The weather was getting warmer, and Ling Yun happened to be resting, and he ran back from outside, feeling very lively.

Parents from ancient times to the present will never forget the famous saying "wear more".

For Ling Yun, that's even worse. He had to wear four of them when he wore two, for fear that he would get sick and get a cold, so that his thin and fat body made him sweat after walking two laps.

What made him most uncomfortable was that when it was cold this day, he could only take a shower for half a month to a month. He had to pick up the water by the river, and boiling water costs firewood.

Every time Ling Yun proposed to take a shower, Yang would wonder: "I just washed it half a month ago and it was still cold. I said I was feeling uncomfortable and my mother wiped you."

After all, he was persuaded not to let him take a bath, not only because of waste water and firewood, but also because he was worried that his body would not be able to bear it and accidentally got sick again.

However, since he entered the school, he jogs back every day, and sometimes he runs around his yard for a few laps.

Running and doing push-ups are essential exercises he nowadays. Because there is no developed medical care in this era, if you want to stay healthy, you must strengthen your body. After all, life lies in exercise.

It is because he doesn't want to be the kind of weak scholar who can't lift his shoulders or pick his shoulders, but can only be romantic, shaking his head to write poems.

If he had the chance, he would want to become a scholar like Xin Qiji, who was both heroic and chivalrous.

It would be great if he could learn martial arts. He was very obsessed with the martial arts in the TV series.

If you have the chance in the future, you must search for martial arts secrets. If you become a martial arts master, fly around the eaves and walk around the walls, come and go without a trace, and the world will be free and easy, wouldn’t it be so happy!

Speaking of which, although his current body feels so strong that he is not as strong as adults, his self-consciousness is not inferior to his peers.

But no matter what he said, he was sincere or full of fantasy, even if he did a few push-ups in front of her that she couldn't understand.

In the end, Yang only had two words - no, which made him extremely depressed, but he could do nothing.

He urgently hoped that the weather would get hot. When it was hot, put the water in a wooden barrel and put it in the sun. When the water temperature was hot, it would be fine to take a warm bath.

After all, he was still young, so he was not embarrassed to hide in the woods by the river and wash.

Now it was finally warm. Yang saw that the sun was good and finally was willing to take a bath for him.

I originally wanted to go to the river to wash it in order to save water and firewood. After all, the weather is not cold now, so I won’t catch a cold even if I soak in the river. However, Yang refused, so he had to give up.

There was no clean room at his house, but he just built a simple shed at the base of the wall. It was actually a thatched hut, a small shed surrounded by thatched for their daily bathing.

Ling Yun first dragged out the bathtub and let the water dry in the sun. It was milder and then added some hot water.

He felt the water temperature and was no longer cold, so he was ready to wash. Because he had grown up, he couldn't sit on the bathtub and could only use a towel to scrub it.

Yang, who was standing beside him, saw him take off all his clothes, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him.

Ling Yun, as if he had seen a ghost, hurriedly covered his body and shrank back, and said nervously: "Mom, I'll do it myself!"

Yang: Are you serious about taking a step back?

Yang looked at him casually, and regardless of the slightest, he caught him one by one.

He picked up the towel next to the bucket, rubbed it on him at a disagreement, and smiled lightly, "You can't wash it clean yourself, I'll rub it for you, it's white and clean."

"Mom, the child has grown up and can wash it by himself."

Lingyun covered her body tightly, wailing in fear, and emphasized over and over again that she wanted to wash herself.

Although he is only five years old, he is not young anymore, and his adult soul. My god, Ling Yun is so embarrassed that he can cut out three bedrooms and one living room.

But no matter how he hid and didn't want to, he could not escape Yang's clutches in the end, so that he became numb and rubbed him all over by her.

Yang didn't dare to let him catch a cold, so after he got frustrated, he asked the big kid to wrap him up with a big scarf and carry him into the house.

Although the bathing process is both painful and embarrassing, it makes people laugh and cry, and I wish I could cover my eyes.

But after taking a shower, I feel refreshed, full of energy, and I feel fluttering and extremely relaxed.

After taking a shower, his father happened to take Yang to the town to purchase. Ling Yun didn't even think about it and wanted to follow him. Yang always spoiled his children, so he took him with him.

The town is about twenty miles away from his home, and it takes at least one hour to walk. If you are lucky enough to encounter a ox cart to the county town, the time will be reduced by half.

Because the distance is long and I haven't encountered a car, Ling Yun asked his father to carry it when he was tired of walking. He walked around like this and came to the town.

Ling Yun has always been out for a few days. He was a little yearning for the market, but after all, he had never seen it before and was full of curiosity. But when he went to the town, he found that the market in the town was a bit different from what he imagined.

It turns out that what people usually say about "going to the town to buy things" is usually the largest and richest villages in several villages, and everyone goes there to market every five days.

Over time, more and more people take the things they store at home to buy and sell them. Over time, they become markets.

Slowly, people started to open shops and sell food, restaurants and drink tea. In the end, more and more people in this village were called "town" by villagers.

In fact, the main thing is the flow of people. With more people, there will naturally be more demand, and there will be consumption when there is demand.

Combined with the local economic prosperity and the villagers like to gather here, it becomes a town.

Ling Yun looked over all the way. Although it was in the town, there was only one bookstore. From time to time, there were scholars wearing book bags and long gowns in the store.

Ling Yun was pulled to the salt shop by his father. His eyes were gurgling around, especially like a local bun entering the city.

The family of three bought a little on the left and a little on the right. After a while, Ling Dashan, who had purchased the essentials, took him to the noodle shop.

The restaurant is diagonally opposite the noodle restaurant. Why is it a restaurant? It’s no different. This restaurant is really grand and it’s still a two-story building.

Although lunch has passed at this time, it does not affect the people coming in at all.

Of course, Ling Daren and Yang would not go to eat such a restaurant, because a meal here costs as little as one tael of silver and as much as a dozen taels, which actually subverts their consumption concept.

The three of them sat down at the noodle shop, bought three bowls of Yangchun noodles, and added an egg to Ling Yun.

While Ling Yun was waiting for the noodles, he found that there was a teahouse next to the noodle restaurant, and there were many tea guests.

I saw the tea lovers drinking a bowl of tea, talking about daily trivialities, discussing national affairs, reporting business information, and listening to the ears.

I just said: come without asking, go without saying goodbye, smoke smoke, drink tea, talk long and short, free days!

On the high platform of the teahouse, there is only one table, a folding fan, a wake-up wooden square, and a cup of clear tea.

The storyteller first bowed in front of him, then shouted: Dear fellow villagers, I will borrow a piece of treasure land to talk to everyone.

Rich people can support money, and don’t leave, don’t support someone, just support someone. I’ll thank everyone here!

It turns out that he is a person who makes a living by relying on his mouth. The opening remarks were praised, which made Ling Yun dazzled. Then the storyteller slapped the wood in the hall, and the seat was silent.

Speaking of which, Cui Yingying is nineteen years old, knitted girl, and she can do everything.

When her father was alive, he betrothed her to Zheng Heng, the eldest son of Zheng Shangshu, the nephew of Zheng.

The scholar Zhang Sheng happened to meet a lady and a matchmaker playing outside the hall. Zhang Sheng was originally from Xiluo and was the son of the Minister of Rites. His parents died and his family was poor.

He went to the capital alone to take the exam. When he passed by here, he suddenly remembered that his eight-day friendship, Du Que, was in Puguan, so he stayed.

...

"I'm so old man, Zhang Sheng's story makes his ears calluses. Can't you change your taste?"

One person shouted in the audience, and one person answered.

"That's right, just one or two paragraphs, either Zhang Sheng or Li Sheng, the plot is very boring."

"If there is no new story, come down, don't embarrass you above."

"That's right, come down quickly."

"Come down..."

When Zhang Sheng heard that it was another old routine, he repeated it eight hundred times, the tea guests in the audience were full of complaints.

It started to make a fuss, and sarcastically sarcastically at the storytellers on the stage and pointed at them.

"Dear readers, don't be anxious, Mr. Rong thinks about it carefully."

Seeing the people below the audience roaring and pressure, the storyteller frowned and his eyelids twitched, and he didn't dare to arouse public anger.

Otherwise, losing reputation will be like cutting off the road to life.

"Well, please don't be impatient, please listen to me in detail."

The storyteller thought hard and finally came up with a story. He breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:

But it was said that a scholar in the previous dynasty fell in love with a popular courtesan Hua Manlou.

That day, the scholar stood in front of the courtesan and said to her: "When I was awarded the title of the Golden List, I will never let you down."

The courtesan blushed and said, "Take it serious?"

"If I break this promise, I will die without a place to bury myself." The scholar said softly, and swore to the sky without hesitation.

Seeing that the scholar was sincere and the courtesan was in a mess, he quickly covered his mouth and smiled like a flower shyly, "Hey, there is no need for this swearing, I know you are different from others."

"Those who know me are Xue'er."

If this love lasts for a long time, it will not last day and night.

Soon, the scholar went to Beijing alone to take the exam. The courtesan sent him to the boat and gave him all his wealth and wealth.

The two of them were reluctant to part with each other, but they gave you a thousand miles away, and there was a separation.

On the shore, she was as tender as water, singing and dancing for him with affection. The scholar only said that she would wait for him and promised that the day of high school would be the time to marry her.

...

Time flies. When a scholar became the top scholar in high school, Shilihong married Princess Taiping of the dynasty.

That day, flowers filled the side room, and there was a letter in it, which read: You have a little bit of red lips and thousands of people tasted it, how can you be worthy of me, the top scholar?
To be continued...