Chapter 64 A shabby room next door

Perhaps he was exhausted these days. Thinking that the little girl resolutely left Daizhou with him at the beginning, Yang Yanzhao flashed some unbearance in his heart.

Squatting by the river in front of the door, he washed his face and raised his head. The breeze blew the sparkling waves, and the golden color sprinkled by the morning sun was so beautiful.

On the other side of the river, several women have begun to wash their clothes, and the mallet is knocking on the soaked clothes, which makes the sound of tapping a little heavy.

Unconsciously, the cooking smoke rose, and the surroundings suddenly became lively. The child cried, the husband called his wife, and occasionally he could hear a few girls's laughter. On the path near the river, there were also people dressed as taxis with cloth bags on their backs, or walkers carrying burdens.

A day's plan is in the morning, and the early morning begins in the same way.

"Son, why are you squatting on this step?"

Turning his head, he saw the exhausting little face standing behind him a little tired, holding a plate in his hand, and a faint fragrance came from it.

Squeeze the sweat towel dry, and it was still on his shoulder. Yang Yanzhao jumped to the side of the exhaust wind. "I thought you were still sleeping, but I didn't expect you to go to work and eat, but why didn't you see the fireworks?"

Paifeng held the bowl in his left hand, took off the sweat towel on Yang Yanzhao's shoulder with his right hand, and twisted it a little. "This is what Paifeng learned from Aunt Zhang next door. Aunt Zhang is a good person..."

Aunt. Zhang next door?

Yang Yanzhao looked at the next door in surprise. It was a house that was more dilapidated than their yard. Maybe it had been leaning against the river for a long time. The red brick wall was full of faint cyan, as if it were full of moss.

A slightly fat woman happened to come out at this time. When she passed by, she showed a kind smile, and then walked in the direction of the street with a burden. Although the burden was covered with white cloth, Yang Yanzhao could still smell the smell of the cake.

"Aunt Zhang is a good person," Pai Feng said again, "Her son is now in the academy in the city..."

Saying this, the exhaust wind stopped talking. Yang Yanzhao understood what she meant. This was to persuade him not to read hard. He immediately smiled and picked up a piece of cake in the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. "You little girl, am I the narrow-minded person? I heard that there is a sequence, and I still know the truth that the master is a teacher.

He waved his hand and walked into the courtyard with great air, but Yang Yanzhao's mouth couldn't help but subconsciously pout. It was time to find a good person to ask for advice. Otherwise, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to win the first place in this imperial examination.

Perhaps, exhausting Feng is right. You can go to the college to have a try, not for those who shake their brains, just to find a gentleman who can guide him to deal with the imperial examination.

The breakfast is eaten in the yard. The morning breeze is Xixi, and the peach blossoms fall two or three pieces. It is very distressed to see the exhaust wind, and it keeps thinking that there will be two less peaches.

"Exhaust, when did you go to Aunt Zhang's house?"

"At the time of the third update."

"Is there only her mother and son in Aunt Zhang's family?"

"En"

"Don't cook in the future, practice martial arts, and have nothing to do, you can find some books to read."

Hearing this, the exhaust wind raised his head in surprise and put down the porridge bowl in his hand. He couldn't figure out why Yang Yanzhao said that if she didn't cook, what would the two of them eat?

As if he didn't see the exhaust behavior, Yang Yanzhao bit the cake in his hand and continued to ask, "Did Aunt Zhang say when he would come back?"

"It will probably be later."

"Then we have to have a meal at noon."

After eating, Yang Yanzhao continued to go back to the room to read. After the exhaust wind cleaned up his things, he began to practice martial arts in the courtyard according to what he said.

At noon, the exhaust wind was going to cook, but it was called by Yang Yanzhao. He took out an ingot of silver in his hand and threw it away. "I haven't been out to be a rich man for a long time. Let's go unrestrained today."

After saying that, regardless of whether the exhaust wind is willing or not, she took her out and walked out. It was a good choice to go out and turn around.

The willow is inclined, the green silk is gently shaken near the water, there is an arch bridge in the distance, the flowing water family, the green brick road, two people one after the other.

"Exhaust, what do you think I should do if I'm a high school student?"

Walking with his hands behind his back, Yang Yanzhao narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky that seemed to be very close and far away. There, a few clouds were very similar to the marshmallows he had eaten as a child.

Hearing his words, the exhaust wind, who was thinking about things, was obviously stunned for a moment. Later, he asked seriously, "What is Jinshi?"

"Just like the first place in the examination in the college, it's just that the leader of this exam can let the official be a teacher. Do you think I can be a Jinshi?"

The little face was full of thoughts, and the voice of exhaust was a little low, "Perhaps, maybe, it's okay."

Yang Yanzhao couldn't help laughing at this answer. The little girl wanted to say something nice, but it seemed to go against what she thought. Even probably, maybe, was used by her.

He continued to walk forward, looking at the things on both sides, and suddenly a lost voice came from behind him, "Son, do you think the dish cooked by exhaust is not delicious?"

Is it possible to be found?

Turning her head, the little girl had stopped, lowered her head, and pinched the corners of her clothes, as if she had done something wrong.

Raising her cramped little face, Yang Yanzhao smiled and said, "The exhaust air has been done well. I also burned the pot at the beginning, so it's much better than the prince. It's just that I'll practice more in the future. I'm afraid the master of Dechang Building can't compare with you."

"Really?"

The difficulty on the little face passed a lot, and there was an incredible look in his eyes, "Did you really burn the pot?"

"Really, is it possible to lie to you?"

Yang Yanzhao pinched the tip of her nose. The latter's sad appearance suddenly dissipated after hearing it, and was replaced by a smiling face, "There is no exhaust."

In the Yang family in the past, the exhaust wind was a burning girl. Today, she finally knew that she also had the ability that the young master could not compare, and she was immediately happy.

"Okay, don't laugh anymore. I'm hungry. Hurry up and find a place to eat."

"Oh, son!"

For Yang Yanzhao's pretending anger, the exhaust wind seemed to be unseen. He covered his small mouth, and his big eyes were bent like willow leaves beside him, and he followed briskly.

After eating and drinking, Yang Yanzhao did not go to the lively streets to wander around. Although the place where he lived was far away from the Zhefu, he could not be seen by the servants in the house. If it reached the ears of Zhe Lao Taijun, he would have to be preached by the two brothers of this family.

When I was in Fuzhou City, I also wanted to borrow some momentum to break my family, so naturally I couldn't touch the taboos in their hearts, coupled with the pressure of the imperial examination, so after drinking a cup of tea, I returned to the original way with the wind.

After dinner, Yang Yanzhao and Paifeng changed a place and let Paifeng study in the study. Although there was no female ring or anything, there were still Analects poetry books.

Looking at the peach blossoms surrounded by dancing butterfly shadows, the faint fragrance made Yang Yanzhao take two deep breaths, and his face was intoxicated in time.

He lifted his sleeve, gently grinded the ink, and then carefully studied the scrolls in the small courtyard.

The wind gradually rose, and the sun shone on the past. Aunt Zhang next door also came back. The exhaust wind heard the sound and jumped to the next door. After a while, the sound of laughter sounded, sandwiching the cooking smoke slowly scattered by the wind.

His eyebrows were squeezed into an eight. He put down the book in his hand. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing. There was indeed no self-taught talent in the world. Even if he had heard many truths in the book, it was still difficult to be fully familiar with it.

Maybe, how many days should I go to the college to study?

The sound of fine footsteps came close, and the smell of vegetables followed. With two plates in his hand, he came in full of joy, "Son, it's time to eat."

It doesn't matter. People are iron, rice is steel, and you can't be hungry.

"Exhaust the wind, let's go to Aunt Zhang's house after dinner."

"Ye-huh."

Following the exhaust, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help looking at the nearby house again. The bricks and tiles have been renovated for many years, full of mottled traces, and the wooden door was also very old. The edge of the door was cracked and blocked with firewood, which could barely be closed.

"Aunuch Zhang, Aunt Zhang!"

The exhaust wind shouted happily. Soon, the gentle voice of the woman in the room said, "Here, little girl, is there something left here?"

After the door opened, Aunt Zhang saw Yang Yanzhao behind the exhaust wind and couldn't help but accept the smile on her face. Obviously, she did not expect his arrival.

"Aunuch Zhang, this is my son."

He wiped his hand on the apron in front of him, and Aunt Zhang's gentle smile reappeared, "It turned out to be Mr. Yang. The family is simple. If you don't mind, come in and sit down."

Yang Yanzhao nodded and walked into it. The courtyard and the outside always looked simple or even shabby. The lights in the hut were on, and the dishes on the table were the same as what he had just eaten. Two bowls of rice had been served, as if waiting to return.

Aunt Zhang brought a wooden stool, wiped it with her sleeves, and handed it over. "The rough house made the prince laugh."

Pai Feng took the lead in taking over the stool and putting it behind Yang Yanzhao. "Aun Aunt Zhang, my son is not a strange person. If you are too polite, you will be angry with him."

Why is this girl so flexible?

After saying thank you, Yang Yanzhao sat down and began to pull up his family. "Today, I took the liberty to visit to express my gratitude to Aunt Zhang. My little sister is stubborn. I'm afraid it has caused a lot of trouble."

This exit stunned both the two people in the room. Later, the wind pouted, and Aunt Zhang was obviously surprised, because as far as she knew, they were a master-servant relationship.

"What did the prince say? He was clever and kind. The slave family used to be busy alone, but now there is a helper. On the contrary, thank you very much."

After a few greetings, Yang Yanzhao pointed to the food on the table, "Aunces Zhang is waiting for someone?"

"Yewell, the house is a little far from the college, so Qian'er hasn't come back yet." After saying that, Aunt Zhang turned her head and looked out. "Look at the sky, it's time to get home."

Looking at the joy on her face and the hot food on the table, Yang Yanzhao did not feel that his nose was slightly sore. In a trance, he thought of his mother. Whether in this life or in the previous life, there was only one difficult sentence in his heart. I don't know if she is safe?