Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao thought about it carefully, and reluctantly took out a silver ingot and gave it to him.

Bai Shan took the money and said to her generously: "Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

The next day was Eighteen, which was their last day of vacation. Instead of going to Su's house with Man Bao, Bai Shan took two ingots of silver with him, took Bai Erlang out, and first looked for a place to exchange the silver into copper plates.

He directly exchanged half a basket of copper coins, and then asked Daji to carry the bamboo basket to find the young man who walked the streets and alleys to read poetry for him on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the three teenagers met, Bai Shan asked him to find a secluded place, then took out a sling of copper coins from the bamboo basket, squatted on the ground and waved to him.

The young man squatted opposite him, staring at the copper coins in his hand for a while, then turned his head to look at the copper coins in the bamboo basket beside him.

Bai Shan asked with a smile, "Do you want it?"

The boy swallowed and nodded.

Bai Shandao: "There are a total of twenty-one copper coins here, and the silver in your capital is a bit more expensive than I imagined."

The young man said, "It's not that silver is expensive, it's that copper coins are cheap."

Bai Shan nodded, tapped on the bamboo basket with one hand, and said, "I want you to do something for me."

The young man said: "I know, let you make your name famous. We have all memorized your poem by heart. It doesn't cost so much, only five slings. Not only in this workshop, but I can also let my people sing the poem to the outer city , and even sang at the gate of the city, so that everyone who enters and exits can hear, who in the capital will not know the young master?"

Bai Erlang was dumbfounded, not to mention Bai Erlang, even Bai Shan was startled, and he asked: "Is this how you get famous?"

"There are two types. Those who are as rich as the son can come here, and some people are very talented. The poems they make are just like those made by the gods in the sky. Even those who are illiterate like us feel special when they sing." Well, then there is no need for money, we sing around, and when we meet interested husbands, we can get some rewards for singing to them."

Bai Shan: ...So he won with money?

He was slightly unhappy.

The young man seemed to have noticed something, and immediately made up for it: "But young master Bai is not only rich, but also talented. You can write such good poems at such a young age, and you will have a bright future in the future."

After finishing speaking, he laughed happily at Bai Shan.

Bai Shan looked at him for a while and said, "I'm not looking for you to pass on my poems."

The boy immediately looked at Bai Erlang who was squatting beside him, and asked, "Is that for this young master?"

"No." Bai Shan got up, rubbed his legs and asked, "You don't have a place to sit here? You're so tired from squatting."

"Yes, yes, young master is waiting." After finishing speaking, the young man called out, "Xiao Wu, bring some stones."

Several older children immediately moved four stones over, not big, but enough for them to sit on.

Bai Shan didn't dislike it either, he found a rock and sat down.

The boy sat opposite him, and Bai Erlang sat next to Bai Shan.

Daji looked around, carried the stone to the far side and sat down, not participating in the conversation of the three teenagers.

Bai Shan asked, "I don't know your name yet."

"The small ones are called big mountains."

"Dashan? What a name!"

Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan, not understanding what was so good about the name.

Da Shan was very happy, and said cheerfully, "My grandfather gave it to me. He said that with this name, I will be as strong as a mountain."

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang looked at Da Shan, who had thin arms and legs, and even a thin head and neck, and expressed doubts.

But Bai Shan didn't show much, he coughed lightly and said, "Let me tell you a story, do you know Duke Pi of the capital?"

Da Shan nodded blankly, hesitated for a while and said, "Young master, if this is a rumor, we won't spread it."

"It's not a rumor."

After holding back for a while, Da Shan whispered, "We dare not tell the truth even if it is true. If the officials find out, we will all lose our lives."

Bai Shandao: "...I didn't ask you to pass it on to their family, but to my senior sister."

He vividly and vividly described how the son of Duke Pi Guo fell from a horse and was seriously injured, and Man Bao opened his abdomen for blood transfusion to save his life. Not only Da Shan, but Bai Erlang, who had heard it for the second time, were dumbfounded.

After all, last time Bai Shan and the others didn't say so much in detail, they just briefly talked about the process, and the most important thing is the result.

Only after listening to it now did I realize that there are still so many things going on in the middle.

Bai Shan talked too much at once, and Daji wanted to come to the bamboo tube to drink water, and then continued: "This is the story I want you to pass on."

The young man finally came back to his senses, he wondered: "This story is too long, it can be told as a storyteller."

Bai Shan thought for a while and then said: "You don't want to move everything as it is. For example, if you told someone that the little father-in-law's internal organs were ruptured and bleeding, Dr. Zhou opened his stomach and sewed up the internal organs; then You can tell another person that the little father-in-law lost too much blood and was about to die, so Doctor Zhou gave him a blood transfusion to save him..."

Bai Shandao: "Only when someone asks carefully, you can tell him so many things."

He said: "Didn't you say that you are rewarded for singing well, then you should also be rewarded for telling stories well?"

As soon as Dashan's eyes lit up, his eyes drifted to the bamboo basket beside him.

Bai Shan said generously: "As you said just now, not only this square, but also the inner city, outer city, and the gate of the city, you have to ask people to pass it on. The copper coins in this basket are all yours."

Dashan nodded after thinking about it, "Okay."

Then he reached out to get the bamboo basket, Bai Shan held it down, put the hanging copper coin into his hand and said: "This is the deposit, the rest will be paid when I see the effect."

Da Shan was taken aback, "Young Master, you still don't believe me?"

Bai Shan smiled and shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't believe you, you also said that before you only passed on one poem, but now you have to pass on such a long story, you have to get used to it. This hanging money is for you try."

Da Shan was silent for a while, then hugged the money in his arms, bowed to Bai Shan and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Bai, we will not disappoint you."

Bai Shan nodded in satisfaction, got up and said: "We live in Changqing Lane, you can find us just by asking there, isn't it difficult for you?"

"It's not difficult."

Bai Shan asked again: "Have you memorized all the stories just now?"

"I wrote it all down."

Although the story is very long, Dashan thinks it is easier than memorizing a poem. He memorizes a poem and forgets it after a day or two. I'm afraid I will never forget it in my life.

He was a little curious, "Little Master Bai, is this story really true?"

"Of course." Bai Shan coughed lightly, raised his neck and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go to Jishitang to inquire. She is the doctor in Jishitang, her name is Zhou Man."

Da Shan swallowed his saliva, "Is it possible to live if you cut your stomach open?"

Bai Shan glanced at him, but didn't answer, Dashan understood, and felt that passing on this was much more interesting than passing on poems.

He patted his chest and said: "Young Master Bai, don't worry, I understand now, just watch."

Good night