Chapter 8 Shang Jiujiu, long-lasting injuries
The young man picked through the ruins and found some usable things.
Except for the old lacquered wooden box in the corner, the hairpins and rouge and gouache in the dowry are all still the same.
He gathered things neatly, lit another fire, and smiled warmly at Xiao Baojing and said, "I heard that the old lady of the Sheriff's Mansion is celebrating her sixtieth birthday. Let's go to the city tomorrow and join in the fun."
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Xiao Baojing admired his determination to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.
Even though his home was burned down, he was still able to laugh. This shows that he is either a madman or a genius. With this determination, he will definitely be able to gain fame in the future.
It's okay to go into the city.
She could sneak into the county governor's house and maybe bring Yaoyao back.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the grass is white.
The morning breeze blew away the stars and dew, and the fire that had been burning all night gradually went out.
The salesman wrapped Xiao Baojing's hairpin and powder in a cloth and put it into the basket, then carried her into the cage.
Xiao Baojing was holding a small package of persimmons and skewers, and looked through the cracks in the wooden box to watch the young man pick up the burden.
One end of the load is the wooden box where she hides, and the other end is his cargo basket.
The young man has a narrow waist and long legs. He wears black cloth shoes, revealing a pair of slender pale ankles. His dark green monk's robe brushes against the dew on the grass and trees, resembling the white sky in the East. His elegant and charming face like a fox is smiling. , stepping lightly onto the mountain road leaving.
The ringing sound echoes in the mountains and rivers.
It was already dusk when we arrived at Julu City, and the city was very lively.
Xiao Baojing hid in the wooden box and saw that everything was fresh. He also saw that the salesman was handsome. From time to time, his wife and daughter-in-law came up to talk to him and stuffed flowers, handkerchiefs and fruits into his arms. He spent more time on the already crowded street. Just walked over.
She probably didn't have enough money to stay in an inn, so the place where the salesman took her to rest was a ruined temple.
The plaque engraved with the words "Bliss Temple" has long been mottled and faded, the incense burner on the table has collapsed and the table cloth is dirty, and there are rags and straw piled up in the corner. There are probably some beggars and scoundrels who often stay here.
Half of the statues enshrined in the temple were smashed, and one could only vaguely identify the young man in Taoist robes who was originally enshrined here.
Xiao Baojing sighed quietly.
How can one take a girl out to play and live in a ruined temple? The salesman can't even afford to rent a house, so how will he take her to Beijing in the future?
It really worried her.
"Don't be afraid," the salesman comforted her as he took her out of the box, "treat this place as your own home."
Xiao Baojing: Psycho!
I have never seen anyone who makes a ruined temple his home. She is not a monk, and she is not a Taoist priest!
Eyes facing each other.
The salesman clearly caught the resistance in Xiao Baojing's eyes.
With a smile in his fox eyes, he picked some bright red rouge with his little finger and spread it evenly on her lips: "Little princess, it's a bit unfair to live here. Can we just make do with it for a few days? Wait until the county is finished." It’s so exciting to watch the mansion, let’s go home.”
The bones of the boy's hand were as warm as jade and the fingertips were as cool as the jade, which outlined the girl's soft lips. The fox eyes concealed passion and love, as if the girl's rouge lip color was the most passionate and gorgeous color in the world.
Suddenly a voice came from outside: "Yue Niang, if you sell tofu for two more years, we can afford our own house. We don't have to wrong you to live with me in a ruined temple."
Xiao Baojing looked quietly.
A young couple walked in. Although their clothes were patched, they were neatly tidied up. They were probably in love, and the two people were cuddling in a very affectionate posture.
"Yue Niang, haven't you always wanted a silver bracelet? This time the old lady of the county magistrate's house celebrated her birthday and asked us to order a lot of tofu. When we get the wages, I will buy you a silver bracelet. Don't worry, I I will never spend all my money to pray to gods and Buddhas for the illusory throne. In my heart, you are the most important..."
"Oh, there is someone in the temple, sir, please stop talking!"
The little woman blushed with embarrassment and quietly broke away from the man's hand that was intertwined with hers.
Only then did the man notice the salesman and Xiao Baojing.
He quickly raised his hands and saluted: "I am looking at the pillow. I wonder how you call me?"
The salesman smiled: "Shang Bingjiu." Shang Bingjiu...
Xiao Baojing thought to himself, it turns out that this salesman is called Shang Bingjiu.
Shang is sick and drinks, and the illness lasts for a long time.
This name is really not very auspicious. I don’t know how his parents chose such a name for him.
Gu Zhenliang looked at Xiao Baojing curiously again: "This is..."
The puppets were so realistically sewn, and the light and shadow in the temple were dim, so he thought Xiao Baojing was a real person for a while.
Shang Bingjiu still smiled: "This is my newly married woman."
Gu Zhenliang said with concern: "Since we entered the house, my brothers and sisters have not moved or smiled. Could it be that they have something on their minds?"
Shang Bingjiu followed the example of Gu Zhenliang and Yueniang, intertwined his fingers with Xiao Baojing, and gently licked the broken hair on her forehead: "My wife is not born to laugh."
Xiao Baojing: Who doesn’t like to laugh, but she is evil, how dare she laugh? !
Yueniang looked at Xiao Baojing.
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The girl was wearing a rouge red gauze palace dress, with snow-white skin and green silk as ink, and exquisite hibiscus face makeup. She was sitting there with her hands folded and not smiling. At first glance, she looked like a beauty, but after looking at her for a long time, she looked weird.
The young couple sat on the haystack opposite, took out the steamed buns and porridge from their sleeves, and ate them with pickles.
Seeing that Shang was sick and drunk and not eating, Yueniang just sat there arranging red silk threads. Seeing that he was not old, she reminded: "Little brother, recently the county governor's house is preparing for their old lady's 60th birthday. Every morning and evening They will give out free steamed buns and porridge. Go and get one for you and your wife. It will fill your stomach at least.”
Shang Bingjiu went out for a walk, and when he came back, he really had steamed buns and gruel in his hands.
His eating posture was as graceful as that of a royal nobleman, and he chewed slowly as if he was not eating thick steamed buns, but some delicacy.
Even Xiao Baojing was greedy for it.
Yueniang couldn't stand it and whispered to Gu Zhenliang: "Then why does the little brother only care about eating for himself and not giving food to his wife?"
Xiao Baojing: Not to mention that this Yueniang is very warm-hearted, she really wants to eat steamed buns.
Gu Zhenliang made the mattress: "Let's not interfere with other people's household affairs. Yueniang, you sleep inside, it will be warm inside."
Yueniang had no choice but to lie down with her clothes on.
She probably thought Shang Bingjiu and Xiao Baojing were weird, so she couldn't help turning her head to look at them again, only to see Shang Bingjiu putting Xiao Baojing into a red lacquered wooden box.
Her eyes widened.
How can there be any reason in the world for a husband to sleep on a mattress and a wife to sleep on a wooden box?
She was about to argue with Shang Bingjiu when Gu Zhenliang quickly held her down and lowered his voice: "Yue Niang, what are we getting into with this young couple's affairs? Go to bed quickly, we have to get up early tomorrow to sell tofu!"
Xiao Baojing huddled in the wooden box and waited until the three people in the ruined temple fell asleep before sneaking down on the edge of the box.
She picked up half a steamed bun left over from Shang Bing's wine.
Take a bite.
Melancholy.
She couldn't taste it.
She really wants to become a human again.
Early the next morning.
Shang Bingjiu glanced at the bit of red lipstick remaining on the steamed bun. He pressed his fangs against his thin lips and seemed to be smiling. He pretended not to see it and opened his mouth to swallow the steamed bun.
Gu Zhenliang went out to sell tofu.
Yueniang was grinding tofu behind the ruined temple when she heard the sound of Shang Bingjiu getting up. She looked in and said, "Little brother, my husband said that today the county magistrate's office will recruit a variety of acrobats on the street for their old lady's birthday party." On the show. Let me see. There are a lot of bag puppets in your basket. Could it be that they can perform finger puppets? Why don't you give it a try? If you choose one, you will definitely be rewarded and you can buy some delicious food for your little lady. .”
(End of chapter)