Changle Floating Life

He said he wanted to pass on the sword, and the next day he gave Ye Jianqing a dark black iron sword.Except for the heavy hand, there was nothing special about the sword, and the blade was blunt. Ye Jianqing didn't look good when he swung it, so he was a little disappointed.He likes swords that are bright and sharp.

Gu Su saw the clue, and said: "You will be much more chic when you practice to lift weights as lightly as possible. Aren't you looking for Gu Tingrang's revenge? With Master Xie's sword, you don't need to go to him, he will come to you .” As he spoke, he picked up a branch from the ground and showed him a set of sword skills.

Ye Jianqing was a little embarrassed when he heard this.He also stayed with this person for more than a month. Gu Su's bones are full of indifference, like clear water clarified by alum.He doesn't look at you most of the day, and once in a while, you feel that he doesn't see you at all.Be neither distant nor close to others.It is clearly the body of a ten-year-old child, but there is a vicissitudes in the air, and the feeling that life is like a dream.

Gu Su still practiced the fast sword once, demonstrated the slow one again, and then went to herd the cattle.

It turns out that it's not just the princess grandma, but their Snow Mountain School disciples are all unreliable in the same line.Fortunately, Ye Jianqing was smart and had a good memory. After thinking about it on his own, he practiced decently after a few days.

Ye Jianqing chopped firewood this day and piled the firewood in the kitchen when he suddenly heard a slight movement in the yard.He looked up quietly, and at some point on the bamboo fence, a long-tailed pheasant flew over, dragging long feathers, colorful.He was overjoyed, and slowly squatted down, picked up a lump of mud on the ground, and punched it out.The pheasant fell from the fence and struggled on the ground.Ye Jianqing rushed out, lifted it upside down, and shook its feet.When Gu Su came back in the evening, he smelled the aroma in the kitchen. Ye Jianqing just came out with a pot in his hand, his face was black and ashen, but he said beamingly: "Master, I'll treat you to some wild game."

Gu Su glanced at his hand, and said calmly: "Where did you get the pheasant? I don't eat meat, so you can eat it by yourself." After saying that, he went into the house to tie the ox.It's not an exaggeration to say that he absorbs wind and drinks dew, and doesn't eat five grains. He eats very little. If it wasn't for Ye Jianqing's sake, he probably wouldn't even be able to cook.

Ye Jianqing stuck out her tongue and said in her heart, what a fake fairy who doesn't eat the world's fireworks, wants to greedy you!Then swaggered the pot into the house, sat on the ground and chewed.He is completely clueless about cooking, but he has eaten grilled chicken and grilled fish many times.At that time, he and Yuan Shangqiu, Zhao Nanxing and a bunch of dandies often went out for picnics, and they roasted pheasant and hares on the spot, which is a skill that they are very familiar with.Like today's pheasant, after killing and bleeding, the hair is pulled out, cleaned, marinated with salt and garlic, then wrapped in yellow mud, and baked in the stove.After taking it out, peel off the mud and skin together to reveal the meat inside, which is fragrant and hot.

Ye Jianqing ate "tsk tsk" on purpose, with his hands and mouth full of oil.Gu Su only cared about cleaning the gadfly and mosquitoes from the cow, his face tense.

Ye Jianqing came from the family of Zhongming Dingshi, and he had always had exquisite food and drink. Even when he was liberated from thousands of miles away, when he was in shackles, the food he ate was also carefully selected. Pei Zhaoye never treated him badly.But after being brought out by San Guangying, Ye Jianqing really lost his taste in food.I've eaten rotten noodles, stinky dried meat, and drank millet porridge and wild vegetable soup. I haven't touched any meat in Gu Su's place for more than a month, and a bird is about to fade out of my mouth!

Once he got the taste, he didn't know how to restrain himself.Every day after practicing kung fu and chopping firewood, I went to the woods to catch some unlucky mountain birds and flat-haired animals.Today a grouse, tomorrow a rabbit, and the day after that a wild deer.I don't know if it's because the smell of blood is too strong, but gradually, even Gu Su doesn't go into the kitchen much, and he is happy and at ease, learning his skills without a teacher, and getting more and more refined.

When Gu Su came home one day, he saw him drinking some kind of soup on the ground, with a layer of oil floating on the pot surface, he frowned unconsciously.Ye Jianqing didn't care when he saw him, and just said: "Uncle Shi, the salt in the kitchen is used up."

Gu Su was taken aback for a moment, and said, "When I first came here, I saw that the salt in the kitchen could last for half a year." It's only been two months, how come it's been eaten up?Ye Jianqing removed the big bones in the pot, shook his head and said, "No more, no more."

Gu Su understood after thinking about it.He roasted wild game and drank chicken soup every day. Naturally, the amount of salt was larger than that of cooking millet porridge and wild vegetable soup. He didn't know how to measure it. If there was too much salt, he would rinse it with water, or just shake it on the ground. The waste was more than what was eaten. need more.Gu Su looked at the scratches on the dirt wall, and said, "On the fifteenth day of this month, there is a market at the foot of the mountain. Let's buy some mountain products and exchange them for salt and rice. Bear with it for a few days."

Ye Jianqing raised his head and said "Hey", thinking that you are the head of a sect, the leader of the old Changchun, why don't you even have some spare money in your hands, and you still have to go to work as a coolie and barter?I couldn't help but despise this shabby Snow Mountain School again.

Who can imagine a day without salt?It looked like there were seven or eight days before the fifteenth day. The first two days were fine, but on the third and fourth day, Ye Jianqing felt that his legs became weak, and he couldn't even swing the stone ax so neatly.He went to hunt wild game to eat, because there was no salt, the roasted squirrel meat was hard to swallow, and the soup made from it was so fishy that it made people want to vomit.After a few days of hard work, when it was time to go to the market, he packed up the load early on, which contained pheasants, rabbits, and a small roe deer.

It is said that it is a market, but it is only half of an earthen street, standing on one end can see the other end.There are some small stalls of yams, wild vegetables, and cloth utensils, all of which are old and dusty, and more people sell them than see them.The first few stalls have the burden of selling oil and salt.This village is too small, and the nearest salt shop is still tens of miles away. The salt to be eaten is picked up by the salt dealer and transported here. Of course, the price of salt is more expensive than platinum.

Ye Jianqing was carrying the burden, Gu Su followed behind him, both of them changed their faces, they looked like a pair of little country brothers.Because of the unfamiliar face, it attracted the attention of many people in this village.Ye Jianqing was very excited, even though these people were unkempt and ugly, they looked more kind and lovely than the ghost sect leader next to him.

Someone waved at them, he was dressed as a businessman, and there was a pile of medicinal materials and dried furs on the stall in front of him.Ye Jianqing walked over, the man looked at their burden, it turned out to be a harvester.I just heard him ask: "How much do you want?"

Ye Jianqing said back, "You make an offer."

The man pretended to be very straightforward: "I, Xu Laosan, have always done business without deception. Let's make a round number, five hundred Wen."

Ye Jianqing was stunned.He was used to being extravagant, and thought to himself how this load was so heavy, how could it be worth such a small amount of money.Gu Su tugged at his sleeve beside him.Ye Jianqing understood, and said, "It's too little, you can add more."

The man's triangular eyes shot out, and he had seen Gu Su's little action just now, so he smiled all over his face: "What a good little brother, the brothers are really beautiful. Are you hunters in the mountains? Why have I never seen you?" He looked at Gu Su with round eyes, like a cat, very cute, bent down and reached out to touch Gu Su's cheek.

"Your hands will rot." Ye Jianqing didn't have time to stop his claws.Unexpectedly, Gu Su let him touch him without saying a word, and hid behind Ye Jianqing slightly as if shy.Ye Jianqing was secretly surprised, and said: "We are the nephews of the Orion Thirty on the mountain. Thirty is away, and we are here to look after his house."

The man suddenly realized: "It turns out that they are relatives of the old man, and they are all acquaintances. Then count it as [-] yuan for you." He had already seen it just now, and the two brothers were the same as the old man. The living ones don't have a trace of scars on their bodies, so they can be sold for a good price.

Ye Jianqing turned to look at Gu Su, but Gu Su didn't speak, Ye Jianqing made a gesture to take the burden and leave: "Well, let's turn around and come back."

The man became anxious, and hurriedly stopped them, and added Guanguan money ([-] Wen) with great grief: "There is no such price in this collection. Really, it is enough to buy two buckets of salt."

The two parties made it clear that Gu Su was going back to the street to buy salt and rice, but Ye Jianqing's feet took root and he stopped moving.Gu Su followed his eyes and saw that there was a stationery shop open on the street, with a couplet posted on it, "Business is three spring grasses, and the source of wealth is flowers after the rain".The store is small but substantial, with a cabinet of the Four Treasures of the Study and a cabinet of almanac copybooks. At one of the counters, there is a signboard "Ghost Writer's Letter" next to it, and a thin man wearing a square scarf is sitting.Looking up and seeing the two dressed like this, he asked attentively, "Are the two little brothers going to write a letter?"

Ye Jianqing shook his head, looked around, and walked to the bookcase.The shopkeeper didn't expect him to be literate, so he came over and asked, "Little brother likes to read, I have some newly published poetry collections here."

Ye Jianqing didn't like reading at first, but living in the mountains was boring, so he always wanted to find something to pass the time.He likes Li Bai's poems, but when he thinks of his embarrassed appearance, he can't match him with an exiled immortal.Thinking of the "Picture of Liquor" hanging on the hall of Huiliushan Villa, I couldn't help but took a collection of Tao Yuanming's poems.

Gu Su paid the money, and the shopkeeper took a piece of oiled paper to wrap the schoolbag.At this time, a man hurried into the small shop and asked the shopkeeper to help write a letter to his family. He said angrily, "These private salt dealers are looking for money. A bucket of salt is six hundred renminbi, and they will not even be able to afford salt in the future." gone."

The shopkeeper sighed while rubbing the ink: "Has the price increased again? I heard that a few months ago, many big salt merchants were arrested in Xuzhou, Yangzhou. People were panic-stricken, and even the salt shops here raised their prices. "

"Salt merchants and officials wear a pair of trousers at all, they are both hateful!"

Ye Jianqing didn't dare to listen any longer, and hurried out of the shop.

The two walked to the oil and salt truck on the street. Because the salt was mixed with stones and fine sand during the long journey, it didn't look so white. Even this kind of salt was sold for five or six hundred yuan a bucket (ten catties).Ye Jianqing said in a low voice: "Salt and iron official camp, Taizong Dynasty priced it at one hundred coins a bucket, why is it so expensive now?"

The peddler looked him up and down, and said, "Little brother, since he became the throne, the price of salt has been [-] cents a bucket. Now Southeast Salt Industry has another case, and even the emperor's relatives have been taken down. What do you say?" Can the price be raised? Three tans of rice and one catty of salt. In my opinion, when the stock is sold out, it will have to go up.”

After Gu Su bought the salt, he didn't have much money left, so he bought some millet, which was still carried by Ye Jianqing, and the two walked towards the hut on the mountain.When Ye Jianqing went down the mountain, he was full of happiness, but when he returned, his steps were extremely heavy.

Gu Su suddenly said: "All things in the world, the only word is righteousness and benefit."

Ye Jianqing said coldly: "I don't want to hear it!" After speaking, he strode up the mountain, leaving Gu Su behind.He has been pampered since he was a child, and treats others with gentleness and gentleness. Even when he is angry, he acts like a spoiled child. This is the first time he really gets angry.He seems to have vaguely realized a problem. The Zhen Guo Princess Mansion is not as innocent as he thought, and his princess grandma is not innocent.

It was the fifteenth day of the month, and Ye Jianqing walked out of the hut without waiting for Gu Su Ziye to practice.After Gu Su practiced the kung fu, he returned to his 12-year-old physical strength.

From the next day, Ye Jianqing practiced harder than before, as if he had been stimulated by something.Cutting firewood, growing vegetables, and doing housework have also been done more attentively.As a result of his hard work, his appetite increased greatly, and he had to eat several bowls of rice every day.One evening, when Gu Su came back from herding cattle, Ye Jianqing took a bag of rice from the kitchen and said that there was no more rice.

Gu Su wanted to wait until the fifteenth day to go to the market before buying, Ye Jianqing said, "I want to eat noodles today."

Gu Su's eyelids twitched, this is not a teahouse restaurant where you can order.

Ye Jianqing looked at him as if he was about to cry, and said in a louder voice: "I, want, eat, noodles, noodles."

Gu Sumo was silent for a while, took the rice bag in his hand, and said, "Then go borrow some." He took Ye Jianqing down the mountain.There was a small village at the foot of the mountain. When they saw the first family, the two of them stood outside the yard, both a little dazed.

Neither of them ever thought that they would be reduced to begging for food.

Gu Su walked into the yard first, this is also a thatched house, so poor that there are no tiles, and the door is open, presumably the thief would not even bother to look at it.Looking around in the dark, Gu Su asked, "Is anyone there?"

Something made a sound, and a small head popped out of a large vat in the corner, with black eyes and a dark face, asking: "What's the matter?"

Gu Su asked, "Where is your adult?"

The kid glanced at him, and said angrily, "Going to borrow rice. What are you doing?"

Gu Su and Ye Jianqing looked at each other, pleaded guilty, and left the yard.The two walked around the village and chose a family that looked affluent. The black lacquered door was painted with tung oil that can tell people.Ye Jianqing knocked on the door, and someone answered the door. The person who opened the door was stunned when he saw them, "It's you." It was the tall, thin man who sold the Four Treasures of the Study and Tao Yuanming's poetry collection at the market on the fifteenth day.

Ye Jianqing didn't know how to speak, so he lowered his head.Gu Sudao: "I want to eat noodles, but there is no food at home, can I borrow some from your mansion first? Let's pay it back with prey." It doesn't seem abrupt for him to say such words at his age.

The man smiled and said: "My mother is a vegetarian, not meat."

Gu Sudao: "Is there a shortage of people in the house? We will work to pay for it."

The man still refused politely, looked up at Ye Jianqing's face was so red that he could bleed, and his hands twisted the rice bag out of shape, his heart was shaken, and he hurriedly opened the door to let them in: "The family is short of two delicate workers. Come in, please."

There are several courtyards in the mansion, which is quite like a house of poetry and books.The man claimed to be Wang Runyuan, a scholar who failed to succeed after repeated trials. He lived on a few acres of land owned by his ancestors. His wife died early, and there was only one old mother in the family. "In a few days, it will be the third anniversary of my late father. Please write a condolence letter to prepare for the funeral."

He himself is a scholar, why use others to catch the knife when he writes a memorial to his father.It's just that they saw that the two brothers were not extraordinary talents, and they were in distress for a while, so they wanted to give relief, and they just looked for an excuse.

Wang Runyuan ordered the old servant at home to go to the kitchen to make two bowls of noodles, and at the same time took the two of them to a study-like room, where writing, paper, ink and pens were ready-made on the table.Gu Su looked at Ye Jianqing, his eyes seemed to say: I don't know how to write hanging essays.Ye Jianqing gritted his teeth and went up to take a pen in his hand, asked about Wang Runyuan's father's life story, typed up a draft, and buried himself in writing.

When the noodles were brought to the study, Ye Jianqing had just finished writing the hanging essay.Although he doesn't like reading, but because there is a princess grandma in his family who is an old birthday star, he has been able to write Qingci and Shouwen since he was a child.Wang Runyuan held it in his hand and looked at it, his face was full of surprise.Parallel four li six, extremely neat, the rhetoric is elegant, and the characters are also good, much better than his own writing.At this moment, a servant from the family came over and said that the old lady told him to go.Wang Runyuan sued for a crime and left with the hanging essay.

The noodles are covered with a poached egg, and the soup is steaming with sesame oil and green onion.Gu Su pushed his own bowl in front of Ye Jianqing, and said, "Congratulations on your birthday." Indifference is not indifference, he is not indifferent to everything, he has already seen Ye Jianqing's strange behavior.

Ye Jianqing raised his head sharply, his voice hoarse, today is indeed his birthday, and on this day in previous years, Pei Yongzhen would make a big deal of celebration for him.Today is different from the past, he and Lei ate the bowl of birthday noodles silently.

Wang Runyuan went back and forth, with a look of anxiety on his face, and said: "You two, my mother is not feeling well. Runyuan went out to ask for a doctor. But you two need something, so you can tell the servants to do it. It's getting late today. The mountain road is rugged, you two might as well stay here temporarily."

Gu Su raised his head and asked: "What's wrong with Lingtang? I have some medical skills. If it's convenient, can you let me have a try?"

Seeing that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, Wang Runyuan didn't look like he had a little knowledge of medicine, but the village suffered from the lack of doctors, so it didn't hurt to let him try it.So while asking people to go to the neighboring village to find a doctor, he took the two of them to the backyard.When I arrived at the backyard, I saw a wrinkled and kind-hearted old lady sitting on the master's chair, twisting the thread with a thread hammer in her hand.Seeing two brothers, one big and one small coming in, a smile bloomed on his face: "Who wrote that hanging essay just now?"

Ye Jianqing stepped forward and said it was him, and the lady took his hand and praised him: "At such a young age, he is more powerful than my son who is not a talent."

Wang Runyuan touched his head beside him and said, "Mother, let them see your eye disease."

Gu Su came up to give the old lady a pulse. It turned out that it was not a serious illness, but the old man's eyes were a little red and he couldn't see clearly.But because the old man had a fall a few months ago, and his legs and feet are still weak, Wang Runyuan felt sorry for his mother, acting as if it was a big deal.Gu Su's method of cutting pulse was so sophisticated that even the servants standing beside him looked sideways with surprise in their eyes.

As Gu Su asked for writing paper to write the prescription, he said, "It's just the heat and getting angry. Just dissolve this medicine in water and put light grass in the eyes. The old man can enjoy the happiness, don't do needlework any more .”

Wang Runyuan took Fang Zi and looked at it, and he looked decent.At this time, the standing servant asked with his head: "Little doctor, do you have any taboos?"

Gu Su said with a smile: "The old man has always been a vegetarian. There must be more celebrations in the family of good deeds, and everything can be done as usual."

He spoke in a deep and sophisticated way, and the old lady was amazed, she stretched out her hand to embrace him, looked left and right, and was very happy: "My heart, it really hurts. It's all because of the bad morals in this world, otherwise I would be afraid if I had this skill." Don't you have food?"

A few people talked again, but at this time there was a very rude knock on the door outside the house, and some people shouted loudly.Wang Runyuan's face changed color suddenly, and he went out to meet the guests.The old lady couldn't help sighing.

It turned out that when Wang Runyuan's father was still alive, he was a big squire in this village, and his family had dozens of acres of fertile land.Three years ago, the king's father passed away, and suddenly many debt collectors came to the door, holding forged IOU documents, saying that the Wang family owed so many foreign debts.The mother and son are simple people, and they are from the same village. They don't want to offend others, and they were cheated out of a lot of money in a daze.Wang Runyuan studied since he was a child, and he didn't have a business. Even his family's land was barren, and gradually he bought it for neighbors at a low price and divided it up.Today is the water conservancy project in the village, and the patriarch brought people to collect money from the members. Needless to say, he took advantage of their orphans and widowed mothers.

Gu Su tentatively asked: "Does the old lady have any relatives elsewhere?"

The old man sighed and said: "My mother's family used to be in Yongcheng, Qingzhou, and it is also a big family. My nephews and nephews often come to visit, and they said that they want me to bring their son back to live together."

Gu Su squeezed the old lady's wrist, and said: "There are many people here, and the people are tough. Now that the three-year mourning period has expired, the old lady might as well deal with the property here, and take the prince back to Yongcheng to seek refuge. Let’s go to your natal family, the sooner the better. There is an old saying in the world, between friends is rich and noble, but between flesh and blood is poor and rascal.”

After all, the old lady ate more food for decades. After hearing what he said, she was speechless for a while, and just sighed.

The two did not stay overnight at the Wang family.Wang Runyuan gave them a big bag of millet, and personally sent them to the side of the mountain road.Ye Jianqing walked halfway, and suddenly asked: "Why did you persuade Mrs. Wang to leave this place? Are you afraid that they will help us and cause trouble?"

Seeing the kindness of the old lady and thinking of Princess Zhen Guo, he fell in love with her.

Gu Su shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that if the old lady lives here any longer, her life will be in danger."

Ye Jianqing's heart tightened and she stopped to look at him.

Gu Sudao: "Her eye disease is the most taboo of hot things like cinnabar. Earlier, the old lady fell and injured, and the plaster that was applied on her body smelled like Qilisan, and this medicine contained cinnabar."

Ye Jianqing blurted out: "Do you think someone secretly plotted to seize their property?" That's why when the servants of the Wang family asked if there was anything to avoid, Gu Su said no.He was afraid that after speaking out, some people would deliberately get some taboos and add them to the old man's diet.

Ye Jianqing's heart trembled, and she felt a thorn stabbing into her heart, and she could see the fluctuations in her heart: "It turns out that poor families and small households also have so many open and secret fights and tricks."

The author has something to say: Will this chapter be boring?

The name of the title comes from Tao Yuanming's "Beggar": Hunger drives me away, I don't know why?Walk to Sri, knock on the door and speak clumsily.The master understands the remaining meaning and bequeaths the vice-empty period.Talk about harmony all day and night, and pour the cup from the cup to the cup.Rejoicing in love and new acquaintances, words and chanting then compose poems; feeling the favor of my son and mother, I am ashamed that I am not a talent of Han.If you don't know how to thank you, you will repay each other.

In the middle ages, county officials generally paid about three taels of silver, about three to four thousand wen, so a catty of salt would cost about one-tenth of their income.

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