Lanke Chess Edge

Fortunately, he wore thicker clothes this winter, and he felt better when he was beaten up earlier, and Zhang Shui's face was not injured, so he didn't have to worry about being seen by his family.

Seeing that Zhang Shui's footsteps became much lighter, he speeded up and left, and the two gambling shop thugs who followed him also looked at each other.

"This kid had a bad face just now, why did he become energetic all of a sudden? Isn't he going to report to Dazhen's secretary?"

"No, no, it's not that direction. It should be to go home to raise money. Besides, Dazhen's law also prohibits gambling houses. He Zhang led people to get stolen goods. Many people can testify, just to sue , can't win."

The other nodded.

"Then you should really go home. After all, Zhang's family is not bad. In order to save their son, it should be willing to give out a hundred taels."

"Follow up and see if you don't know, forgive him for not playing any tricks."

The two followed at a suitable distance, and Zhang Shui's footsteps became faster and faster. He knew that there was someone behind him, so he just followed, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Not long after, he returned to the door of the house, rubbed his bruised leg, and then walked into the yard pretending nothing happened.

"Hey, what have you been doing all day, you can't see anyone, and you don't know how to clean and dust the house before the end of the year, and you will have dinner later."

The old mother at home is almost seventy years old, and she is still healthy and has black hair. When she saw her youngest son running back, she scolded her, but the latter just answered "Got it" in a hurry, and ran quickly to her house.

"This child, the eldest is not young, and he will not be able to do anything right. Which girl would be willing to marry him, hey!"

Mother Zhang murmured and sighed, but she didn't think the youngest son was so bad, after all, it wasn't that there were no girls willing to marry her own son.

Zhang Shu hurriedly walked to his house, opened the door and looked around on the ground, and soon found the folded "Fu" character in the corner, which was still crumpled at the moment.

Zhang Sui was overjoyed, as long as he sold the "Fu" character, he would be rich. He went a few steps to reach out to pick it up, but accidentally kicked a stool by the table in the room.

"Bang Dang..." "Ouch!"

Zhang Late lost his balance and fell down. The wind brought up by lying on the ground happened to blow the word "Fu" under the bed.

"Hiss... Whoops, it's really unlucky to fall on flat ground, this damn word..."

Zhang Lie looked under the bed, it was dark inside and he couldn't see clearly, he moved the pedal in front of the bed and groped inside, rubbed a lot of dust but couldn't find the "Fu".

"Damn."

After cursing, Zhang Shui stood up, found a broom, and then stretched it under the bed to sweep it. After a while, he finally brought out the word "Fu".

Zhang Shuai, who picked up the word "Fu", was already covered with dust and kept patting it, but he didn't notice that the word "Fu" in his hand was not stained with dust at all, thinking that he had shaken it clean.

At this time, Zhang Shu's mother also came to his house, and the dust choked his nose when he reached the door.

"Ahem... What are you doing, son, why did you make the whole room dusty?"

"Uh, mother, didn't you say you want to clean, I'm dusting..."

"Cough cough cough... Dust you dust like this? I don't know what you're messing around all day, come out, wash and eat."

Mother reproached, turned around and left first.

"Hey, come right now, come right now."

Zhang Shui put the word "Fu" back into his arms with a little guilty conscience, and then went out to wash.

The father and elder brother went out, and the older sister was married long ago, leaving only Zhang Shui, his younger sister, and his mother. During the meal, Zhang Shui seemed a little guilty. He usually talked a lot today, but he only picked up vegetables for dinner, and didn't say a few words.

After eating, Zhang Shu hurriedly left the table and returned to the room where the dust had just landed, with one hand covering his chest, lying on the bed a little upset.

During this period, Zhang's mother came into the house with a mop and helped Zhang Shui clean up the dust in the house, and even dragged it to the ground.

It was getting dark, but Zhang Shui was sleepless all the time. He lay on the bed thinking wildly, and even considered the possibility of telling his mother everything, but after thinking about the consequences, he shivered and gave up.

'Go to the market early tomorrow morning to set up a stall, it would be best if the sergeant from Dazhen could come...'

The next day Zhang Shui got up early, picked up a pole and a basket after breakfast, and hurried outside with the rest of his private money.

Before leaving the courtyard, I tripped over the threshold of the courtyard gate and fell on my stomach. My thick winter clothes hurt for a while.

Zhang Rate didn't go directly to the market. Like the past few times, he went to the old uncle Yu who had a close relationship with his father, bought a batch of accessories, combs and other items at a low price, and then went to the market with baskets.

Picking an empty corner of the bazaar, Zhang Shuai laid out the baskets, spread out the word "福", and began to yell loudly.

...

Chen Shou didn't come today, because Zhang Sui said that he would not show up until noon at the earliest, and it might be afternoon later, but it's not long before dawn, and the market is full of early-morning vendors, and there is no passenger flow. How many.

Zhang Shui yelled loudly, and soon realized that there were not many guests coming and going, and it was a waste of emotion, so he could only wait, and yelled from time to time, so as not to miss people.

However, Chen Shou didn't come, but Qi Yuantian came today. He didn't have any strong purpose, but he had been in the barracks for a long time and wanted to go out for a stroll and buy something along the way.

Looking around all the way, Qi Yuantian always had a smile on his face. Of course, the market in Haiping City is far worse than the Gyeonggi Province he remembered, but it also has its own characteristics, one of which is the extremely rich seafood. .

"Come and see, fresh conger eel." "There are good crabs here, and they are all alive!"

"Sea bass, sea bass, fifteen catties of fresh sea bass~~" "Tiger fish, eat milk~~~"

Those big fish, prawns, and big crabs were packed into wooden boxes with sea water, some of them were dead, some were still alive and kicking, it was a novelty for a person like Qi Yuantian who had never seen the sea before.

And when Qi Yuantian walked by, the people in those stalls yelled harder, not only because Qi Yuantian looked like a scholar at first glance, but also because this scholar had a sword on his waist, and this kind of scholar had a belt on his face. With such a curious look, there is a high probability that there is only one possibility, this person is a scholar from Dazhen.

"Selling the word 'Fu', a masterpiece of a famous master, has been consecrated by an expert, please go home and have auspiciousness in the coming year, as long as ten taels of gold~~~~"

Not far away, Zhang Shuai also yelled, attracting Qi Yuantian's attention, how dare he charge ten taels for selling the word "Fu"? Could it be that calligraphers write "Baifu stickers" and the like, and write the word "Fu" in a hundred different styles?

Scholars are of course interested in such things, and Qi Yuantian is no exception, so he followed the sound to find the past. There were also two or three people looking at things at Zhang Li's booth over there, but they only looked at the hairpins and combs on the ground.

Qi Yuantian walked closer, and at a glance from a little distance away, he saw just a big square letter of blessing, the kind that was pasted on the door, and suddenly lost interest, and smiled as he walked.

"You stall owner, your asking price is too bluffing. It's too much to dare to ask for ten taels of gold for the word 'Fu'..."

The word wishful thinking failed to come out of Qi Yuantian's mouth, and when he saw the word "Fu" nearby, he was stunned.

"That's right, this guy is crazy about money, and he came here to sell it before." "Yeah, no one takes it seriously hahaha..."

"Go, what do you know, someone here will buy it."

When Zhang Shui said this, the scholar who looked up and saw the words on the booth stared at the words in a daze, and suddenly smiled.

"How about it, is this word written well?"

Qi Yuantian took his eyes off the words with difficulty, looked at Zhang Shuai and nodded.

"It's not just good... this word... this word is simply..."

Qi Yuantian didn't continue talking, although it was absurd to buy a word for ten taels of gold, and there was no sign at all for this word, but this word had an indescribable feeling.

"How did this word come from? Who wrote it? But there are other calligraphy and paintings?"

Zhang Late was also refreshed now. The scholar in front of him, who was obviously Dazhen, seemed to be really interested in this word. Did he want to buy it?

‘Could it be that people in Dazhen really think differently? '

Throwing away the thoughts in his mind, Zhang Shui hurriedly said.

"When my father was young, an expert would write it. Let me tell you, this word is mysterious. After so many years, the color of the ink is as good as new. There is only this one in my house. How can there be more? Ten taels of gold is definitely not Exaggeration, if you really want to buy it, I can make it a little cheaper..."

Zhang rate used the same rhetoric again, while Qi Yuantian had already started to calculate his own money, and asked a question by the way.

"How much cheaper?"

Zhang rate was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

"Do you really want to buy it? Uh, cough cough, I mean, if you really want to buy it, I think you should be a scholar from Dazhen. I have always admired you men who go out with swords the most. If you want to buy it, nine taels of gold , I will sell it to you for nine taels of gold, which is a tael cheaper!"

"Nine taels, nine taels..."

Qi Yuantian silently calculated in his heart, gritted his teeth and took out the money bag from his bosom.

"There are about twelve taels of silver, forty taels of gold, and a hundred or ten copper coins in it. I still have Dazhen's salary and official ticket. I have fifty taels of silver. The total price may be a little less than nine taels of gold. But not too much, if you are willing, follow me to the nearest book office right now, and you should be able to exchange it there!"

Zhang Shui stood up immediately, took Qi Yuantian's purse and grabbed it, feeling the touch of gold, silver and copper coins inside, even took out a gold ingot and bit it hard, feeling more and more excited.

"You can't go back on your word! Uh, I mean, it's settled! Close the stall, let's go now!"

These big-time scholars are relatively trustworthy, and now they have heavy money bags in their hands.

Qi Yuantian and Zhang Shuai both had excited faces, and they went together to the place where the scribe sits. In fact, it was the original Yamen. Dare to get too close, but still know that they entered the Yamen.

"What should I do? They're in!" "Wait a minute, those are Dazhen's scholars, most of whom are serving in the army, so they can't be provoked..."

Qi Yuantian was originally a member of the army. After showing his waist card, he was able to travel without hindrance, and he was able to exchange for silver very smoothly. After checking the authenticity of the official ticket, the secretary personally handed over five ten taels of silver ingots to Qi Yuantian. Yuantian, you must know that Qi Yuantian can be regarded as the immediate boss of the secretary.

"Mr. Qi, your money."

"Okay, thank you."

Qi Yuantian thanked him and left the Kumen, and then directly handed the money that was not yet hot to Zhang Shuai, who was waiting eagerly, and the latter took the money happily.

"Hahahaha, I can't die now!"

"Huh? Zhang Rate, are you selling calligraphy to save lives?"

Qi Yuantian unfolded the word "Fu" to read, and asked curiously. It's strange to say that the paper is not wrinkled at all.

"Hey, it's a mistake in gambling. I thought I was lucky and good at cards, but unexpectedly I was set up, saying that I was cheating, and I owed a huge debt of a hundred taels. Hey, now that I have raised money, they should be able to let go of it." I..."

"What? Designed to harm you?"

Qi Yuantian frowned, and looked at Zhang Rate seriously.

"Are you serious? You really didn't do anything wrong, did they harm you?"

Zhang Rate was taken aback, why did the scholar next to him suddenly become fierce.

"I, every sentence is the truth... I have only learned the horse tag not long ago, and I am a local Shengdou commoner. If I can run away as a monk, I can't run away from the temple. How can I dare to spend money in a gambling shop? Isn't this courting death?"

Qi Yuantian nodded.

"It's reasonable, hum, dare to violate my Dazhen's regulations, this gambling house is too rampant, it's just courting death!"

Zhengchou couldn't find a way to establish his prestige and win the hearts of the people around Haiping City. This was almost delivered to his door, and he suddenly thought of something after saying such an angry word.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Zhang, in my purse... there are two copper coins that mean a lot to me. They were gifts from my elders. I was in a hurry to buy calligraphy just now, so I didn't take them out because of the excitement. It's inconvenient for you. ..."

"Hey, it's only two pennies. If you want to say something polite, Mr. Qi can find it himself."

Zhang Rate opened the money bag directly and generously.

Qi Yuantian was overjoyed, and quickly searched for it, and saw the two special copper coins at a glance, and took them out.

"Just these two, it's alright, it's alright!"

Qi Yuan just got these two coins, that is, rubbed the word "Fu" in his hand, felt that the word "Fu" was a little loose and almost fell off, so he tightened it, but the copper coins in his hand were loose.

Huh...huh...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the copper coin in his hand was about to fall, Qi Yuan Tianxia consciously grabbed it with both hands, grabbed the copper coin, but the word "Fu" in his hand fell off, and was blown up by the wind.

Huh... woo... woo...

The cold wind suddenly became stronger, and instead of landing on the ground, the word "Fu" rose with the wind.

"My words! My words!"

Qi Yuantian was in a hurry, chasing and shouting, seeing the word "Fu" spread out in the wind, with the wind directly ascending to the sky...

...

Away from thousands of mountains and rivers, in the guest house inside Tuntian Beast, Ji Yuan's hand holding the pen paused slightly, the corner of his mouth raised, and then continued to write.

"Hey……"

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