Feng Xing

A carriage rides along the rugged mountain road.

The carriage was brown and black overall, very unremarkable. The charioteers were wearing hats on their heads. From time to time, they whipped the horse and drove the carriage forward.

"Master, there seems to be a guest shop in front. It's not too early. I think it will rain soon, so let's find a place to settle."

A voice came from the car: "Uncle Yu, you can do it."

In the carriage, Fang Fengsheng half leaned on a large soft pillow, reading a book.

Zhichun and Zhiqiu sat beside her, all leaned against a soft pillow.

These soft pillows are all Zhichun's craftsmanship, the carriage is bumpy, and it is a long journey. Relying on these soft pillows, the three talents will not be disturbed by the bones on the road.

"Sister-in-law said to take the waterway, the young master had to take the dry road. This dry road is slow and arduous. Does the young master regret it?"

Fang Fengsheng knocked Zhiqiu's head with a fan: "What do you know, you can reach all roads on the dry road, and the waterway is the same way, not afraid of being caught in the urn?"

Previously in Yuyao, after setting up Mother Ho and Wang Er's family, Fang Fengsheng took Uncle Yu a few hurriedly on the road, and even so was almost caught.The three princes had more revenge than they thought, and actually sent someone to find Yu Yao to come, so Fang Fengsheng would take Zhichun and others to abandon the waterway and take the dry road instead.

"Then when can we get to Yangzhou? It's been half a month since we left." Zhiqiu wrinkled his small face, bitterly.

"Uncle Yu said he would be there in three or five days."

"Three or five days!"

"Look at your sly look!"

"People are not squeamish, they just feel distressed young master, you say you haven't gotten well, just go around. Master, don't read books, hurt your eyes..."

...

It is true that the so-called Wangshan ran dead horse.

Uncle Yu said that he saw a guest shop a quarter of an hour ago, but it took them two quarters to arrive.

And he made no mistake, it rained, and it came very quickly.When Feng Sheng and his party got out of the car, it was already dark, and the wind was violent, depending on the momentum, it is estimated that the rain is not small.

Uncle Yu went to park, Feng Sheng took Zhichun two advanced shops.

There is no difference between this guest shop and the private shop scattered on the official road along the way.Due to its location in the wilderness, the furnishings and decoration are very old, but there are many guests. There are many people sitting in the lobby who are eating and drinking. Obviously, they are all sheltered from the rain.

Feng Sheng asked Xiao Er for three rooms, because Uncle Yu hadn't come yet, and the three stood in the lobby waiting.After only a short while, the outside was crackling and raining, and thunder rumbled.

At this time, two people hurried in from outside.

It seems to be the master and servant. The young man in front is tall and clear-eyed, wearing a green shirt, followed by a book boy carrying a bookcase.

In such a place, Feng Sheng rarely sees people dressed as scholars.

The man seemed to feel that Fang Fengsheng was looking at himself and looked over.Seeing the other person wearing a scribe shirt and holding a folding fan, he looked like Sven Junxiu. He smiled and bowed his hands as a gift, and at the same time his pace did not stop.

"Guest, you are a coincidence. Today, the public is doing good things, and the shop is booming. There are only five rooms left. Only the young man has three rooms and two rooms left. How many do you want?"

The T-shirt man smiled, it turned out that Tiangong Zuomei could still be used that way.Just when he was going to tell Xiao Er that he wanted a room, another person came.

It was really a tremendous coming, and before he even entered the door, he shouted that he would give him the rest of the room and he wanted it all.

Immediately afterwards, a fat man who was drowned in soup ran into him.

The man is six feet tall, wearing a sienna satin robe, and looks like a merchant.In addition to him, there was a man dressed like a little guy, and two sterns wearing blue short browns, both of which were heavily exposed to the rain.

While the fat man was asking for a room with Xiao Er, he did not forget to yell at the three people who were behind him, saying that they were all wine bags, which made him drunk like this. Fortunately, the goods were all right, or he had to screw their heads down.

"Guest, you see this son comes first, you..."

A silver ingot smashed over, and the fat man said, "I pay double the price."

"This--"

Obviously this little two was a little moved, because he turned his attention to the blue shirt scholar.

"Aren't you reasonable? There must always be a first-come-first-served order." The scholar's book boy stepped forward.

"What order? Did you pay the money? But did you book a room with the store? Since I didn't, I paid the money first. Why can't you give it to me?"

The fat man ignored the book boy and said to Xiao Er: "No matter what price he pays, I will pay twice as much as him. OK, don't ink, take us to the guest room, I want to take a bath, and to protect the goods, I got this Covered with mud."

"This--"

The dispute here has attracted many people to look away, but most of them are just speechless. After all, when they go out, they can't cause trouble if they can.There are obviously many people dressed up in this merchant, and the scholar is only two people. Seeing that his dress is just a poor scholar, naturally no one speaks for it.

"We come before them. Why should we give them the room?"

The little man was still arguing with the fat man, and was caught by the scholar: "Forget it, little seven."

"Forget it, son, there are only two rooms left. Do we sleep outside today?"

Qingshan scholar asked Xiao Er: "There are no guest rooms, but there are firewood rooms or other places where we can settle down. We are not too particular about it, and we can do it overnight."

Xiao Er pondered for a while, and was embarrassed to say: "There is a firewood room, but the place is dirty and wet. I'm afraid I will be wronged if I live in this place." "I'm afraid I'll be wronged by my son. I see you holding the silver hand of others. It’s not loose either,” Xiao Qi said indignantly.

Xiao Er looked embarrassed, but the fat man was smug, and urged Xiao Er to take them to the guest room.

"Okay, Xiaoqi, don't say a word."

The blue shirt scholar arched his hand to Xiao Er: "Come on, let's just build a firewood room.

...

"Who are these people, they will bully honest people." Zhichun murmured.

Feng Sheng thought about it and stepped forward: "This Xiongtai, I have booked three rooms before, but we only have four people, and we can live by squeezing two rooms. So, I will move you to one ."

The scholar in green shirt was a little confused, and immediately thanked Feng Sheng as a gift: "Then thank you Xiongtai."

Feng Sheng waved his hand: "No thanks, no thanks."

There was a conversation between the two people. After the fat man asked that there were only two rooms, he was forcing Xiaoer to move him out again. He heard Fang Fengsheng saying to let a room be given to the poor scholar and interjected: "Do it for him Whatever it is, he is so poor, he may not be paid the starting price, please give me, I will pay twice the price."

Zhichun had been holding his temper because it had nothing to do with himself. At this time, he saw that the fat man had reapplied.Feng Sheng hadn't spoken yet, and she yucked in the past: "Yeah, who is your rare money!"

"Hey, what is your little book boy talking about?" The fat man pointed at Zhichun, but faced Fang Fengsheng.

Zhichun didn't want to say anything, and was pulled by Feng Sheng.

With a smile in her mouth, she arched her hand to the fat man and apologized: "My book is still very young, not very talkative, and has a straight temper. When I was walking on the street, I saw evil dogs snatching food. Even if he broke him, Xiongtai was not surprised."

The fat man saw that Feng Sheng had a good attitude, and it was not easy to hold on. He also saw that the other party was a scholar who spoke a lot of crepe, and in order to pretend to face, he also bowed back to a crappy salute and said that he would not care about him.

It was not until Fang Fengsheng and his party left that he felt something was not right.

"What did he just mean?"

The little fellow behind him, answered: "Master, he is scolding you for evil dogs for food, and it is ugly to eat."

The fat man was so angry that he was so angry that he wanted to catch up and fudge it, and felt that it was not easy to bully to see the other person's speech and manners, so he couldn't make a sentence.Can only slap the little guy in a sigh, scolding: "Why didn't you say it early? It's better for the lord to raise you a dog! Useless stuff!"

Xiao Zu slaps without saying a word, but bows his head.

"I didn't expect Fang Xiandi to be a funny person. He hurt him so much. It's just that this person is grumpy and narrow-minded. I think he has to swear at the next person, and then you just talk to me, lest you hire the right and wrong for the younger brother. "" Fan Jinchuan apologized.

Feng Sheng smiled indifferently: "Brother Fan, don't worry. Although this person is grumpy, he is also a person who is bullying and afraid. Only then did he not catch up and argue one or two, and he will never come again. In addition, I am not Guang Xiong made a speech for Fan Yi, but it was because he didn’t let me go.

"It's always me who started this matter. Anyway, since Fang Xiandi said nothing, then it's okay. In short, I would like to thank Fang Xiandi for willing to let the room with me, otherwise Xiaoqi and I really want to live in that firewood room today."

The book boy Xiaoqi couldn't hold back and said, "Young Master, you should learn from Fang Gongzi. You are too good-tempered, otherwise you will not be bullied by a merchant."

"I don't fight with him, but he is indeed'reasonable'. We didn't rush to pay the house money before him. He first handed over the money to Xiao Er, who was obviously greedy for twice the house money. , Even if I fight with him, what use is it to learn from each other and raise the price? Such a fight is too meaningless."

"But he is too unpleasant to speak, so you are not angry?"

"Evil words don't come out of mouth.

"The little one does not understand the meaning in the son's words, but such a person should not tolerate him."

"The gentleman's adult beauty is not adult evil, villain is the opposite. Why bother with him, did not hurt his mood."

After teaching the book boy, Fan Jinchuan saw Fang Fengsheng looking at himself with a smile, somewhat a little surprised.

"Brother Fang Xian laughed. The younger seven was younger and was not very sensible."

"Brother Fan's words are very reasonable, how can they laugh."

At this time, Uncle Yu came over and Fan Jinchuan didn't feel disturbed again. The other party nodded, Feng Sheng, and took Xiao Qi into the next room.

Fang Fengsheng and his party also entered the room.

After closing the door, Zhichun couldn't help but say: "It's such a nerd!"

This time of conversation is enough for everyone to see the behavior of this scholar named Fan, humble, polite, courteous, not humble, but not too angry.

Feng Sheng smiled and sat down on the chair: "In fact, what he said is not unreasonable."

"Why makes sense again? If you are bullied, you have to pretend to be generous?"

Feng Sheng shook his fan lightly: "Evil words are not out of mouth, and rhetoric is not reflected on us. We don't take the initiative to say bad things to people. Naturally, bad words will not be fed back to ourselves. Although it is somewhat cowardly, but going out is OK. I don’t have much trouble for myself."

"But the master also said that it was too cowardly. He was obviously the first to come, but he was robbed of the room, and finally we were asked to let us give him a room. Although the maid was used to staying with the master at night, but I always feel that I should not indulge that kind of person." Zhichun said a little dissatisfied.

"In our opinion, a little bit of money is nothing, but you can see that Fan Gongzi is plainly dressed, indicating that his family is poor. He is competing with merchants, the two can't hold each other, they won the money and lost their faces, and they were unsuccessful. And bad mood."

"Then this scholar is quite smart?"

Feng Sheng but didn't laugh.

She gathered the folding fan, knocked on her palm, and stood up: "Okay, I have to pack up and change my clothes, and later we will go to dinner and eat white water with steamed buns for two days. Today I will have a big meal."

Seeing her like this, not only Uncle Yu's eyes flashed a smile, Zhichun and Zhiqiu both laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No, nothing."

After Feng Sheng stepped out, Zhichun and Zhiqiu said later that the son was more lively now.

The rain has not stopped, but there is a tendency of getting bigger and bigger.

The shopkeeper stood in the door, looking at the heavy rain outside with anxiety, and said in his mouth, don't be washed down by the heavy rain.

The little boy on the side listened and looked at the lobby with a smile: "The shopkeeper, you like to worry about it more. The terrain here is stable. Even if the landslide can't reach here, at most the road is blocked. It’s better to come, this kind of business is not common."

The shopkeeper slapped him: "Still work, stupid boy!"

I turned my head to look at the hall where the voice was full, but it was a bit of joy, but I thought again that if the road was really blocked, the food in the store was enough for a few days, so I said that the second one really did not say Wrong, this shopkeeper is born to worry about life.

But the worry of the old shopkeeper was not unreasonable. Sure enough, after the guests checked out the next day, they returned without success, saying that the rain had washed the road.

In this way, everyone can only wait for the rain to stop before the road is completely dry before they can inevitably complain. After all, most of the people who will take this road are businessmen’s footmen and are in a hurry, but it is useless to complain, only Can pestle.

It was night, and a scream shone through the long night.

Something went wrong and someone died in the shop.

The author has something to say: I want to change the name of the female teacher.

Cough, I've been spit out for n times and I don't care about the name. The name is too random and the name is too tacky.I have reflected on these two days, it seems really a little bit distracted.In the early stage, the hostess would regard Master Ye as a springboard, but it was not Master Master in the back, and it was too inappropriate to call Master Master Master.

How about changing "Fengsheng"?With limited brain capacity, I can only come up with this. Although it is not novel enough, this story is indeed a story about Fang Fengsheng. Taking her name as the title, it seems pretty good.If it feels good, I changed it.