Chapter 2 Wei Jiachong

When night fell, it was pitch black at Wei Jiachong, and only an oil lamp was still stubbornly flickering on and off. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wei Laosan sat curled up at the low table, sighing for a long time, his eyebrows almost twisted into hemp rope. His wife looked at her man worriedly, and said to the young man sitting on the other side: "Seventeen Lang, you have been studying for a few years, you are more reasonable than us, you can help my old man get an idea." ”

Seventeen Lang smiled and grabbed a few fried beans from the table and threw them into his mouth, chewing them rattling: "If you want me to say, I still took it to the back of the mountain and slaughtered it with a knife, and there is no trouble." ”

Wei Laosan waved his hand together: "No, no, so many people saw us carry him home, if something goes wrong, our family can't afford it." ”

Seventeen Lang seemed to have expected them to say this, a trace of contempt appeared on his lips, but he immediately smiled: "Since this is the case, then the only way to just throw him outside after healing his injuries, anyway, this person's origin is unknown, and his head doesn't look very clear, so he shouldn't be willing to blackmail." ”

At this time, Qiuming, who was not sober and unconscious, was leaning on the broken couch and staring at the two children staring at him in front of him, and his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Nanyang County of the Three Kingdoms, he actually came to the era of the Three Kingdoms, and it was also the era when the Yellow Turban burned down the Changshe in the early days, thinking of the five battles and six battles and seven scum in the game, the corners of Qiuming's mouth couldn't help but show a mysterious smile.

The young Wei Doudou's heart was a little hairy, and he pulled the corner of his sister Wei Miaomiao's clothes: "Sister, you see him smiling so weirdly, I'm so scared." ”

Wei Miaomiao herself is a girl, it should be said that Qiu Ming's lewd smile shocked her even more, but she immediately stabilized her mind, secretly grabbed her brother's hand and said: "You are so unreasonable, you chased us in front of you to ask questions, and now you don't speak like a stuffy gourd." I ask you, who are you? How did it get to us? ”

One sentence asked Qiu Ming in a trance again. Who are you? Is that lonely and useless brick-moving wire really illusory? How did you end up here? Could it be that there is a providence in the dark, and the wheel of history has begun to slowly turn again? Thinking of the countless drunken beauties in those YY novels who woke up on their knees and held the power of the world, Qiu Ming was a little stupid again.

It wasn't until Wei Miaomiao's fist was almost raised that Qiu Ming said leisurely: "My name is Qiu Ming, and I don't know how I came here." ”

Autumn? Or mound? Either way, it doesn't look like a high-ranking family. Wei Laosan and his wife, who had been listening with their ears pricked up outside, and Seventeen Lang were relieved, and Seventeen Lang simply raised the curtain and said, "I don't want to know how you came here, I just want to know, what are your plans in the future?" ”

Qiu Ming took a long breath: "The eldest husband was born in troubled times, and he should carry a three-foot sword and make a name for himself." ”

"Shut up," Seventeen Lang changed his complexion: "Look at your young age, you actually rebelled against the Yellow Turban, and then you are going to say that the sky is dead and the Yellow Sky should stand or something?" Third uncle and third aunt, this guy is always a scourge to keep, if you don't dare to do that, let's send it away quickly. ”

In the next few days, Wei Laosan ran to the Qiuming couch from time to time, and reminded him to leave quickly when he was injured.

Who is Tyumen? Although it has not been a few years since he graduated, a face has long been tempered and poisoned, and it is as if he has not heard Wei Laosan's explicit hints. However, if you can avoid the old one, you can't avoid the small one, Qiu Ming was entangled by the two sisters and brothers several times and had a headache and brain swelling, but fortunately he had an idea, and took out the posture of coaxing the old man in the past as a health care product sales, and told them various stories.

Under the gourd vine, Wei Miaomiao raised her head with tears in her eyes and said, "The white lady is so pitiful, won't anyone go to Leifeng Tower to save her?" ”

"Well, of course, eighteen years later......" Qiu Ming was about to continue, Wei Doudou pouted dissatisfiedly: "Sister, you've listened to it for a long time, it's my turn next, right?" Brother Qiu, I want to listen to Sun Wukong fight the White Bone Spirit and Yue Fei to pick King Xiaoliang with a gun. ”

Qiu Ming was dragged around by one of them, begging for mercy: "Don't pull it, if you pull it again, I'll fall apart, in fact, these storybooks are all there, you can go to read the book." ”

"Books?" The two siblings said together: "But we can't read." Only then did Tyumen remember that in such an era, except for wealthy families, how could ordinary people have the opportunity to read and write.

was sighing, Miao Miao said again: "The only one we have read and know how to read here is Brother Seventeen, but he can't say anything other than reciting a few words of the white rabbit, and he can't tell stories at all." ”

Doudou said: "Is there really a story in the book?" The second uncle carried back a box full of books from the pile of dead people a while ago, but even Seventeen Lang couldn't read the words on it, why don't I show it to you? ”

Before Qiu Ming could say anything, Doudou had already rushed away, and after a while, he took a thick book, handed it to Qiu Ming happily, and said, "Brother Qiu, what kind of story is written in this book?" ”

Qiu Ming took it easily, but he didn't expect his hand to sink and almost drop the book to the ground. His face turned red, he didn't expect this scroll-like thick book to be so heavy, and he didn't expect a thin teenager like Doudou to have so much strength.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Tyumen hurriedly opened the book and buried his head in the thick pages. But after a while, his face turned even redder, and he flew away full of dragons and snakes, and he couldn't recognize a word. When I was learning calligraphy, the teacher also said that the Han Dynasty was a heavy official book, by the way, which word here is the official book? Qiu Ming faintly felt that most of his training registration fee was fed to the white-eyed wolf.

Doudou saw Qiu Ming's unrelieved look, and he also leaned over to look left and right: "Brother Qiu, what is written on this?" ”

Qiu Ming smiled and said: "Ah, judging from the cover, this book is called the Analects, which is about a thinker, politician, and writer named Kong Qiu during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, ......" Doudou hurriedly shouted: "I know, it's still an old man, haha." ”

Miao Miao frowned and said, "Analects? It's two words, but there are obviously three words on this book. ”

Qiu Ming waved his hand and said: "You don't understand, this person who writes books takes money according to the number of words, and the more words he makes, the more he earns, so some unscrupulous guys deliberately drag the number of words and write two words as three words." Believe me, this book is the Analects, yes. ”

Doudou said: "Whatever, Brother Qiu, you can tell us the story of the Analects." ”

"Okay, Confucius traveled east, see two children ......"