Chapter 177 If my sisters husband can do it, you can do it too!
Princess Gao Yang wanted to say something else, but when she saw the debater, she suddenly realized that what she had done was too much. She lowered her head and felt a trace of apology in her heart.
Alas, I am asking for too much. I have already left the palace, so how can I dare to ask for so much?
Princess Gaoyang sighed, and now she began to gradually accept the fact that she had fled.
Finally, the plain porridge finally entered Princess Gaoyang's belly.
Today is different from the past. Since she has chosen to elope with Bianji, she has to go to the end even if she suffers hardships and is tired.
She must not be picky. It is difficult for her in all aspects. How can it not be difficult to argue?
The night passed like this.
Early the next morning, when the rooster crows, Bianji has already gotten up, washed up, and is ready to find some work.
He glanced at Gao Yang, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and stood at the door for a long time, but finally turned around and left without waking her up.
The market in the early morning is not very busy yet, and most of the vendors have just set up their stalls.
Bian Ji walked aimlessly on the street, and stopped when he came to a restaurant.
Maybe, I can work as an errand boy in this restaurant.
With this thought in mind, Bian Ji entered the building, and the aroma of wine and delicious food immediately hit his nostrils.
"Hey, guest officer, you are a new face? Do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"
As soon as I entered, the waiter waved the rag and came up to me and asked.
Bianji smiled. It was the first time he came out to look for work, so he was a little nervous.
He scratched his head involuntarily and said with a shy smile: "Store, I... am not here to stay. I just want to ask you, do we still need errands here?"
After hearing this, the waiter was slightly stunned.
When he learned that Bian Ji was looking for a job, he was extremely suspicious.
A monk looking for work is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
The waiter suddenly lost his respectful look towards the customers, wiped his hands with the rag on his shoulder, and began to look at the counter intentionally or unintentionally.
Hmm... The person looks fair and clean. After reading the first impression, the waiter at the store thought he was passable and said calmly: "Errenderman, wait a minute. I have to ask our shopkeeper. Just wait here."
Bar."
After saying that, he left. When he came back a short time later, he didn't even look at the counter and said "no", then put on a smile to greet the guests who had just come in.
Bianji suddenly became the focus of attention because of the waiter's words of "no".
Some young ladies and gentlemen, looking at Bian Ji's impoverished appearance, began to whisper.
"This young monk looks quite decent, how could he be so destitute that he needs to go out and look for work?"
"Hey, what you said is wrong. Although our city of Chang'an is the capital of the country, there are still some poor families. I see that he is dressed simply, so he must be a child of a poor family."
"I don't think so. With his pretty features, he must not have been raised by a poor family. In my opinion, this little monk must have fallen into disgrace, or the temple has closed down."
"That's right. Judging from the temperament in his movements, it is not something that a child from a poor family can have. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm really curious about what changes he has gone through."
The diners around were talking a lot and constantly pointing at the machine.
Listening to the back-and-forth discussion, Bianji felt a little flustered for a moment. Feeling that he had lost a lot of face, he hurriedly left.
On the way, Bianji sighed helplessly. The elopement life in just one day turned out to be so exhausting.
I had to make my own meals, and I was rejected when looking for a job.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the days when he was still in the temple.
In fact, it’s not bad to chant sutras and recite Buddha’s name every day, right?
Bianji regretted eloping with Princess Gaoyang.
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As time passed slowly, Bianji walked through streets one after another and asked the waiters or teahouses in one place after another. The sun had already reached noon before he knew it.
He looked up at the time and sighed helplessly.
From the day when the rooster crows when I got up to look for a job, several envoys have passed by, and it's already noon, but I still found nothing.
This feeling of frustration made the debater even more uncomfortable.
"That's it, that's it. Let's go back first and come out to look for it after dinner."
Bianji sighed again, and then walked towards his and Princess Gaoyang's temporary residence.
At the same time, not long after Princess Gaoyang had washed herself, she squatted next to the stove fire and blew randomly on the firewood that was sending out thick smoke.
She knew that Bianji had gone out early to make a living, so she thought of cooking by herself so that Bianji could have hot meals when he came back.
But she...she really overestimated herself too much.
In the past, she had lived in a comfortable position for more than ten years, and she had never even worn the clothes herself. How could she cook like a good wife and mother?
She couldn't help but become frustrated. After several attempts to no avail, she was so angry that she kicked the stove over.
Gao Yang looked at the continuously rolling stove and said angrily: "I am so angry with this princess. If I were still in the palace, how could I be so tired?"
She suddenly felt regretful and turned around to look at the house they had almost lost all their money to buy. It was still a shabby thatched cottage, and she became even more angry.
Last night, when she was sleeping, she was still thinking that there was no room for regret for the path she had chosen. No matter how hard or tiring it was, she could just live with Bian Ji. Now...
Gao Yang's eyes turned red inexplicably.
This is completely different from the elopement she imagined!!
"How could this happen? Why did my sister also elope, but the result was so good?"
"My sister's husband, Qin Wenyuan, not only achieved great success, but also had his father and the emperor personally order the awarding of titles. He even regrets his decision to expel his sister from the royal family."
"Why, why is it so difficult for me to even eat..."
Gao Yang muttered to himself, becoming more and more sad as he spoke.
It was at this time that the defense machine came back.
Seeing the thick smoke coming out from behind the house, I felt anxious and ran over quickly.
"Xia He! Where are you? Are you okay?"
Bianji looked flustered. After not seeing Gao Yang in the main hall, he quickly went around to the back of the house.
When he looked at the situation of Gao Yang and the stove, he suddenly froze on the spot.
When Gao Yang saw that the debate machine had come back, his little face blackened by smoke was completely filled with grievances, and his tears fell even more fiercely.
"Ding Lin, woo woo woo..."
Gao Yang sobbed.
"Why are you crying? But you burned your hands by lighting the fire?"
Bianji hurriedly ran to Gao Yang, knelt down and began to comfort Gao Yang, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief in his heart.
He thought the house was on fire, but it turned out to be okay, there was no fire and everyone was fine.
Listening to Bianji's inquiry, Gao Yang sniffed arrogantly, wiped his tears, and then pointed at the stove and said angrily: "They! They are the ones bullying me. I want to light a fire for you to cook, but they are...
You can’t light it! You just want to go against me!”
Hearing this, Bianji was amused. Looking at the stove where the smoke was still billowing, he felt angry and funny at the same time.
He smiled and said angrily: "Xia He, I thought something happened. It turns out that it is like this. Since you can't make a fire, you can just wait for me to come back. Why bother to be angry with a pile of wood? Look at it.
Are you so angry?"
"I...I..." Gao Yang was speechless for a moment.
"Okay, okay." Bianji laughed again and continued: "Go and wash your face quickly. Isn't it just living and cooking? I will do it."
After the words fell, Gao Yang nodded, and then he walked into the house.
By the time Gao Yang came out again, Bian Ji had already started cooking.
At this moment, Gao Yang sat quietly and looked at the figure who was busy working on his machine, and suddenly said: "Ding Lin, you have been out for so long today, but have you found any work?"
Hearing this, Bian Ji paused as he lit a fire in his hand, then smiled and said: "Now due to the locust disaster in Chang'an City a few days ago, many people know that Chang'an City is safe, and they have flocked in to try to stay safe for the rest of their lives.
"
"When there are more people here, it won't be so easy to find jobs. After dinner, I will continue to look for them."
After finishing speaking, he continued to light the fire.
Gao Yang pouted and said angrily: "Yes, it's all my sister's husband Qin Wenyuan's fault. It was the solution he provided to deal with the locusts that made you unable to find a job now. It's really abominable!"
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
After hearing this, Bian Ji felt that Gao Yang thought things were too simple.
If it weren't for Qin Wenyuan's handling of the locust disaster, it's hard to say whether Chang'an City would exist now.
As soon as Qin Wenyuan was mentioned, Bianji felt a sense of frustration.
Qin Wenyuan was too dazzling, and Gao Yang often compared him with Qin Wenyuan, which made Bianji feel uncomfortable.
"yes."
Bianji made a casual remark and started to light up the fire again.
The two never spoke again.
It wasn't until after dinner that the prosecutor was about to leave, when Gao Yang suddenly stopped him and said, "Ding Lin, please wait a moment."
Bian Ji stopped, turned around and looked at her in confusion, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"
Gao Yang didn't answer, turned around, locked the door, and ran towards Bianji.
When he was only half a meter away, he made a fist with his little hand as if to cheer himself up, and said firmly: "I will go find a job with you today. After all, I think my sister accompanied Qin Wenyuan here.
, so I can’t let you work hard alone.”
"I want to fight with you! Then, in the future, my father will also regret his decision to betroth me to Fang Jun!"
After saying that, Bianji said a faint "hmm" and nodded.
Then, the two figures disappeared at the entrance of the village.
After running around all afternoon, Gao Yang was tired, so Bianji took her to find a tea shed to sit down. The waiter poured tea and greeted her enthusiastically, but Bianji had a sad look on his face.
A sadness so strong that it cannot be resolved, like negative energy, also infected Gao Yang next to him.
At this time, several coolies came from a distance. Perhaps they had just rested, and everyone was dripping with sweat.
"It's really not a job for humans! I almost died from exhaustion there!" A stronger-looking man said after taking a sip of tea.
The people around him listened, drank the tea in one gulp, sighed, and said, "Oh, there's nothing we can do. We still have a wife and children at home, so we can't just leave them alone."
"Well, I'm just complaining. The one in my family shows off his handkerchief every day and earns a few scattered coins to share my burden. With such a good wife, what more can I ask for?"
After saying something else, the man paid for the tea and left in a hurry with his companions.
An idea suddenly flashed in Bianji's mind, and he quickly pulled Gao Yang to catch up, saying: "Brother in front, please stay."
Hearing this, the man stopped, looked at Bianji and Gao Yang, and asked, "Little monk, do you want me to do anything?"
Bianji raised his hands and saluted, "To be honest with you, brother, my wife and I have just arrived here and want to find some work to make a living. I just heard from brother that there is a job, so... So I want to ask, brother, if you can help me introduce him to it.
Recommendation can also help us husband and wife make a living."
Upon hearing this, the man looked at the defense machine more carefully, with a suspicious look on his face, "Little monk, I see that you are very thin and weak. Are you afraid that you won't be able to do the work we do?"
"After all, what we do is all hard work. Even we are almost exhausted. Can you really do it, little monk?"
Bian Ji knew that he couldn't do it, but for the sake of living, he gritted his teeth and nodded, firmly saying: "I can do it. Life is forcing me, so I hope my brother can help me."
Hearing this, the man still looked unconvinced.
But he glanced at Gao Yang, who was already tired, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy, and couldn't help but said: "In that case, you two, just follow me."
After walking a few streets, the man took Gao Yang to his home and asked his wife to receive him. Then he left with his phone and went to look for work.
When the night got dark and everyone went home, Bianji was sweating profusely. He opened the door and looked at Gao Yang sewing stitch by stitch under the candlelight. He sighed and went to cook.
The days passed like that, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed since Gao Yang left the palace.
However, even though both of them are busy making a living, their lives are still very tight.
Gao'an County, Fushui River Bank.
It was noon at this time, and the sun was very bright.
Bianji was on the river bank, running back and forth to the warehouse carrying goods weighing dozens of kilograms.
A thin body cannot carry as much as those who are strong and healthy. The back and forth is tiring and sweaty, and it is extremely painful.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the days when he was still in the temple.
If he hadn't eloped with Princess Gaoyang, maybe... maybe he wouldn't have suffered like this in his life, right?
Thinking this way, Bian Ji lost his mind.
It wasn't until he bumped into someone coming from the warehouse and something fell off his shoulder that he came back to his senses.
"You guy, what's going on? Why did you hit me on such a wide road?" The person who was hit said angrily, feeling very angry.
The braider quickly bowed and apologized. With his small arms and thin legs, he had no one to rely on. Now he couldn't say anything else except apologizing.