Sword of Coming

When Chen Ping'an carried a bucket to Tiezuo Well, he passed several breakfast shops in Xinghua Lane. He became hungry without even saying hello. But he was short of money, so the young man could only stand in line to fetch water. There were three households in front of him. When it was his turn, Zhigui suddenly stabbed them with a small bucket. The people behind him immediately became unhappy.

Although she was not scolding, her words were not nice to hear. Especially there was a rickety old woman, known as Granny Ma. Her two sons were both very promising, and each owned a dragon kiln. Although it was very small, it was at the bottom among the thirty or so dragon kilns. Of course, Xinghua Lane is a very wealthy family, but for some reason, the relationship between the old woman and her two daughters-in-law is not getting along well. Her son and daughter-in-law have already moved to Taoye Lane, and the old woman has been living alone. In the ancestral home of Xinghua Lane, in the eyes of Chen Ping'an and Liu Yangxian's generation, Granny Ma has always been a very scary elder. She scolded people very harshly and was particularly stingy. She wished she could throw the snow outside the courtyard door in the winter. At home, if a child uses the snow in front of her house for a snowball fight, or pulls out ice picks under the eaves of her house, she can chase them with a broom and scold them for several streets without getting tired.

In the past, in these alleys in the west of the town, Gu Can and his mother were the only ones who could suppress Granny Ma's arrogance. Now it is said that Widow Gu has followed the distant relative of her evil man to her husband's hometown. Granny Ma, who had become a little more kind-hearted in recent years, has immediately returned to the world in full swing and is not pleasing to anyone who catches her. This is not As soon as Song Jixin's maid came, Granny Ma immediately started talking strangely, her voice was not loud, she smiled but she didn't smile, and she deliberately chatted with the women around her, saying that some girls could finally make noodles with a smile. Anyway, I can't even keep my legs together when walking. This is a great joy. Finally, I don't have to be a young lady and a maid, and I can be called madam in an upright manner.

Chen Ping'an felt his scalp numb when he heard it, but it was difficult to drive away Zhigui who had made mistakes first. After all, they had been neighbors for so many years. After filling Liu Xianyang's two buckets of water, he quickly brought her a bucket of water as well, hoping to leave this busy crowd of women as soon as possible. Granny Ma became even more angry when she saw that the little maid of the Song family pretended not to hear.

This is how it is when masters fight each other. They are most afraid that the opponent will not take the move at all. If they have good martial arts, they will have nowhere to stay.

The old woman had quarreled with that coquettish fox Widow Gu in the past, and always lost. The old woman felt that she was very good at it afterward, and she would definitely be able to regain the place in the next quarrel. Unlike this little prodigal hoof from Mud Bottle Alley, who deliberately kept silent every time, but every time The look in the girl's eyes when she left showed something that made the old woman extremely uncomfortable. It really made the old woman itch with hatred. She wanted to go up and scratch her face, so as to save the teenagers and young men in the nearby alleys. , everyone wants to hang their souls on the waist of that shameless maid.

Especially his grandson, although he has always been a fool in the eyes of outsiders, but recently, even her grandmother feels that this child is really lost and crazy. He talks nonsense all day long, always saying that he will kill this child in the future. The maid from Pingxiang, after marrying her home as a wife, she will punch a hole in this god.

Seeing that the extremely hateful girl didn't respond, Granny Ma decided to target the poor boy and said: "You worthless bastard, you have the honor to live in this world even after you killed your parents. Knowing that you are destined to be incapable of marrying a wife, just They lick their faces and seduce other people's maids. They are a couple made in heaven. They might as well get together. Anyway, Mud Bottle Alley is a place where garbage bitches live. There is no way that the children born in the future will really be the king of Mud Bottle Alley. Dominating."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, then bent down to put down the burden on his shoulders.

The maid Zhigui had already put down the bucket early and strode towards the confident old woman. Without saying a word, the girl slapped Granny Ma in the face, causing her to spin around in circles and feel dizzy. She had to be supported by the women next to her. fall. Zhigui didn't wait for the old woman to come to her senses, and took another step forward, slapped her on the face and threw her down. The girl cursed: "I have tolerated you for a long time, you old immortal!"

The old woman shook her head and was so angry that she was about to fight back. I don't know if it was a misunderstanding. The two women around her tried their best to support her, making it impossible for her to break free for a while. As a result, she was humiliated for the third time. The maidservant The third time he took action, he bent his fingers and struck the old woman's forehead hard, "If you dare to curse anyone in the future, I will pull out the tongue of a tongue-tied woman like you. If you curse a word, I will prick you with a needle!"

The old woman was so frightened that she forgot to talk back, let alone fight back.

The girl turned around and left quickly, and found that the neighbor boy had already carried the bucket for her. She smiled and returned to Mud Bottle Alley with him.

Before Chen Pingan could say anything, the girl said, "Don't thank me, my scolding has nothing to do with you."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

The girl with empty hands muttered to herself, but she never thought about getting the bucket back from the straw-shoe boy.

Next to the wheeled carriage in the iron lock well, the old woman sat on the ground and howled, "The little maid who has been stabbed a thousand times must be punished by God... My life is so miserable. God has no eyes, so why doesn't he strike down with thunder and kill this little girl?" Little Lang Hoozi..."

The girl's steps were brisk, and she raised her hands to the sky, a very strange gesture.

Fortunately, Chen Pingan has been her neighbor for so many years and doesn't find it strange.

When the two of them passed by the breakfast shop, Chen Pingan saw a familiar figure from behind. She was not tall and was wearing green clothes. She was buying freshly baked meat buns. The steaming hot buns filled the whole street with their fragrance.

Today's morning, I don't know when the clouds were low, and they were extremely thick, like a big quilt in a rich family, spread out there to bask in the sun.

Rumble, thunder boomed above the town.

Granny Ma Ma Liu from the iron lock well stood up and ran home in a hurry. The small bucket shook and spilled well water along the way. It was estimated that there would not be half a bucket of water left when she got home.

The old woman probably knew very well that if God really opened his eyes, the first lightning strike would probably fall on her head.

After Chen Pingan heard the thunder, he raised his head and looked up. He was a little confused. It didn't look like a sign of rain.

The girl smiled and said: "My young master said that he had read in a book that it is said that every early spring, there will be a heavenly god wearing golden armor and beating drums in the sky to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, frightening all evil and reporting the new year."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Your young master does study a lot."

The girl sighed, "My young master is good at everything, but he is a little lazy, and he likes to scold God. I think this is not good."

Chen Ping'an didn't have the habit of gossiping about people behind their backs, so he didn't say anything about it. Song Jixin, who lives next door, has a strange temper that he has persisted for many years. He is just like cursing God, just like Granny Ma, scolding thieves for being blind. However, scholars also have their own values. On snowy nights, thunderstorms, and when the sky is filled with colorful clouds, this is Song Jixin's three-part scolding. He said that he wanted to take advantage of God's nap to scold him, but God wouldn't listen. When it comes, you won't be angry, and Song Jixin can relieve your anger and feel comfortable, killing two birds with one stone.

Seeing that Chen Pingan didn't answer, Zhigui said casually, "You didn't go home last night. Did you go to Liu Xianyang's place?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's inconvenient to have guests at home."

She asked abruptly: "By the way, has Mr. Qi met you before and what else did he say to you?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Why do you ask that?"

She smiled innocently and said, "Just ask, because when I went out to fetch water today, I happened to meet Mr. Qi who said he was taking a walk early in the morning and asked me if you were at home, so I answered truthfully."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I met Mr. Qi accidentally before, and he told me a few common words. The general meaning was that I should have gone to school with Liu Xianyang back then. I can only say that my family was poor. It’s a matter of method, otherwise I would also like to study.”

Zhigui asked doubtfully: "Is that so?"

Chen Ping'an looked into her eyes and asked with a smile: "What else do you think?"

She laughed it off.

The two separated at the corner of the street. Zhigui took the bucket and went to Mubo Alley. Chen Pingping returned to Liu Xianyang's house. After that, he had to go to the east gate of the city to pick up the letter from home. Each letter cost a penny. If he had this business early, , based on Chen Ping'an's ability to run all over the mountains within a hundred miles, I guess my wife has already saved enough.

At the entrance of Mubo Alley, Zhigui saw his young master standing there, yawning.

She walked quickly and asked curiously: "Master, why did you come out?"

Song Jixin slowly stretched his body and said lazily, "It's boring to stay here."

She asked in a low voice: "Sir, when will the new inspector return to the town? Can we go to the capital after that?"

Song Jixin thought for a while, "It will only happen within ten days."

Zhigui hesitated, and the small bucket in his hand swayed.

Song Jixin asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you worried?"

She timidly said: "Young Master, can you lend me the local county chronicle? Just for a night or two, I can learn to read better, so I don't have to worry about being looked down upon by others in the capital, and then I will make the Young Master laugh at others." "

Song Jixin laughed dumbly, and after thinking for a while, "Why am I embarrassed to say this, but remember to wash your hands before turning the book and don't get dirt on the pages, and be careful of candle oil dripping on it. There is nothing else needed. Note, it’s just a shabby book that ‘ends here’.”

Zhigui smiled brightly and said, "I thank you, Master!"

Song Jixin was delighted and laughed heartily: "Come on, come on, I will help you carry water."

Zhigui dodged for a moment and said sternly: "Young Master! Didn't we agree that the gentleman will stay away from the kitchen? How can the Young Master get involved in these chores? If word gets out, I will be stabbed in the back by my neighbors!"

Song Jixin laughed angrily and said: "Rules, principles, etiquette, these things can be fooled and frightened by others, but I..."

At this point, this reading seed who grew up in a back alley stopped talking.

She asked curiously: "What is a young master?"

Song Jixin regained his cynical smile and pointed at himself, "Young master, I am actually just a farmer. I divide a field into ridges and rows, and then let people sow seeds and divert water for irrigation. I just sit back and wait for the harvest, year after year, that’s it!”

She was dazed.

Song Jixin laughed loudly.

The young man suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously: "Zhigui, did Chen help you carry the bucket all the way?"

The maid nodded, her eyes innocent.

The young man said sincerely: "A sage once said that it is wrong to regard the kindness of strangers as rare treasures, but to treat all the sacrifices of those close to you as a matter of course and to turn a blind eye to them. This is wrong."

The maid became even more confused and confused, "Huh?"

The young man rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "You didn't even understand what I meant. How can I answer the call, young master? Do you think that when I get to the capital, I need to change to a beautiful and charming young man who is smarter, more considerate, and considerate?" Maid?"

The maid couldn't help but laugh out loud. She didn't take the young master's threat to heart at all. She exposed the truth and said, "Young master actually wants me to ask, who is this sage from the university? Young master, I know, it's you." Well!"

Song Jixin laughed heartily, "The one who knows me is Zhigui!"

In the study room of the school, a middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting upright. All the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard in front of him turned into powder in the spring thunder.

Teenagers in small towns catch rockfish in the creek. There is a way to hit the rocks in the stream with a hammer, and the fish hiding at the bottom of the rocks will be stunned and come to the surface.

It has the same effect as the so-called "knocking on the mountain to shake the tiger" in the book.

But if you want to warn a saint, don't act against heaven and go against the principles.

Then the only important weapon between heaven and earth that matches his identity is probably the mighty thunder.