Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 89
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old.

At sunrise, the river is more prosperous than fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring.

Can you remember Jiangnan?
The first spring rain in February of the ninth year of Yongye fell in a hurry, and strangely mixed with tiny ice beans, which made people's faces a little painful.The greenness of the ancient city of Jingkou seems to be activated. Even in the gaps between the bluestone slabs, the weeds are gradually sprouting due to the overnight spring rain, struggling to usher in the first year since the three-year drought in the north of Dongting. a spring.Pedestrians on Xijin Street had already rushed to the eaves to hide from the rain. Seeing the dark sky in the rainy day, the peddlers closed their cars early and disappeared without a trace.

The normally busy street is empty, except for Dou Zi with a straw on his head, guarding beside a rotting male corpse, holding a wooden board with the words "Sell yourself to bury your father" crookedly engraved on it.

After the ice beans had been planted, the spring rain continued to fall as usual.During the three years of severe drought in Shandong Province, there was no grain harvest, and the government's food relief was delayed. The Douzi family had to sell two acres of Susukida to a big family at a low price.Since the year before last, Douzi's family has been suffering from poverty and illness. They then sold their house, their belongings, and finally their newborn baby brother. Anyway, they sold everything they could.Last year, a family of four fled from Shandong Province to Guazhou. A few months ago, my mother died on the way to escape, and my sister was taken away by horse thieves. Four days ago, my father finally went too.

Douzi was so hungry that his face turned blue, his eyes were dark, he opened his mouth to catch some rainwater, and pulled the broken straw mat onto his father's body.

A few well-dressed scholars came quickly with umbrellas, cursing this ghost all the way.Douzi resisted the churning in his stomach and sat up straight with all his strength. It was a pity that those scholars passed by like the wind without looking sideways, and did not stop for a moment.Dou Zi retracted his body in disappointment, looked at the figure in the distance, and suddenly wondered: Will Daddy wake up, and then take him away from this ghostly place and go back to his hometown in Shandong?

In the distance, a galloping carriage appeared on the bluestone street, with a red lacquer and a red roof. There were two well-dressed knights at the front and back of the carriage, riding four tall horses, with serious expressions.

Douzi thought, anyway, if he can't sell today, he will die anyway, so why not rush forward and try his luck.If it's really impossible, it would be cheaper to die under this car, and finally I can find my father, mother and sister.

Seeing the carriage approaching, he rushed up at once.Startled, the horse straightened up.He closed his eyes and said loudly, "Master, please buy the small one."

At the very moment, a knight came out from behind the carriage, lifted Douzi's front, and fished him out from under the horse's hooves like lightning, but he was a very handsome young man.

At the same time, the groom who drove the carriage stopped the four big horses with all his strength, took off his bamboo hat in the heavy rain, revealed his mouse-like eyes, and yelled at Dou Zi with a strong Qianzhong accent: "Where did you come from, don't you!" dead?"

The young man's big hands were like iron tongs, and his expression was condensed, "Quickly tell me, who are you, dare to stop my master's carriage?"

Douzi was about to suffocate, when he could vaguely see a strange word engraved on the shaft.His tears flowed into his mouth mixed with the rain, salty and hard to swallow, and he said with difficulty: "Please buy me so that I can bury my father, I am willing to work for you..."

"Xiao Fang, what's the matter?" A soft voice came from the carriage.

Douzi was stunned for a moment, thinking that this was the best voice he had ever heard, but he couldn't confirm whether it was a man or a woman, so he heard the man say slowly: "Prefect Zhang has an urgent matter to invite, don't delay the time."

Douzi thought to himself, could it be a lady, but unfortunately the big hand holding him was too tight. Before he lost consciousness, he still wondered if they would bury him with his father.

After an unknown amount of time, Dou Zi faintly woke up amidst a burst of fragrance, and found himself lying in an elegant residence with carved beams and painted buildings. There was a kind of fragrance that he couldn't name in the room, and he felt comfortable all over his body.Sitting on the bedside was an extremely beautiful girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes like almond blossoms.Douzi couldn't help thinking, could it be that he died, otherwise how could he come to such a beautiful house and see such a beautiful little girl?
Thinking of this, Douzi couldn't help blurting out, "Sister Immortal, where is this place?"

The girl giggled for a long time before saying: "I really didn't expect you, a fool, to be so talkative. This is Moyuan, it's my husband's Bieyuan in Jingkou. My name is Xiaoyu."

"Sister Xiaoyu, who is your husband? Why am I here?"

"My husband's surname is Jun, and everyone calls him Boss Jun. You sold your body to bury your father on the street and ran into my husband's carriage. Have you forgotten?"

Douzi remembered the ins and outs, and thought of his father, so he jumped up, "My father?"

Xiaoyu froze her smiling face, "My husband respects you as a dutiful son, and has already buried your father well. You have some tuberculosis, and you have been in a coma for the past few days. My husband invited a doctor to look at you for you, and then take a decoction and you will be fine. "

Xiaoyu looked at Doudou who was weeping silently, and handed over a bowl of medicine with red eyes, "Don't be sad. My husband is a good man and will not embarrass you. My name is Xiaoyu, and I am also an orphan. Don't worry, if you If you don’t like following my husband, just tell him in person, and he will send someone to send you back to your hometown.”

Douzi drank the medicine with a sullen head, wiped his eyes and asked, "The gentleman mentioned by my sister is a well-known big silk tea family in the south of the Yangtze River. Don't you ask the big boss?"

"It's Jun Mo asking the big boss. My husband is known to everyone in the Jiangnan area, and everyone knows it. I don't want even you, a little kid from the north, to know."

"My father said that when a fellow countryman fled, he said that the southern gentleman gave porridge, and we wanted to flee south." Douzi murmured, and his head began to faint again.

Xiaoyu said that he hadn't cleansed well yet, so she told him to lie down again.

After a few days, Douzi came out of the room and followed Xiaoyu through a verdant garden. There were green branches stretching everywhere, and all kinds of indescribable famous flowers were in full bloom. Everywhere was colorful and fragrant.Even at such a young age, he felt melancholy that spring had already arrived.

Passing through a corridor, and came to a main room, Xiaoyu told him to wait quietly outside, then turned and went out by herself.Standing outside the crystal bead curtain in the inner room was the cold-faced young man who picked him up in the heavy rain. He remembered Xiaoyu said that this was Mr. Jun's guard with the surname Qi, and one of the two major butlers of the Jun family.

Guard Qi's gaze was shooting at him sharply, he couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly lowered his head.After a while, Xiaoyu obediently brought in a red mud lacquer plate with both hands.On the lacquer tray were two pairs of shiny and moist azure tea sets, inside which a red-skinned young man lifted up the beaded curtain for Xiaoyu to let her in.The crystal bead curtain swayed slightly, and Douzi boldly raised his head to take a look in, only to see a person wearing a satin white dress with the word "family blessing" and a black hair bun with a Tangling white jade hairpin on it, who was looking intently at the scene. This account book, sitting next to a gentle young man who has never seen it before, the two of them sometimes talked softly, and sometimes looked at the account book with a quiet voice.

Beside the big bronze double-chi round-eared incense burner is burning the kind of beans that I am used to but still unknown. There is also a golden pendant hanging under a large golden cabinet, shaking back and forth, making a ticking sound. answering voice.Douzi looked back drowsily, and when drowsiness gradually struck, the big cabinet made a dull and loud bang, Douzi woke up suddenly, screamed in fright, and fell off the chair.

"Who is outside?" A question came from the crystal curtain.

Qi Huwei replied: "Master, it's the child who sold himself to bury his father last time. You said you wanted to see him this morning."

Xiaoyu smiled and led Douzi into the room.

Douzi knelt there, feeling the two men sizing up his face, and slowly becoming uneasy.

"Look up." Someone said softly.

He raised his head, but saw two fair and clean scholars sitting under the lamp, the one on the right had a round face, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, very gentle and fair, although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes; One person's facial features are far less handsome than the young man on the right, and even the fierce guard Qi is much prettier than him, but that person's smile under the light is actually a smile on his eyebrows, eyes on his face, and his whole face is soft Smiling, making people feel indescribably comfortable.He said to Douzi, "Are you feeling better?"

Douzi remembered that it was the rainy day, and the voice came from the carriage, thinking that this was Jun Mowen, so he knocked his head respectfully, "Thank you, Lord Jun, for saving your life, Douzi is much better."

Jun Mo asked nodded, and asked again: "Do you know that your father has been buried?"

Douzi nodded with tears in his eyes.

Jun Mowen asked him his name, where he was from, how old he was this year, and whether he could read.

Douzi answered honestly one by one: "Da Ming Tiandou, a native of Weixian County, Shandong Province, is 11 years old this year and has never been able to read."

Jun Mo asked again if he had any relatives, Douzi wiped his eyes and shook his head, "The relatives in the family all starved to death, almost died of illness, and they escaped from the famine because they couldn't make it through."

Jun Mowen sighed softly, "I am short of a book boy, are you willing to follow me?"

Douzi nodded and kowtowed anxiously, "It's Douzi's blessing to follow Master Jun, and Douzi is willing to work as a cow and a horse for Jun Lord to repay you."

So Douzi started Jun Mowen's career as a book boy.This is a completely different world, Xiaoyu will teach him how to read every night, Xiaoyu told him that Jun Mowen taught her all her knowledge.

When he woke up early in the morning, that Qi Fanghui would come to teach him martial arts, saying that in troubled times, he must be strong and strong, and he can protect Jun Mowen and himself with some fists and feet. Even female disciples like Xiaoyu have to practice martial arts every day.He concentrated on studying literature and martial arts, and served Jun Mowen wholeheartedly.

(End of this chapter)