Chapter 1 Zhou Xing

In the early morning in Baishui Town, the sun shines through the thin morning fog, with a warm atmosphere, scattered into the streets and alleys, every family.

In an old ancestral house in the east of the town, the reading and recitation is neat and simple. From the immature tone, it can be clearly distinguished that this is a group of underage children.

"A gentleman, the powerful person does not flatter him, the powerful does not attach it, the person who falls in the city does not worship it, the evil man does not taboo it, the strong does not fear it, the weak does not bully him, the good is friendly, the good and the evil one abandons it, the elder will respect it, and the young will protect it. For the people to live in peace, and for the officials to perform their duties, they will not lose their righteousness, and they will not leave the way. This gentleman should act accurately.

In the ancestral house, the old gentleman with an eight-character beard hanging on his mouth paced slowly. More than a dozen teenagers sat and read the textbook with their heads shaking their heads. These teenagers are only five or six years old, and the older ones are not yet fourteen years old. In Baishui Town, 14 years old is the age of adulthood. You can no longer stay in private schools. You have to officially step into society and learn how to survive.

Generally, people who can go to school are in good family conditions. The students in class are basically well dressed. However, one of the thin teenagers sitting in the back row looks about twelve or three years old. His skin is slightly yellow, his face is ordinary, his hair is casually tied with hemp rope, and he is wearing a coarse linen coat. At a glance, and There is nothing outstanding. The thin teenager's parents are both farmers in the countryside. They make a living on arable land. In order to let him learn some knowledge and trust the relationship, they have made great efforts to send him to the town to study. However, despite this, because he does not have a good foundation and goes to school late, his grades are far behind others. If there is no accident, when the teenager grows to the age of 14, He will follow his father back to the countryside and go to the countryside every day.

Dafu stared at his eyes, lay on the table, tilted his head, and looked at a large area of red paint beams on his ancestral house. He didn't know what he was thinking. The corners of his mouth moved with other teenagers. He listened carefully and read, "In another month, I will be fourteen years old. I'm going to be an adult. I can't stay here to learn anymore. It's time to learn."

"Dad will pick me up at that time. With my grades, I will definitely not pass the big exam in the town. Maybe I can only go back to the countryside to farm in the future." Dafu thought of the large area of land at home. He remembered that his parents went out early in the morning every day. He was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist and went home dirty and lay on the kang. His heart couldn't help trembling. His eyes were blurred, as if the mottled red paint beam turned into a loess earth. A thin body held a hoe and worked all day long.

"No! I don't want to live like this all my life! I want to make money! I want to be a rich gentleman! I want to live in this town - yes! This is my Zhou Xing's life!" The rich man stood up angrily and raised his fist, as if to smash the yellow land.

Suddenly, Dafu felt a cold chill inexplicably, and his whole body trembled, and everything in front of him collapsed. He blinked blankly and saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him together, especially the old gentleman, who stared at him angrily. The eight-character beard was extremely high, and Dafu suddenly realized that this chill was definitely from the old gentleman.

"Zhou Xing! Get out - get out and stand!" The old gentleman was so angry that he rarely spit out a dirty word.

Dafu's real name is Zhou Xing. The name was given by this old man with a beard. In order to give him a good name, Zhou's father took out food that could eat for more than a month. People in the countryside are superstitious, and the name is fate, so he took the nickname "big rich". I don't know how many people in the countryside are called "big rich" and "big noble". Who doesn't want their descendants to enjoy all the glory?

In the afternoon, Zhou walked on the road, his eyes turned around, and looked at the houses on both sides of the street that were many times better-looking than his house, and the idea in his heart became bigger and bigger. After a while, he came to a large house, then pushed the door and walked in.

The house is a small courtyard, and the purpose is to practice martial arts, such as heavy stones, long guns and so on. A middle-aged man with a tall figure, naked upper body and strong muscles is dancing a long gun, bringing a strong wind!

"Uncle, I'm back."

The middle-aged man stopped, gasped, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile, "Dafu, you came back so early today. Your aunt hasn't finished the meal yet. You can play first." After saying that, he continued to swell his long spear and practiced Zhou Xing's unknown marksmanship.

Dafu stood by the wall, staring at the middle-aged man practicing martial arts, with a trace of worship on his face.

The middle-aged man is the cousin of the rich father. When they were young, they had a good relationship. The rich man came to study with his help and lived here, which made the rich family very grateful. As for what middle-aged men do, Dafu doesn't know. He only knows that middle-aged men spend most of their time at home practicing martial arts. People in the town have some respect for middle-aged men. It is said that there used to be mountain thieves who came to the town to rob things. Thanks to the help of Dafu's second uncle, no mountain thieves dare to come here to make trouble in the future.

"Second uncle..." Dafu opened his mouth and shouted.

"Hmm?" The second uncle stopped and looked at the rich man.

Dafu bit his lip, and there was a trace of firmness in his eyes. "Uncle, I want to learn martial arts. You can teach me!"

"Haha! Do you think uncle looks very majestic? The middle-aged man laughed twice and continued, "It's not easy to practice martial arts. Ordinary people don't have this qualification at all. The hardships that need to be endured are not what ordinary people can endure. Besides, your father hopes that you will be in the first place in the college entrance examination in the next month, and you are not allowed to teach you martial arts.

"I know my father wants me to go to be an official, but my second uncle..." Dafu wanted to say something urgently.

At this time, a woman came out of the room next to her and said with a gentle smile, "The rich man is back. Come in and have dinner with your uncle." The middle-aged man patted Zhou Xing on the shoulder, "You eat with your aunt first, and I'll wipe my body." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhou Xing opened his mouth, and his words were not said in the end.

After dinner, Zhou Xing went back to the house, took a look at the books on the table, gritted his teeth and sat down, picked up the textbook memorization. After a while, he felt upset. The more he looked at it, the more helpless he became. He simply closed the book and leaned against the back of the chair.

Looking back on the days of studying in the past few years, he was not playful. On the contrary, he worked very hard. However, no matter what, the knowledge in books is always difficult to remember. Even if a gentleman speaks, he still can't understand it. He once suspected that he was not a literati and wanted to give up. But every time I saw my father running around tiredly and looking at him with thrifty food, I couldn't say it.

There was a trace of bitterness in the corners of Dafu's mouth. He knew that he would never pass the exam after the month. Imagining his parents' disappointment, Dafu was inexplicably sad.

"If I had the ability to do something I didn't expect, that would be fine..." This idea suddenly came to my mind, and Dafu fell asleep unconsciously.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed, and the big exam will be held in two days.

In the ancestral house, a group of teenagers looked a little nervous and listened carefully to the eight-character old Mr. Hu talking about the precautions in the exam.

Next to Dafu, a fat teenager about the same size as him pulled his arm and whispered, "Zhou Xing, how are you prepared?"

Seeing Zhou Xing shake his head, the fat teenager sighed and said, "Oh, I don't think we can go on the road of official life. My father said that if I can't win, I will go to the city to do business with him. I really don't want to sell and buy. What about you? What are you going to do in the future?"

Hearing the fat teenager say that he wanted to do business, Zhou Xing's eyes lit up slightly, and then darkened again. He knew that it was a matter of capital. In his family's situation, this road would not work. After a moment of silence, Zhou Xing didn't say a word.

The fat teenager seemed to understand the situation of Zhou Xingjia. He tilted his head and thought about it and said, "Aren't you going to learn martial arts with your second uncle? I heard from my father that people who are good at martial arts in the city are very popular. All the officials and merchants will invite them, and they can also open their own martial arts school.

"Really?" Zhou Xing had this idea in the first place. Now when he heard the fat teenager say it, he suddenly became excited again, "Let your father know more clearly."

"Of course it's true. My father said that the big officials and businessmen in the city should ask for a person who is good at martial arts and will pay at least two taels of silver a month. In the dart bureau, take a good dart, at least five or six taels..."

The more the rich man listened, the more excited he became. He just wanted to learn martial arts immediately and go to the city. His family may not be able to earn two taels of silver all year round! Wouldn't they be happy if they brought back so much money to their father every month?

This morning, Dafu kept fantasizing in his mind, and his face was flushed.

Returning to the door of his second uncle's house, Da Fu took a deep breath and said to himself, "Hmm! Be sure to persuade my second uncle to teach me martial arts!" He pinched his sweaty fist and then pushed the door open.

In the courtyard, a thin man in a relatively short sackcloth, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, was sitting and chatting with Uncle Dafu, talking and laughing. Seeing Zhou Xing push the door in, he immediately stopped and looked up and down.

"Dad!" Zhou Xing was also stunned and stared at the thin man in surprise.

"Dafu, I'm back." The rich father stood up with a bigger smile on his face.

Dafu's second uncle "hey hey" smiled and said, "You father and son haven't seen each other for several months. Dafu, your father knows that you are going to take the big exam and specially came to the town to see you. Brother, you have a good chat. I'll help his aunt cook. Today, our brother will have a good drink."

Zhou Xing came to his senses and was a little happy. For so long, he really missed his parents.

The two sat down. The rich father picked up the cigarette stick and smoked twice. He looked at Zhou Xing with satisfaction and said, "Well, I'm stronger. Your mother has been talking about you at home for fear that you will be wronged. This time I will stay for a few more days and pick you up home after the exam. Dafu, you have lived here for a long time. If you pass the exam this time, don't forget that your uncle and aunt are good to you in the future.

Zhou Xing nodded and hesitated for a moment, "Dad, what if I didn't pass the exam?"

"Nonsense!" The rich father frowned and coughed fiercely, "You are the only person in our village who has gone to school. This time, I know that you are going to take the college entrance examination. Your uncle Li, the third aunt and many villagers asked me to bring you things, and your mother also went to the temple to burn incense. You have been smart since you were a child, and you will definitely pass the exam!"

Zhou Xing lowered his head and didn't know how to face it for a while. Everyone in the village treated him well, and his parents worked hard for him, and the second uncle's family treated him like their own children. What should he do if he doesn't pass the exam this time?

For a long time, Zhou Xing heard his father sigh, "Big rich, it's not easy for you to know, but if you really fail the exam, you have to go back to the countryside. My parents don't want you to live like us."

"Dad" Zhou Xing raised his head, hesitated, and then said, "If I can't pass the exam, can I learn martial arts from my second uncle?"

"No way!" The rich father said firmly, "You are not allowed to learn martial arts! If you don't pass the exam, you will go home with your father and farm for the rest of your life!"

Zhou Xing was shocked. He had never seen his father so angry that he dared not say a word.

At this time, Dafu's second uncle came over and patted Zhou Xing on the back with a smile, "Dafu, don't make your father angry. He is doing it for you. Brother, the food is ready. Let's eat it first. Let's talk about it later.

At the dinner table, the rich father and his second uncle talked happily. When they were drunk, they were drunk and completely forgot that there were other people next to him, and they kept talking. After a while, they all slept directly on the table.

"Dafu, help your father go back to the house to rest." The second aunt said as she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Zhou Xing helped his father back to his room **. Thinking of his father's abrupt refusal to practice martial arts, he felt uncomfortable, so he gently closed the door and walked to the courtyard.

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