Eopinth Chapter 22: I'm not born, I'm old 1

In Mengchun, the warbler and swallows sing gently, and the peaches and plums provoke Fangfei. Dingkui Mansion in Xuanzhou are famous for producing spring piano exercises. Every April, there are always tea vendors coming from all over the world, and the price of each liang has been coaxed to 500 taels of silver. This year is no exception. As early as the end of March, Dingkui Inn was fully booked. In addition to tea vendors, there were also foreigners who rushed to participate in the spring tea festival.

Then the Ji family of Dingkui, the first family of Dingkui, seems to disdain to compete with others for the business of tea. As early as two generations ago, they began to do the business of medicinal materials. Because there is only one in the city, Dingkui is also a major traffic road from south to north, and the ordinary medicinal herbs business is also booming.

The Ji family has lived in Dingkui for generations, like a staggered old tree. In the troubled times of frequent changes of this regime, the sphere of influence almost covers the whole Xuanzhou, and the houses are everywhere, which can be regarded as the local emperor.

And when the Ji family was envious, there was a rumor that the young master of the Ji family went to some mountain to worship the hermit master as his teacher and did not intend to inherit the huge family's legacy left by his ancestors.

"This is really strange. The master of the Ji family doesn't care about him?" The middle-aged man selling bean curd used a broken straw hat to catch a cold and frowned.

The short man who fried the big cake opposite smiled while wiping his sweat: "May people plan to change their job again. It's hard to say that the Ji family has become the first person in the world in the past 20 years." Several guests from the neighboring stalls laughed.

The bean curd seller touched his jaw: "It's hard to say that the Ji family is ahead of everything, and they are also people who have the ability."

"Have you ever thought about it," the owner of the Liangpi stall was a young man in his early twenties, with a white rag on his shoulder. "The young master of the Ji family has gone to the world. It's not been ten or eight years, is it? What about the medicinal materials business in this house? Who should I give it to?

This made everyone curious. Everyone knew that the Ji family was the only one. It was said that there was a little son in the side room, and he died before he was one year old. The whole family particularly favored the only son. When studying, there were three gentlemen who taught Fuqin alone. If he goes to learn from his teacher, who will take care of the affairs of the family?

"I think it's going to sell it. Raise some money to establish the first martial arts village in the future." The old man with straw shoes said.

The short man exclaimed: "Who can afford such a big medicinal business?"

The young man selling cold noodles squeezed his eyebrows and pretended to be mysterious and said, "Actually, I heard people say that the Ji family actually cheated people. They lost a lot and had no money to do it anymore, but this skinny camel can't be smaller than a horse, can it? He always changed his career decently, which is why the young master learned from his teacher.

Everyone seemed to stop some big secret. "Oh" sounded one after another, and the sweat under the nose of selling bean flowers: "So the young master of the Ji family is still Dingkui?"

"Of course, I saw him yesterday, wandering in the street with my servant."

"Oh, that's a great deal. If the Ji family falls down, who will have the final say in Kui City in the future?" In his life, my uncle has seen a lot of coerces to cheat you and fight for me. He sighed and shook his head when he heard the words.

No one here sighed, but he didn't know that what the young man said was just a family word. The young master of the Ji family was indeed at home these days, and it was not long before he came back.

"Young master, you can't go there!" The young master wandered around with his young master. He was exhausted at the end of the day. As soon as he got home, when he learned that the old lady had gone to the temple to restore, the young master immediately walked to the small courtyard in the west, so panicked that he hurriedly stopped him.

"Why can't I go? I just want to see Yuci to see if he is better. When he comes back these days, my parents are not letting me go. Isn't it an opportunity now?" The teenager looked back at the book with dissatisfaction.

Shuer wiped his sweat hard and gasped, "Since the young master knows that the old man and his wife are not allowed to go, why should he be embarrassed? No one has been in the West Courtyard for several years. Young master, don't catch up with this bad luck. Go back to the house and rest quickly.

The teenager frowned: "How can this be called bad luck? Yu Ci is just weak and sick. He is also his father's son and the young master of the Ji family. Why did you say that, as if there was a monster in the family.

How can he say it's good to the young master? Shuer scratched her ears and cheeks for a long time and said with a bitter face, "Young master, you'd better go back with the little one and go back to the room to rest. The little one will secretly tell you something. If you listen to it, I promise you won't want to go anymore."

"...Well, if I want to go, you can't stop it. Let's go and go back for the time being." The teenager also wanted to know what had happened, so he followed him back to his own courtyard.

Unexpectedly, in the leaky window of the west courtyard, a thin figure flashed by. I didn't hear a word of their words just now, but the teenager was turning around and leaving.

The thin body could not be seen at all that he was a twelve or thirty-year-old teenager. His white-washed blue shirt covered his skinny body, floating in the courtyard like a lantern.

Even the eldest brother didn't want to see him.

Since he was sensible, he has never seen his mother. Sometimes when he thinks of her living a colorful life outside, he hates her in his heart and hates her for leaving her own son ruthlessly. My father has never met, he is just a literal person. In addition to those who were forced to take care of him, it was his eldest brother, Ji Yufu, who left some traces in his memory.

He knew that he was not yet a full moon, and he was very weak when he was born. He almost grew up in the medicine stove. At the turn of winter and spring, he always pestered him with cough, and in summer he was too uncomfortable to eat. The only autumn that could be slightly more comfortable always passed in an instant, and he had to bed again in winter.

The people around him are very afraid of themselves, and they are afraid that they will get sick when they get close to him - such worries are not unreasonable. His wet nurse just has a disease similar to him and went there before surviving that winter. For this reason, the medicine is always placed on a low stool a distance away from him, and the people who serve him to bathe are always sad and run away after finishing things quickly.

But the eldest brother didn't do that. When he was a child, he always came to the hospital bed to tell him what his husband taught today, and his wife's maidservant did something ridiculous, and brought him some funny little things, although most of them were taken away by the servants.

A few years ago, the eldest brother suddenly did not come to see him. After begging, he learned that the eldest brother had been sent by his father to practice martial arts. It was not that he didn't want him. He calmed down and looked forward to his early return.

But now it seems that even the gentle and smiling big brother doesn't want him.

The thin teenager hugged his shoulders, as if the slightly cold spring breeze could make him tremble. He can't leave the West Courtyard. All his servants said to him that he never felt that he was the owner of this family, because everyone was freer than him.

The eldest brother has the health he doesn't have. Not only that, he also has endless freedom to learn anything he wants to learn, read and write, stroke the piano and poetry, and even fly around the wall... He is so rich, and such a rich brother doesn't want him.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but go crazy.

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Original poem: "Supplement to All Tang Poems", you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you, I gave birth to you old, hate not to be born at the same time, and I am good to you every day