There are frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen's wine and meat, in which dynasty there is such a group of poor people, and not everyone is as lucky as Su Wen, I don't know how many nameless corpses will be added in the winter of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

In the southern country, Jiangnan Shizi, who has always called himself a gentleman, can't see this kind of scene, after all, it is a Sven man who has to wear a high-quality brocade with a tight belt of his pants, how can there be a gentleman who does not raise an artist, not to mention an inferior person who is not even as good as an artist, as long as you shout "Master, give some charity!"

The people of the Northern Wei Dynasty can be more direct, who talks to you about those illusory bastards, Lao Tzu himself is not enough to eat, you have hands and feet, you deserve to die, although the fierce folk customs are not as high as the status of the southern country, but it has its own set of three, six, nine, etc., self-reliance here should be the most basic law of survival.

A group of beggars squatted beside the wall of the broken earth temple, the thin linen clothes were ragged and torn, and the messy dust had long been unable to see its original color, forgotten by the world, relying on each other's body temperature to warm each other, but in these three transparent corners, the only thing that cared for them might be the biting wind.

"These people are so pitiful, seven expensive, and the money is brought. Xu was touched by the scene, remembering his own pain at the beginning, as the so-called poor people pity poor people, Su Wen actually squatted in it, regardless of the stench that rushed to the sky.

Hearing this, those beggars who were about to freeze and faint suddenly came to their senses, and looked at the kind-eyed young man in front of them, although their faces were tight, they couldn't wait to be like their ancestors, serving with their mouths, and knocking their heads, if it weren't for the snow covering the ground, they would have to get a pool of blood.

Qigui is not as merciful as the young master, he has seen a lot of this kind of person, he is young and clearly has the strength to make a living, but he wants to make this kind of undignified livelihood, even if he goes to the countryside to farm and move goods at the wharf, there is always a way to live without starvation, in the final analysis, he is still hoping to get something for nothing.

With reluctance on his face, his hand still groped in his arms twice, and he bought the change in exchange for the sugar gourd, and his heart hurt so much, with these few dollars, he could buy four or five white steamed buns.

"Come, these are for you. Su Wen took a few sugar gourds from the straw and handed them over, not everyone thought that a sugar gourd could make a difference in life like him, and more eyes still glanced at the few pennies in Qigui's hand.

Now the young master was unhappy, but it was not because of the group of beggars, but because he felt that Qigui was too stingy, "Why is it just a few pennies, those broken silver?"

The beggar's eyes are straight, he hasn't seen what silver looks like for many years, and he dares to love a living Bodhisattva today!

"Young master, we don't have much money, not to mention this group of guys who are eating and waiting for death, it is already a great gift to give them a few pennies. Qigui hurriedly covered his chest, but in the end, he was defeated after Su Wen's eyes widened, and his arm wrapped around him and took out a broken silver the size of a fingernail from his arms.

When leaving, Su Wen listened to the crying and shouting of gratitude behind him with joy, and unconsciously arrogant, if there were more white paper fans in his hands, it would really be no different from those poor scholars in the south.

"Qigui, do you see it, young master, I have done another good deed. ”

"But young master, this good deed cost us a week's rations, and when we bought sugar gourds just now, you had to pay twice the money, now it's okay, you can only drink rice porridge for half a month. "Qigui has collected the money on his body, it seems that it is really not suitable to come down the mountain today.

Su Wen, who pretended not to hear, shook his head and continued to walk forward, "Okay, young master, I'm tired of walking, it's time to go back, today's adventure is very rewarding, we will come back tomorrow." ”

Fundamentally in his eyes, breaking the world is just walking from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, buying a few strings of sugar gourds, and then giving some beggars, Qigui does not refute this, I wish that my young master would go back quickly, and he will not come again tomorrow, just wandering the rivers and lakes, how can there be a reason for you to go, pay the class money, some truths still have to be learned, and I believe that there will be no fewer teachers who teach this lesson when you go out.

The master and servant surveyed and walked around a corner, and the two sacks came to an overwhelm, and there was no time to withdraw a throat, and the two solid sticks slept worse than a pig.

I don't know what time it will be when I wake up again, Su Wen touched his swollen and sore head, but said excitedly: "Qigui, have we met the robbery mentioned in the book?" ”

I only heard Qigui's screams like killing pigs, and the whole little face drooped down like a deflated ball, "It's over, young master, our money is gone." ”

However, the young master, who was born with few roots and tendons, got up one by one, looked around, but shouted excitedly: "Sure enough, there is a way to steal, you see that the sugar gourd is still there." ”

The first time he broke into the world, in Su Wen's opinion, it was not a failure, but in Qigui's eyes, the whole world was dark.

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Cangzhou, one of the continents of Kyushu, as a military and political core of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the seven-year-old His Royal Highness King Qi was under the influence of Prime Minister Li Jucheng, and an edict was attached to Cangzhou, as one of the three princes of the empire, it was natural to have his own fief, but who did not know that Prime Minister Li Zaixiao, the son of Li Zaixiao, had been operating in Cangzhou for many years, and he had already been an iron plate.

It's nothing more than controlling a puppet emperor, and one more puppet prince, so that Li Jucheng sits in Beijing, Li Zaixiao controls Cangzhou, and half of the four continents of the Northern Wei Dynasty have the surname Li not surnamed Chen.

In the past ten years, the little prince has never returned to Kyoto, and there is no news of him, but the sudden private visit of Weifu a month ago shocked the various county guards in Cangzhou, and they quickly rectified it, after all, Chen Maochuan, the king of Qi, is the only master of Cangzhou.

In the small hill outside the city, the dilapidated house was still bright and ventilated, and the young master Su Wen squatted beside the brazier, shouting that the little servant who had not come back so far, had no money and food to live, Qigui had to go to the hunters again to ask for a way to live, thinking about when he would have to get the money to go to Kyoto, but fortunately, now the young master no longer has to lie in bed, and there is no need to worry about it from time to time.

Although the col is deserted, the pine needle forest is indeed pleasing, the eyes are full of silver and white, but there is a touch of new green here, only to see a rich man dressed in a luxurious brocade fur, with a fiery red fox body wrapped around his neck, walking to enjoy the scenery, the white jade pendant hanging from the waist is actually white over the frost flowers in the sky, it can be seen that the value is remarkable.

Gongzi slowly stopped in front of the wooden house, the comfort on his face was a little restrained, he had seen more carved beams and paintings, he was resplendent and splendid, this trip saw the green tiles of the wooden houses of ordinary people, and it was the first time that such a simple living room was really the first time.

"It is my fault that I could not imagine that there are such poor people in my fiefdom. ”

"Bell, bell, bell. ”

He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door that seemed to be able to be removed with a little effort, and asked softly, "Is there anyone in the house?"

The young man who opened the door looked at the son outside the house, but his face was not very good-looking, and he scolded in his mouth, "I thought it was Qigui who came back, and he had no money to give, get out." After that, it was unreasonable to slam the door shut, and the poor guy who was already crumbling to the wind was hit like this, and the snow on the roof fell completely.

The rich boy with a frozen face didn't even have time to say a few more words, so he ate a closed door, and it was such a blunt closed door, especially the last sentence of no money to give, and the fresh and refined rolling word, the mud bodhisattva still has three points of anger, not to mention that the whole Cangzhou can't find a character who dares to speak loudly to him.

Childe, who was holding back his anger, knocked on the wooden door again, and it was still the angry teenager who opened the door, but this time Childe had already prepared, and at the moment when the other party was about to close the door, a silver ingot was stuck in the crack of the door.

After traveling for a month, he finally understood what it means to be rich and silver, and the poor are also gold, and he has not yet encountered something that silver can't solve.

Sure enough, the other party's movements came to an abrupt end, and the smile that had been prepared on Childe's face showed a long time ago, but unfortunately before the smile bloomed, it solidified again, and the door closed again, the only difference was that the silver in his hand was gone.

"Diao Min. ”

The gentle son finally got angry, shouted, slapped his palm on the wooden door, and the strange force was forced out from the palm, and the wooden door was torn apart with a bang, and the sharp fluctuations that gathered in the air rolled up the frost and snow all over the sky and poured into the house, so that the young man by the brazier jumped up with a roar.

"You, what do you want to do!"

Diao Min kicked the brazier that had been filled with wind and snow under his feet, and looked at the rich boy who came from outside the house with some horror on his face, but the next sentence almost made the other party's elegant figure flash.

"Thirty taels of doors, compensate me. ”

The boy whose face was darker than the bottom of the pot stepped on the ground again, and the strange picture reappeared, and the footprints on the ground were concave three or four inches deep.

"You may be seated. ”

The turn, which was faster than turning a book, was deduced by him, so that the other party's fire that had finally been saved to the limit poured down his ass on the only eye-catching small bamboo chair in the entire wooden house.

At this time, Qigui came back, and he saw the door wide open, and seemed to have forgotten the existence of the wind-blocking guy, and when he entered the house, he saw the rich boy sitting in the middle of the house, and immediately threw away the pheasant in his hand, and drank in the same tone as the Diao Min, "Who are you! Who allowed you to sit on my stool." ”

No matter how good-tempered the boy was, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but fortunately, Diao Min's reaction was fast enough, and he stepped over with an arrow, and Qigui didn't have time to praise how the young master acted so neatly today, and was pulled out of the house by an elbow.

When they came back, the smiles on the faces of the two were brighter than the flowers that bloomed at the beginning of spring, and their eyes were about to squint, the rich boy sat down, full of nobility, coughed lightly, and was about to take out the tone that he usually called people, Su Wen had already stood in front of him with a cup of tea.

It's a pity that the tea hasn't wet his lips yet, and the black stick behind him has already come down, and his Royal Highness King Qi, who has been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, has turned over the gutter in the hands of these two thin Diao people.

"Young master, why did you tell me to knock him out. ”

"Hehe, I want to eat sugar gourds. ”