A carriage was driving on the rugged mountain road.
The whole carriage was brown and black, and it was very ugly. The driver wore a bamboo hat on his head, and he whipped the horse from time to time, driving the carriage forward.
"Young Master, there seems to be an inn in front of you, and it's getting late. I think it's going to rain soon, so let's find a place to stay first."
A voice came from the car: "Uncle Yu, you can figure it out."
In the carriage, Fang Fengsheng half leaned on a big soft pillow, reading a book.
Zhichun and Zhiqiu sat beside her, leaning on a soft pillow behind their backs.
These soft pillows are Zhichun's handicraft, the carriage is bumpy, and it is a long journey, relying on these soft pillows, the three of them will not be knocked to pieces during the journey.
"The servant girl said to take the water route, but the young master insisted on taking the dry road. This dry road is slow and bumpy, does the young master regret it?"
Fang Fengsheng tapped Zhiqiu's head with a fan: "What do you know, you can get there by taking dry roads and all roads, and taking water roads is just one road, so you're not afraid of being caught by someone?"
In Yuyao before, after Mama He and Wang Er's family settled down, Fang Fengsheng took Uncle Yu and the others on the road in a hurry, even so, they were almost caught. That third prince was more vengeful than expected, and sent someone to find Yuyao, so Fang Fengsheng led Zhichun and others to abandon the waterway and take the dry road instead.
"Then when will we arrive in Yangzhou? We've been away for more than half a month." Zhiqiu wrinkled her face bitterly.
"Uncle Yu said he will arrive in three to five days."
"There are still three or five days!"
"Look at how squeamish you are!"
"I'm not squeamish, but I just feel sorry for the young master. You said that you are running around before you are in good health. Young master, stop reading, it hurts your eyes..."
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There is nothing wrong with the so-called Wangshan running dead horse.
Uncle Yu said he saw an inn fifteen minutes ago, but it took them two quarters of an hour to get there.
And he guessed right, there was indeed rain, and it came very fast. When Feng Sheng and his party got out of the car, it was already dark and the wind was blowing violently. Judging by the momentum, it was estimated that the rain would not be light.
Uncle Yu went to park the car, and Feng Sheng took Zhichun and the two of them into the shop first.
There is no difference between this inn and the private shops scattered along the official road. Because it is located in the wilderness, the furnishings and decoration are very old, but there are quite a lot of guests. There are many people who are eating and drinking in the lobby, obviously they are here to avoid the rain.
Feng Sheng asked Xiao Er for three rooms, because Uncle Yu hadn't come yet, the three of them stood in the lobby and waited. In such a short time, it began to rain and thunder outside.
At this time, two people hurried in from the outside.
It seems to be a master and servant. The young man in front is tall and tall, with clear eyebrows, wearing a green shirt, followed by a bookboy carrying a bookcase.
In this kind of place, it is rare to see people dressed as scholars, so Feng Sheng couldn't help but take a second look.
The man seemed to feel that Fang Fengsheng was looking at him, so he looked over. Seeing that the other party was wearing a scholar's shirt, holding a folding fan, and looking elegant and handsome, he smiled and bowed his hands in salute, while walking without stopping, he raised his voice to ask Xiao Er if he had a room.
"Guest officer, it's a coincidence that the weather is beautiful today, and the shop is booming. There are only five rooms left. The gentleman asked for three rooms just now, and there are two rooms left. How many rooms do you want?"
The man in the blue shirt laughed, it turns out that Tian Gong Zuo Mei can still be used in this way. Just as he was about to ask Xiao Er for a room, another person came.
The visitor was so powerful that before he even entered the door, he yelled that the rest of the rooms were given to him, and he wanted them all.
Immediately afterwards, a fat man who was drenched into a drenched chicken ran into it.
This person is six feet tall, wearing a gown of ocher silk and satin, and looks like a merchant. In addition to him, there was a man who looked like a servant, and two attendants in blue and short brown, all of whom were heavily drenched by the rain.
While asking for a room from Xiao Er, the fat man didn't forget to yell at the three people who followed him, saying that they were all wine bags and rice bags, which caused him to get soaked like this. Fortunately, the goods were fine, otherwise he would have to wring their heads off.
"Guest officer, you see this son came first, you..."
A silver ingot was dropped, and the fat man said, "I will pay double the price."
"This-"
Apparently, the little girl was a little moved, because he set his sights on the scholar in blue.
"Are you unreasonable? There must always be a first-come-first-served order." The scholar's boy took a step forward and said indignantly.
"What order? Did you pay the money? But you have booked a room with the store? Since there is no one, I paid the money first, why can't you give it to me?"
The fat man ignored the bookboy, and said to Xiao Er: "No matter what price he offers, I will pay twice as much. Come on, don't blot, take us to the guest room, I want to take a bath, so I did this to protect the goods." Covered in mud."
"This-"
The dispute here has attracted many people's attention, but most of them just look at it without saying anything. After all, they are away from home, so they can avoid causing trouble. The people dressed as merchants are obviously numerous, but the scholar is only two people, seeing that he is just a poor scholar in his clothes and attire, naturally no one speaks for him.
"We came before them, why should we give them the room?"
The boy insisted on arguing with the fat man, but was stopped by the scholar: "Forget it, Xiaoqi."
"Forget it, young master, there are only two rooms left. Are we going to sleep outside today?"
The scholar in Qingshan asked Xiaoer: "There is no guest room, but can there be a firewood room or other places to stay? We don't care too much, and we can make do with it for one night."
Xiaoer pondered for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "There is a firewood house, but the place is dirty and humid. Living in this kind of place may have wronged my son." It's not loose either." Xiao Qi said angrily.
Xiao Er looked embarrassed, but the fat man was full of pride, and urged Xiao Er to take them to the guest room.
"Okay, Xiaoqi, don't say a word."
The scholar in green shirt cupped his hands to Xiao Er: "Okay, just the firewood house, as long as there is a place to stay."
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"Who are these people who would bully honest people." Zhichun muttered.
Feng Sheng thought for a while, then took a step forward and said, "Brother, I booked three rooms before, but there are only four of us, so we can squeeze two rooms together. How about this, I'll move you one .”
The scholar in green shirt was a little bit astonished, and immediately bowed to Feng Sheng gratefully: "Then thank you, brother."
Feng Sheng waved his hand: "No thanks, no thanks."
The two people here were talking, and after the fat man asked that there were only two rooms, he was forcing Xiaoer to move him another room. He heard Fang Fengsheng say that he would give him a room for this poor scholar, and interjected: "Make it for him." What, as poor as he is, he may not be able to afford the rent, give it to me, I will pay twice the price."
Because the matter has nothing to do with him, Zhichun has been holding back his temper, but now seeing this fat man, he repeats his old tricks. Before Feng Sheng could speak, she poohed: "Pooh, who cares about your stinky money!"
"Hey, how do you talk, little bookboy?" The fat man pointed at Zhichun, but faced Fang Fengsheng.
Zhichun was annoyed and wanted to say more, but was pulled by Feng Sheng.
With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she cupped her hands to the fat man, and said apologetically, "My book was young when I was a child, I was not very good at talking, and my temper was straightforward. When I usually walk on the street and see vicious dogs stealing food, I still have to reprimand you. It's all because of me." Don’t be surprised if you spoil him.”
Seeing that Feng Sheng had a good attitude, the fat man couldn't hold on to him, and seeing that the other party was a scholar who spoke in a polite manner, so in order to put on face, he bowed his hands back in a crappy salute and said that he didn't bother with him anymore.
It wasn't until Fang Fengsheng and his party left that he felt something was wrong.
"What did he mean by that?"
The servant following behind him replied: "Master, he is scolding you for being a vicious dog for stealing food, you look ugly when you eat."
The fat man was so angry that he wanted to chase after him to find out what happened, but he also felt that the other party's speech and behavior were not easy to bully, and it was really impossible to just say a word. He could only slap the boy to vent his hatred, and cursed: "Why didn't you say it earlier? My master would rather raise a dog than you! Useless things!"
The boy was slapped and didn't speak, just lowered his head.
"I didn't expect Brother Fang Xian to be a funny person, but to hurt him so much. It's just that this person has a violent temper and narrow-mindedness. I think he beat and scolded his subordinates. Just now you spoke out for me, lest you will cause trouble for my brother. .” Fan Jinchuan apologized.
Feng Sheng smiled nonchalantly: "Brother Fan, don't worry. Although this person has a violent temper, he is also a bully and fears the tough. He didn't catch up to argue just now, so he won't come again. Besides, I am not Just speaking up for brother Fan, but because he won't let me, the book boy, I'm just hurting him a few words."
"It's all because of me. Well, since Brother Fang Xian said it's nothing, then it's nothing. In short, I am very grateful to Brother Fang Xian for willing to give up the room to me, otherwise Xiao Qi and I would really want to live in the firewood house today."
Shutong Xiaoqi couldn't hold back and said: "Master, you should learn from Mr. Fang. You just have a good temper, otherwise you wouldn't be bullied by a merchant."
"I'm not arguing with him, it's just that he's 'reasonable', we didn't pay the rent before him, and he handed over the money to Xiao Er, who was obviously greedy for double the rent , What's the use of fighting with him, can I also imitate the other party to raise the price? This kind of competition is too meaningless."
"But his words are too ugly, so you're not angry?"
"Evil words do not come out of the mouth, and angry words do not come out of the body."
"The little one doesn't understand the meaning of the son's words, but this kind of person shouldn't tolerate him."
"A gentleman is beautiful when he is an adult, but evil when he is not an adult, but a villain is. Why bother with him, it doesn't hurt your mood."
After teaching the book boy, Fan Jinchuan was somewhat embarrassed to see Fang Fengsheng looking at him with a smile.
"Brother Fang Xian laughed, Xiaoqi is still young and not very sensible."
"Brother Fan's words are very reasonable, how can you laugh at them?"
At this time, Uncle Yu came over, Fan Jinchuan felt that it was not good to disturb him, Fang Fengsheng nodded, and took Xiaoqi into the next room.
Fang Fengsheng and his party also entered the room.
After closing the door, Zhichun couldn't hold back and said, "What a nerd!"
The conversation for a while is enough for everyone to see clearly the character of this scholar surnamed Fan. He is modest, courteous, courteous, neither humble nor overbearing, but he is too bookish.
Feng Sheng laughed, and sat down on the chair: "Actually, what he said is not unreasonable."
"Why does it make sense again? You have to pretend to be magnanimous after being bullied?"
Feng Sheng shook the folding fan lightly: "Evil words don't come out of our mouths, and angry words don't come back to us. We don't take the initiative to speak bad words to others, and naturally the bad words won't reflect back on ourselves. Although it's a bit cowardly, but when you go out, you can Save yourself a lot of trouble."
"But the young master also said that he was too cowardly. He was the first to come, but he was robbed of the room, and finally asked us to give him a room. Although the servant girl is used to guarding the young master at night, but I always feel that I shouldn't condone that kind of person." Zhichun said a little unconvinced.
"In our opinion, a little rent is nothing, but you can see that Mr. Fan's plain clothes indicate that his family is poor. He competed with merchants, and the two were at loggerheads. He lost money when he won, and lost face when he lost. He was thankless. And in a bad mood."
"According to this, this scholar is quite smart?"
Feng Sheng just smiled and said nothing.
She folded her folding fan, tapped her palms, and stood up: "Okay, pack up and change clothes, we'll go eat later, we've eaten white water with steamed buns for two days, today I'm going to have a big meal."
Seeing her like this, not only a smile flashed in Uncle Yu's eyes, Zhichun and Zhiqiu both laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
"No, nothing."
When Feng Sheng walked out the door, Zhichun and Zhiqiu said from the back that the young master is much more lively now.
The rain didn't stop, but it was getting bigger and bigger.
The shopkeeper of the inn stood in the door, looking worriedly at the heavy rain outside, and muttered in his mouth, don't let the heavy rain wash away the hillside.
The waiter on the side heard this, and looked into the lobby with a smile: "Shopkeeper, you like to worry more, our place is stable, even if there is a landslide, we can't rush here, at most the road will be blocked, so this It’s better to come, this kind of business is not common.”
The shopkeeper slapped him across the face: "Go to work, brat!"
Turning around and looking at the crowded hall, I felt a bit of joy, but then I thought that if the road was really blocked, the food in the store would last for a few days, so Xiao Er really didn’t say anything. Wrong, this shopkeeper is born to worry about his life.
However, the old shopkeeper's worry was not unreasonable. Sure enough, after checking out the next day, some guests returned without success, saying that the rain had washed away the road.
In this way, everyone can only wait for the rain to stop and the road is completely dry before walking. Some people will inevitably complain. After all, most of the people who will take this road are merchant porters who are in a hurry, but complaining is useless. Can stick.
It was night, and a scream cut through the long night.
Something happened, someone died in the inn.
The author has something to say: I want to change the name of the female teacher.
Ahem, I have already been complained n times by people that I don’t care about the name, it’s too casual, it’s too vulgar. I have reflected on it for the past two days, and it seems that I am really a little distracted. The heroine will use the master as a springboard in the early stage, but it is not the master in the back, and it is too inappropriate to call the female master.
How about changing "The Legend of Feng Sheng"? With my limited brain capacity, I can only come up with something like this. Although it is not novel enough, this story is indeed about Fang Fengsheng. It seems good to use her name as the title. If it's okay, I'll change it.