surnamed Wang

Chapter 230

When a young man in his early twenties saw a boy who was a few years younger than himself, he twitched his lips and said with a smile:

"Yo! Jiang Dacai came out of the mountain?"

The young man who was named Xiucheng by the old Confucian scholar had a stern expression on his face, and he didn't want to deal with this skinless guy. He gently closed his slightly wide cuffs, and was about to step forward to help the old Confucian scholar.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, the young man became more and more arrogant:
"Hey you heartless, forgot where did you get the jacket?"

After all, the boy was younger, his skin was not thick enough, his face flushed and said:

"What's the big deal, I won't wear it anymore!"

The young man smiled even more when he saw this, "Take it off if you don't wear it."

"Take it off!"

The young man couldn't bear to be provoked, so he wanted to take off the long gown made of brocade.

"Let's make it clear in advance, even if you take off the gown, I won't spit out the drunk crab that I eat in my mouth."

The young man's face is comparable to that of a city wall, and he has no sense of cannibalism.

"..."

Although he has not traveled thousands of miles at such a young age, the young man who has read thousands of volumes of books is at a loss for a while, his hands are hanging in mid-air, and he can't take them off, and he won't do it if he doesn't take them off.

Seeing this, the old Confucian scholar shook his head, his grandson was still a little tender, with the arrogance of a scholar, but less tactful and flexible.

Seeing this, the young man did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead gave the opponent a step:

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to take it off. The more you provoke me, the less I'll be moved. How can I return something when it's in my hand?"

"..." The young man was speechless again. He really couldn't figure out how the other party was clearly confronting him just now, so how could he speak for himself again.

He said in a deep voice, "Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you."

Hearing the words, the young man continued his fallacious reasoning: "Crying children have milk to drink. Which of those extremely courtiers and high officials is thin-skinned? Let me tell you, you read too much, and everyone is stupid. "

The young man was a little unconvinced, and just about to defend himself, he saw a big yellow dog running from the west side of the yard with its tongue out and its tail wagging, and finally stopped in front of the young man.

Seeing this, the young man squatted down and started playing with the big dog named Ah Huang. The yellow dog was very excited to see the young man. He stood on his front legs off the ground and licked his face with his tongue.

The young man couldn't bear the big dog's saliva, so he gently pushed it away, and still kept talking to himself:

"I've been here so many times, Ah Huang knows how to wag his tail when he sees me, some people are not as good as a dog, alas..."

He sighed pretentiously, but he didn't wait for the young man's rebuttal. The young man raised his head to look at the other party strangely, but he also looked strange when he saw the other party.

After a long time, the boy finally said leisurely:
"The direction Ah Huang went just now was the toilet."

"..." The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then jumped up, "Old Jiangtou, hurry up, where is the water tank? I said why the smell is so strong today."

The young man looked on coldly, the old Confucian scholar couldn't laugh or cry at first, then shook his head, brought the rice wine and crab into the kitchen.

……

After nightfall, three people, young and old, sat in the small hut. The flame of the oil lamp on the table was only the size of soybeans. A gust of breeze blew by, flickering and flickering, and it was about to go out.

The old man squeezed the flames with his hands, and finally kept the light.

"I said Old Jiangtou, you are really generous to your grandson. There are shelves full of books, and there are many rare and rare copies. Why do you search for yourself like this?"

The young man put a crab leg in his mouth and chewed it repeatedly.

The old man just smiled and didn't speak. The young man on the side spoke up and said:
"The book has its own golden house. When I pass the imperial examination and become an official in the court, I will naturally not let my grandfather live like this again."

The young man spat out the residue in his mouth and said with a smile:

"Boy, do you really think it's that easy to become an official? Even if you are really successful, you have no qualifications and no background, at most you can become a small official with sesame and mung beans in a place where there is no money.

Furthermore, with your sour temper, even if you are given a lucrative job, you may not move at all, on the contrary, you may ruin the fortunes of other colleagues, and you will be pushed out until you can't bear it, and you will voluntarily dismiss from office Please resign. "

After the young man finished speaking, he picked up his glass and took a sip of the rice wine inside.

Being belittled by someone who is not a few years older than himself, the young man naturally couldn't stand it, he said coldly:

"Why are you so sure? Even if you are from the capital city, but you are not a son of an official, and you are not a relative of the emperor, how dare you say something about the officialdom.

If you really have that ability, why don't you go for a test yourself and use the flattery you are best at? "

The young man didn't answer, but just broke off the crab claws, peeled and tasted slowly, completely ignoring the change in the boy's face.

After he finished eating the crab claws, he said slowly:
"How do you know that I am not a son of an official, or a relative of the emperor?"

The young man snorted coldly, "It's just because you have the cheek to come here every day to eat and drink."

The young man burst out laughing, uncovered the green shell on the back of the drunk crab, and said to the old Confucian scholar:
"Old Jiangtou, I ate your pickled drunk crab, and my mouth is stuck. I can't get used to the food in the city."

After speaking, suck and slip, and inhale the crab roe into the abdomen.

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said:
"Eat it every day if you like it. Although this food is not expensive, you can't eat too much. If you eat too much with a greedy mouth, you will inevitably get cold in your stomach, and running stomach is unavoidable."

"Understood, understood, this thing is just a fresh taste. If you serve it in a pot at a time, it will be enough for a while, and you will definitely feel like vomiting when you see it later. It's still good, and the water keeps flowing."

"That's right." The old Confucian scholar nodded appreciatively, "By the way, talking about running belly, is your friend better?"

The young man nodded, "Thanks to your prescription, the doctor said, if the diarrhea hadn't been stopped in time, it might not have been able to survive.

Before I came today, my friend specifically asked me to thank you, saying that if it wasn't for you, I would explain it here this time. "

The old Confucian scholar stroked his beard and smiled, recalling what happened a few days ago.

That day, the old Confucian scholar was explaining the art of "Zongheng" to his grandson when he suddenly heard a yellow dog barking from the courtyard.

When the old Confucian scholar and Jiang Xiucheng went out, they saw a carriage parked outside their courtyard. Five people got off the carriage, two men and three women. One of the men was helping another man, and the other three women had different expressions. .

"Dare to ask the old man, is there a medical center nearby?"

The leading man in a white gown asked the old Confucian scholar.

"It's in Jialu City, three miles away from here."

The old Confucian scholar pointed in the direction of Fucheng.

"Thank you, old man."

After a simple thank you, the man was about to help his companion to leave. At this moment, the man who seemed to be seriously ill suddenly said:
"Brother, no, it's coming again."

The long-clothed man showed helplessness when he heard the words, and cupped his hands at the old Confucian scholar:

"Old man, can I borrow the toilet?"

"Can……"

As soon as the old Confucian scholar spoke, the seriously ill man was supported and staggered into the toilet, and then the noise was loud.

The yellow dog at home showed excitement when he heard the sound, and was pinned down by the young master.

……

These five people are exactly Wang Gangquan and his party.

In the latrine, Wang Bingquan covered his nose, looking at Pu Wen who had been stretched into a soft-legged shrimp, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Junior brother, why do you dare to put everything in your mouth, that croton can be eaten casually?"

Pu Wen, who was almost collapsed, could only moan and chirp, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. If Wang Gangquan hadn't lifted his collar, he might have fallen into the latrine long ago.

Pu Wen has learned a lot since he experienced the honey and persimmon incidents. He has to ask Wang Bingquan before he dares to eat anything.

From Zhongzhou to Bashu, they encountered a lot of wild fruits along the way. Every time Pu Wen saw an unfamiliar fruit, he got the answer that it was edible, so he gradually let go of his vigilance.

After arriving in the territory of Bashu, Wang Gingquan felt tired, so he squinted for a while, unexpectedly something happened soon.

Pu Wen saw a bunch of fruit growing on the arbor by the side of the road, so he grabbed a bunch of fruits, and looked back at Wang Bingquan, only to find that the other party had already fallen asleep.

Pu Wen didn't have the nerve to bother him. Seeing that the fruit was similar to the apricots he ate before, he thought it shouldn't be poisonous, so he ate four or five of them. Unexpectedly, after half an hour, his stomach felt stronger.

At the beginning, it came every half an hour, and then every quarter of an hour. When Wang Qingquan woke up, he felt strange and asked him what was going on.Pu Wen didn't dare to say that he was sneaking and eating again, so he found an excuse that he had a bad stomach from eating in the morning, and he wanted to bear it and let it go.

Unexpectedly, it became more and more serious as it went on, almost as soon as the trousers were lifted, the embankment was about to burst again.

Only then did he get scared, took out the remaining fruit, and honestly told Wang Gangquan what happened, when the latter saw Croton, his face turned green.

A few people were in the wilderness, and there was no one else within a hundred miles, let alone a medical clinic, so Pu Wen could only walk all the way.

The dignified No. [-] warrior in the North, finally pulled so hard that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

……

When Wang Gangquan and Pu Wen finally came out of the latrine, the old Confucian scholar stopped them. Just when the two were puzzled, they saw the other handing over a bowl of brown soup.

"My little brother, just now I heard from some girls that you ate crotons by mistake. I happen to have some antidiarrheal herbs at home, so I cooked a bowl for you. Drink it if you don't mind it. It should last for a while."

"Uh huh."

Pu Wen hummed weakly.

"He said thank you."

Wang Bingquan explained, then took the porcelain bowl and poured the medicinal liquid into Pu Wen.

Since Pu Wen's legs had softened into noodles, Wang Gingquan had no choice but to temporarily settle him in the home of an old Confucian scholar he had just met, while the other three women were arranged in an inn in the city due to limited space.

When Wang Gingquan rushed back with the doctor, he found that Pu Wen's complexion had improved a bit. After asking, he found out that the bowl of medicine had indeed had an effect, and it had subsided for half an hour.

Taking advantage of the doctor's diagnosis, Wang Bingquan curiously asked the old Confucian scholar:
"Old man, you are not a doctor, how can you have antidiarrheal medicine at home?"

The old Confucian scholar glanced at his grandson and said with a smile:

"A few days ago, this child was like that young master. He ate croton by mistake. I went to ask the doctor to get some medicine. He stopped after drinking two bowls, so there was a lot left."

"I see."

Cooperating to steal crotons, only children can do it.

On the bed, Pu Wen was still moaning.

……

That night, the old Confucian scholar pickled a few drunk crabs and cooked a pot of white porridge to entertain the two young men who came from the capital.

Of course, Pu Wen didn't have this blessing to eat drunk crabs, so he could only eat plain porridge honestly, which gave Wang Jingquan an advantage, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider, and took Pu Wen's share into his arms , One person ate two.

Chatting during the dinner made Wang Gingquan feel more cordial to the old man. The old Confucian scholar is an authentic Bashu native, with a Bashu accent and a strong accent.

But it was effortless for Wang Gangquan to talk to him, because in his previous life, his grandfather was also from Bashu, and that was one of the few warm memories of his previous life.

……

After dinner, Wang Gingquan sat at the door, tasting what could barely be called tea.

This kind of water made of tea powder is already considered a rare and rare thing here.

The grandson of the old Confucian scholar also came out at this time, and squatted down not far from Wang Jingquan, seemingly teasing the big yellow dog again, but glanced at him from time to time.

"What is your name?"

Wang Gangquan looked at the young man who had been looking at him since eating, and took the initiative to talk to him.

"Jiang Xiucheng." The boy replied.

Wang Gangquan looked at this child who looked a little immature, but his height was already close to his own child, and joked:
"I'm not a big girl. Why do you always look at me secretly? The three girls are prettier than the other this afternoon. I don't think you even touched them."

"Your gown looks pretty." The boy replied truthfully.

"That's Rui Fuxiang's material."

Wang Gangquan would actually look more like a child than the boy opposite, showing off without restraint.

The young man just took a few more glances, and then looked away. The clothes are expensive just by looking at them, and he may not be able to afford them in his life.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence made his heart, which had been so hard to be silent, heat up again:

"Give you a set?"

"Huh?" The boy was surprised.

"I said I'll give you a set, but there are conditions. I think your dog is quite fat. It's a pity not to use it for hot pot."

After Wang Gangquan finished speaking, he still did not forget to stare at the big yellow dog with a green light in his eyes.

Hearing the words, the young man immediately became nervous, hugged his yellow dog in his arms, and said with an unkind expression, "Don't even think about it!"

Wang Gingquan smiled and continued to drink his tea.

……

Early the next morning, the two young men left the courtyard.

That night, the guy in the pure white gown drove over again.

"Xiao Chengxiu, brother is here to bring you a coat, don't look at me like that, I was joking last night, this is your thank you for saving my junior brother."

As Wang Gingquan said, he handed over a bundle, and seeing that the young man didn't pick it up, he put it on the bed directly, then ignored him, turned his head and walked towards the kitchen.

On that day, Wang Gingquan had a cheeky meal at the old Confucian scholar's house, and it was like this every day for the next few days.

……

"I said, boy, why don't you go to the big restaurants in the city, and insist on coming to my thatched cottage to eat and drink?
Don't tell me that you are short of money, you can wear all the clothes of Ruifuxiang in the capital, and you are not short of the money for these few meals. "

In the dimly lit hut, the old Confucian scholar, who rarely had a big drink, expressed his doubts through the strength of alcohol.

From his eyesight, the young man in front of him was not simple, maybe he was really a son of an official and a relative of the emperor.

Wang Bingquan smiled and didn't answer, his eyes showed reminiscence.

Ever since he was sensible, his parents had been arguing almost every day, because they were quarreling over something big. At that time, he felt that the two of them would have to leave sooner or later.

Until one day, the two went to divorce him without notifying him, and then went about their own business as if nothing happened.

The young Wang Gingquan went to his grandfather's house by car alone, and stayed there for half a year.

He remembered that when the old man was eating, he always liked to smoke a bag of cigarettes first, and then began to enjoy the food in a serious manner. There were no rare things in the countryside at that time, but the river crabs in the autumnal equinox were full of fat.

At that time, the old man was in good health, and he often went down the river to touch crabs. Once he caught a basket, he would marinate them all when he came back.

When Wang Jingquan was a child, he couldn't eat enough, until he was full, and he didn't know how to restrain himself until he broke his stomach once and was on an IV drip for three days.

The old man in my impression always likes to sing Sichuan opera to him in an authentic Bashu accent after eating.

Now it seems that Wang Gangquan finally understands the reason why he likes to come here.

The old Confucian scholar in front of him not only has an accent that resembles the old man, but even the taste of the drunk crab is very similar.

……

"I'm homesick." Wang Bingquan muttered in a low voice.

"What?" The old Confucian scholar's ears were not so clear after drinking.

"It's nothing, why don't I recognize you as foster father." Wang Gangquan suddenly said seriously.

"Think beautifully!"

Jiang Xiucheng reacted quickly, this guy was clearly trying to take advantage of him.

"Hahaha... You saw it, come, drink!" Wang Gangquan didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Haha, you are so strange, the old man can't see through it, come, drink!" the old man said heartily.

……

(End of this chapter)