Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Xue Ming took out a charcoal pen, took out two slips of paper, and said, "Is there anything you want to write? I'll write it, you say it."

Fang He Deng naturally had to write his wish on a note, Song Pingan would not let him write it for himself, and said: "Just hand me the pen after you write it."

Xue Ming said to help him write, in fact, he wanted to know what he wanted to write, and then peeped openly, but Song Pingan didn't give him this opportunity.

"Let me write it for you. If you don't know the river god you wrote, then your wish will not come true."

Although Song Ping'an was drunk, he was not so drunk as to be deceived by him, saying: "If you don't know him, you don't know him."

"Okay." Xue Ming wrote two lines on the note and handed him the carbon strip.

Song Pingan gave him a warning look, then clutched his note, carried it back to write and draw on it.

"Then let's put the river lantern together." Then he squatted in front of him, lit the river lantern with a torch, and handed him one, "Push it with your hand."

Song Ping'an's face flushed, "I know, you don't need to tell me."

When the river lantern slowly slid along the water to the center of the lake, Song Pingan stood up with his waist supported, his legs gave way and he almost fell into the lake.

Xue Ming helped him with his hand, took out some copper coins, and bought two sugar figurines.

"I'm not a child, what are you doing eating this?" In fact, he didn't eat much candy, and he also loves candy, so he didn't know how he discovered such a little thought.

"Then be a child for a while." Xue Ming spread out his palms and put the sugar figurine on top, "Come here."

Song Pingan had to admit that he was often touched by him, and now he became dizzy even more, and leaned directly on his shoulder.

Xue Ming supported his waist and comforted him along his back: "There is a stone chair over there, I'll help you sit there for a while."

Song Ping'an was thin-skinned, and put all his weight on him with his head down and dizziness.

The two just sat for a while, then ran over from the other side and told them both of the interesting things they had just seen, "Boss, I just saw two people fighting over there, it seems to be because of a brother .”

Xue Ming's eyes were full of Song Ping'an, and it had nothing to do with him whether others could fight or not.

If it wasn't a big deal, Zhang Shuwen wouldn't risk his life to disturb their love affair, saying, "One of them is the prefect's son."

"The prefect's son?" Xue Ming became a little interested now, and it happened that he was going to meet the prefect's son tomorrow.

"Those three people are still arguing over there." Zhang Shuwen pointed to the crowd.

Xue Ming asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Shuwen said everything he saw: "Just now, there was a brother who was very good-looking. The son of the prefect immediately fell in love with him, so he forced the river lamp in his hand to him. he."

Song Ping'an was dizzy, closed his eyes in pain, and began to rest on his shoulder.

"That brother refused to accept him, so the magistrate's son found a group of people to surround him, presumably because he wanted to forcefully bring them home."

Xue Ming didn't think this was good news. If he went up to help the magistrate's son, he would be helping the evildoer. If he went to help his elder brother, he would become a deadly enemy with the magistrate again, which would not do him any good.

This question is very difficult, and I don't know if I will have a chance to meet him after tomorrow.

Zhang Shuwen stood up and watched, and said, "That brother seems to be crying with anger."

"Okay, I see." Xue Ming couldn't get up now, so he simply acted as if he didn't hear it.

At first, I thought this matter was over like this, but after a while, the crowd gathered together suddenly dispersed, and ran towards the roadside stalls one after another.

Zhang Shuwen grabbed someone excitedly and asked, "Brother, what's going on? Didn't you just watch a movie?"

The man hastily broke free from his hand: "Young Master Tao said that as long as you can find something that Brother Wen likes, you will be rewarded with 100 taels."

"100 taels, what a big deal." Zhang Shuwen sighed, let go of his hand quickly, sat next to Xue Ming and asked, "Boss, do we want to buy some gadgets for that brother? If we can If we get in touch with Mr. Tao, we can move forward in this prefecture."

Xue Ming felt that what he said was right. If you buy something as a gift, you must prescribe the right medicine, otherwise the things you buy will be superfluous, and you will not be able to please others at all.

Song Ping'an was groggy, but he still heard their conversation verbatim, and knew that this was a good time for him, so he raised his head and said, "Go and talk about your business, leave me alone, I'll be fine in a while."

Seeing his reluctance, Zhang Shuwen said, "Why don't I give it away, what do we need to buy?"

At this time, someone has hurriedly bought the small toys around and sent them over there, but they shook their heads and came back to continue buying.

Xue Ming asked: "Go over and see, what is that brother dressed like?"

Zhang Shuwen immediately got into action and ran over. At this time, there were not many people around, but they could see clearly at a glance.

My brother is indeed very beautiful, with a red pregnancy mole growing between his eyebrows, he looks like a fairy who descended from the sky, looking helplessly at the prefect and the so-called Young Master Tao who are holding a folding fan in front of him.

The magistrate's son's imposing manner is much lower than that of Mr. Tao, and judging from his attire, he must have a strong background.

Someone bought two gadgets, Mr. Tao waved the paper fan, and the man hurriedly handed over the things in his hand. That brother turned his face away, obviously he didn't like it.

The magistrate was so angry that he only gritted his teeth, and asked a few servants behind him to find little playthings to please his sweetheart.

However, from his point of view, the relationship between these two people is a little delicate, the magistrate's son has a personality similar to Song Ping'an's.

Zhang Shuwen hurried back to report to Xue Ming, saying: "Boss, that brother should be a calligraphy and painting seller on the street. The brush and ink on Mr. Tao's paper fan have just dried, and he should have just painted it on."

Xue Ming nodded, and he continued: "Although these two people are robbing a brother, I can tell that Mr. Tao doesn't dislike the son of the prefect. , but enough is enough.”

Xue Ming glanced into the crowd and thought for a while, "Go and tell the prefect's son to buy all the fans of that brother."

"Okay!" Zhang Shuwen ran over in a hurry, tidied up his clothes, and whispered next to the magistrate's son, "My lord, I have a good idea. Would you like to give it a try?"

The prefect's son doesn't look very old, like a child who hasn't grown up yet, with an immature look on his face, "Say, what's the way?"

"My boss told you to buy all his paper fans."

Xing Zhaohe glanced at him, and said suspiciously: "If you dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you."

"Okay!" Zhang Shuwen was very confident in the boss.

Soon he felt the gaze from Mr. Tao, as if he wanted to see through him.He was very familiar with this kind of gaze, Xue Ming would look at him whenever he got close to Song Ping'an.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and lowered his head tremblingly.

Xing Zhaohe took out an ingot of silver and said to him, "Go and buy all his fans and bring them to me."

Zhang Shuwen quickly took the money, then walked towards that brother, and said, "Well, can I buy all your fans?"

With gratitude on his face, but also a little timid, the brother said softly, "Thank you."

Zhang Shuwen touched his head in embarrassment, helped him put up all the fans on the ground, and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

The brother looked at him as if he was asking what he was doing.

Zhang Shuwen whispered to him: "Can you say thank you to the prefect's son?"

That brother was a good talker, seeing him helping him out of the predicament, he glanced at Xing Zhaohe, and then left with the ingot of silver.

Zhang Shuwen sweated for himself, then turned around and saw Xing Zhaohe with his hands on his hips, raised his chin, looked at Mr. Tao proudly, and said, "Taoshu, you lose now, what he likes is I."

"Okay, it's you, I'm the loser this time, but we're at best a tie." Tao Zhixing glanced at Zhang Shuwen, who ruined his good deed, and said inexplicably, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

Xing Zhaohe looked at him in a good mood, took out a hundred silver bills, and said generously: "Since you choose to help me, I can't treat you badly. Here are 100 taels, you can take it."

Zhang Shuwen took the 100 taels, and said what Xue Ming told him, and said, "My boss taught me that Mr. Xing, but he can help you win the next game. He met?"

"Win the next game?" Xing Zhaohe is a competitive person, thinking of winning, "Where is he?"

Zhang Shuwen said again: "My boss is not convenient to come out to meet you today, he said that he will come to the door in person tomorrow, what do you think?"

Xing Zhaohe was immersed in the joy of victory, and he was not in the mood to see him, fearing that he would not come tomorrow, he said: "A gentleman can't keep his word, you must let him come to see me tomorrow."

Zhang Shuwen nodded: "Okay, definitely."

Mr. Tao came over, although he had a smile on his face, but his words were very poisonous: "Your boss is really big face."