After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min and his grandfather stood in the yard, watching the thatched roof go away.

This is a kite with a broken string, flying high and far.

Han Min scratched his head embarrassingly: "These few are not pressed well, the others are still okay..."

Before the words fell, the strong wind blew away some thatch again.

Han Min took a step forward, standing in front of Grandpa, trying to divert his attention: "Grandpa, the old Du I just mentioned, do you know who he is? Is his poem good?"

Grandpa Han withdrew his gaze, stroked his beard, nodded and said: "It's pretty good, it's not bad at the beginning, what's next?"

At this time, Mrs. Yuan came to ask them to eat.

Grandpa Han leaned on a cane and walked towards the side hall.

Lady Yuan tugged on Han Min's sleeve and pulled him aside.

"You took Peggy out this morning, what did you meet? Why doesn't he look very happy?"

Han Min sighed: "He wanted to eat malt candy, but the grandfather who sold the candy was called away, so he didn't wait."

Lady Yuan had no choice but to say, "Then I'll take him to see it tomorrow."

Han Min said again: "He asked me, why can't our family call the sugar seller to the house."

"What did you say?"

"I lied to him."

Han Min repeated what he said to Han Pei.

Lady Yuan said: "That's very good, you did the right thing."

"But I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Han Min lived in Yong'an City for 17 years. Although the Han family was not considered wealthy at that time, his grandfather and elder brother supported him, and he always had the snacks he wanted.

But Han Pei is different. When Han Pei was still young, the Han family was ransacked, and the whole family returned to Tongzhou.

Lady Yuan touched his head: "It can't be helped, huh? Let's go eat?"

Han Min nodded, and silently included "inviting the old sugar sellers to his home for a sugar production performance" as his goal.

The dinner was formal, the family sat around the round table in the main hall, and Han Pei's mother Liu Niangzi was also there.

Han Pei, who didn't eat any maltose, cheered up and brought some food to her mother to cheer her up.

They were all from childhood, Han Min felt a little uncomfortable looking at Han Pei.

He looked at the sky again, made up his mind, stood up, and waved to Han Pei: "Go, Second Brother will take you to see it again."

Han Pei's eyes lit up, he jumped off the stool and ran to his side.

It was getting late, and it was snowing again, and the city gate was about to be closed.

Han Min helped him onto the horse, and got on the horse himself.

Grandpa Han smiled and shook his head in front of the hall: "Brother Min just likes to mess around."

Lady Yuan said: "He used to make a fuss about asking for something, and you always did the same. You took him to look for it even if you didn't eat. He had a dream once, and he wanted to play with his mobile phone in his sleep, and you always took him to look for it. Where is this thing?"

Grandpa Han coughed twice: "Brother Mercy just has a good heart, and he doesn't want others to be sad." By the way, he praised himself: "Follow his grandpa, his grandpa really knows how to take care of children."

Han Min rode his horse all the way into the city, heading towards the sugar stall in the daytime.

Just in time, the old man was about to collect his stall and go home. When he saw them from a distance, he put down his shoulder pole.

"It's coming."

Han Min reined in his horse, rolled over and fell to the ground.

"Are you waiting for us too?"

"No, they just told me that you and your brother have been waiting here for a long time."

The old man opened the sugar bowl and picked up the last bit of maltose with a bamboo stick.

"I don't know if you will come, so I keep a little. If you don't come, I will take it back and give it to my little grandson."

Han Pei took the bamboo stick and thanked him.

Han Min sent the old man away and told him to be careful on the way.Looking back, Han Pei took the candy and didn't eat it.

"what happened?"

"I want to go home and eat."

"Then go back and eat."

Han Min looked at the sky again: "I have to go back quickly."

Just in time to close the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city questioned him a few times. Hearing that he was late to buy candy for his brother, they smiled and waved to him to let him pass quickly.

Han Min also clasped his fists at them.

Go and come back quickly, there is not much time to delay on the road.

Dismounting in front of the door, Han Pei ran in holding a small piece of maltose on a bamboo stick.

What did he say, Han Min didn't hear clearly, it should be something happy.

He tied the horse under the tree and approached. The family was around the table sharing candy.

The candle was dimly lit, and the table was covered with clean oil paper. Grandpa Han took a small wooden knife and carefully divided the maltose into six portions.

Grandpa Han beckoned to Han Min, asking him to come over and eat candy.

Han Min paused, then stepped forward quickly.

Han Pei leaned against him: "Second brother has been suffering recently, eat more."

Resting at night, Han Min rubbed his brother's legs as usual.

Han Pei slept on the innermost side, grinning and drooling, already fast asleep.

Han Shi smiled and said, "It's thanks to you that you bought him candy, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep."

Han Min seriously beat his brother's leg: "I should have made more trouble than him when I was young."

Han Zhi looked at him: "I've been pounding for more than two years..."

Han Min said solemnly, "Believe in sincerity, gold and stone can be opened."

After two quarters of an hour, Han Min withdrew his hand, looking like he was going to stay on the bed.

Han Shi asked, "Going to copy books again?"

He has no books to copy, and the story book has not yet been settled.

But Han Min pursed his lips and nodded.

Han Shi then said, "Go to bed early."

"it is good."

Han Min walked around the screen, sat in front of the desk, and lit a candle.

Worry about money matters.

He took out the wooden box where he saved his money and counted the remaining assets.

In addition to some silver ingots and copper coins of his own, there are also those three silver notes.

Fu Xun gave it.

But Han Min didn't really want to use it.

It wasn't because he and Fu Xun had a bad relationship in the past, he just didn't want to talk to his friends.

He supported his head, staring at the wooden box in a daze.

Suddenly remembered that Fu Xun was still in Liuzhou.

There was another earthquake in Liuzhou last night, and I don't know what's going on in Liuzhou.

Not wanting to disturb his elder brother and the others, Han Min picked up a pen and candle, quietly walked out of the room, and hid in the corner of the corridor.

He took out the bamboo whistle that Fu Xun had given him, and blew it.

Fu Xun's goshawk Yanzhi and Han Min's turnip head circled and flew from a distance, stopping at his feet.

Han Min tore off a note and wrote a letter to Fu Xun.

Ask him how things are in Liuzhou.

As for other things, Han Min held up the pen and thought about it for a while, but he didn't write any more.

He has no habit of complaining to his friends, and there is no precedent for speaking to any friends—he has troubled his friends a lot in the past, and he was afraid of implicating them, so Han Min couldn't open his mouth again.

What's more, Fu Xun just stuffed him with three bank notes.

After writing the letter, roll the note into a roll and stuff it into the bamboo tube tied to the goshawk's feet.

Han Min sat in front of the porch and saw the goshawks flying into the night.

Han Min was stunned for a while.

The system said: "Or you can..."

Han Min got up and brushed his sleeves: "The literati ancestors took good care of me and would not let me have nowhere to go."

Trouble overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Min got up early, holding a pen and a small stool, and was about to go out to write a letter for someone else.

A river in Tongzhou City passes through the city, and many people set up stalls along the river bank to do business.

It was winter, the willow tree was bare, and there was a fortune teller under the tree.

Seeing him coming, the fortune teller picked up the cloth banner of "Zhuge Banxian" and made room for him.

"Come here?"

"Morning, Mr. Ge."

The fortune teller gave a dissatisfied "tsk" sound: "How many times have I told you to call me Mr. Zhuge outside?"

In fact, his surname is Ge, because he played the signboard of "Zhuge Banxian", so people called him Zhuge.

Han Min put down the bench, sat down, untied the handle of the pen, and took out the pen, ink and paper.

Mr. Ge asked, "Why didn't you come a few days ago?"

"Go out and do something."

Han Min has no books to copy today, so he can only wait for others to come to him to write letters.

It's a pity that today's business is not very good. In one morning, I only wrote one letter and got a dozen copper coins.

Han Min propped his head in a daze, still worrying about the money, thinking wildly: "I wish I had learned how to make soap, or I would have learned how to make cakes. Why can't I know anything?"

The system said: "I have a complete handicraft production here, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay."

The system passed the technical documents to him, and Han Min tried to turn a couple of pages, but it was not very feasible, and he couldn't learn it.

He has been here for more than ten years, but he can write well, and he can paint with two inks.

Han Min had an idea: "I think I can do my homework for me. When spring starts and the academy starts, I'll expand my business."

The system said leisurely: "You need to exercise first, if your parents come to you, you can still run."

Han Min stroked his chin and thought, "Then how about I pick him up at the brothel..."

The system turned pale with fright, and screamed: "What are you going to do! I won't allow you to degenerate like this!"

Han Min covered his ears: "I mean, I'm going to write and sing lyrics for the girls!"

When he was in the midst of his unrestrained style, Mr. Ge, the fortune teller, suddenly stood up, walked up to him, touched him with his elbow, and took out a booklet from his sleeve.

"Han Min, do you want a notebook?"

"what?"

Han Min belatedly turned his head and took a closer look——

"Gold Pin Jade Soul"

Han Min's expression was dull.

Seeing this, Mr. Ge thought he didn't like it.Sighing, he took out another copy from the other sleeve——

"Crazy Slave"

The system prompts: "It's a document that I haven't included, bring it here and let me have a look!"

Han Min was so frightened by him that he snapped and almost fell: "Are you sure you want to see this?"

He carefully glanced at Mr. Ge who was setting up a divination booth.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Ge twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling helpless for a while.

In the end, I only asked, "Have you never been to Flower Street?"

Han Min shook his head ignorantly.

He really hasn't been there.

Mr. Ge said: "I thought you sons and brothers who came back from Yong'an City are all well-informed."

Han Min explained: "Not all the brothers in Yong'an City will go...my friends and I just..."

Mr. Ge put away the scroll and returned to his place: "Forget it, I can't do anything to you."

Han Min also sat down again.

But the system kept asking him: "Why don't you read it? I want to see. There are documents in this world that I haven't included. Maybe you can write them too."

Han Min was a little ashamed and annoyed, and said, "There are so many things in this world that you haven't included, and I can't write them."

The system asked: "But what is that? What is it?"

Han Min whispered a word, and the system immediately quieted down.

The author has something to say:

The system was born in Jinjiang City, and I have never seen this before. Let’s take a day trip to Haitang City