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    There was a lot of people in Jinyang City. When people were coming and going, a young man was walking with firewood on his back. His clothes were torn and patched one after another. He looked out of place with the well-dressed people around him. The weather was not hot.  But beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, presumably because the young man was exhausted and was tired by the firewood behind him.

    The young man staggered and moved step by step towards the distance. He passed a butcher vendor along the street. The pig butcher chopped the knife in his hand on the chopping board, and the thick back of the knife trembled. He said in a cold voice:  "Song Heming, stay away from me, don't hinder my business, get out!"

    "Hey, hey, good, good." The scholar named Song Heming nodded his head to the butcher with difficulty, his legs trembled because of his anxiety, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

    The butcher saw him fall in front of his house, and he couldn't help feeling angry. He lifted the curtain and walked out from behind the chopping board, approaching Song Heming's side, and kicked hard on Song Heming's back  On the firewood, Song Heming, who was about to get up, was caught by the firewood being kicked behind him and flew back two meters away. The butcher was still angry and cursed loudly: "You are such a waste, no wonder your mother-in-law said you are a piece of shit all day long!"  A useless idiot who knows how to read all day long, but can't get a good grade. What kind of bird books do you read, and you don't even have any strength in your body, and you still carry firewood. Do you have no energy to spend with your mother-in-law at night?"

    Song Heming didn't speak, but stood up reluctantly, enduring the grievance in his heart, put the half-person tall firewood on his back again, and continued to move forward slowly.

    After he escaped from the butcher's sight, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. The heavy physical labor made his body dehydrated rapidly, and his lips were already a little dry. He looked up at the surrounding residents, sighed secretly, and walked forward.  After a few steps, he chose a big house and went up to knock on the door.

    Not long after, someone came out from inside and saw that the man was dressed as if he was the owner of the house. Song Heming bowed and saluted with all his strength, and said, "Wai Wang, Xiaosheng came here and was a little thirsty.  I need some water to drink, I am too thirsty to walk, please ask the king to give me some water to drink."

    Wang Yuanwai showed a playful smile and said: "Your wife is said to be a tigress. What's the matter? She didn't even give you water? She came to my house to ask for water. I have to take care of your food if you are hungry that day."  ah?"

    "Mr. Wang, my Zhuojing is really rough, but my heart is still good. I eat, drink and entertain on weekdays. I just went out in a hurry today and forgot to bring the water bag I used for drinking water on weekdays. I hope Wang  Please give me a bowl of water to drink." Song Heming begged, this place is still two miles away from his home, he is really thirsty, and if he continues talking, he may faint because of it.

    "Huh, it's delicious and delicious, who would believe it? Your daughter-in-law of the Song family is a famous Yasha in our Jinyang City. Forget it, just treat it as a mercy from me and give you a bowl of water to drink. Don't forget  Who gave you this bowl of water, if you really get on the high school list in the future, remember to miss me."

    "Thank you, Wang Yuanwai, for your kindness, I will never forget it."

    "Wait here, I'll go back and get it for you."

    After finishing speaking, Wang Yuanwai went back to get water for Song Heming. Song Heming squatted with his legs halfway, and the firewood behind him squatted on the ground, which could be used as a leaning against. After a short rest, Wang Yuanwai fetched water and walked out.  Song Heming's eyes lit up when he saw the water bowl, and he drank it in big gulps.

    After drinking a bowl of water, although it doesn¡¯t quench your thirst, it¡¯s better than nothing. He thanked him, got up and continued walking towards his house. After walking not far, he heard Wang Yuanwai behind him say: ¡°Hmph, a man lives like this!  It looks like it really lived on a sow, useless waste." With a clear sound, the bowl was thrown on the ground and became shattered, Song Heming didn't look back, and continued to walk forward enduring the humiliation.

    Li Tang and Jiang Fei'er, who happened to be summoned to Jinyang Mansion for questioning, watched this scene really hotly. They followed behind him, wanting to see what kind of person this was. The great humiliation was before their eyes.  To be able to endure silently, what kind of heart is capable of swallowing these unpleasant things.

    Song Heming carried firewood on his back and continued to move forward, when he stopped at a house, he saw that the house did not look like a dilapidated household, with wide and bright blue tiles, brick and stone walls, compared with the surrounding houses, it was considered superior, not long  , an old woman came out to open the door for him, she was probably Song Heming's mother, she saw her son, smiled and said a few words, stretched out her withered hands to wipe his sweat,  When she saw the half-person-high bundle of firewood behind Song Heming, she suddenly became sad, her nose turned red, and she covered the sadness with her hands.

    "Mother, isn't your son coming back in good condition? Why is he so sad?" Song Heming put down the firewood, his back was a little hunched from exhaustion, and he supported himselfThe standard situation changes.  "

    "You mean the bitch is snobby?"

    "I don't know, but there are people like this. When they are poor, they don't answer people's answers. When they are rich, they are like annoying flies. No matter how dare they dare to drive them away, there is a play in the play where Su Zi learns how to be rich.  Not being appreciated by the king, his sister-in-law taunted him. Later, Su Zi became an official and worshiped him and returned to his hometown. His sister-in-law was lying on the ground and dared not look up at him. Su Zi asked, "Sister-in-law, why do you look so different?" The sister-in-law knelt  Said on the ground: "My uncle used to be a commoner. I ate my clothes and wore mine. I naturally complained in my heart. Now that my uncle is an official worshiping the prime minister, I have to kneel down and see him."  When an opera singer sang this, everyone in the audience felt ashamed of his sister-in-law's behavior, but there really are such people in this world, otherwise, how could they be recorded in the annals of history."

    With a calm voice, Li Tang slowly told the story he knew, but there was one thing that made him very interesting, that is, when Jiang Feier saw Chunniang's aggressiveness, she didn't dare to call herself "Old Lady" and changed it to "I"  "Yes, I couldn't help but feel happy. It turns out that this girl also knows to be afraid. When I confiscated the mountain with her before, I have never seen her afraid of murder and arson, but she was frightened by this "famous" shrew in Jinyang City.  Enough.  In this world, there is really a saying that one thing descends one thing.

    "Hey, it's also my first time in Jinyang City. It's the first time I saw such a poor man, a man of seven feet, but he was stupefied by a shrew, especially the way she treated the old woman."  Bad attitude, if it were me, I would hit her 800 times a day without getting rid of my anger, which is shameless." Jiang Fei'er showed a cruel face, but her eyes were downcast because of fear, and her two small hands were kneading her fingers indiscriminately, obviously not  Know where to put it.

    "Maybe this Song Heming is enjoying this kind of life?"

    "Is it so strange these days, and there are still people looking for abuse?"

    "Haha, I was just joking, but he is really wronged, but I don't know what he is capable of, and I will see him some other day. Maybe I will have a way to get him out of the cage and stop being so angry.  A real man was born between heaven and earth, so he should work hard for big things. It's really not unreasonable to cook around a pot all day long. Have you seen Chun Niang's posture just now? It's obvious that she just woke up, and there is still time to wipe off her eyes.  Stupid."

    Jiang Feier heard the words, and lay on the open door to watch. Chunniang's eyes were slightly dark, obviously because she had stayed up all night recently, and she didn't have a good rest. After careful confirmation, she said to Li Tang:  "The ghost knows what this bitch is doing. If she really went out to the morning stall as she said, how could she have the time to sleep until noon, full of nonsense, and I don't know what Song Heming is thinking. Why did she just follow such a ghost?"  It's a fucking bad luck for girls to stay together."

    "Haha, we have just entered Jinyang City, and we saw such an interesting person and discovered such an interesting thing. We came here with a mission, and we don't know what the officials are going to do to us.  I'm going to stay here for a few days, take your time, maybe something unexpected will happen, let's go, I'm hungry." Li Tang laughed loudly, and then walked towards the official mansion, the laughter made Chun Niang lean out  He turned his head to see who was here, turned around and returned to the courtyard after looking around, and continued to scold Song Heming, mother and son.
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