I was a young master in ancient times

An Zhonghua took Wei's family to worship the Earth Temple, and Ankang also followed to join in the fun.

An's carriage drove into Liuwan, attracting many people to watch it.Since the rumor that the Temple of the Earth is effective in praying for a child spread, more and more people came to Liuwan.Most of the women came hurriedly with baskets and headscarves on their shoulders, and there were also some shopkeepers who picked up goods to sell while watching the bustle.I don't see this big carriage once in ten days.A farmer with a hoe, a salesman squatting, and a woman with a basket watched the carriage pass by like a sight.

Opening the curtains, Ankang said with a smile, "It's really lively. Huzi, let's hang around for a while."

Huzi put his face close to the window and followed the commotion outside, "Look, young master, isn't that your deskmate?"

Following the direction of Huzi's finger, Ankang saw three teenagers in patched clothes standing on the side of the road selling things.There were some odds and ends on the stalls in front of the teenagers.

"Stop." Ankang stopped the carriage, trotted to explain the situation to his parents, and dragged Hu Zi straight to the boy's stall.

"Ankang." The shortest boy, Bai Nen, exclaimed.He looked up at Ankang's head, and asked with concern, "Is your injury healed?"

"It's been a long time ago. Are the three of you setting up a stall here?" Ankang picked up a pair of black cloth shoes on the stall and asked, "How much do these shoes cost?" Ankang tried his best to pretend to be familiar, one of the three teenagers in front of him I don't know either. "Are you here to earn pocket money?"

The square-faced boy came back to his senses, and replied, "My aunt made these shoes, and they sell for fifty cents." The boy paused, and smiled wryly, "We want to sell something to subsidize our family. We live next door. Xiawa Village, seeing the bustling here, brought things to sell.”

"Then I'll sell it with you." Ankang looked at the three teenagers expectantly.Self-employment, business, earning money and so on are very attractive to boys his age.

Huzi tugged at Ankang's sleeve and said anxiously, "Master."

"Why are you pulling my sleeves? Don't you want to play here? Let's set up a stall together with things and earn money to blow sugar." It seems that sugar blowing is a big deal.

"Master." Huzi still wanted to persuade, but was overwhelmed by Ankang's cry.Ankang rolled up his sleeves and raised his voice, "Don't miss it when you pass by. The big girl and the little daughter-in-law come and take a look. Our handmade cloth shoes don't cost [-], [-], only [-]." Ten cash, only fifty cash. Let’s take a look, and take a look.” The three teenagers were also shocked, and their minds went blank for a moment as they looked at Ankang who was shouting passionately.

Ankang was good-looking and well-dressed, and this shout attracted everyone to look at him.Especially the little girl, look at this young man, two blushes are quietly floating on his face.

"Hey, auntie. How long have you been looking at me? Come and take a look. I'm not bragging, look at these shoes. These are purple with plum blossoms embroidered on them. Tsk tsk, it matches your temperament very well. Come here Try it, I'm sure you like it."

"Go." The person next to him pushed the woman in the blue blouse and said with a smile, "Xiao Lang called you."

The woman was not shy either, she went straight to the stall, took the shoes from Ankang and looked at them carefully. "The embroidery is really beautiful."

"Try it. You don't know if the shoes are comfortable until you put them on."

The woman didn't move, she only looked at the shoes.Huzi tugged at Ankang's sleeve and whispered, "You can't just look at a woman's feet."

"I..." Only then did Ankang remember that this was ancient times.He bowed to the woman, "I'm sorry, auntie, I just fell short. I sincerely apologize to you. This pair of shoes and a pair of black cloth shoes are ten cents cheaper, and the two pairs are a total of 120 cents."

The woman said happily, "I bought it." The eldest daughter in the family is about to get married, and she happened to buy a pair of new shoes as a dowry.

It opened, and people came to the stall one after another to look at the shoes.Several little girls pushed each other and came to the stall in groups.All eyes are staring at Ankang.Ankang had never been stared at by so many girls, his face gradually turned red, and he hid on the side of the road.

The tall, long-faced boy leaned over and whispered, "Ankang, we really weren't the ones who pushed you down that day. You stepped on empty stones and fell, and we were still trying to pull you."

"Hey, it's okay. I know."

The tall boy seemed relieved, and ran back to the stall to help sell things.

There are always girls coming to the booth of the handsome boy, and there are girls and boys.An Zhonghua and his wife hadn't finished worshiping the Earth Temple, but Ankang had already sold out everything on the stall.Huzi and the other three teenagers looked at Ankang with admiration in their eyes.Ankang was very proud, and said, "Give me five cents, my labor fee for today. Next time when you sell things, call me, and I will bring things to sell."

The five cents he earned blown up a sugar figure, and he also paid for Hu Zi to blow up a sugar figure.The tiger bit off the sugar monkey's tail with a bang, and asked, "Master, do we really want to set up a stall?"

"Put it on. Don't we have a shop at home, just take some things from the shop."

"Then why not sell it in the shop. It will be hot in a few days. Standing outside will expose you to the sun." Huzi reminded enthusiastically.

"This..." Ankang thought about it, and it was the same, so he gave up the idea of ​​going out to set up a stall, and squatted quietly on the side of the road to eat sugar, waiting for his parents to pick him up for dinner.

Before two days of leisure, An Zhonghua called Ankang to the study for a lecture.It means that you need to study more, work harder, and also, it's time to go to the academy tomorrow.Ankang, carrying a small cloth bag and sighing, embarked on the long journey of studying in a foreign land in ancient times.The An family did not find a book boy for Ankang alone, Huzi was both a servant and a book boy.He was carrying a gray cloth bag, packed a bag full of things, and went to the academy with Ankang in a decent way.Ankang sighed and felt that his life was gloomy.It's not that he doesn't want to learn, talent is something that can't be said, and it's the last time to learn Chinese.He couldn't understand the meaning of the author of the article at all.He can guess modern literature, but he can't even understand ancient poetry.

Walking into the classroom with a sad face, I saw my little friend at a glance.Ankang already knew that among the boys who set up the stall that day, the shortest one was called Chen Ziche, the square-faced boy was Qiu Yuan, and the long-faced tall one was Zhao Qin.The three boys in one village are still his classmates in the academy.Chen Ziche happened to be his deskmate.These three people are like a ray of light in Ankang's gloomy life today. He greeted his friends warmly.

"Ankang, have you done the homework assigned by Master Ma last time?"

Before recovering from the joy, a bucket of cold water poured down on his head, and Ankang was shocked to see a boy in brown clothes standing aside with a straight face. "Student, I'm sorry, I was sick a few days ago." The implication is that I didn't do my homework.

"Oh." The brown-clothed boy continued, "Then make it up tonight, and tomorrow I will take it and give it to my master." After speaking, he turned and left.

...this is pure embarrassment.He asked Chen Ziche next to him dissatisfied: "Who is this kid?"

"Wang Ming. Mr. Ma's teaching assistant, who usually collects homework."

Qiu Yuan approached from behind and said, "He lives in Shangwa Village, which is separated from our Xiawa Village by a small ditch. But he is very lonely and doesn't like to be with us."

Master Ma gave them a lecture on the Analects of Confucius, and Ankang could understand it, but it was a bit difficult to read the traditional Chinese characters in the book.

The homework to be made up is to write a pair about the scenery of spring.Knowing the problem, Ankang immediately activated his brain. After finishing writing "Shu Shua Shua", I handed it directly to Wang Ming, and led Hu Zi home.Wang Ming didn't even look at it, he sent it to Mr. Ma's room and left the academy.

Huzi took out the snacks wrapped in oil paper from his book bag, and said, "Master, eat some snacks to pad your stomach."

"Is your bag full of dim sum?"

"There are other things that the young master likes to play with." Huzi opened the book bag, and there was a small chessboard inside.Ankang shook his head and said, "From now on, just bring some food. Don't bring the rest. You've grown up recently, so don't be too tired to grow."