Today I hold the world

If there is no special happy event, most people in Yuan Cheng would not choose to buy banquets in restaurants and inns, after all, the cost is huge, and with that amount of money, they would all hold banquets in their own mansions.

Therefore, even the "Yunfu Inn", the first inn in Yuancheng, is by no means full of seats at ordinary times. Most of the time, people who come every day only drink tea, brag, and don't spend too much. Can rub a few more dishes, that's all.

Today's noon was no different from normal times. A few idle men were sitting on the first floor bragging by the fire. It happened that a rich man in the city was present. Everyone drank some wine, and what they said meant to comment on the situation.

An old man with gray hair and short beard said with red eyes: "The Taoist priest in Wangcheng is very skilled. He has been a national teacher for six years. He said that with him in the beam, the country must be endless, but look at the foxes, ghosts and evil spirits everywhere. A sign of depression, I came back from the West Mountain a few days ago, and saw that the shop in the ten-mile village outside had already turned into a ghost, filled with black air, and it was really scary."

The rich man on the opposite side took a sip of hops and waved his hands: "Old man Liu, don't talk about the imperial court. What does the imperial court have to do with our poor place? Just tell me if you were frightened by that ghost village, with that look on your face?" Scar, did he bend his legs and fall into the ravine when he came back?"

A group of people burst into laughter, and old man Liu blushed, obviously being hit by the big guy.

Yang Chuanfu was standing by the counter holding a handful of sunflower seeds while listening and nibbling. He was still young and curious about the outside world, but he was a big man for a living. He was afraid that he would be licked by jackals if he couldn't get out of the mountains.

"Xiao Liu, have another jug ​​of wine!"

"Okay~"

Someone asked for wine, Yang Chuanfu immediately agreed, unlike in the past, today he had an extra striker, Zhong Shou took the wine and sent it to the guest's table in two steps, his legs and feet were extremely agile, and he was even and steady.

There was a new face in the inn, so someone naturally asked whose child it was. Yang Chuanfu only said that he was the eldest son of Mr. Zhong Nianqing.

Who is Zhong Nianqing?Many people know about this Yuancheng. He is a benevolent man who made friends with the county magistrate earlier. He has both civil and military skills. He often goes to the mountains to sell the carcasses of beasts, and he also takes on teaching and educating people to make a living .

It's a pity that he was an outsider. The poorer the place, the more xenophobic. The Zhong family appeared in Yuancheng, but in [-], there was no influence to rely on. This autumn, I heard that he died on a hunting trip. In the past two months, Zhong Nianqing's The name is rarely mentioned.

The dead are always quickly forgotten.

The poorer the place, the more people care about their birth. People with no status and value can't catch those snobbish eyes. Yang Chuanfu sees it clearly and doesn't care. respond.

The wind is blowing outside the door, and a little cold air can make people cold for a long time. These people who often come to laze and relax can stay for a whole day.

In the evening, a tall and strong figure in a tiger fur coat walked in from outside the door, and the guests clapped their hands and chatted:

"Boss Yuan is here."

"Yo, Boss Yuan, I haven't seen you for a few days, where are you going?"

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Boss Yuan's real name was Yuan Daqiong. Although he was tall and strong, his face was not fierce, and he bowed to everyone in a friendly manner: "Everyone, drink well, this cold weather will not treat me badly."

Walking all the way, I saw another figure at the counter, looked at it for a moment, smiled and said to Yang Chuanfu: "This is Brother Zhong's son, right?"

"Yes, boss, look..." Yang Chuanfu grinned mockingly.

Yuan Daqiong's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand kindly, "Go, talk upstairs."

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The inn is divided into two floors, with people living on the upper floor and banquets on the lower floor. It is said to be an inn, but it integrates teahouses, banquets, and rentals.

In a big room on the second floor, the three seats are divided into priorities. Although Yuan Daqiong is called "Daqiong", his family is not poor at all. His dead father named him "Daqiong" to warn him to save money. Career is not easy, always frugal and cautious.

"Brother Zhong and I didn't know each other a few years ago, so we had some friendship. Now that something happened to him, if your family is in trouble, I should help."

Yuan Daqiong said something serious, and Yang Chuanfu knew that something bad was about to come, and he never thought that Boss Yuan was a kind person.

Sure enough, facing a 12-year-old child, Yuan Daqiong tried his best to make things difficult:

"But the good thing is up front. I don't support idlers here. I have to exchange every penny and penny with sweat. Don't be late or leave early for daily work. Don't dissatisfy the guests. Don't steal food. Don't go near the cash box. Don't break the dishes and china, don't..."

Yang Chuanfu's face was embarrassing and gloomy, and he kept staring at Zhong Shou, for fear that the boy's stubborn temper would catch him and scold Yuan Daqiong directly.

Fortunately, until the end, Zhong Shouyi didn't say much, just nodded and said: "I can read and write."

Yuan Daqiong showed a teachable expression, threw five silver coins on the table, walked downstairs slowly, and said casually as he walked: "Guests are leaving, remember to clean up well."

"Okay, boss, don't worry." Yang Chuanfu responded quickly, and motioned Zhong Shouyi to take the money on the table.

After nightfall, when it was time to change jobs, Yang Chuanfu pulled Zhong Shouyi out of the side door and walked towards the house.

As soon as Zhong Shou saw Yang Chuanfu took half a crispy chicken leg from the kitchen, he asked, "How did you steal?"

Yang Chuanfu rolled his eyes, "You have sharp eyes, don't follow me if you have the backbone!"

Zhong Shouyi remained silent, bowed his head and continued walking.

The two quickly returned to the Xicheng residential house. Yang Chuanfu saw a small head poking out of the gate of Zhong's small courtyard, and hurriedly walked over with a smile: "Ling'er, are you waiting for us?"

The girl's hands were cold from the cold, her eyes were black and shiny, and she said in a weak voice: "Ling'er is hungry."

Yang Chuanfu hugged the girl distressedly, "Poor Linger, let's go, Brother Six will give you hot sugar buns."

Zhong Shouyi followed behind and said, "Didn't I prepare rice cakes for you when I left?"

The girl said aggrievedly: "It's over."

Zhong Shouyi stopped talking.

After going back to the house to settle down and put the girl to sleep, Yang Chuanfu looked at the mistress who was still half asleep, with a downcast expression, and pulled Zhong Shouyi out of the house.

The stone table in the courtyard was covered with a layer of snow. It had just fallen today, and Yang Chuanfu scratched it clean. He sat on it with his body curled up. He glanced at Zhong Shouyi, and he sat down too.

On the first day when he went to work in the inn, Zhong Shouyi was already at his fingertips, which proved that the young man has a keen mind and a clear understanding, and he will not be a fool when he grows up.

In the night, under the cold wind, Yang Chuanfu wrapped his neck and said:

"In life, the most important thing is to have a full stomach. Your father always taught me to judge the situation, and today I will teach you what is the situation.

There are tens of thousands of households in Yuancheng, and less than a hundred wealthy people. They occupy [-]% of the property and resources of this place. Even the county magistrate's office dare not offend. How can ordinary people challenge them?

Your father had some quarrels with Yuan Daqiong before he was alive, but it was just a verbal dispute, not involving life or death. In private, Yuan Daqiong admired your father very much, you don't know this.

I went to work for him, not because I agreed with his principles of doing things, but to earn some money. He bought my smart skills to watch the store for him, and I earned his money based on my ability. It's not betraying the camp, betraying your father.

In this world, not only the trading of goods is called a business, knowledge, knowledge, ideas, coolies, etc., can all be traded.

You and I have no resources, we can only use knowledge and physical strength to make a living and do things for others. There is no such thing as lowliness and nobility. You have what you want, and others have what you want. It just so happens that the two parties can look up to each other, so you can do this job. work.

If one day you grow up and have the skills of your father, you can go to the mountains to hunt wolves, tigers and leopards to sell their furs, and you don't have to wait on people.

But not now, the current situation is like this, you are not capable of making a living on your own, so serve others honestly and put away your temper.

Do you understand? "

Zhong Shouyi was silent for a long time, then hummed.

I heard Yang Chuanfu continue:

"This place is not a rich and precious land, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with few rivers, lack of trade routes, and ferocious beasts often eat people, making life difficult.

You and I, brothers, stay here for a few more years. When Linger grows up and saves enough money, we will leave here together, and we can go to Daliang 36 states as much as we want. "

Being able to say these words shows that Yang Chuanfu is not a short-sighted person. The reason why he didn't leave Yuancheng now is all due to lack of strength.

Zhong Shouyi and Ling'er were still young, and his wife was sick in bed. No matter how ambitious he was, Yang Chuanfu, the mountains were high and the roads were far away, how could he protect the three of them.

Although this place is a poor city, it can temporarily teach the whole family to have enough food and drink. After all, there are not many scholars. He and Zhong Shouyi are literate, so they can make a living anywhere.

"I know you have to get up early every day to practice, so I won't bother you now, go to bed earlier." After finishing speaking, Yang Chuanfu got up and walked out of the courtyard.

A bell behind him said, "Thank you, old six."

Yang Chuanfu didn't look back, and walked straight to his yard, cursing in a low voice: "Stinky boy, I don't even know how to call him Sixth Brother."

When I got home, I took a shower, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, he saw a black shadow passing by outside the window, and Yang Chuanfu thought he had misread it, but after a while, there was a "bang bang", like the sound of a courtyard wall collapsing, Yang Chuanfu woke up suddenly, put on his clothes and got up.

When I opened the door, I saw that the wall of my house had collapsed. Could it be that it was a thief?

But who in the city doesn't know that the residential area in Xicheng is the poorest, what are the thieves doing here?

Looking across to the small courtyard of Zhong's family, he saw a black shadow almost ten feet tall close to the window of the main house. Yang Chuanfu's eyes were startled, and he didn't know where the courage came from, "Where are the thieves, dare to break into the private house?"

A terrified roar shook the neighbors in front and behind, and the dog barked, but the black figure didn't seem to hear it.

Yang Chuanfu was so angry that he took a wooden stick and rushed straight along the knocked-off courtyard wall. At this moment, he also saw Zhong Shouyi coming out of the house with a heavy object in his hand aimed at the one-foot-high black shadow. hack away.

Although the night was pitch black, the light from the white snow on the ground allowed people to see something clearly. Yang Chuanfu rushed to the middle, and suddenly shivered, shaking on the spot.

He clearly saw that the black shadow was not in the form of a human being, but as ethereal as a sculpture. The wooden sword in Zhong Shou's hand stabbed at it, bursting into sparks.

This is really a ghost, is it true that there are ghosts in this world?Yang Chuanfu didn't believe in evil, and strongly restrained his fear. He rushed forward with a wooden stick and swung it wildly.

As a result, the stick seemed to be hitting cotton. The ghost turned his head, and the startled Yang Chuanfu lay back on the ground. What appeared in front of him was a bird's face with a scarlet beak and white eyes like a drowned corpse in a lake.

The thing was just about to press down and peck itself, but when it heard a strange scream, its belly was pierced by a wooden sword with a green light, kicked back on three legs, strung out of the yard, and floated towards the gate of the city in the dark.

When Yang Chuanfu came back to his senses, he saw Zhong Shouyi's slender body knocked unconscious on the wall, so he hurried over to check his breathing, but luckily he was just unconscious.

Looking down again, I saw that the blue light of the wooden sword, which I thought was miraculous before, had not dissipated at this time, and the three characters 'Zhong Zishan' were impressively listed on the hilt.