For a Prosperous World

There is a scholar in Runan, called Xu Shao. Often self-evaluation of characters, paintings and calligraphy.

This person is well-known and highly sought after.

Among them, commenting on the township party, praising current politics, not being beautiful, not being vicious, not being vilified, being able to discriminate between good and bad, being able to distinguish between good and evil, and being in the DPRK or the opposition, are all among the evaluation. After the evaluation, everyone was convinced. Everyone who has been praised has become famous, and he is known as a "character of the month." For a while, he attracted famous people from the Quartet, and was proud to compete for the word Er Xu.

So often people look at the door, but can't ask for it.

This review was very popular at the beginning of each month, so it was called "Monthly Review".

One person in this review had never commented on it, but it was the result of a door-to-door coercion.

Under the threat of that person, Xu Shao commented:

"The traitor of Qingping, the hero of troubled times (also: Noble minister who governs the world, the hero of troubled times)."

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid I would be furious when I heard such a comment. However, after the appraisal person froze, they laughed and left.

Self-narration: "Fuck."

I don't know if it's laughing at Nenchen, or laughing at that spite.

...

"Alas, alas."

A car was driven along the road, and the horses pulling the car were slow in pace. Pedestrians on the road voluntarily gave way and avoided both sides of the road.

The decoration of the car and the horse, at a glance, you can see that the non-honor sitting there is expensive, and ordinary people can only hide their heads when they see such people.

A little beggar was sitting on the street begging for food, his clothes were dirty and smelly, and the crumpled hand was holding a broken bowl and begging for something in the crowd.

There was a sound in his mouth, as if he couldn't speak.

Where is the exile? Look at the skinny bones, it may have been a long time without eating.

People are also avoiding, some detours, and some are disgusted by pinching their noses.

When ordinary people see such people, they just duck their heads and dodge.

Those who are also avoided, beggars and honours are far apart, but they are just as ordinary.

Pedestrians avoided the carriage, avoided beggars, and walked across the street, leaving a low curse, as if scolding bad luck on the road that day.

Or abandon the nobleman, or scold the beggar.

The carriage drifted away.

The beggar was left in the corner, she covered her mouth with her hand, coughed for a while, and made a soft sound in her chest.

The broken bowl was weakly placed on the ground, and it should have been turbid in clear eyes, with his head down, his small hand on the ground, and dust.

Just now someone scolded her little beast and said which wild species she should be.

She wanted to say that she had a family, not wild species, but those who had swords, rushed in one day and had nothing.

The little beggar's eyes were dead, his face was covered with dirt, and he could not see clearly.

Maybe the whole life that people come to come is to suffer from this world. All people are like this.

"Dang."

A sudden bang sounded in the bowl in front of the beggar, and the little beggar raised his eyes stunned.

Three copper coins were put into the broken bowl.

"Child, do you know how this Ruyang goes to Chen Liu?"

The sunlight in front of him was blocked, and a person was squatting in front of her with a bucket hat on her head.

As the man crouched, she lifted some buckets on her head, revealing what looked like below.

The little beggar didn't know how to look good, but only knew that it was the best look she had ever seen.

With an expression that she hadn't seen in a long time, she wasn't so swearing and disgusted.

Instead, his eyes were bent slightly, and the corners of his mouth were light, not to be scared.

The little beggar grabbed the sleeve of the person in front of her, as if she was afraid she would run away.

"Thank you."

There was some timidity in the tone.

But when she lowered her head to see her muddy hands, she quickly pulled her hands back and hid behind her.

But the man's sleeves were already stained with two little black handprints, which were obvious on the white shirt.

"I'm sorry."

The little beggar kept bowing and whispered again and again.

In her opinion, the man's clothes were soiled, and the man should be angry.

"It's all right."

It wasn't as she thought, the person didn't seem to take it to heart, smiled, and asked in a direction.

"If I want to go to Chen Liu, should I go there?"

The little beggar was cramped.

Finally nodded: "Yes."

She has been to many places and she knows all the way around.

"So, thank you."

Bai Changren smiled and reached out and touched her head.

At the end, he got up and left, missing in the street.

The little beggar sat there for a while, and finally picked up the broken bowl in front of him, holding the three copper coins.

Going north from Jiangdong all the way to Ruyang, Gu Nan is not going to make more stoppages.

It would have been impossible to see the person she wanted to see.

Walking in the middle of the street crowd, she felt in her arms, there was no copper coin inside.

The three pawns just now are her last possessions.

She sighed helplessly and put down her hand. The feeling of being hungry was uncomfortable, even if she was not hungry herself.

There is a gate at the end of the street. There are more soldiers at the gate. The same is true of the cities she has passed in the past few days. This has accelerated the garrison of the gate, and there are more army movements on the street. Bing Ge.

Walking towards the city gate, in a restaurant next to the city gate.

A man dressed as a scribe is leaning on a window to eat vegetables. He should look like a middle-aged man who is just 30 years old.

The two mustaches on the lips moved up and down as they ate food in their mouths, and they looked a little funny.

A pair of thick eyebrows did not see the thick and thick, but a little bit smarter. The eyes are not big, but people can't forget them at first glance. It is a pair of eyes that are hard to see through. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This handsome middle-aged scribe cuts a meal in his mouth and chews with a big mouth , Looking casually out of the window.

The flow of people outside the window is different for everyone.

But in his eyes, most of them are the same. In his view, there are only two kinds of people in this world, one is a person who can do things, and the other is a useless person.

He has learned some relatives, and occasionally made some rough evaluations of some people. In terms of looking at people, he still has some self-confidence.

"Kaba Kaba." There were chewing sounds in his mouth.

Middle-aged scribes have some boredom in their eyes, and today is the same as usual. He can't see anyone worth seeing.

I was about to take my eyes off, and finally glanced at the street, but stopped there.

There was a white-shirted man walking there. The white-skinned man still looked unusually conspicuous in the crowd, with a bucket hat on his head, and a small half-height bamboo box behind him.