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Chapter 1295 Beating his son, all kinds of things in the market

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    ¡°Ah bang!¡±

    Fang Xing sneezed and quickly washed his hands and face before he dared to hug Wuyou.

    Xiao Wuyou stared blankly into the void with a serious expression.

    "Wuyou baby, do you want to eat candy? Dad has a lot of delicious food here. Can you grow up quickly?"

    Wuyou still didn't respond. He moved his mouth, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

    "My daughter doesn't like me!"

    Fang Xing put Wuyou on the small bed angrily. The big and small insects at the foot of the bed were lying there lazily.

    "Big worm, little worm, let's start practicing!"

    When Muhua shouted outside, the bell appeared.

    The big insect and the small insect got up immediately, looking a little impatient.

    "Dad, come and see! Big Chong and Little Chong are going to catch hares."

    Tudou and Ping An ran in, each with a dog. The two boys were extremely excited.

    "The farm can't train a good dog, so let's let the servant take it into the mountains."

    When they arrived at the front yard, Fang Xing told Xin Laoqi.

    "Sir, there are tigers, leopards and wolves in the mountains, and big insects and small insects are still small!"

    "Just drive them away."

    Unless there is a team of mountain dogs, it is not enough to challenge those beasts.

    "Dad, let's go too."

    "Go, you and Ping An go."

    Fang Xing generously let go and let Xin Laoqi and the others go into the mountain with Tudou and Ping An.

    The two children cheered without worry and followed Xin Laoqi and the others. Xie Jin came out quietly and said, "You have Wuyou and you even let your son go?"

    Of course Fang Xing would not admit it: "It's okay. Of course the boy has to be beaten. It's good to go into the mountains and temper himself."

    Xie Jin agreed: "If you don't sharpen it, you can't make it into a weapon, but Yu Qian is a bit stubborn and can't sharpen it well!"

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    Yu Qian was very depressed. After being taught a lesson by Fang Xing, he went out to walk around the market every day. During this period, his wallet was stolen three times and he was beaten once.

    But he only saw the shortcomings of the parents and the people who were busy fighting for rice every day.

    In the end, he simply set up a stall on the edge of a thoroughfare not far from his home.

    This stall is just a table and a chair. A piece of paper is spread on the table with the four characters "Letter Writing" written on it.

    This street is mostly populated by civilians. The flow of people is not small, but the purchasing power is not large, so most of the shops on both sides sell cheap food or groceries.

    Yu Qian¡¯s stall is outside a grocery store. Originally, the owner of the grocery store wanted to charge him two copper coins per day for the stall fee, but later he saw that he charged very little for writing letters, so he simply asked for one copper coin.

    Having just written a letter from home, Yu Qian felt that he had gained something, so he took out his water bag and took a sip.

    ¡°Then, don¡¯t give me any money from tomorrow onwards.¡±

    The owner of the grocery store shouted, Yu Qian stood up, turned around and said, "Thank you so much, Shopkeeper Liu, for your kindness. I just took up space and affected your business. You can't miss a copper plate, otherwise I will have to move to another place."  go."

    Shopkeeper Liu walked out, looked at Yu Qian's flat money bag, and sighed: "You have a pity for the old and the poor. You don't want to accept money when you write a letter. You have to lose pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Scholar,  I never look at people wrongly, you are good, but you are a bit stubborn."

    Yu Qian smiled. He knew what was wrong with him, and Fang Xing also knew it, but he said it was something he was born with and could not be changed.

    "Do you have a wife and children at home?"

    Shopkeeper Liu sat on the table, picked up the piece of paper, and praised: "Good calligraphy, the words are like people, you are definitely not bad."

    "But Cai Jing is also a master of calligraphy, but he has a reputation for thousands of years." Yu Qian's stubborn temper broke out and he immediately started to argue.

    Shopkeeper Liu sneered and said: "What do you know? Isn't it just a literati's pen to write about traitors and loyal ministers? A few years ago, I heard a poem by Xing Hebo, which was about Qin Hui, who has been in disgrace for thousands of years. Haha  ! Well said! Without Zhao Gou's instructions, how could Qin Hui dare to attack Yue Fei? "

    "As for Cai Jing, just look at that emperor and you will know. Compared with our Majesty! Then Zhao Ji is a foolish king. How can there be any famous ministers under a foolish king? Even if he is the leader of this dynasty,If you send it to me as an adult, it will be a mediocre and inactive life, which is ridiculous!  "

    Yu Qian was speechless. No matter what Cai Jing's historical evaluation was, Zhao Ji was nailed to the pillar of shame first.

    "I am a nameless minister under the faint king, but I would like to be taught by you!"

    "Hunjun, what is Hunjun?"

    First, you have to do bad things and rob the people of their wealth.  The second is to be ruthless and attack anyone who objects.

    An emperor like Zhengde may be fooling around, but he is still far from being a fool. Otherwise, Yang Tinghe and others would have been executed long ago.

    And famous ministers must be people like Xia Yuanji who dare to be called famous ministers. Others, whether Yang Rong or Yang Shiqi, cannot afford it yet!

    Therefore, history books cannot be fully trusted. Yu Qian thinks that this is the most reasonable thing.

    There are always characters in the wilderness!

    When Shopkeeper Liu saw Yu Qian¡¯s admiration, he started to talk a lot. He had been in business for many years, so he was well-informed and experienced and could treat Yu Qian as a young boy.

    It wasn¡¯t until a middle-aged man pushed a trolley with saddlebags over that shopkeeper Liu stopped his ¡°preaching¡± angrily: ¡°You do business first. If you have anything you don¡¯t understand, go in and ask me.¡±

    "Thank you very much, Shopkeeper Liu."

    Yu Qian didn¡¯t think much of businessmen in the past, but since he learned that Ma Su was still digging holes when the rankings were released, he felt that he had been too arrogant in the past.

    The visitor looked to be in his forties, with a tired face and a few small cuts on his face.  He patted his butt first, then sat down and said, "Please sir, please write a letter home to me."

    Yu Qian opened the lid of the inkstone, added some water and stirred it, and said, "Please tell me."

    "It's a good time for me when I'm young. I've found a good job recently. I just follow the shopkeeper in and out every day to drive the car. I can eat well and be full"

    Seeing Yu Qian's writing flying, the man grinned and touched the crack on his face due to dryness, and said with a smile: "Sir, remember to write more, so that my son will not worry about it and quit the job and go home."  .¡±

    Yu Qian nodded, then stopped writing and raised his head and asked, "Old man, may I ask what your son does for a living?"

    This is one of his experience plans, asking each guest about their home situation, and then analyzing the current living conditions of the people.

    The man smiled apologetically and said: "The younger son was selected by the caravan because he learned that science, and he followed him as a clerk. He went to the grassland at the beginning of the year, saying he wanted to trade with the Tatars or something. It will take a long time to come back."

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Science!

    Yu Qian thought of the science books he had thrown in the box, and planned to take a good look at them when he went back.

    "Just saying that everything at home is good, including his sister, who plays at home every day and is very happy"

    "Dad"

    ¡°At this moment, a little head popped up from the cart, with messy hair and a clean face.

    As soon as the man heard this, he turned around and took the child out, put it on his lap and said with a smile: "Second mother, wait a minute, let's write a letter to your eldest brother. When it's done, dad will take you home for dinner."

    The little girl looked up at the man, then at Yu Qian, her eyes dull.

    "Dad, I'm hungry."

    "Okay, Dad, there are potatoes here, baked in the morning."

    The man took out a roasted yellow-black potato from his arms, tested the temperature with his face, then broke it open and fed it to the little girl.

    "Er Niang, when your eldest brother comes back this time, dad will find you a sister-in-law to play with you at home every day, okay?"

    "good."

    Yu Qian felt sad for the five or six-year-old little girl who looked at her. He handed over his water bag and said, "Give the child a sip, please."

    "How dare you! No need, sir, I have it myself, little one."

    The man took out a water bag, but the water was a bit cold. The little girl took a sip and her teeth were cold, so she hurriedly took a bite of potatoes.

    Yu Qian sighed in his heart, and then started writing again.

    "My son is filial, so I have to say good things, otherwise he will come back and make a fool of himself, making my husband laugh."

    "Just say that the money at home is enough for him to marry a wife, so don't work hard and come back early."

    Yu Qian finished writing in twos and twos, and while waiting for the ink to dry, he asked: "Old man, can you support yourself and your daughter with this job?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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