Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 66 Snowy Sweet Potatoes Go Better with Music

  Time flies, time flies, how many times the flowers bloom and fall, the grass is green, how many times snowflakes and plum blossoms are fragrant, just like this, a few years have passed, and another snowy winter has come. The fluttering snow covered the world, dyeing everything in the world white.

  On the snow-covered path from Xiahe Village to Shanghe Village, a young figure slowly appeared in the snowstorm, humming a strange tune.

  "Langyayue, Yiren haggard, I toasted and drank the wind and snow. Who overturned the previous life cabinet, causing dust and disputes. Fated words, repeated reincarnation. You can't get back when you frown and cry."

  The boy is about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a simple and honest face, and a pair of black and bright eyes are always radiant in this snowy day. He was dressed in a blue robe, with a black belt around his waist, black boots, and a rabbit fur hat on his head.

  The young man stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, making a crunching sound. Holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand, he blended into the wind and snow.

   "I heard that sweet potatoes go well with music when it snows."

  The young man uttered an inexplicable sentence as he walked, and then laughed nervously.

  If it wasn't for the snowy day and he was the only one, he would definitely be regarded as crazy.

Crossing the snow-covered wooden bridge, bypassing the foot of the mountain, and walked to the door of the richest landowner in Shanghe Village, Li Dadizhu. door.

   dong dong dong

no response

  The boy did not feel discouraged at all, and once again reached out and knocked on the door.

   After a long time, there was an impatient voice of crunching and cursing on the snow from the yard.

   crunch

  The door opened, and a doorman poked his head out, trying to see if it was the blind man who disturbed his slumber in this snowy day.

   It is said that the third-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, the energy of the gatekeeper should not be underestimated.

"Hehehe, good morning, Uncle Li, I have disturbed your sweet dreams again, and I apologize to you." Seeing the door open, the young man with a naive smile on his face tactfully handed over a baked sweet potato, apologizing road.

   "It's you again, why, you finished reading the book so soon?"

  The concierge took the roasted sweet potatoes from the young man, but the impatience on his face did not subside. He glanced at the young man and said angrily.

The young man didn't care about the concierge's bad temper at all, he still had a naive smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "I can't eat as much as I want, I just finished copying it. This time, I hope Uncle Li will give you some kind words, and let the boy borrow more money." Two books, and I will not disturb Uncle Li Qingmeng in the future."

   "Come on, what kind of onion am I, I can help you talk! Go yourself, close the door for me when you leave, and don't disturb my sleep again."

  The concierge Uncle Li was held up by the young man's words, and there was a smile on his face, but he said this in an angry manner. The weather was so cold, and the wind and snow were heavy.

  The young man bowed his hands to the back of the porter and thanked him loudly.

  Close the door, and the young man walks familiarly to the study of rich man Li's house. Don't look at how easy it seems to borrow books now. When I came here to borrow books for the first time, the young man was often embarrassed. If it wasn't for a lucky encounter with an old friend, he wouldn't even be able to borrow books.

  The rich man Li also belongs to the kind of arty person. He has a big business and a lot of money, so he wants to decorate the appearance. He bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, and bought a large carload of poems and books to install a study. It's just that the rich man Li never came in to read the book, so he set it aside. After the young man heard the news, he wanted to help rich man Li to use up the remaining heat of his study room, but he was turned away several times, and he was able to come in to borrow books only when he met an old man by luck. Borrowing a lot, rich man Li's family got used to having such a young man come to borrow books every now and then.

  Young people are also knowledgeable. They always return the books they borrowed in time, and never dirty poems and books. That's why the rich man Li allowed the young people to borrow books.

  When the boy was about to walk to the study, a brisk and excited voice came over, interrupting the boy's footsteps.

   "Ah, Zhu Ping'an, you are amazing. How did you know it would snow heavily today?"

  A bun girl with a bun tied in a bun with a blue ribbon and a plump face, wearing a double-breasted padded jacket that is probably new, holding a kit in her hand, walking quickly, chirping.

  The boy turned his head and saw the kit in the girl's hand, and the silly smile on his face couldn't help but grow stronger.

   What a naive and stupid girl! I really believed it.

  Before Zhu Pingan could speak, another female voice came, crisp and pleasant, as if a lark had flown in a snowy day.

   "Stupid Huaer, you were deceived by him."

Along with the voice came a little fairy who seemed to be relegated to the mortal world by the emperor of heaven. She wore a fluffy cape, a pleated skirt, and a ribbon around her waist. The most eye-catching thing was her pair of black eyes. , full of spirit.

   Behind this girl, a large group of people, an old lady, and several little maids, followed closely behind.

"Miss, I'm not an idiot. You see, there are four words 'It's snowing today' written on the note in the kit. This note was written when he borrowed a book last time. Good God, he actually Guess it will snow today." Baozi's little maid Hua'er puffed up her mouth and said aggrievedly, and unfolded a note in the kit for her young lady to read.

   "Oh, you are such a stupid girl! He counted the money for him after being sold!" The young lady knocked the little maid on the forehead speechlessly.

  Zhu Ping'an looked at the aggrieved little maid Hua'er with a smile, and felt a little guilty in his heart. Next time, don't lie to this stupid girl.

   In fact, the thing is this:

  The last time Zhu Ping'an came to borrow books, he saw Baozi's little maid, Hua'er, muttering that she was looking forward to the snow, and she was almost dazed. He couldn't help but want to tease her, so Zhu Ping'an coaxed her to say that he had read the Book of Changes and read Qimen Dunjia, and although he couldn't call the wind and call the rain, he could still calculate the time of rain and snow. Afterwards, Zhu Ping'an lit a stick of incense, pretended to make calculations, and then wrote a sentence on the note with a splash of ink, and sealed it in the little maid's handbag. He told Hua'er, the little maid, that the kit can only be opened when it snows, otherwise it won't work.

  No, early this morning, the little maid Huaer woke up and found that there was heavy snow outside covered in silver, so she couldn't wait to unwrap the kit and take a look: It's snowing today.

  The little maid Hua'er immediately opened her mouth wide, surprised: Ah! Zhu Ping'an is a god.

   This is how the current release came about.

  Zhu Ping'an looked at the wronged little girl, and then at the young lady who knocked on the little girl's head, and found it very funny. How could the young lady be so smart that she was almost a monster, but the little girl was so stupid and cute.

  The lady who was teaching the little maid suddenly found Zhu Pingan staring at her, she couldn't help frowning and scolding arrogantly:

   "What are you looking at, Zhu Ping'an the toad! Let's see, believe it or not, someone has gouged out your dog's eyes."

  Uh, sure enough, even if she turned from a **** to a young girl, she is still the same arrogant, money worshiping, femme fatale, and arrogant!

   At most, it turns from a black-bellied little **** to a black-bellied girl.

  Zhu Ping'an still doesn't like Li Shu, the arrogant and smelly young lady, as always. What's the use of being good-looking?

  (end of this chapter)