SWORD COMES

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Seeing that the young man in brocade didn't look like a joke, Song Ji quickly changed his words and said, "It's ten thousand taels of gold!"

The young man in brocade raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm kidding you."

Song Ji's face was gloomy.

The young man in brocade no longer paid attention to Song's salary, shifted his eyes, and looked at Chen Ping'an: "Thanks to you, I was able to buy that carp today. After buying it back, the more I looked at it, the more happy I became. I thought that I must thank you in person, so I asked Grandpa Wu to take me to come to you overnight."

The young man in brocade took out a heavy embroidery bag and threw it to Chen Ping'an. He smiled brightly and said, "This is a reward. You and I are both clear."

Chen Ping'an just wanted to speak, and the young man in brocade had turned around and left.

Chen Ping'an frowned. During the day, I accidentally saw a middle-aged man walking on the street with a fish basket. The golden carp with a tail and palm was jumping violently in the bamboo basket. Chen Ping'an only glanced at it and felt very festive, so he asked if he could buy it for ten cents. The middle-aged man just wanted to reward his five viscera temple. Seeing that it was profitable, he sat on the ground and raised the price. The lion opened his mouth and insisted on selling it for 30 cents. Chen Ping'an, who was shy in his pocket, didn't have so much spare money, and he really couldn't bear to part with the golden carp. He followed the middle-aged man with a greedy look, trying to cut the price to 15 cents, even 20 cents. Just when the middle-aged man showed signs of loosening, the young man in brocade and the tall man happened to pass by. Without saying a word, they bought carp and fish baskets for fifty yuan. Chen Ping'an could only watch them go, helpless.

Staring at the back of the pair of grandfather and grandchildren getting farther and farther away, Song Jiqi withdrew his vicious eyes and jumped off the wall. He seemed to remember something and said to Chen Ping'an, "Do you remember the four feet in the first month?"

Chen Ping'an nodded. How can I not remember? It's still fresh in my memory.

According to the custom of this town that has been passed down for hundreds of years, if a snake drills into his house, it is a good sign, and the owner will never expel them to kill them. On the first day of the first lunar month, Song Jili sat on the threshold to bask in the sun, and then a gadget commonly known as a four-legged snake jumped into the room under his eyelids. Song Jixian grabbed it and threw it out of the yard. He didn't think that the four-legged snake, which had been smashed, became more and more and more brave. Song Jixun, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, was so angry that he threw it into Chen Ping'an's yard in anger. I didn't think of it. The next day, Song Jifei saw the four-legged snake under his bed.

Song Jiqing noticed that Zhigui pulled his sleeve. He had a good heart with her, and subconsciously swallowed the words that had reached his mouth.

What he wants to say is that the extremely ugly four-legged snake has a bulge on its forehead recently, like horns on the top of its head.

Song Ji said in another sentence, "Zhigui and I may leave here next month."

Chen Ping'an sighed: "Be careful on the way."

Song Ji's salary was half true and half fake and said, "I'm sure I can't move some things. Don't steal things unscrupulously while there is no one in my house."

Chen Ping'an shook his head.

Song Ji suddenly laughed, pointed at Chen Ping'an with his finger, and said with a playful smile, "I'm as timid as a mouse. No wonder there is no noble son in a poor family. Don't say that you will be bullied in this life, and you may not be able to escape in the next life."

Chen Ping'an was silent.

Returning to the house, Chen Ping'an closed the door and lay on the hard wooden bed. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Shattered flat, good year after year; broken peace, safe year after year..."

It was slightly bright, and before the chickens were crowed, Chen Ping'an had already got up. The thin bedding can't keep the heat, and Chen Ping'an has developed the habit of getting up early and going to bed late when he was an apprentice. He opened the door and came to the soft yard. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out and walked out of the yard. He turned his head and saw a delicate figure. He bent down, holding a bucket of water in his hands, and was opening the door of his yard with his shoulders. It was Zhigui, the maidservant of Song. She should have just fetched water from the iron lock well on the other side of Xinghua Lane. Come on.

Chen Ping'an withdrew his sight, crossed the street and trotted all the way to the east of the town. Niping Lane is in the west of the town. At the easternmost gate, there is a person responsible for the entry and exit of the town's business travel and night ban. Usually, he also collects and delivers some family letters sent back from the outside. What Chen Ping'an's next thing to do is to give those letters to the people of the town. The reward is a letter and a copper coin, which he finally asked for. The way to make money. Chen Ping'an has made an appointment with there to take over the stall after February Erlong looked up.

In Song Ji's words, he was born poor. Even if he was blessed to enter the house, Chen Ping'an could not stay. Song Jixing often said some obscure and difficult-to-understand words, which were about the content moved from books. Chen Ping'an always couldn't understand it very well. For example, two days ago, Song Jixun talked about killing teenagers in the cold spring, and Chen Ping'an didn't understand at all. As for getting through the winter every year, there is a period of time when it is colder after spring, but he has experienced it. Song Jiqi said that it was called ***, which was as powerful as the horse gun on the battlefield, so many people would die in these ghost doors.

The town is not surrounded by city walls. After all, not to mention bandits, even thieves and thieves are rare, so it is nominally a gate. In fact, it is a row of old fences. There is such a place for pedestrians and vehicles to pass through, even if it is the face of this town.

When Chen Ping'an trotted past Xinghua Lane, he saw many women and children gathered next to the iron lock well, and the well kept squeaking.

Around another street, Chen Ping'an heard a familiar sound of reading not far away. There is a township school, which was opened by several large families in the town in partnership. Mr. Jiaoshu is a foreigner. When Chen Ping'an was a child, he often ran to hide outside the window, squatted secretly and pricked up his ears. Although he was extremely strict when teaching, he did not scold Chen Ping'an, who was "reading and learning" children. Later, Chen Ping'an went to a dragon kiln outside the town as an apprentice and never went to the school again.

Further ahead, Chen Ping'an passed by a stone archway. Because the archway building was constructed with twelve stone pillars, the locals liked to call it the Crab Archway. The real name of this archway was very differently stated by Song Jixin and Liu Xianyang. Song Jixin solemnly swore that in an old local county chronicle, it was called the Grand Scholar Archway. It was an imperial-bestowed archway by the emperor to commemorate the civil and military achievements of a high official in history.Liu Xianyang, who is like Chen Ping'an, said that this is the crab archway. We have been shouting for hundreds of years, and there is no reason to call it a college scholar's workshop. Liu Xianyang also asked Song Jiqing a question: "How big is the official hat of the university scholar? Is it bigger than the wellhead of the iron lock well?" When asked, Song Ji's face turned red.

At this time, Chen Ping'an ran around the twelve-legged archway. There were four big characters on each side of the archway. The font was strange and looked different. They were "Don't let them", "Don't ask outside" and "Fighting bullfighting". I heard from Song Jiqi that except for a certain four words, the other three plaques and stone carvings have been smeared and tampered with. Chen Ping'an was ignorant of these and never thought deeply about it. Of course, even if he wanted to get to the bottom of it, it was in vain. He didn't even know what the local county chronicle of Song Ji's salary was.