The Northern Song Dynasty, the third year of Tianxi, spring, slightly cold.
On the official road.
Kou Ji, who is only sixteen years old, wears a washed white gown, and his thin face is slightly pale. He sits on the bullock cart and tries to retract his body into the tall cargo, using the cargo to block the cold. wind.
The man who drove the car pulled off a sheepskin jacket and threw it on him.
Kou Ji did not dislike the strong stench on the sheepskin jacket, and thanked the sheepskin jacket again and again, "Thank you, Brother Zhang Cheng..."
"No courtesy!"
With a cold face, Zhang Cheng replied coldly on his face.
A cold wind blew, Kou Ji quickly wrapped herself in a sheepskin jacket and hid in the cargo pile again.
"Ah puff~"
"Suck~"
The sound of sneezing and sniffing sounded in Kou Ji's ears.
Kou Ji frowned and tried to pretend not to hear, but his soft heart urged him to sit up and throw the sheepskin jacket out of him.
"Dress it!"
The sheepskin jacket smashed on the side of the bullock cart, a boy who was only about fourteen years old, with thin clothes, cold nose and swollen nose, and a long nose.
The boy wiped his nose, hugged the sheepskin jacket, and gave Kou Ji a warm smile on his face.
"Master, I'm not cold..."
The boy's name is Erbao, without a surname, and he was bought into the Kou family since he was a child.
Hearing this, Kou Ji withdrew his hands into his cuffs, glared at him, and yelled: "You won't listen to what the young master said? If I say you are cold, you will be cold."
Er Bao understood his young master's temper, and when he heard his young master's anger, he shrank his neck in fright and hurriedly wrapped his sheepskin jacket.
He didn't know to thank him, he just kept smirking at Kou Ji.
Kou Ji glared at him again, and retired into the cargo pile scoldingly.
Zhang Cheng seemed to have been paying attention to their master and servant. When he saw Kou Ji throw the sheepskin jacket to Er Bao, a rare smile appeared on his face.
He smiled ugly and said: "Your kid is not bad, and you will definitely be able to get out of Bianjing in the future, but your bragging problems have to be changed..."
Hearing this, Kou Ji became a little unhappy. He sat up and said righteously: "My grandfather is really Kou Zhun!"
Er Bao nodded and said, "Our old lady is Kou Zhun!"
As soon as the master and servant said these words, the people who followed the bullock cart group laughed.
"If your grandfather is Kou Zhun, my mother is the current queen!"
Someone followed up with a booze.
Zhang Cheng kindly persuaded him: "Boy, relatives can't confess indiscriminately. Do you know why they laugh at you? That's a laugh. You don't know. In the Song Dynasty, who doesn't know, Kou Gong has no heirs.
If you want to bluff and deceive, you should not pretend to use the name of Kou's son.
Outside the city of Bianjing, everyone just treated it as a joke.
But when you enter the city of Bianjing, you will be beaten if you use Kou Gong’s name to slander. "
Kou Ji slumped helplessly on the bullock cart, shrugged, and smiled: "You found out..."
As soon as this remark came out, there was another burst of laughter.
Such scenes have happened several times along the way.
When people travel long distances in groups, there are always good people who like to inquire about the purpose of other people's travel and their family background.
After Kou Ji told the truth about his family background, he was regarded as a little liar.
Kou Ji did not argue.
He knew in his heart that he did not lie.
He also spent a period of bitter days in Huazhou Township after crossing the road before he figured out his identity and family background.
As everyone said, Kou had no children in his life.
But when I was old, I started thinking of accepting the child.
As for Kou Ji's cheap father, Kou Li, who was studying abroad, he was recognized by Kou Zhunxiang as Congzi because his parents had died and he was doing good reading.
Kou Ji also rose with the tide and became Kou Zhun's grandson.
A few days ago, Kou Ji was fishing on the edge of the Weishui in Huazhou Township. Kou Li sent a letter from Bianjing City to him, informing him of the incident, and also told him that his grandfather Kou Zhunfuxiang Now, let him quickly go to Bianjing City to enjoy the blessing.
Kou Ji almost didn't even think about it, pulling Erbao, carrying a bag and ran to Bianjing.
He had been a poor ghost for half his life in his previous life, and now he finally had a chance to be an official for three generations and a dude. He didn't want to miss it at all.
Of course, with his upstart status, it is impossible to go on the road with only a book boy.
When he was out of Huazhou, in order to flatter him, the clan gave him twelve loyal servants to follow.
However, less than five miles out of Huazhou, he encountered three times of robbery.
The twelve loyal servants were all dead.
If it weren't for the escape, and encounter this brigade of hundred people heading to Bianjing, it is estimated that he and Erbao would also become the dead souls of the grass bandits in the mountains.
It is precisely because he has lost the follower of the hero that no one believes what he said.
Lying back in the ox cart again, Kou Ji didn't bother to bother with these people anymore. He half-squinted his eyes and continued to fantasize in his mind about Bianjing City, and the dwarf life of a horse and an eagle.
The bullock cart jogged forward.
About an hour later, passing by a tea shed, everyone exchanged a few bowls of tea with copper plates, squatting at the door of the tea shed, mixed with dry cakes and gnawed.
Kou Ji’s master servant had no money, so he could only follow the kind-hearted Zhang Cheng, rubbing a bowl of tea and two dry cakes.
Simply fill up their stomachs, and everyone continues on the road.
Another hour passed.
A faint noise came from a distance.
Kou Ji, who was sitting on the bullock cart with his eyes closed, felt that the bullock cart had stopped. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a city in the distance.
The towering city wall is more than ten feet high, with flags, green smoke curling in the city wall, and a top corner of the algae roof, arching the magnificent palace.
The city is majestic and majestic.
"Master, master, we are in Bianjing! We are in Bianjing!"
Er Bao pulled the sheepskin jacket and screamed excitedly.
The rest of the people on the road also stopped and watched this majestic city with excitement.
"This time I enter Bianjing, I must seek a wealth!"
Someone tightened the burden on his body and said firmly.
Suddenly it resonated with other people.
They nodded in response.
In a daze, Kou Ji seemed to see the scene of future generations, thousands of people rushing to Beijing for wealth.
This is probably the charm of the capital.
Kou Ji slowly stood up, straightened his waist, looked up at Bianjing City, and said quietly: "Enter Bianjing this time, and enjoy wealth!"
As soon as this remark came out, there was another burst of laughter.
Zhang Cheng turned his head and gave him a blank look.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Cheng shook the whip in his hand, and the old scalper who was pulling took another heavy step.
Kou Ji couldn't stand still and fell into the pile of goods.
The closer the Bianjing city is, the lighter the footsteps of everyone becomes.
They seem to be eager to enter Bianjing City, to witness the beauty of Bianjing City as soon as possible, and to enjoy the wealth of Bianjing City.
Gradually, the city is near...