Chapter 1291 Beating His Son, the City Is in Zero State

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"Ah!"

Fang Xing sneezed, hurriedly washed his hands and face, and then dared to hug Wuyou.

Xiao Wuyou's eyes stared blankly at the void, with a very serious expression.

"Worriless baby, do you want to eat candy! Dad has a lot of delicious food here, can you grow up soon?"

Wuyou still didn't respond, his mouth squirmed, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.

"My daughter doesn't like me!"

Fang Xing resentfully put Wuyou on the small bed, and the big and small bugs at the foot of the bed were lying there lazily.

"Big worm, little worm, start practicing!"

When Muhua yelled outside, the bell appeared.

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

"Father, go and see! The big bug and the little bug are going to catch the hare."

Tudou and Ping An ran in, one person and one dog, both boys were very excited.

"The farm can't train good dogs, so let the servants take them into the mountains."

After arriving in the front yard, Fang Xing explained to Lao Qi Xin.

"My lord, there are tigers, leopards and wolves in the mountains, and the big and small worms are still small!"

"Just drive it away."

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

"Father, let's go too."

"Go, both you and Ping An."

Fang Xing let go generously, and let Xin Laoqi and the others enter 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 nothing, of course boys have to be beaten. It's good to go to the mountains to sharpen it."

Xie Jin agreed: "If you don't grind it, you can't make it into a weapon, but Yu Qian is a bit upright, so he can't grind it well!"

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

But he only saw the short stories of the parents, and only saw that Xiaomin was busy fighting for rice every day.

In the end, he simply set up a small stall on the side of an avenue not far from his home.

This small stall is just a table and a chair, and a piece of paper is spread on the table, with the four characters of "writing letters on behalf of you" written on it.

This street is mostly civilians, the flow of people is not small, but the purchasing power is not large, so most of the shops on both sides are selling cheap food or grocery stores.

Yu Qian's stall was just outside a grocery store. Originally, the owner of the grocery store wanted to charge him two copper coins a day for his stall, but later he saw that he charged very little for writing letters, so he just wanted one copper coin.

Just after writing a letter home, Yu Qian felt that he had gained something, so he took out the water bag and took a sip.

"Then who, you won't give any money from tomorrow on."

The owner of the grocery store yelled, Yu Qian got up, turned around and cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, shopkeeper Liu, for your kindness, but I just took up the space and affected your business. You can't lose one copper plate, otherwise I can only move to other places go."

Shopkeeper Liu walked out, looked at Yu Qian's flat purse, and sighed: "You have a heart of pity for the old and the poor, and you don't want to take money for writing a letter. You have to pay for your pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The old man never loses his eyes when he sees people, you are not bad, but you are a bit stubborn."

Yu Qian smiled, he knew what was wrong with him, and Fang Xing knew it too, but he said it was born and he couldn't get rid of it.

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

Shopkeeper Liu sat on the table, picked up the piece of paper, and praised: "Good handwriting, you can see your handwriting like a person, you must not be bad."

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

Shopkeeper Liu sneered and said, "What do you know? Aren't treacherous and loyal ministers writing with the pen of a literati? A few years ago, I heard a poem by Xing Hebo, which was about Qin Hui, who has been stinking for thousands of years, hehe Well said! Without Zhao Gou's instigation, how would Qin Hui dare to attack Yue Fei?"

"As for Cai Jing, just look at the emperor. Compared with our majesty! Then Zhao Ji is a foolish king. What famous officials can there be under a foolish king? Lulu, a life of doing nothing, is ridiculous!"

Yu Qian was speechless. Regardless of Cai Jing's historical evaluation, Zhao Ji was nailed to the pillar of shame first.

"Under the faint king, the nameless minister, I would like to be taught!"

Hunjun, what is Hunjun?

First of all, you have to do bad things and search for people's fat and people's anointing. The second is to be ruthless, whoever opposes it.

An emperor like Zhengde may be messing around, but he is still a thousand miles away from the Hunjun, otherwise Yang Tinghe and others would have gone to the execution ground long ago.

As for famous ministers, people like Xia Yuanji must dare to be called famous ministers. The others, no matter if it is Yang Rong or Yang Shiqi, are still unaffordable!

Therefore, history books should not be fully trusted, and there are no famous ministers under a faint king, Yu Qian thinks it is the most reasonable.

There are always characters in the wilderness!

Seeing Yu Qian's admiration, shopkeeper Liu started to talk a little bit. He has been in business for many years, so he is well-informed, and he can treat Yu Qian as a child with rich experience.

It wasn't until a middle-aged man came over pushing a cart with a side box that shopkeeper Liu resentfully stopped his "preaching": "You do business first, and if there is anything you don't understand, go in and ask the old man."

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Liu."

Yu Qian didn't pay much attention to businessmen before, but since he learned that Ma Su was still digging holes when he released the list, he felt that he was too arrogant in the past.

The visitor looked in his forties, his face was full of exhaustion, and there were a few small cuts on his face. He patted his butt/butt first, then sat down and said: "Please also write a letter to the little one, sir."

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

"Let's just say that the young one is very good in Beiping. I found a good job recently. I just drive in and out with the shopkeeper every day. It's good to eat, so I can eat enough..."

Seeing Yu Qian's writing like flying, the man grinned and touched the crack on his face due to dryness, and said with a smile: "Sir, remember to write better, so that my son won't worry about it, and then he will quit the job and go home." .”

Yu Qian nodded, then stopped writing and raised his head to ask, "Old man, how dare you ask your son what he 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 apologized and said with a smile: "The youngest son was selected by the caravan because he learned that science, and he followed him to be a clerk. He went to the grassland at the beginning of the year, saying that he wanted to trade with the Tatars, and it took him a long time to come back."

Science!

Yu Qian thought of the few science books he had thrown in the box, and read them carefully when he was going back.

"Just say that everything in the family is fine, and his sister is also fine, playing at home every day, having a lot of fun..."

"father……"

At this time, a small head popped out of the cart, with disheveled hair and clean face.

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

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

"Father, I'm hungry."

"Okay, Dad has potatoes here, and they were baked in the morning."

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

"Erniang, when your elder brother comes back this time, father will find you a sister-in-law, who will play with you at home every day, okay?"

"good."

The five or six-year-old girl, Yu Qian, who looked at her sourly, was heartbroken. He handed over his water bag and said, "Give the child a sip, Shun Shun."

"Don't dare! You don't need it, sir, the little one has it himself."

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

Yu Qian sighed in his heart, and then began to write again.

"My son is filial, so we have to say yes, otherwise he will run back, and the little one will slap his face swollen to pretend to be a fat man, which will make 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 earlier."

Yu Qian finished writing in twos and twos, and asked while waiting for Mogan: "Old man, can you support yourself and your daughter by doing this job?" 1932