Tibetan Sea Pearl

Mr. Wu's carriage staggered all the way and flew down the mountain. Passers-by on both sides of the mountain road kept dodging and couldn't avoid it.

Mr. Wu who was sitting in the back of the carriage pulled down the curtain, and said to the driver in front, "What's the matter, you're slow, did you not eat?"

The coachman was startled in a daze. When he came down from Guangxiao Temple, Mr. Wu was in a bad mood. Just now he drove his car into the pilgrim's carriage. Only then did I give up and let the way out, or else everyone should not go down the mountain when it gets dark.

Today is really a hit!The coachman was afraid of being scolded, so he forced the carriage to fly.

Along the way, cocks crowed and dogs barked.

"What is that Yang Silang doing recently?" Mr. Wu asked suddenly.

The companion sitting in the carriage shook, "You said that nerd, what else can he do besides reading?"

Hearing what his companion said about Yang Silang, Mr. Wu laughed out loud, as if he let out a sigh of relief, and felt much better. His father often praised Yang Silang in front of him and asked him to follow Yang Silang as an example, so he couldn't see Yang Silang. What's good, of course you can read and go out, and knowing how to read is also a dead book.

Mr. Wu stretched out his frowning brows, his whole body seemed to have been ironed, and he found a comfortable position to lean against in the carriage, "Go back and call Yang Silang, let's go to the tavern for a drink."

The companion couldn't understand Mr. Wu, "Yang Silang doesn't drink well, and he doesn't know how to be arty. When he goes there, he sticks there like a piece of wood."

Mr. Wu smiled at his companion, and shouted to the coachman in front, "If you don't go back to the house, go directly to the tavern."

The horsewhip in the driver's hand paused for a moment, before he realized it, he immediately tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and ran towards the tavern he frequented in the city.

Mr. Wu ordered the servants who followed him to go home and ask Yang Silang to come over. After finishing the order, he went into the tavern talking and laughing with his companions.

The proprietor of the tavern is a middle-aged and young lady with snow-white skin and a moon-like complexion. She cannot tell her age, and her brows are full of charm. Seeing Mr. Wu coming, she hurriedly greeted the guests.

"The old place." Mr. Wu cut to the chase.

"Mr. Wu is really a cheerful person." Yingying, the shopkeeper of the tavern, smiled and called Xiao Er to take the guests to the private room on the second floor.

The tavern manager went back to the counter, playing with her newly brewed red bayberry wine, soaked with red bayberry just picked from this year's tree, and soaked for a while, the wine will be stronger and more delicious.The tavern keeper poured the wine out of a small jug, and was about to take it out for the distinguished guests to taste, when he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the door.

The tavern manager put down the wine jar and walked to the door, only to see a scholar dressed as a scholar hovering at the door.

The tavern keeper smiled and went to pull the scholar, "This little brother is the first time I come back." The first time is unfamiliar and the second time is familiar, she has seen too many such guests, the first time is timid, and the second time it will be fine.

A pair of eyes shimmering on the man, Yang Silang was very uncomfortable being looked at, and he said to the young servant of the Wu family who followed him, "I'd better go back."

"Don't go." A pair of jade hands grabbed him back.

The shopkeeper of the tavern recognized the young man in the back as the young man who often followed Mr. Wu, and hurriedly said, "You are here to look for Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu is upstairs." He beckoned another waiter Take people to find Mr. Wu.

Yang Silang patted the sleeves that had been grabbed by the tavern keeper with a little disgust, straightened his back, and went to the private room on the second floor.

"Silang, come here." Mr. Wu held the jug in one hand, and pointed to Yang Silang who was standing at the door with the other, "You haven't come for so long, we won't enjoy drinking."

The table in the room was full of wine and vegetables, and several jars of wine were scattered on the floor. Judging by the situation, Mr. Wu was planning to not return home until he was drunk.

Yang Silang walked over, took the jug from Mr. Wu's hand, poured himself a glass, and swallowed it down, "Take this glass as if I'm late, and I'm willing to be punished."

Mr. Wu's companion clapped his hands, "Siro is a good drinker."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Mr. Wu, and Mr. Wu looked at the young servant beside him with great sincerity. The young servant cleverly carried the jug and filled the empty glass in front of Yang Silang.

"Silang, I envy you." Mr. Wu leaned over and grabbed Yang Silang's shoulder, "My father is closer to you than his own son."

"Thanks to Wu Daru's great love, my three lives are lucky." Yang Silang cupped his fists and saluted from afar.

"Who told you to be a descendant of the Yang family? Our grandfather of the Wu family received the favor of your Yang family and was taken in by your Yang family to study in the Yang family. His grandfather was talented and intelligent. He read the four books and five classics, and later became a famous Confucian teacher." Saint Master, the favor of one generation of your Yang family needs to be repaid by generations of our Wu family, so that our descendants of the Wu family will remember it from generation to generation."

The two generations of sages of the Wu family, not only the grandfather of the Wu family became a Confucian teacher, but the father of Mr. Wu was also a famous Confucianist with a radius of hundreds of miles.The Wu family came from a poor family and had no food to eat. It was the Yang family who took in Grandfather Wu and let him study in the ethnology.

Speaking of this, Mr. Wu pushed Yang Silang away with one hand, "You are nothing if you leave the Yang family."

Yang Silang sat cross-legged on the floor, "Wu Daru said that he accepted me as a student not because of the relationship between the Wu family and the Yang family, but because of my knowledge."

"Study?" Mr. Wu laughed, "In terms of learning, there are many people who are more knowledgeable than Shiro in the world. Why don't my father accept them as students."

Yang Silang didn't answer, and sat with his back straight.

Mr. Wu grabbed the jug on the table and drank it down, "For the sake of the Yang family and to honor the Yang family, you should study hard."

Yang Silang smiled faintly and shook his head, "I study not for the glory of my ancestors, but for myself."

Mr. Wu looked at him, "People don't kill themselves for their own sake. Of course you study for yourself, for your own fame, and for your own prosperity and wealth."

Yang Silang was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, nor was he angry or surprised, "I study not for fame, but for self-cultivation." After speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it down.

The scholar is polite, but he can't talk about him, Mr. Wu was a little annoyed and grabbed a flagon on the table, and his companion grabbed Mr. Wu's arm and shook it, "Mr. Wu, take a rest, stop drinking, drink again. Go down and get drunk."

"Today we won't go home until we're drunk, and we'll rest when we're drunk." Mr. Wu vigorously pushed his companion away, who fell to the ground.

Mr. Wu's eyes were red with anxiety, and he went to look for the wine pot, but was knocked down by the young man who stepped forward and hugged him. He was so angry and annoyed that he kicked the young man to the base of the wall.

The panic in the room didn't affect Yang Silang at all. Yang Silang drank his wine and ate his appetizers with his head down. If he wanted to make trouble with them, it would be a pity to waste such a good table of wine and food.

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Mr. Wu was so drunk that he was helped by the servant into the carriage.

The carriage shuttled through the bustling and bustling streets like daytime, Mr. Wu murmured, "Idiot, nerd." He couldn't tell whether he was talking in his sleep or talking over wine, but soon, the carriage drove to the gate of Wu Mansion.

The coachman reined in the reins and jumped off the horse, came to help, and helped the boy to carry Mr. Wu into the mansion. Just as he called to open the mansion door, a basin of cold water poured over him.