first-class champion

Long-term rule will lead to chaos, and long-term unity will lead to division. The formerly powerful Tang Dynasty has come to an end.Just in July, Bianliang City, with its infinite scenery, is still so intoxicating, but it has a bit more heat.

At the east gate of the city, the flow of people coming and going did not decrease much because of the hot and dry weather.The sound of street hawking is endless.The best business is a small stall selling clogs.Clogs, as the name suggests, are slippers made of wood.

And the owner of this small stall is naturally Duan Mingyu, Duan Mingyu is currently busy counting the results of the morning.After weighing the heavy purse, the smile on Duan Mingyu's face suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he said to another busy figure at his stall: "Brother Xu, this morning is another bumper harvest, ah!"

Xu Zuye wiped off his sweat: "You are free, I, Xu Zuye, is the most famous person in Bianliang City, and I let you help me with Bang, how easy is it for me, old man!" Xu Zuye had a sad face Dismal, as if there are endless grievances.

"Brother Xu, what we do is mental labor, and what you do is physical labor. Our duck pears are all the same size. I have seen your hard work. Old Sun, bring two bowls of iced sour plum soup. Let me and Brother Xu Quench your thirst, this damn weather!" Duan Mingyu called.

"Okay, here we come, brother Duan, here is your iced sour plum soup." The old grandson at the side handed two bowls of sour plum soup to the two with a smile, took the money swiftly, and walked away in a hurry .

Duan Mingyu took a sip of the cool sour plum soup, and the heat all over his body suddenly disappeared. He just felt refreshed. Looking at Xu Zuye whose expression eased a bit, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would be very bad if Xu quit his job in a fit of anger.Looking at the noisy market and the flow of people passing by, Duan Mingyu's thoughts could not help drifting far away...

Since the previous house was destroyed to the point that there was not even a single scum left, Duan Mingyu chose to stay at Xu Zuye's house, as the saying goes, "All the prosperity of the world is for profit." Duan Mingyu resolutely chose his old business - setting up a street stall.

Originally, he just wanted to earn some living expenses by carving clogs, but he didn't expect clogs to be so popular in this era, and the supply seemed to be in short supply. Xu Zuye was a jobless vagabond. He rushed over to help Duan Mingyu.

"Hey, your wooden shoes are pretty nice, how much is a pair?" Duan Mingyu, who was in deep thought, was brought back to reality by a question, only to see a little girl about six or seven years old standing in front of her, with a pierced hair on her head. Wearing a little bun, she showed two white canine teeth when she spoke, her face was like a jade peck carved in powder, and wearing a pair of tiger-head boots, she looked very cute. Duan Mingyu couldn't hold back and looked at it for a while, but some Sometimes, looking at others indiscriminately will be punished.

"Grandpa, why isn't this man talking anymore? Is he dumb? He's so young, so pitiful." The little girl who was carved with jade pecked in pink asked doubtfully, with a trace of sentimentality in her pitiful voice.

Only then did an old man with long beards appear in people's field of vision, his figure was like a ghost, and when he looked carefully, his cloudy old eyes showed a hint of dryness.The old man's face trembled, and he said to Duan Mingyu: "Ahem, little brother, my little granddaughter is asking you something."

Xu Zuye hastily greeted the old and the young: "You two are sorry, this is my younger brother. He has been frustrated in love recently, and he is in a trance. He has offended me a lot. Please bear with me."

"Hehe, young people, it's normal to be trapped by love." The long-bearded old man said indifferently with a very understanding expression.

Duan Mingyu, who came back to his senses, scolded in his heart: Boss Xu, you are too unkind. It’s not good to find any reason, but to find such an excuse. Grass (although I am the only boy in the whole class), was rejected?Isn't this forcing the number one scholar to be ashamed of himself? Hey, a wise man will be ruined once.Jealousy, definitely jealousy that I am more handsome than you.

Duan Mingyu said angrily: "This old gentleman, young Duan Mingyu, don't listen to old Xu's nonsense, Xiaosheng is a man of three feet, with integrity, with a breeze in his sleeves, good luck with three sheep, besieged on all sides, five blessings come to the door, six or six smooth, hehe, this Liuliu Dashun can explain the problem very well, can a person who is very smooth be frustrated in love?"

Depressed, the old man skipped Duan Mingyu's nonsense, and only extracted useful things from it. "Your surname is Xu?" The old man turned his head and asked Xu Zuye.

Xu Zuye said: "My surname is Xu, and the calligraphy is Zuye. Judging from the accents of the two, it should not be from the local area. How dare I ask this old gentleman and this little sister how to call them?"

"Old man Yang Yanguang!" The old man responded politely.

The little girl also replied crisply: "My name is Yang Zhaoniang!"

Duan Mingyu cupped his fists at Yang Yanguang: "Mr. Yang is being polite!"

Yang Yanguang waved his hand: "Brother Duan just said that someone was talking nonsense, I'll ask you one more question, what is little brother Duan thinking about?"

The person here is of course referring to Xu Zuye. It seems that Yang Yanguang also thinks that Xu Zuye's words are not reliable.

Duan Mingyu glared at Xu Zuye viciously, meaning: Do you see, the eyes of the masses are discerning.Xu Zuye blushed and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Duan Mingyu ignored Xu Zuye's embarrassment.Duan Mingyu was thinking about how to answer Yang Yanguang's question. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking just now. Didn't he just look at Yang Zhaoniang more, but he couldn't say that he was fascinated by seeing his granddaughter's beauty.God knows if this old thing will come up and strangle me if I say it.How to do how to do?Duan Mingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Mr. Yang, just now Xiaosheng just composed a little poem by accident, and he was secretly delighted, so he didn't hear what little sister Zhaoniang said!"

"Just you? Can you write poetry?" Xu Zuye glanced at Duan Mingyu with disdain.The little girl Yang Zhaoniang also pouted her lips, with a look of disbelief on her face.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said, "Brother Duan might as well read out the masterpiece to open the old man's eyes."

Duan Mingyu pretended to smile relaxedly, but in his heart he was frantically searching for the ancient poems in his memory. Three hundred Tang poems are not enough. Now that the Tang Dynasty is almost finished, most of the Tang poems have already been published, hey, there are!

Duan Mingyu shook his head: "Don't you believe me, I'm actually very talented and well-educated, but I've always kept a low profile before. Hehe, the style of a master has always been like this. Cough cough, you stand firm, after listening Do not worship me."

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