���"*k�7�0��{�#ނ@oN�O�(Ϥʈvx; J r : z # }𵻐 It's so miserable, how did you meet such a sister. "A few mermaids cried with pear blossoms and rain.

The shark beads fell down with "pop, snap", which made the rest of my life happy.

Only the seventh sister is different, "I feel sorry for my sister, how much she has been wronged in order to fulfill her sister, you are not allowed to say that." ”

This impressed the rest of her life, in the world of the Great Wilderness, where everything is to survive, it is naïve for these seven sisters to have such an idea.

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In the Great Wilderness, for the human race, the year is also an important festival, and the birthdays of the Four Wilderness Kings are much inferior.

This festival comes from one of the three major tribes of mankind, the ancestor tribe of the Central Plains human race.

Legend has it that the land owned by the Terrans was extremely poor, and it was difficult to grow food, so the Terrans lived a life of starvation.

It wasn't until the patriarch of the Central Plains Terran tribe stole the soil of a giant tribe in the Central Plains that the Terran developed in terms of cultivation.

Of course, this is just a legend, and even a legend that comes from the Giant Tribe's slander of the Terran tribe for theft.

Lao Yu once told Yu Sheng that the truth of history is that the patriarch of the Terran tribe led the Terran to defeat the giants and seize the rich land of the giants.

This rich land is the Central Plains, the patriarch led the clansmen to multiply on this land, freed from the shackles of cultivated land, and then let the human race spread out its branches, and after tens of thousands of years, it finally became the appearance of the major cities in the Central Plains before the Holy War.

"It's a pity. Lao Yu often sighed and said to the rest of his life that after the Sacred War, the human race lost its control of the Central Plains and was ashamed of its ancestors.

As for Xiyang, most of these rare treasures are concentrated in the hands of the Three Desolation Kings, and the Eastern Wilderness Kings only have one in their hands, and their mana is not as good as the Three Desolation Kings.

Just this hand, it was also snatched by the King of the Eastern Wilderness in the Battle of Longbo, in other words, the King of the Eastern Wilderness is the god who robbed the giants.

It is rumored that the soil is the soil that grows on its own, and with it, not only will there be no worries about the harvest, but even the vicissitudes of the valley.

Of course, it is a little difficult to go through the vicissitudes of life, not only because the king of the Eastern Wilderness must fight for every inch of land, but also because the reclamation of the soil requires too much spiritual power.

In the Great Wilderness, the day of the New Year is said to be the day when the human race won the soil, and after this day, spring ploughing began.

Therefore, for the beginning of the year, the people of the Terran are very concerned, and they have begun to buy new clothes and prepare delicacies more than a month in advance.

There were far fewer guests coming and going at the inn, but business was not at all lacking, and many people found him to help for the rest of their lives.

There are not only customized dim sum, such as soup dumplings, dumplings, but also those who write couplets to find the rest of their lives, and the team has been lined up in Yangzhou City.

Now the whole Yangzhou city knows that Yu Sheng wrote a good handwriting, and as long as he is willing to pay for it, he will not refuse, so that people are proud to hang a handwritten couplet for Yu Sheng.

"It's not just because the shopkeeper's handwriting is good. The identities are also different, think about it, the words written by the son of the king of the Eastern Wilderness are hung on the door, which monster is not afraid and dares to come to the door?" Zhou Jiuzhang said to everyone with a bag of money and a roll of red paper.

He cherished the red paper on the table where he splashed ink for the rest of his life, put down the money bag and stood at the door and dusted off the snowflakes on his body.

It snowed heavily outside, leaving the whole world covered in silver, leaving only a few bits of darkness, stubbornly facing the heavy snow.

Yu Sheng took the opportunity to weigh Zhou Jiuzhang's money bag, "Go home and wait, don't get in the way here." Yu Sheng waved his hand.

His hand hooked on the couplet, and a pair of "meet a confidant here, play a song of mountains and rivers; there is a good person next to him, come to the wall to steal the light" The couplet was completed.

"What, do you have a grudge against money?" Zhou Jiuzhang was puzzled, this is not the style of the rest of his life.

"That's not true, it's just that this money can't be inserted into the team, I'll write to you in four days. "For the rest of my life, the price of cutting in line is also clearly marked.

"Hey, who brought up the price. Zhou Jiuzhang said unhappily.

"I'm not here. Zhuang Zisheng was not ashamed, and at the same time lowered his head and measured the couplet that Yu Sheng had just written.

I probably know what it means to steal the light from this wall, but why is this couplet so awkward.

Zhou Jiuzhang walked up, read it again, and praised: "Good words, good couplets, worthy of being the son of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, the writing is so good." ”

"Have you ever seen my mother's handwriting?" Yu Sheng asked him casually.

"That's not true, but it's okay to praise the King of the Eastern Wilderness. Zhou Jiuzhang said seriously.

"Well, your last word. The rest of his life dried his pen and ink and handed the couplet to Zhuang Zisheng.

"This word..."Zhuang Zisheng hesitated.

"Don't give it to me, how well this is written. Zhou Jiuzhang took it out, "By the way, the shopkeeper, what does it mean to chisel the wall and steal the light?"

"It's just a child who is poor and likes to read, so he makes a hole in the wall and reads by the light of the house next door. Yu Sheng casually explained.

"That's a good match, it's just right to hang on the door. Zhou Jiuzhang couldn't help but snatch it up.

Zhuang Zisheng didn't stop him, but said leisurely: "This couplet was written to our thatched house." ”

"Poof", the grass that was drinking tea vomited, and Wei Zai and Hu Muyuan couldn't help laughing.

"What is it, written for the thatched house?" Zhou Jiuzhang threw it to Zhuang Zisheng in disgust.

Losing face, he also complained: "You have a lot of money, find the shopkeeper Yu to write couplets for your thatched house, and you can make it." ”

"It's not the money that made your family, can you control it?" Zhuang Zisheng spread out and read the couplet again.

"It's not my money, it's always my sister's money, be careful I go back and tell my sister." "Zhou Jiuzhang threatened.

At this time, Zhuang Zisheng had nothing to say, but he also understood the inappropriateness of the couplet, "No, the shopkeeper, how can the thatched house chisel the wall and steal the light." ”

Yu Sheng innocently said, "You can't blame me for this, this is what you asked, saying that you want to write about your hospitality." ”

He pointed to the words, "Look, this is not hospitable enough? ”

"Gotta blame me, blame me. Zhuang Zisheng waved his hand and asked Yu Sheng to write another one, changing the "coming paragraph" to "don't".

Seeing that Yu Sheng waved it, Zhou Jiuzhang said: "Shopkeeper, the New Year will be in four days, you can directly help me write, and I will make up for you with the little money." ”

Afraid that Yu Sheng would not agree, he continued: "Don't worry, if I don't make up the money back, you will transfer my sister to guard the city gate." ”

"Your uncle. When Zhuang Zisheng heard this, he reached out and took out a money voucher from his arms, "Yes, count me unlucky, I helped him out of his share of the money." ”

Zhou Jiuzhang looked like he had known this, and he didn't care that Zhuang Zisheng had just greeted his uncle.

"Yo, so lively?" came the sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and when it was quiet, Bu Ju led Bu Xiaomei in, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Ye Zigao's eyes widened even more, and he wiped his saliva after being kicked by the black girl.

He ignored the murderous gaze behind him, and stepped forward politely, "You two, you're also here to write couplets?"

"Yes, by the way, I sent the Ji Yuncao that Shopkeeper Yu needed. Buju said.

"Really?" Yu Sheng hurriedly put down his pen to check on his Jiyun grass as he glanced through the window to the west.

I don't know if the lotus in the bamboo house pond has withered in this heavy snow, and if not, it can be brewed now.

This thousand-day wine is not like brewing other wines for the rest of your life overnight, it takes a thousand days to make, so one day earlier is one day.

What if the girl drinks a thousand days of wine and is happily ready to make a promise?