Mr. Yao obviously didn't pay attention to Cheng Zhiyuan last night, because when he found out that the copper box was not a white cave painting, he lost any interest. Since Cheng Zhiyuan liked it, he gave it to him. The things given by the Sima family were still useful.

Is there anything about mother-in-law?

The Sima family is not treated as an outsider in what they say. In fact, the Sima family does not have much to do with Mr. Yao. Although he scolds him behind his back, he is still respectful and respectful in public. This cannot be said about Sima.

There is a gene in the ancestral line of the Sima family that is both positive and negative. This is just human nature. Moreover, the relationship between the Sima family and Mr. Yao is really special.

The old man got up very early, but when he saw Cheng Zhiyuan getting up earlier, he smiled slightly and felt that the boy could be taught. However, when he saw that the house he had temporarily lent to Cheng Zhiyuan to live in, it had been "

When the whole family was "cut off", his hair suddenly spread like a furious lion.

Cheng Zhiyuan thought that he was going to be scolded by Mr. Yao next. He had even prepared the two taels of private money that he had secretly hidden and had not paid for food. However, he did not expect that Mr. Yao would forcefully suppress the pain that he had never had.

Angry, he just told Cheng Zhiyuan that he was not going to practice sword practice today and asked him to go out and get some drinks.

Cheng Zhiyuan, who felt that he had escaped disaster, naturally agreed, and then took the yellow snake with him. The little guy scurried into his collar and hid, while the one-eyed copper box was thrown into the dilapidated house to look after the house.

Cheng Zhiyuan went to the street. The place to buy drinks was on Dongjie Street, and he had to cross Handan Avenue.

The sun began to climb high in the sky. Cheng Zhiyuan came to the restaurant and fished out five large gourds of wine. These five gourds were different from the ones a few nights ago. They didn't have any weird smell, they were just five of the most ordinary yellow-skinned gourds.

Big gourd.

Just because everything was fine when you arrived doesn't mean everything was fine when you left.

An angry "get out" interrupted the peaceful and beautiful years. The dilapidated poor door slowly opened. The little girl lowered her head, her forehead was red and swollen, and the corners of her eyes were purple. She walked silently from the somewhat pitiful threshold.

, and finally closed the door carefully, bent down and knelt down, and kowtowed twice.

She stood up, staggering a little, rubbed the corners of her eyes, holding a tattered cloth bag in her arms, still wearing some old clothes that did not fit her height, and walked slowly towards the alley, leaving only

a shadow.

"Isn't that the girl who sells horses?"

"Hiss (you're right)."

Cheng Zhiyuan was carrying five gourds, and the yellow snake blinked its eyes, while the restaurant's fat head hooked up and took a look, and snorted in displeasure.

In an instant, two sharp eyes (one was a snake) looked at the fat-headed and big-eared bartender. The latter suddenly got excited, shook his head, and tapped the edge of the wine jar with the wine ladle in his hand:

"No, we don't look down on that little girl, don't get me wrong."

The fat ears trembled, reminding Cheng Zhiyuan of the fat chief clerk in Xingxiu Mansion in Yuci City who also had a fat head and big ears. That guy did not work every day and only slept, and his ears were often bitten by the green snakes on the jade pillars.

The Fatty Restaurant pursed his lips at the shabby and poor family: "No, that little girl's father is said to be an old gentry, and I heard he is quite famous. But in this generation, the family is poor and shabby, and this old guy is just a good scholar.

Yes, when his father was still alive, he arranged a marriage for him, which was fine, but his wife died early... ahem..."

"I also passed the exam for the Holy Sect, but I didn't get in. I also tried to recruit talents but was not selected. I wanted to be a demon slayer, but I picked up a bad stick and was chased away when I encountered a dog. Later,

He is very lucky, and somehow he became the disciple of Sikong's son. Come on, if you think about it, if this disciple is successful, he will directly move to a high-level figure..."

"It's a pity that this guy was free for a year. People thought that he only knew how to talk and talk and repeat the same old tricks over and over again. He was just relying on the legacy of his ancestors, but it was of no use in practice, so they fired him."

The restaurant owner knocked on the wine jar, and the crisp sound seemed to be an accompaniment: "This guy is back. He claims that he has no talent and is full of great ideas that no one knows. He says that without Bole taking a fancy to him, everyone in the world is stupid... Hey

, he is an unappreciated scholar, but even his own life needs to be taken care of by his daughter!"

Cheng Zhiyuan thought of the situation when the little girl was selling horses on the street and was ridiculed.

The restaurant owner continued to talk. Although he was already busy with his own affairs, his mouth did not stop, and he was still talking: "There are thousands of bells of millet in the book, and there is a face like jade in the book. Don't eat the food that comes out of your mouth."

If you have any guts, why haven’t I seen corn in those bamboo films..."

Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, frowned, and thought to himself, isn't this sentence a famous saying by Song Zhenzong? Is it really okay for a nobleman like you to use Song Zhenzong's famous sayings for your own use?

He looked towards the humble door and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he walked away on his own. However, the fat restaurant owner didn't pay attention and continued to murmur in a low voice:

"He also said that he had committed a sin by giving birth to a daughter. He wanted to sell everything to outsiders, and in the end he wanted to pay for the daughter as well. He really thought he was a useless piece of shit... You bastard, you still need a daughter to support you.

You, no matter how bad you are, you can’t hit her..."

The fat man's back was obscured by the smoke. Cheng Zhiyuan walked to Han Men and then gave him a gentle push.

The door was unlocked. This was the outer courtyard. There were a few passers-by. They looked at Cheng Zhiyuan's movements strangely and exchanged glances with each other. They felt that he looked a bit like a thief.

This left Cheng Zhiyuan speechless, but that was not important. What was important was what Cheng Zhiyuan saw.

In front of the yard, inside the house, all that could be seen was darkness.

But there was no demonic aura, and this was not a phenomenon caused by the demonic aura. Cheng Zhiyuan's dragon pupils were not aroused and remained extremely quiet.

Without entering the door, Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at the place where the little girl left.

After Sima got Mr. Yao's reply, he returned home and discussed the matter with Sima Ming. The latter was naturally not very happy, and naturally there was no need to take back the lent copper box. Moreover, Sima Ming had no respect for Yao.

The gentleman said that he did not recommend that King Zhao go beyond the etiquette at this time, and he expressed his full agreement.

He planned to bathe and change clothes the next day. Three days later, when he got the Emperor's Cloth, he presented it to him. As for the good horse, he had already chosen it. Overall, it felt like a big stone fell in his heart, which relieved him from all the tension he had endured for so many days.

Enough soothing.

Of course Sima was also very happy, but he was thinking about another thing.

After he left Mr. Yao's dyeing workshop that day, he met a man holding a yellow pony on the road. That horse was exactly the one that a little girl led to show Cheng Zhiyuan. Of course, now this horse is missing.

It arrived in the hands of a young man with a strangely pale face who was wearing a shoulder pad made of white wolf fur.

Sima clapped his hands, his left hand clapped his right hand, and turned over and over again.
Chapter completed!