Jiaohua

Chapter 176 I'm Waiting For Someone
The sun grew stronger, and they sat here for about an hour.

At the end of the question, Xia Zhaoyi had nothing to ask, and the little beggar had put nearly thirty copper coins into his pocket.

The bun in his hand was eaten by him. After all, there are so many copper coins, so he can buy it if he wants to buy it in the future.

Seeing that the girl seemed to be leaving, the little beggar felt pity in his heart, and hoped that she would ask a few more questions quickly.

Xia Zhaoyi sat there, looking at the sparkling lake in front of her. The wind on the lake blew down a golden dead leaf. She took it off her head and played with it in her hands.

"What are you thinking about?" asked the little beggar.

The little girl shook her head and said nothing.

She didn't think about anything, she just felt that the government was in a mess.

If it weren't for the morality of the world, it would probably be clear. If it weren't for the morale of those soldiers on the front line, maybe the whole Dagan would have collapsed long ago.

However, Xia Zhaoyi never felt that Emperor Xuanyan was such an incompetent person. He was a very courageous king earlier. He knew what checks and balances were, and what rewards and punishments were. Inside, become so absurd?
"Hello!" The little beggar stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her.

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at him and said, "Don't tell anyone what I asked you today, you know?"

"Who can I tell!"

"If you go to show off to other people, then everyone will know that there is such a way to make money, and you will have no coppers to earn in the future." Xia Zhaoyi said again.

The little beggar paused, raised his hand and scratched his head: "Okay, okay, I got it!"

"Here." Xia Zhaoyi stretched out his hand again.

This time it was no longer copper coins, but she was holding a dime of silver in her hand.

The little beggar's eyes lit up, staring at the money and silver, this time he did not dare to take it, but stammered: "This, for, for me?"

"Change into some good clothes. It's getting colder and colder in autumn, and you can't stand it," Xia Zhaoyi said, handing the money to him, standing up and saying, "I still want to get money from me in the future." Here to make money, come here on the seventh day of every month, I will come here if I want to find you, if I have nothing to ask you, I will not come."

"Okay, okay!" the little beggar said hurriedly.

The little girl turned and left.

The little beggar clutched his little pocket, watched her leaving figure, pinched his face, as if in a dream.

Others said that the pie fell from the sky, but he must have dropped dozens of catties of pie from the sky.

Xia Zhaoyi did not leave the lakeside here, but went to a teahouse on the other side of the lake.

The storyteller is stroking the ruler with a crisp voice.

Xia Zhaoyi sat down in the corner, ordered a pot of tea and some small pastries, rested his chin and looked at the big lake outside.

The little beggar said that the matter of the Xia family was related to the Pan family, so what could be the connection?
The Pan family was founded in Ningzhou, and the incense is not very prosperous, but the few males in the clan are very promising. In the previous generation, the biggest official position was Shang Shuling.

This time, the Pan family was also wiped out.

Xia Zhaoyi always disagreed with the theory of exterminating the door. No matter what crime a person commits, he should not implicate others, especially the maids, servants and nurses in the house who were exterminated.

They came out to serve others in order to make a living, and they would die innocently without doing anything. This world is really difficult for them.

Looking away, Xia Zhaoyi stretched out his finger to dip the tea in the cup, and drew on the table.

Draw a "well" character, and then tap on the blank space.

The little beggar mentioned too many names in his words just now, including the matter of who's family got married. Because he always likes to join in the fun, he can tell a lot.

When rich and powerful families get married, they are all tied with the word "profit". Before marriage, there may not be "profit", but after marriage, they will take care of them.

Here's a weird thing.

Shi Hejia's third son, Shi Zhuowen, married Zhuang Mengyao's niece, Zhuang Jing.

Shi Hejia is still the imperial censor now, because of an old incident, it is said that he had no contact with the Tao family as early as ten years ago.

Moreover, Shi Hejia has a very bad temper and paranoid personality. Anyone who has a close relationship with the Tao family is also treated coldly by him.

However, Zhuang Mengyao and the historian are now considered relatives, but Zhuang Mengyao borrowed troops to Jing'an Hou Tao Daizhuo.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle were both members of the Jiangnan Barracks, and they were taken by the Marquis of Jing'an just because they were borrowed soldiers.

Xia Zhaoyi scribbled aimlessly on the table with her fingers, which was her habit when she was thinking about problems. Her little hand traced the lines on the table and wrote a well at will.

After thinking about it, she got up and called the waiter, and after paying for the tea, she walked away with the untouched cakes on the table.

After going out, he casually gave the cakes to a few beggars, and Xia Zhaoyi walked straight towards Huaizhou Road where Dongping Academy is located.

There is a scent of ink in front of the school, and most of the shops sell paper and ink.

Xia Zhaoyi bought a basket, went to these shops to pick up some paper and ink, and then went to the back door of the school.

The back door is surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is a small stream, and the fallen leaves are spread on the bank of the stream, the whole golden one is really beautiful.

There are many people walking around the back door, all of them are chores in the backyard of the school.

Xia Zhaoyi found a place to sit down and attracted many eyes to her.

"Girl, what are you doing here?" A middle-aged man came over and asked casually.

"I'm waiting for someone." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Wait for who?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "I won't tell you."

In fact, she didn't know that it would be good to come to any of the several respected gentlemen in the school.

"Hey, are you still playing tricks on me?" The middle-aged man smiled, looking at the paper and ink in her basket, "Your prices are not cheap."

"My young master's."

"Your young master doesn't want a little bookboy, what about a little girl like you?"

Xia Zhaoyi paused, looked up at him, and said, "Then I was wrong, it belongs to my lady."

"Can this be wrong?"

"En." Xia Zhaoyi replied, then looked away, not wanting to talk to him.

The middle-aged man asked a few more words, saw that she was indifferent, and wanted to drive her away. Seeing her as a little girl, he thought it was all right, so he left by himself.

What's more, he can't afford to provoke anyone who can come to Dongping Academy to study, and it depends on the owner to beat a dog.

Xia Zhaoyi sat here, waiting calmly. The most she has left now is time, and she can wait for a day or two.

"Ouch, my old waist." A voice came from the front at this moment.

With sharp ears, Xia Zhaoyi immediately recognized the voice and looked up.

Mr. Qiu was supported by someone, and came from the street outside, yelling for people to slow down, while reaching out to support his waist.

Seeing that it was him, Xia Zhaoyi was a little helpless, anyone is fine, how could it be this old Qiutou.

Sure enough, before she got up and went over, Lao Qiutou had already looked over, frowned, stretched out his finger and said: "Which girl from this family, what are you talking about, go away!"

(End of this chapter)