sky found that his expression was actually smiling.

Will Huidu laugh?

The clear sky was stunned.

Huidu has already gone far away and went straight to the study where the son of the world is located.