The wind and snow are like the same, wrapping Beijing, the ancient imperial capital, tightly wrapping it, cutting off the road and leaving no trace of pedestrians, even the original bustling imperial capital city gate cave.

The head of the soldier who shrank in the hidden kiln at the city gate, surrounded the poor little brazier, muttered and complained that his boss bullied people, this ghost weather, but he wanted to hide in his own house, shrink on the kang, and drink some hot porridge with his wife, drink wind and snow here, and find a few businessmen who enter and exit the city gate to make some trouble. Also, it's all such a snowstorm, which businessman with a cramp in his head didn't hide in the inn, but ran out to suffer?

"Look, then Lu Xiucai is going to enter the city again." An equally unlucky little soldier glanced out boredly, and saw Lu Hanqiang staggering in the wind and snow with a cloth bag under his arm, so he casually muttered to his brothers. "But in the past, it was sunset, and I was afraid that I would lose face if I was seen, but today it is early."

The old soldier who was complaining turned his head to look at Lu Hanqiang, who was getting closer and closer, he didn't even bother to move his buttocks, leaned against the brazier, and sighed: "Alas, it's not the wind and snow, it's hard to come to the broken temple, how can the family survive, but it's a pity that a showman has fallen into such a field." is also a poor person, when they enter the city in this weather, where can they still find leftover vegetable leaves to fill their stomachs in the vegetable market? Shaking his head helplessly, imagining the misery of this Xiucai and the family in the broken temple, this veteran stretched out his hand on the brazier, roasted it over and over again, and then instructed a few brothers around him: "Let's eat one less bite for lunch, I can't give him a little to save his life." ”

Everyone was reluctant to give up the veteran's proposal, although everyone was a soldier in this imperial capital, it was regarded as a forbidden army in the capital, and the treatment was a few levels better than that of the border army or the guards. But the so-called level is just that he can wait for some wild food to mix with the family and immortal, the boy in the middle, his wife relies on the half-closed door to supplement the family, thinking about the rich salary and money on the name? Dream on, that was decades ago.

But look at the poor Xiucai who came from a staggering position, so everyone stopped talking and continued to be sleepy.

When the veteran waited for Lu Hanqiang to arrive at the door of the cave and the kiln, he still politely said hello, and then advised: "Xiucaigong, I don't know when the snow will stop, and there is no one in the market, I still have some lunch here, why don't Xiucaigong take some first, and then return it to me later." ”

These words were said by taking care of the face of this still somewhat stylish talent, but they were synonymous with charity.

Lu Hanqiang was walking alone in the snowstorm, just entered the city gate cave, suddenly heard someone greet him like this, so he stopped, and saw several old and weak soldiers shrinking in the hidden soldier cave at the city gate, one of the men was talking to himself, and he was very moved. That's it, if it's the original showman, just this meal, I can't say that I can survive for a while, but now I don't need it, because I have already thought of a way to survive, but I am still deeply grateful for this brother's help, sincerely bow and hug my fists, and thank you with a smile: "Thank you, big brother, but now I am going to the city to find a life, and a meal should still be solved." ”

The veteran couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, raised his head and looked at Lu Hanqiang officially, and felt that today's Xiucai Gong seemed to be different from yesterday's Xiucai Gongda.

Xiucai's robe is still as eclectic as before, but at this time, there is no dragging, those drooping strips of cloth have been carefully cut, and the exposed holes have also been carefully sewn, and a belt is tied with cut strips of cloth around the waist, so that the whole person becomes neat.

The most important thing is that the back that was always rickety is upright at this time, even in this snowstorm, it is still upright, and the gray and depressed face in the past, as well as cowering, is now replaced by a kind of self-confidence, and the face is full of faint smiles. And the look of disdain for his own martial arts has always been gone, and what is written on that originally handsome face is open-mindedness and gratitude for human affection, yes, gratitude.

Being grateful by a Xiucai Gong made the veteran a little flattered, although this was a Xiucai Gong who had become a beggar.

The veteran hurriedly stood up and hurriedly returned the salute, but he didn't dare to say again and again. Looking at the heavy snow again, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What Xiucai Gong said is that where there are more than a dozen people, people may starve to death, but at the feet of this day, millions of people, if you really do it, it will be difficult to starve to death." ”

Lu Hanqiang smiled again and arched his hand: "What the old brother said is true. Looking at his own outfit again, he couldn't help laughing and said: "In the past, I was just dedicated to studying, and I wanted to make a name for myself with a belly of knowledge, but I didn't want to be blindly sour and rotten, but I couldn't protect the family. ”

Lu Hanqiang This is the truth, isn't "himself" already starving to death, and is he really a human being in two lives?

Lu Hanqiang's words, try to imitate the ancients half-literate and half-white, the old soldier can't read big words, and he can also hear a cloud and mountain fog, quite embarrassed, just hehe smiled and didn't know what to say, Lu Hanqiang gave his hand again: "Thank you brother for taking care of me, I'll go into the city now, when these useless books look for a place to live, when my condition improves, I will come back to find my brother to drink." He smiled and strode away.

The veteran looked at Lu Hanqiang who was walking away, and couldn't help scratching his head to look left and right, muttering full of doubts: "Am I dreaming?" Am I looking at the wrong person? ”

The little soldier stood beside him and reminded him with an envious face: "But it's not a dream, Xiucai Gong really said that he would invite you to drink in the future." ”

"Hehe, hehe, it's a great blessing to be able to drink with Xiucaigong." But think about it, even the down-and-out Xiucai is also a Xiucai, that is a literati, and it is really a world of difference between himself and this pickled military man, but when I think about it, this Ming Dynasty, which emphasizes literature and light on martial arts, simply looks down on such pickled military men like himself, thinking that Xiucai is just casually polite, "As long as there is Xiucaigong, this sentence is contentment." Looking at Lu Hanqiang's figure gradually disappearing into the empty and flying snow, he said in a low voice: "Bodhisattva bless, Xiucai can change his fate." ”

When Lu Hanqiang first entered the capital of the Ming Dynasty, he was shocked by his vast majesty, and he was full of novelty.

Walking from Yongding Gate to the north, passing through the Xiannong Altar and the Temple of Heaven, looking at the magnificent buildings in the wind and snow, adding a kind of solemnity and sacredness, standing in front of them, Lu Hanqiang can feel the righteousness of heaven and earth, and feel the insignificance of people.

Watching this piece of snow like goose feathers slowly falling from the sky, accompanied by the west wind rolling and beating in mid-air, and then falling quietly on the ground, covering the footprints that had just been stepped on by pedestrians, a poem that he had read since childhood suddenly jumped into Lu Hanqiang's mind, and at this time, he saw the scene and naturally groaned: "One by one, flying into the quagmire; "Lu Hanqiang, who just wanted to sing the last sentence out, suddenly realized that he was almost scared into a cold sweat, this is a revolutionary poem, the last sentence is "The color of the rivers and mountains will change", such a poem is anti-poetry in this era, and he sings it out like this, isn't this looking for death?,......

But this "finally changed the color of the rivers and mountains" constantly impacted his heart, making his heart beat at high speed in the strongest rhythm. The thousand-year-old imperial capital, I am here, I am finally going to become a member of this imperial capital, I can stand here, face even if it is only one step away, I can proudly, and say loudly: "I am from Beijing." ”

If you want to become a real Beijinger, the first thing you need to do is to settle down in Beijing and take a stable root.

Pack up your mind and continue to walk along the street, it is the most prosperous business district in the capital, Dashilar, the east and west glaze factory is here, but this way to walk over, I am afraid that there are more than ten miles of road, although the street is very good, but it is still not as good as usual, this road while walking and seeing, almost used up his time in the morning. After all, it was at the foot of the Son of Heaven at that time, and most of the Dashilar shops were open even at this time, and there were many pedestrians in a hurry along the street.

Looking at a shop, the door curtain is low, but there is still a burst of heat there, obviously still doing business, indeed, this weather, is the lack of livelihood, the lack of tomorrow chewed the suffering of the poor, pawn the only belongings is already their last choice, therefore, at this time, the shop will be prosperous, can make a small fortune, do this business, how can they be willing to lose such a good opportunity? Although it snowed heavily, there were still a lot of pedestrians on the streets.

Walking on the street, Lu Hanqiang still attracted the attention of many people. After all, it is still more eye-catching for a person wearing a signature showman costume to walk to the pawnshop, but Lu Hanqiang himself doesn't mind this.

Seeing that there was a ragged man, after coming out of the pawnshop with his neck bent and running directly to the rice shop, Lu Hanqiang checked the schoolbag under his armpit, and after a slight hesitation, he stepped up the steps and opened the heavy door curtain.

As soon as the curtain opened, a wave of heat rushed to his face, which shocked Lu Hanqiang's spirits, and his waist couldn't help but straighten.

Sitting behind the door, after completing a small business, Xiao Er, who was just about to rest his legs, jumped up like a spring on his legs, and bowed down with a voice: "Here you are, inside——。 However, when he saw the person clearly, he was immediately deflated.

Lu Xiucai he knew, he was a frequent visitor, he was poor and had no long things, and the oil and water around him that should have been squeezed dry had already been squeezed out, this time he came, it must be a trivial small business, it was a pity that he was so angry. What's more, this poor sour not only has a strange temper, but also speaks harshly, and from time to time he is robbed of his whiteness for a while, scolding himself for not wearing dirty words, and making himself always suffer this dumb loss in vain.

However, although Xiucai is poor, but his identity is not kneeling when he sees the county master, and it is definitely not a person like himself who can be rude to him.

Lu Hanqiang was really startled by that voice at first, thinking that he had stepped on the cat's tail, but then he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw Xiao Er's stupid look, it seems that with the poor and sour feeling in his previous life, he went to the old place again, and for Xiao Er, who already knows the roots, it is already magnanimous to be able to give himself a little smile.

"Haha, the second brother is invited." Lu Hanqiang still smiled and bowed to the little two, then handed over the burden under his armpit, and said with a smile: "This time it's all the family's money, and I ask my brother to give a price." ”

This time, Xiucai Gong put down his body and looked at himself with a smile, which made the little second couldn't help but be surprised, why, how did this poor and smelly poor sour change his sex?

Well, as the saying goes, raise your hand and don't hit the smiling person, since he has given up his body with a poor sour, he can't be too much, so he stood up again, lazily took Lu Hanqiang's cloth bag, and habitually asked: "Is it alive or dead?" ”

"This time it's a dead deal." Lu Hanqiang smiled.

The little second opened the cloth bag, but it was a stack of clean books, he was stunned, looked at a poor sour who loved books in surprise, and asked deliciously: "Xiucaigong, do you really want to kill your baby this time?" ”

This can't help but Xiao Er is not surprised, firstly, this poor sour, even if he starves to death, he will never sell the books in his hands, secondly, even if the printing technology of the Ming Dynasty is now mature, but this book is still very precious, and it is not something that the average poor can afford, especially in this stack of books, there are a few rare books that the owner of the store has long been worried about, and the value is absolutely expensive, how can he bear it this time? And it's still dead.

Seeing Xiao Er's doubts, Lu Hanqiang smiled faintly and said: "Some things outside the body, go and come back, life is the king." ”

Looking at Xiao Er's puzzled look, Lu Hanqiang said in his heart, I already have a way to survive, so I bid farewell to this poor sour and see how I live in a dignified manner.