Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

When Yang Zhibai and Le Zhengying were teenagers, they were at the same table.Enrolled in the same year, took the exam in the same year, and even the rankings on the list are next to each other, either you or I.

The test will be held next year, and we will be ready to start in the spring of this year.Yang Zhibai and Le Zhengying's families are not rich, so they can barely scrape together the travel expenses, and they can stay at the post station for free, but they have to find their own way for food and drink expenses.He also had to bring a change of clothes, pens and books, a heavy pile, Yang Zhibai took care of it, and tried to recite it for a while, screaming for pain, and rubbed his shoulders and grinned when he took it off.

"Is it heavy?" Le Zhengying picked up his luggage, turned it around, and relaxed, "It's not heavy, it only looks like twenty catties."

"You're used to carrying it, so of course it doesn't feel heavy." Yang Zhibai was a little annoyed.

Le Zhengying's old father was a vegetable seller, and he often carried loads to the market to buy vegetables. Le Zhengying helped pick vegetables when he was free. The load of vegetables weighing dozens of catties, over the years, had thick calluses on his shoulders.Yang Zhibai is different. He has little talent and reputation. He has been pampered by his parents and only cares about studying. Now he has to travel far alone with a heavy burden, which is very worrying for him.

"If you think it's too heavy, ask a book boy to help you carry it."

"How can I have that money!" Yang Zhibai frowned, "Forget it, I'll subtract a few more books to see if I can be lighter." He opened the book box, picked and picked, and subtracted several books through gritted teeth. I feel heavy, and I can't bear it after carrying it for a long time.Sit down and sigh.

Le Zhengying was practicing calligraphy. He watched and thought for a long time: "Brother Le Zheng."

"Ok?"

"Can you memorize a few books for me?" At this point, he could only brazenly ask Le Zhengying for help, and without raising his head, Le Zhengying slowly wrote, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you louder." .”

"Brother Lezheng, help me, memorize a few books, just memorize a few."

Le Zhengying raised her eyebrows and smirked: "Please."

"I... I'm begging you."

"It's not enough to just talk about it, you have to show something practical?" Le Zhengying put down her pen, with a half-smile, very naughty.

Yang Zhibai was at a loss: "Give...give me money?"

"Oh, all right. What else?"

"Will you wash your pants?"

"You are spoiled, what kind of clothes can you wash? It would be good if you don't need me to wash it for you. Change it."

Yang Zhibai couldn't think of anything else: "Run errands to buy food?"

"Anymore?"

"No……"

"Why don't you say you promise yourself?"

"...It's fine if you don't help." Yang Zhibai turned his head, carried the bookcase on his back with a cold face, Le Zhengying quickly stood up, "I'm getting angry so soon? I'm joking, I'm making you anxious. Come and put it down , I'll help you choose."

Le Zhengying helped him pick up several heavy tomes and put them in his bookcase, and also picked up some books he had.After going back and forth like this, Yang Zhibai's bookcase became much lighter. Le Zhengying lifted it up and handed it to him: "Try it, it's much lighter, isn't it?"

Yang Zhibai mentioned it, and said with a smile, "It's much lighter."

Seeing him smile, Le Zhengying immediately invited him to eat stewed noodles and fight teeth.

Uncle Wei's stewed noodle shop is the most famous for stewed noodles on Shanhe Street. The white soup boiled in his house is the most mellow and fragrant, and the old soup pot has been hanging for hundreds of years.The noodles are chewy, the side dishes are fresh enough, the three delicacies stewed noodles and the mutton stewed noodles are a must.

"Should I order mutton, or three delicacies?"

Yang Zhibai blurted out without thinking: "Eat three delicacies."

"I've eaten three delicacies many times. It's cold and warm in early spring. Why don't you eat mutton stewed noodles?"

Yang Zhibai hesitated: "But mutton is much more expensive than three delicacies."

"After saving so many times, let's just spend it this time. After leaving Shanhe Street, there will be no such delicious stewed noodles."

"Okay." Yang Zhibai finally let go, and ordered two bowls of mutton stewed noodles. After waiting for a long time, Xiao Er brought the two bowls of stewed noodles to the table: "Just wait, please take it easy."

Yang Zhibai picked up the chopsticks and stirred it, and a lot of coriander came out, and he frowned immediately: "Why are there so many coriander?"

"Mutton has a strong smell." Le Zhengying mixed his own, "If you don't want to eat it, give it to me, and I will eat it."

"Okay." Yang Zhibai picks and chooses, picks up several chopsticks coriander and puts it in Le Zhengying's bowl, finally picks up the coriander on the surface, picks up the chopsticks from the bottom of the bowl, and digs out a lot of coriander.

Yang Zhibai's face twitched, and he continued to pick, Le Zhengying Xilihulu ate more than half of the bowl, the dipping saucer was very beautiful, and Yang Zhibai was still picking coriander.

"Don't pick it. If you pick it again, it will be cold. What else can you eat?"

Yang Zhibai grumbled and complained: "Who told him to put so much coriander!"

"You eat first, can I pick the coriander for you?" Le Zhengying picked up the chopsticks and took a chopstick of coriander from Yang Zhibai's bowl.

Uncle Wei's cooking is really delicious, the mutton slices are not thin, there are more than a dozen pieces, the day lily is crisp and tender, the soup is white and delicious, and it is steaming.

After eating mutton stewed noodles, there was a cold spring breeze when they left the store. The two said goodbye to each other, met at the appointed time the next day, and went on the road together.

The mountains are far away, the water is far away, and there are many mountains and rivers.

Yang Zhibai fulfilled his promise. He washed the clothes of both of them alone. At first, it was as if they were not washed. Later, Le Zhengying taught him how to do it, and gradually got better. He also taught himself how to mend clothes and weave straw sandals. The mending is very ugly, and the straw sandals made are crooked.Le Zhengying put it on cheerfully.

There's no way, he'll grow old if he doesn't wear Yang Zhi's white face, like a sad donkey.

The two walked together, and the schedule was not too tight.Leisurely wandering, traveling in mountains and rivers, reciting poems and making pairs, very happy.

Half land and half water, to Ziyong Township.There is a famous Hibiscus River in Ziyong Township. The banks of the river are full of hibiscus. In June, it blooms in the morning and evening, and the petals of the river are spread. The scenery is romantic and beautiful.It is the favorite place for talented scholars and beautiful ladies.

Le Zhengying rented a small boat and asked the boatman to slowly pull the Huahua River. The clear water surface was slowly covered by the flowers pushing and shoving, and petals were still falling on both sides of the river.Le Zhengying was in high spirits, and proposed to play Fei Hua Ling, and each of them said a poem with hibiscus with "hibiscus" as their eyes.

There were few poems with the word "hibiscus", so Yang Zhibai answered a few sentences, and the time to think and recall was getting longer and longer.Le Zhengying clapped his hands and laughed: "You lost, but you have to pay me three bags of flower cakes! And treat me to seven plates of hibiscus."

Hibiscus seven dishes are the characteristics of Ziyong Township. The seven kinds of dishes made with hibiscus flowers are not very delicious. They taste like a meal with the freshness and immortality of Luoying. Therefore, they are highly sought after by literati, and the price is also very high. high.

Yang Zhibai was suddenly forced into a hurry, and blurted out: "Leaving tung leaf rain, depression hibiscus wind."

The hibiscus seven dishes that Le Zhengying wanted were lost, but the flower cakes can still be won. He said confidently: "The answer is too slow! If you don't invite seven dishes, there should be flower cakes, right?"

Yang Zhibai froze for a moment: "This... let's forget it."

"I wouldn't even accept a bag of flower cakes. Could it be that the friendship between you and my classmate for many years is not even worth a bag of flower cakes?"

Yang Zhibai shook his head hastily: "No, hibiscus flowers are bitterly cold, so you should not eat more. You have a bad spleen and stomach, so you should not eat this."

Le Zhengying didn't care about it: "It's not a meal, just try something new. And you bought it and I don't eat it alone, so I must share it with you."

Yang Zhibai had no choice but to nod his head in agreement, the boatman at the bow suddenly turned his head, and said in a tongue-in-cheek Yong dialect: "There are some on my boat, and the flower cakes are not very tasty. They are all coaxing you outsiders and treating you as sweet potatoes. This Just try stuff, it’s not worth buying.”

The two looked at each other for a while, and laughed together.

The flower cake brought by the boatman was made by the boatman’s wife. The crust of the cake was a little broken due to the bumping, but the filling was still good. A lot of sugar was added, which was sweet and greasy. The aroma of hibiscus was very strong.

After eating two, Le Zhengying felt that it was enough.Yang Zhibai thought it was too sweet, and couldn't eat half of it. Le Zhengying took it and gnawed it. After a few mouthfuls, he lay on the swaying boat and said, "Hey, do you think this is suitable for old age?"

“How come you see?”

"This Hibiscus River is enough to see for a lifetime, no matter how you look at it, you will never get tired of it."

"Cut, pull it down. I watch it every day, and I'll get tired of it in a few years."

"I'm just kidding, why are you so outrageous?"

"...Well, it's my fault, you can think about it."

Yang Zhibai also lay down, the breeze was blowing, and the flowers fell one after another.

The swaying boat rowed a painting boat head-on, with sweet laughter and music.Yang Zhibai sat up, watched the painted boat slowly pass by the small boat, and said enviously: "When can we get on such a beautiful boat."

"I've been admitted to the capital and became an official. Isn't this kind of boat aboard?"

"I'm afraid I won't pass the exam." Thinking of this, Yang Zhibai became worried again and sighed.

Suddenly someone on the boat laughed heartily: "The two students on the boat are scholars who are going to Beijing for the exam. What a coincidence, my son is also preparing to go to Beijing for the exam this year." Bu Fan, stood at the stern of the boat and greeted him from a distance, "You two students, would you like to go on board and have a talk?"

Yang Zhibai was taken aback, looked at Le Zhengying, Le Zhengying sat up straight, and said with a smile: "My lord is so kind, how can I not accept it. Old man, please turn around."

The boat turned around and approached the boat slowly.Le Zhengying jumped onto the boat first, then turned around and pulled Yang Zhibai up, the middle-aged man with a belly looked respectful: "You two, please come in."

The middle-aged man was so polite that Yang Zhibai almost thought he was a servant, and he didn't know it until he entered the boat, the musicians and dancers in the cabin were all respectful to him.

"Gouzi went to Beijing this year to rush for the exam. He has little knowledge, but he refuses to study hard. Today, I happened to meet the two of you. After hearing the order from the two of you, you must be knowledgeable people, so I bother you. Please come aboard and teach me a lesson. Incompetent son."

Le Zhengying hurriedly said: "I don't dare to take the lesson as a lesson. In fact, we are only half a bucket of water. If we fool around in private, it will be over. If we put it on a real cultural banquet, we won't be able to stand on the stage at all."

"You are so polite, you are half a bucket of water, so my son doesn't even have a half bucket of water."

"Father! You're talking about me again!" The young master who had just swallowed the wine yelled in dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged man grimaced: "What's the matter with you? Can you say a few words to Fei Hualing? Dongkang Zanglong Crouching Tiger, your ability to be less than half a bucket of water, you have to make people laugh! You still don't study hard! Eat, drink and have fun all day long, and when the time comes, you will lose face, so don't cry!"

Brother son, hehe, he didn't hear the wind, he hugged left and right, and he still had a great time.Le Zhengying was at a loss, and the middle-aged man also felt that his face was dull, so he simply ordered the withdrawal of the banquet, singing and dancing, and asked the servant to bring the desk, and shouted: "Learn from me!"

Brother Young Master was in high spirits, but was interrupted by his father, with a displeased expression on his face, he sat motionless in front of the desk.The middle-aged man said a lot of words to Le Zhengying and Yang Zhibai with smiles on their faces, and finally reprimanded the young man: "Study hard!" and went out.

The three of them looked at each other in awkward dismay.

Although Young Master was not happy, he did the basic etiquette and said politely, "Please sit down."

The two sat down and fell into an embarrassing situation with nothing to say.Brother Young Master could let go, pushed the book aside, propped his chin with one hand and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Have you two high talents played with women?"

Yang Zhibai's skin was thin, and he coughed immediately, turning red.Le Zhengying was shocked, and quickly calmed down, admitting generously: "Not yet. The family is not good, and good girls can only look at it. When they get promoted and get rich in the future, someone will naturally propose marriage."

Brother Young Master smiled: "It's still a place, so do you have a book boy?"

Yang Zhibai said, "I don't have that money."

"Hey, you guys don't understand now. You don't have to pay for the book boy. You are not a scholar. You will be an official one day. When the time comes to take care of the book boy's house, it can't just be exchanged for money. .”

Le Zhengying nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Yes, I didn't think of this level at the time, mainly because I didn't have the confidence. There are so many people who come to Beijing to rush for the exam, and there are not a few people who have read poetry and books. I am afraid that I will lose my name. I'm sorry folks."

"What is this called? If it fails once, there will be a second time! You two have extraordinary looks, and they are talented people at first glance. If you go here, you will definitely be on the gold list of high school. Even if you are ranked at the bottom, you must be better than me. "The young master grinned, "I forgot to mention, my name is Zou Borong, may I ask the two names of Gao?"

"I'm Le Zhengying."

"My servant is Yang Zhibai."

"As expected, a talented person has a talent in his name!" Zou Borong closed his eyes and boasted, which made both of them feel embarrassed.

"Having said that, the role of the book boy is not just to carry the bookcase, the most important role is to serve people."

Le Zhengying nodded: "Well, yes."

Zou Borong looked at him and smiled: "You don't understand what I mean, I mean that it's better to serve women than women."

Le Zhengying couldn't understand: "What?"

Zou Borong had a smirk on his face: "Come on, come here, come here and let me tell you."

Yang Zhibai looked at Le Zhengying inexplicably, and Zou Borong whispered to him for a while, Le Zhengying's face changed immediately, he couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment, and said haha: "Ah...so that's how it is, haha."

Yang Zhibai was even more curious and looked at Le Zhengying.Le Zhengying frowned, signaling that he didn't need to delve into it, which made him even more curious.

After that, I talked about some nonsense, didn't read a line of the book, and talked about the customs and gossip a lot.Outside the door, Father Zou eavesdropped on the door. He thought they were discussing scriptures, so he opened the door and came in. He invited the two of them to have a good meal, and ordered his servants to take them to rest. .

"What did he tell you today?" Yang Zhibai couldn't help but asked.

Le Zhengying glanced at him: "I really want to know?"

Yang Zhibai nodded repeatedly.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Le Zhengying held back for a while: "Forget it, you'd better not know."

When he said this, Yang Zhibai was even more disobedient: "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me?"

"This..." Le Zhengying was in a dilemma, "If you really want to know, it's not impossible, it's just a little bit..." He motioned for him to come over, and also whispered: "It's the crap about breaking the sleeves and dividing the peaches."

After hearing this, Yang Zhibai was stunned for a long time before he could react: "Oh, so that's what happened..." His expression was between dazed and understanding, and he was still dizzy.

"Hey, this kind of thing is only played by rich people when they have nothing to do. Don't think about it, wash up and sleep quickly."

It is impossible to sleep directly after washing. According to Yang Zhibai's habit, he has to read books for half an hour.Light an oil lamp, the smoke curls up, and the shadow of the lamp shakes.

Le Zhengying immediately undressed and lay down, and soon snored evenly.Yang Zhibai was flipping through the book, reading poems silently, his eyes hurt after reading for a while, and he would read again after resting.

After watching for a while, I vaguely heard some very strange sounds.

At first, I thought it was someone being beaten, and the scream was quite miserable, but after listening carefully, it didn't seem so miserable, the scream was a little... lustful?

But it was too hazy to hear clearly.

Do not see injustice, do not listen to injustice.Yang Zhibai lowered his head and concentrated on reading, Quan pretended not to hear.

Le Zhengying was half asleep, suffocating, and got up at night in a daze, went to the hut to solve the major issues in life, suddenly heard a voice, shivered, and suddenly lost sleepiness.

Listen carefully, yo, the love of spring is rippling.

He rubbed his chin, thought for a while, could it be Zou Borong, it would not be surprising if it was him.Although the other person's voice doesn't sound like a woman's...

He trembled, put on his pants and went back to the room, Yang Zhibai was still reading: "Brother, I'm still reading, let's go to bed."

"Wait a while, sleep later."

"It's not too late, I'm going to go blind if I look at it again. It's not that I don't have time during the day. If I don't read during the day and read at night, isn't this fake hard work?" Le Zhengying forcibly snatched the book from his hand, covered the oil lamp, and left the room Riley was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Hey." Yang Zhibai wanted to light the oil lamp, but Le Zhengying dragged him away from the desk, "It's getting late! Go to bed!"

"Okay, okay, don't pull me." Yang Zhibai broke away from him, and took off his outer clothes, leaving only a single shirt, which was also taken off by Le Zhengying: "What are you wearing on such a hot day, anyway? And no one is watching."

Yang Zhibai was stripped naked by him, leaving only his trousers, feeling a little embarrassed, Le Zhengying finished stripping his clothes, lay down on the bed, and patted the vacant space beside him: "Lie down! How comfortable it is to lie down. "

Yang Zhibai lay down. The early summer night was a bit stuffy, but not too stuffy. Hearing Le Zhengying's slow breathing beside him, and the elusive sex in the distance, his heart sank.It's like sinking into the deep quiet sea, you don't have to think about anything, you don't have to worry about your future and exams, all you need is this moment of silence.

Le Zhengying held back for a while, turned her body sideways, and rolled over.

Yang Zhibai didn't feel sleepy for a while, and was brewing, when he suddenly felt that Le Zhengying's breathing rhythm beside him was a little bit wrong, a little too fast.

"What are you doing brother?"

Le Zhengying didn't forget to joke at this time: "Murder your own son."

Yang Zhibai stood up half of his body and glanced at him, then lay down immediately, muttering: "It's boring."

Le Zhengying was out of breath: "Why are you bored?"

Yang Zhibai's face was hot: "Don't talk, don't talk, hurry up and go to sleep."

"Oh, you were still holding the book just now and couldn't bear to let go."

"I..." Yang Zhibai hesitated to speak, and moved away.

It took a long time for Le Zhengying to finish the work, the smell was a bit strong, Yang Zhibai pinched his nose and opened the window to ventilate, a pool of moonlight poured down unobstructed, and the surface of the river was sparkling with broken silver.He looked at Jiang Shangyueyin, and whispered softly: "Jiangyue shines on the boat and rides the wind across Wanting."

"By virtue of its strength, the good wind sent me to Qingyun."

Yang Zhibai looked back and smiled: "You really fell into the eyes of the officials!"

The moonlight washed away, and Yang Zhibai stood in front of the window, as vivid as a black and white engraving, with clear and clear lines.

"Guest officer, your mutton stewed noodles."

The mutton stewed noodles were steaming hot.Over the past few decades, Uncle Wei's business has become more and more prosperous, and the waiting time has become longer and longer. Even a powerful person like Le Zhengying had to wait for more than a quarter of an hour.Uncle Wei's rule is first come first served, no matter how old an official is, he can't break it.

He picked up the chopsticks and stirred it, and a lot of green coriander came out, and he ate it.

This coriander is not only spicy in the mouth, but also spicy in the eyes, which hurts the eyes and is a bit astringent.

Never eat cilantro again.