Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Dark clouds cover the sky at night, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between layers of clouds, then is obscured.

The Zeng family's dinner was over. Zeng Nong took the fourth son Zeng Kui, who had a slightly yellow complexion, to count the money and food he had received in the recent period under the light. The eldest son Zeng Tu was called back to the room by his daughter-in-law after finishing the meal. I don't know what to do.

"Mom, are you going to bed?" Zeng Suonai, the third son with a purple complexion, asked as he looked at Zeng Sheng who was sending his mother home.

"Third brother, don't worry. Mom has been busy all day today and is quite tired. She has already gone to bed."

Zeng Sheng has a fair complexion and no beard on his chin. He is a famous white-faced young man in Zeng Tau Market. Recently, many matchmakers have come to Zeng Tau Market for matchmaking, but old man Zeng has been thinking about choosing a good in-law, and has never been able to do so. Decide.

"My bones are a little weak." Zeng Mi, who was strong and sturdy, touched his black prickly beard, reached for the tea cup and took a sip, gargled it in his mouth, and swallowed it again: "It's time for tomorrow. I will help my mother-in-law and do more work at home."

"It's rare for you to have such filial piety." Old Man Zeng snorted: "Whenever you have time, you can go to the horse farm to help. You don't dare to work at home for a 'strong man' like you. Just find a few village women."

Zeng Mi shrank and became silent. When old man Zeng came to the south, he was still young. Later, he fell in love with a young lady from a wealthy family. He slowly became the current leader of Zengtou Market. Although Zeng Mi was not born to that woman, he was raised by her. Therefore, he is not bad for his adoptive mother. Moreover, he is as strong as an ox, but he is idle every day. Zeng Nong was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Elder Zeng looked at his sons and curled his lips: "You can learn from Shiro, read some books, and practice martial arts every day. If you practice martial arts to a great extent, you will give orders to those Song people. You won't know how to die by then." Hell, as long as you have some fame, others will still look down upon you."

The fourth son, Zeng Kui, looked at his father, he lowered his head and did not dare to say anything. The other three, the second son, Zeng Mi, had expressions of indifference. The third and fifth sons looked at each other, and Zeng Sheng said, "Dad, it's the Jurchens who are the cause of death." , don’t they all say that the Jurchens admire the strong? Isn’t our martial arts training inherited from our martial temperament? Why do you want us to study now?”

The old man snorted: "You two know nothing. Wherever you live, you have to adapt to the rules. Song Dynasty respects literature. You don't want to be a messenger, but you are always there." Practice martial arts and be the one being commanded..."

He stretched out his thin and strong old hands and pinched his forehead: "How did I give birth to five idiots like you?"

Zeng Sheng wanted to say something else, but Zeng Suo grabbed him, shook his head and said, "Dad, it's too late to talk about this now. Besides, isn't it good for us to be as capable as Teacher Shi and Teacher Su?"

The old man glanced at him, then grunted and put his hand on his lap: "They are both capable and capable, but Song Guan'er doesn't like them, so what's the use of him having the ability to move mountains and seas?"

"Dad, isn't it chilling to say this?" Zeng Kui, the fourth child who writes calculations, couldn't help but say a compliment: "After all, these two teachers have been in our family for two or three years and they are very careful in teaching us. They say things like this behind our backs." Isn’t he a bad person?”

Zeng Nong blushed when he heard this: "Set your account!"

The four sons didn't dare to say anything anymore. They lowered their heads and continued to count. The old man stood up with his hands behind his back and nodded to his sons: "Tomorrow they will go to the racecourse to help me. I have only been raising your brothers all day long to ruin the family business for me." , don’t imitate your big brother’s prodigal son.”

"Brother is not a prodigal son..."

Zeng Kui couldn't help but muttered something, but Zeng Neng glared at him fiercely, and he hunkered down at his desk to write, not daring to say anything more.

"Not even that!"

"I heard you, Dad."

Amidst the scolding, several men had to answer. After the old man got the answer he wanted to hear, he walked out swaying with his hands behind his back. The four young people saw that their father was walking out of sight, and then they all relaxed. tone.

"They want us to go to the horse farm again." Zeng Mi curled his lips: "I also made an appointment with someone to go hunting tomorrow, so now..." He clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to be scolded for not keeping my word."

"Tomorrow I will practice archery with Teacher Su, but now I have to push back."

"I also asked Teacher Shi... There are so many dealers in the house, but we are the ones who are not very good at work. I don't know what dad thinks." "Don't say anything anymore, go to bed early. Every time I help my father do some work, I can't survive more than half a day. It's not as relaxing as practicing martial arts with two coaches, and nothing happens in a whole day."

The four brothers complained to each other and got up and left one after another. The fourth brother, Zeng Kui, was left holding the pen and cursing: "I am the only one left here again, so unloyal!"

I had no choice but to keep my head down and continue writing and calculating.

……

At three o'clock in the morning, Shi Wengong, who was waiting with a spear in hand, looked at the empty field and sighed.

He is less than thirty years old. He has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a short beard on his chin. He does not look strong, but he gives people a strong feeling.

"It seems that no one is here today."

There was a voice coming from behind, and Shi Wengong knew that the person who came was playing host to Su Ding. He turned around and saw a figure with a strong back and a strong waist. He did not answer, but nodded in response.

"Which gentleman does Brother Shi have an appointment with?" Su Ding rubbed his fleshy nose: "My younger brother has an appointment with Mr. Sanlang, who is a horseman and archer."

"Four." Shi Wengong spat out the word and continued to remain silent.

"If that's the case, Mr. Si Lang likes to learn from Mr. Da Lang the most, and Brother Shi is good at marksmanship. It would be strange not to ask Xin for advice." Su Ding looked astonished when he heard this.

"Yes." A cold voice came, and Shi Wengong raised the gun and walked outside.

"Brother Shi, where are you going?" Su Ding looked at his back and shouted.

"Wine." The standing figure turned his head, looked at the assistant teacher behind him and tilted his head: "Come?"

"Of course I have to do things like drinking." Su Ding laughed, looked at the figure in front of him with his hands on his hips, and sighed: "Brother Shi, please say a few more words next time. It sounds really tiring to listen like this."

"Okay." Shi Wengong nodded, thought for a moment and said seriously: "Okay."

"..." Su Ding looked at the other party speechlessly, and finally lowered his head under the serious gaze from the other party: "That's all, you can say as many words as you want."

"Okay." Shi Wengong nodded seriously when he heard this.

"Let's go, let's go." Su Ding didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he quickly grabbed the man's arm and walked out: "Let's go to the old place, the sauced pork made there tastes good."

The person behind didn't say anything, just nodded. Su Ding didn't get a response for a long time. He looked back at Shi Wengong in confusion, and got an even more confused look. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and just kept his head down.

……

Further away, there was smoke and dust. (End of chapter)