Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

"Only three Wen, no more."

The slightly chubby boy crossed his chest in a dignified manner, glanced at the lively cricket in the bamboo tube, and held an incomparable arrogance.Although he is not wearing the silk of a rich and powerful family, but it is also a fine south-woven cotton cloth, especially the round belly that grew out at a young age. I think he eats a lot of meat on weekdays and his family is well-off.

"what?!"

The boy on the opposite side rolled his eyes and scolded sharply.Holding the bamboo tube in one hand, he pointed at the fat young man with the other. His face was covered with mud and he couldn't see his features clearly. On the contrary, his eyes were particularly sharp, and he said:

"Fatty, do you dare to say it again?"

He took a step forward, his thin figure looked very capable, but his clothes were torn like spider webs, and the only patch had messy stitches, which showed that he was not a sewing expert.

"You, what do you say about me?" The fat boy couldn't hear people saying that he was fat, and jumped angrily.

"I, my father is the respected Mr. Xu, you wild man, how can you not distinguish between high and low, I—"

"——Share your head!"

The young man didn't care about the disparity in his status, and he yelled back before he finished speaking. Everyone said what he said, and he just scolded:

"Master, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes when I'm barefoot! You have to spend money to buy things, and get out if you don't buy them. I can't get rid of this reason when the king of heaven comes!"

The fat boy's arrogance was overwhelmed by his scolding, his voice was three points weaker, and he found a devious reason, and said:

"You are not a good cricket at all. If someone buys it, it is good. If it falls into the hands of others, you are not willing to pay three cents."

"Not good?"

The young man's eyes dimmed, he snapped the lid of the bamboo tube, and said, "Alright, since you don't like it, I'll sell it to your steward's son. Let's see if you have a fight tomorrow, will you win or he will win?" win."

The fat boy panicked when he heard this, and hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't! Stop!"

"Let go!" The young man struggled away from the opponent's hand, his sharp eyes slashed at him.

The fat boy shuddered, thought for a while, and discussed: "That's good, I'll increase the price, five coins, five coins should be enough, right?"

"Five words?"

The young man was surprised, and his eyes widened, "We agreed on [-] Wen earlier, not a penny less!"

The threatening voice was like dry wood wrapped in a raging fire, crackling, lively and full of momentum.

The fat boy stomped anxiously, "You, how can you bully people?"

The boy's eyes widened, he rolled up his ragged sleeves, and his fate was about to strike, "It's fresh, you don't pay for shopping, so I'm bullying you?"

"You, you!" The fat boy's face became swollen, he lost the patience to confront, and snorted, "I brought five cents with me, do you want it or not?"

The young man was not afraid at all, and he stepped forward, showing a ruthless look, "Okay, if you can't get it out, I have to ask your father, Mrs. Xu, for it. He is a famous strict father. Fighting crickets behind his back, how many times will you be beaten with a ruler?"

The fat boy was so frightened that his face turned blue, and he pretended to be fierce: "You, how dare you!"

The young man stared fiercely, and shouted: "Look at me, dare I dare! I even lifted the roof tiles of the county magistrate, so I'm afraid of you, a fat man with no hair yet?"

He bit Fatty especially hard.

"You, I...I..."

The fat boy pointed at the young man, and then at himself, back and forth several times, finally compromised, and took out his purse, "Twenty Wen is twenty Wen, this idea cares about small money, you deserve to be poor for the rest of your life!"

The young man frowned, raised the bamboo tube, and the crickets inside chirped twice.

"Don't, if I get rich someday, I must come back and take care of you!"

He bites the word "take care" very clearly, which sounds meaningful.

The fat boy took the bamboo tube, hummed vigorously, and rushed away angrily.

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself: "Master, I'm a famous 'Little Yasha', want to blackmail me? Wait until the next life!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around chicly and swaggered towards the outside of the city.The setting sun has already slanted, and the orange-red afterglow just sprinkled the city, stretching the cheerful figures to a long distance.

This boy is the protagonist of this story.There is only one "An" in his name, and those who are close to him in the city and outside the city call him "Little Ange", and those who have a shallow relationship call him "Little Yasha".

He had no relatives, and was thrown in the mountains when he was still in his infancy, but was picked up by a kind woodcutter to save him from being snatched by wild wolves.

The woodcutter had a kind heart, picked him up and raised him, and bought him shoes for his bare feet.The woodcutter keeps saying:

"This child has a big background. He is a phoenix that fell from the sky. He has temporarily landed in Pingyang and has nowhere to live. I have to give birth to a good child, and I can't let the phoenix suffer."

He said this to everyone he met, and every time he cut firewood and sold it to his master in the private school in the county, the master would correct him: "It is a tiger, a tiger, not a phoenix that is in trouble in Pingyang."

But the woodcutter is paranoid, no matter how many times the master corrects him, he will not change.The master stopped talking after he talked about it, and let the woodcutter who had been poor all his life dig into the corner.

The woodcutter chopped firewood all his life. He was kind-hearted, but his life was short. Xiao An died when he was 12 years old.From then on, Xiao An lived alone.

Xiaoan is weak, unable to carry a large bundle of firewood, and cannot inherit his father's business.So he started to find another way to make a living. For example, the young master in the county town was fond of fighting crickets, so he would help him catch them. Sometimes when he met a generous young master, he would give him two rewards after winning.Today's fat boy is undoubtedly the most stingy one, but the facts have proved that Xiao An is not afraid of being blackmailed by others, because he is the only one who blackmails others before and after.

He didn't know a single big character, and he couldn't understand what Zheye said.What others say is good, but what he says is dirty.If anyone wants to reason with him, he can talk you into the ditch where the slops are drained.

He only understands one thing -

He is not the "Phoenix" in the old man's mouth, but the "Yasha".

The trails in the country are winding and winding, and the barnyard grass that has not yet deepened has grown to the calf, and there will always be a rustling sound on the trouser legs when walking by.

"Brother An, will you become a monk?" Xiu'er asked with her head up, carrying a basket of goosegrass on her back.

Xiao An bit a piece of dog's tail grass, walked swaggeringly on the field ridge, and said in amazement: "Who do you listen to fart? I will beg for a wife in the future, who will be a bald donkey?"

"However, daddy said that men who have no money will become monks."

Xiao An gave him a sideways look, "How many words of your father's words are true? What's so good about being a bald donkey? You can't eat meat and you can't beg for a wife. I'm bored to death!"

Xiu'er smiled and rolled her eyes, and grabbed his arm, "Then you marry Xiu'er! OK?"

Xiao An clicked her tongue, "If you don't marry, don't marry."

The smile on Xiu'er's face suddenly disappeared, "Why?"

"Marry a daughter-in-law and go home and take care of it every day, it's so annoying!" He scratched his hair, feeling a little itchy, wondering where to steal a few pieces of saponins, and wash it in the river.

"You, you just said that you want to marry a wife, and because you want to marry a wife, you don't want to be a monk."

Xiaoan's incoherent words were caught straight, his eyeballs rolled away, and he thought of a way to go back: "Hey, why are you so obsessed with horns? I don't want to ask for it now?"

Xiu'er laughed again, and said: "Then Xiu'er wait, on the day Xiao An wants to marry, Xiu'er will marry you!"

Xiao An drank two sips of water from the creek at his feet, "Don't, it's a good time for you to get married, and finding a good family is the real thing."

"Brother Xiao An doesn't like Xiu'er?" Xiu'er squatted down with him, grabbing the linen material on her knees, her expression was quite nervous, "Then, then, then, do you know—"

The young girl who was just in love finally mustered up the courage to express her heart, but was interrupted by a woman's call:

"—Xiuer! Xiuer—"

Little Anyuan looked at the voice, as if he had found a savior, "Hey, your mother is calling you to go back to eat, hurry up and go back with her."

The woman stumbled and ran in front of the two, her expression flustered, her eyes filled with tears, "Xiu'er, what should I do!"

Xiu'er was taken aback, grabbed her hand and asked, "What's the matter, mother? Why are you crying? Don't worry, Xiu'er will be there for whatever happens, so take your time."

The woman wiped away her tears with the rough back of her hand, and said, "Your father, your father..."

"Dad got drunk and beat someone again?"

"No!" The woman burst into tears again, heartbroken, "Your father sold you to the county magistrate as a concubine, and the sedan chair will come to pick you up tomorrow! If it weren't for the matchmaker who came to deliver the wedding dress and dowry today, We are still kept in the dark!"

"What?!" Xiao An's voice changed in shock, "The old man is in his sixties and still wants to ask for a concubine?"

Xiaoan finds it troublesome to remember names, and likes to give different people nicknames.The magistrate of the county always walks with a hunchback, and he is disrespectful and unworthy of virtue, so Xiaoan called him "the old bastard".

After hearing this, Xiu'er was so desperate that she almost fainted, "How can Father be so cruel! I am his biological daughter!"

The woman burst into tears, "The magistrate has already married seventeen concubines. How can you have a good life if you really marry? This marriage cannot be agreed to anyway! But your father, he... If he wanted to marry you, the county magistrate gave him a deposit of ten taels, and he lost all of it in the casino!"

Xiu'er also cried anxiously, "Well, what should I do?" She turned to tugging on Xiao An's sleeve, "Brother Xiao An, what should I do! I don't want to marry the magistrate! You have always had many ways, please. You, come up with a solution!"

The daughter of a poor family can't carry her shoulders, can't learn poetry and prose, and can't test her fame. What she wants to marry in this life is to marry a good family. If the husband's family is good, it will naturally be a man farming and a woman weaving. There are thousands of sweets.If the husband's family is not good, and the wives and concubines are half-hearted, then the lamb has entered the tiger's den, and this life is over.

Xiao An pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, "I'll raise another ten taels, and I'll get the money back, right?"

The woman became even more anxious when she heard this, "But all the money in our family is either bought by her father or spent in gambling shops. Even if it is a waste of money, it is impossible to raise ten taels in one night!"

Xiu'er was anxious, "Brother An, do you have any money?"

Xiao An took out her pocket, poured out the only copper plate left, stretched it out in the palm of her hand, "Here, it's just a penny."

He spent all the money he sold for crickets just now, and this copper coin was saved a few days ago.

Xiu'er slumped on the ground in despair, grabbed Xiao An's trouser legs, and cried hoarsely:

"Brother An, save me! I don't want to marry the county magistrate! Help me! Help me—"

A gust of wind blew by, bending the green grass by the stream a bit, and rustling to one side.

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