In order to survive, it is difficult for two lives!

It was pouring rain, Zhao Ming touched his aching brain and opened his eyes, glanced at the unchanged classical and old scenery in the room, and then looked at the rain outside the window, and let out a sigh.

The wooden door with broken window paper was suddenly pushed open, and a figure walked in in a little hurry, with a worried look on the delicate face, and when he saw that Zhao Ming was okay on the bed, he exhaled slightly.

"Young master, why don't I close the window, your body is still sick, you can't get cold like this."

"Xiaolian, I'm not sick, I'm a little messed up...... How did I end up here? Zhao Ming sighed, the two memories in his mind that had been holding him up were finally reconciled, but for him, this reality was cruel and absurd, and it turned out to be crossed!

"You're talking nonsense again...... If it goes on like this, the slave really can't stand it, if you don't cheer up again, our Zhao family is really finished. Xiaolian said, her eyes were immediately full of tears, and the appearance of crying was pitiful.

"Alas...... Don't cry. I can't see a woman crying the most, so let me sit down and talk to me about the outside world, and I'll just calm down. Zhao Ming sat on the head of the bed and smiled helplessly.

Xiaolian broke into tears and showed her face, and then spoke softly......

After all, a maid's expression ability is not strong, but Zhao Ming's comprehension ability is good, and he finally understands some of the situation from her expression.

That is, he crossed! This is the Great Song Dynasty, and here is a small town near Bianliang, named Jinjiang Town, and he is a down-and-out young master in Jinjiang Town, Zhao Ming.

Although the same surname is Zhao, he and the emperor Zhao of the emperor actually have no blood relationship, on the contrary...... He's in a bad situation.

Zhao Ming's father, Zhao Yang, lost all his family fortune in the first two years of gambling and ended up hanging himself. But the young master is not this young master...... That is, the young master before still went to the Qinglou to find a familiar girl after losing his family, but that day, in addition to being ridiculed, he was thrown downstairs in the wind, and then ...... Zhao Ming guessed that the old young master died at that time, right?

"Xiaolian, do we still have any money?" Zhao Ming asked.

Xiaolian frowned, and sighed with a somewhat embarrassed face: "Young master, our family has no money...... I have always had no money, if it weren't for me making some money in Huanyi over there in Ningfu during this time, this day would ...... I really can't get by. As she spoke, her eyes turned red again, she was wronged, but she was worried that the young master would make an old mistake.

Zhao Ming stretched out his hand and touched a teardrop on Xiaolian's cheek and sighed that for survival, it is difficult for two lives!

"If it's gone, it's gone, I'll find a way to earn it back, so that you won't suffer anymore...... Don't cry now, or outsiders will hear it or think that I, the unscrupulous young master, are bullying the little maid. ”

Xiaolian's cheeks were a little hot, and her eyelashes were especially wet and wet Looking at the young master with a soft expression in front of her, she felt something different, but she couldn't tell what the difference was, she just smiled, and then got up and said, "I'll go get you something to eat..."

After a while, the slender maid Xiaolian came in with a bowl of porridge with a weak taste, Zhao Ming drank it in a few sips, and then inadvertently saw that Xiaolian's throat had a detail of swallowing saliva, and suddenly said suspiciously: "Go and serve another bowl!" ”

"Oh......" Xiaolian got up and went out, but when she came back, there were not as many bowls in the bowl as before.

"You drink!" Zhao Ming said calmly.

Xiaolian was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook her head with a smile and said, "I have drunk it before, and now my stomach is still holding up......"

Zhao Ming suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Silly girl, are you really stupid as a young master?" Whether you drink it or not, of course I can see it, drink it in front of me now, it's not good for you to starve when you're growing up. ”

Xiaolian's tears suddenly welled up again, and she didn't know whether she felt pity or grievance, and for a while she seemed to be crying uncontrollably.

Zhao Ming persuaded a few words, but she cried even more, until Zhao Ming was a little at a loss, Xiaolian looked at Zhao Ming with a smile and cried: "Young master, you seem to have changed a little, you didn't have to talk to me in this tone before." I'm so glad you're here now! ”

"Alas! I thought I was going to cry like this all the time, but since I don't cry anymore, hurry up and drink porridge, I'm going to ask you something when I'm done! Zhao Ming picked up the porridge bowl, took a spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge to Xiaolian's lips.

"This is not ...... Hmm..."Xiaolian just wanted to refuse, but was suddenly blocked by a mouthful of porridge sent in, and she could only swallow it with a shy red face.

"Slave... Slave himself! After Xiaolian drank this mouthful, she quickly took the porridge bowl with a red face and turned her face slightly to eat, but she was really hungry, Rao is she deliberately slowed down, but after all, it was a liquid food, and a bowl of uneven porridge quickly fell into the stomach.

"It's really full!" Xiaolian was afraid that Zhao Ming would let her serve porridge again, so she deliberately burped a little to prove it.

Zhao Ming smiled and said, "Since you are full, then I will ask you something, and you can tell me well!" ”

"Oh, young master, what do you want to ask?" Xiaolian asked as she put the bowl on the table with a slightly red cheek.

"Who threw me down from the upper floor, I don't remember exactly......" Zhao Ming asked with a frown and touched his head.

"It's the second young master of the Wang family, hum! It's also a little too much, at that time, the slaves were in order to survive, and the two lives were in difficulty!

They were all terrified and thought ...... I thought..."Xiaolian remembered the scene when Zhao Ming was sent back by a few unrelated people, her face was a little pale, it was the first time she had seen the young master shed so much blood.

"The Wang family? Wang Shimin? The memory in Zhao Ming's mind was churning, and it didn't take long for him to think of this character and the huge details of the Wang family, and he couldn't help frowning a little.

"Yes, it's this second king." Xiaolian nodded in response.

"Oh..."Zhao Ming touched his smooth chin and was silent for a while, and then asked, "How many rice shops are there in our town?" ”

"Young Master, are you going to buy rice? It's good to let the slave do this kind of thing......" Xiaolian said with a feverish face, her eyes slightly dodging.

"Hehe, don't lie to me, you girl! If you had money, would you still give me porridge? I just want to make some money, so ask these questions! ”

"Young Master, don't you think about it...... Rob the rice shop, right? It's not going to work! Xiaolian stared at Zhao Ming with a frightened face and said, grabbing Zhao Ming's sleeves tightly with both hands, for fear that he would go astray for a while.

Zhao Ming looked at the innocent and innocent little girl in front of him with a smile and said: "Don't think nonsense, young master, I'm a scholar anyway, and I can't do that guy to rob the house!" ”

Xiaolian blushed and muttered something, her tone was vague, probably not believing Zhao Ming, grabbing his sleeve and not daring to let go, but slowly talking about the rice line in the town. There are three rice shops in Jinjiang Town, the largest of which is a branch opened by Cai Liang, a big businessman from Bianzhou, while one of the other two is run by the local wealthy Zhou Benkun, and the other is run by the Wang Er family who left Zhao Ming downstairs before and another wealthy Su family...... In general, the best business is Cai's rice shop, and the worst is Zhou Benkun's shop.

Zhao Ming asked roughly, and then said, "Okay, let's go find this Master Zhou Benkun in the evening." ”

"Huh? Master...... Here, we go to find people, where will they see us? Xiaolian said with some concern, thinking that the young master said that he would not rob, should he want to go to the door to ask for food? That's going to be beaten out!

PS1: (Bubble up to prove I'm alive!) Throw out the first chapter of a new book you recently wrote, do you think this is the right start? If it works, then I'll continue to send ...... It's important, I need your voices! ）

PS2: (After the side and the ending of Tanhua, I will send it out together when the new book is updated, and it will be an end and a new beginning!) ）

PS3: (I've been working hard to write a good book, so I've been looking up other people's books lately, but I still don't feel like I'm enough, so for now, I'm still in a state of hesitation.) ）

PS4: (I really want to write a book, and I really want to read my book.) There is joy in the book to survive, and two lives are in dilemma!

Interesting, this is a process, and for a while after writing Tanhua, I felt frustrated for a while, because I didn't write this story well, but I had laughter and gratitude! ）

ps5: (Thank you to some friends who are still reading the book after finishing the book, in fact, I have always wanted to open a single chapter to thank those friends who supported Tanhua before, but until now it has been fruitless, I look forward to ...... There will be a chance! Chapter 1: Exploring the Flower Lang in the Bright Moon Building!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!

In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...

months later.

Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.

"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”

Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.

"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”

"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."

"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"

"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.

"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.

"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."

"Say..."

Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.

"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Quiet!

By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”

"yes, what a word!"

"Good words,

(Tianjin)