Chapter 114: The old worshiper is a temple, and the poor scholar Qu Shui talks with him
After finally waiting for Xu Fengnian to make a seat, several pairs of young masters with luxurious clothes went up to enjoy the cool air. The little beggar who rolled up his trousers and went to the spring pool to bending over to pick up money was undoubtedly annoying. A triangular young man sneered and stretched out his feet to kick the watermelon into the spring. It splashed countless water. The little beggar, who was so scared, was trembling. He didn’t dare to pick up copper coins anymore and wanted to dodge. He walked in the water and accidentally threw himself into the spring, causing a burst of laughter. After laughing with heavy makeup, a gentry woman with thick makeup schadenfreshly, she cursed with a sharp voice: “Little bastard, who told you to come here to pick up the money for wishing? Aren’t you afraid of being beaten to death by the monks in the temple?”
The spring pool was surrounded by these rich and magistrates who were enjoying the cool air. The little beggar had nowhere to hide, so she could only stand in the spring water, lowered her head with red eyes and said, “The temple said that as long as you pick up a few copper coins every time, it would not be tight.”
The woman shouted, “You dare to talk back.”
She was angry that there was no outsider anyway, so she was too lazy to pretend to be a famous lady, so she picked up the stones on the ground and smashed them hard. The little beggar instinctively avoided for a while, but the woman didn’t hit her. She was a little angry when she couldn’t enter the temple. This made her even more annoyed. She picked up an egg-sized stone and smiled gloomyly, “You still dare to hide. If you hide again, you will break your legs!”
She threw it hard and hit the little beggar’s chest, making a bang. The men and women around her clapped and praised her for their correct heads. The little girl’s thin body as thin as a bamboo pole could not bear such a toss. She shook her face and looked painful, but she still dared not hide. She stood in the water and said in a crying voice: “I will never dare to pick it up again, nor will I dare to!”
The young woman sneered and picked up a few more stones, and distributed it to her friends around her. It is better to have fun alone than to have fun, and she is preparing to play a game similar to throwing a bamboo arrow into a pot. Jiangnan Road scholars have always had the custom of playing the song to entertain the fun of the pot. Many famous scholars are good at blindly throwing the screen and sitting back and throwing the back. General Xu Gong, Longxiang, can even insert more than a hundred bamboo arrows into a pot, and finally present a picture of clusters of arrows like an arrow forest. This throwing pot is the evolution of “shooting” in the six arts of gentlemen, and it is very popular in Jiangnan Road. However, today the bamboo arrow was replaced with stones, and the pottery pot turned into a little beggar. In the eyes of the young master, it is also similar to the skills. Those who get the stones are eager to try. When aiming there, it seems that they don’t care whether the little beggar’s body can hold on for a few strokes. For the Taoist priest in Jiangnan, killing a small beggar who is begging is nothing.
The poor scholar who had already stepped into the threshold of Baoguo Temple with one foot and claimed the crime, turned around and ran away, angrily, “Stop!”
After roaring, the playboys were stunned, but they were just stunned, and then looked at each other and laughed, ignoring them. The two impatient young men instead increased their strength and threw stones at the little beggar in the water, one hitting the chest and the other hitting the arm. The little beggar bit his lips and did not dare to make a sound, but just squatted in the cold spring water that was knee-length, curled up. Where is the heart of the human being colder than water, but the pain is still the little beggar who is stillHe squeezed out his pale smile and said to the poor scholar who stood up, “Brother Chen, it’s okay, hit it a few times, it won’t hurt.”
It won’t hurt.
Can it not be painful?
Facing the most outstanding figures in Yangzhou like Lu Baijie and Xu Huipu, who can still jump into the water, no matter whether they are wet with the classics in their sleeves, they protect the little beggar, and look at the group of men and women who have lived up to their family for their whole life, with a sad face. There is nothing more sorrow than death in his heart, and he didn’t even question him.
The arrogant woman who started the culprit said with a look of disdain and said condescendingly: “Where are you from the poor pigs and dogs?”
At this time, a mellow voice came from the children of the gentry, “I came from Beiliang.”
For Jiangnan Dao, scholars became forests, and those poor children and the people of the market all rely on the beautiful trees of the scholars. Cutting off a few bad trees and weeds is not a big deal. This is a recognized truth. However, the scholars of the great clan pride themselves on their own identity and did not deliberately target ordinary people. It is probably because they are dissatisfied with the price. However, the two families of the military officials who are above the poor are particularly bad in their behavior and spare no effort to show off their identities.
The daughters of the young beggars who are embarrassed by the young beggars belong to this category of high and low. They are wagging their tails and begging for mercy, and the scholars of the aristocratic farts are fragrant; when they look at people with squint eyes, poor people even think that they have written truly beautiful articles.
These two groups of people are undoubtedly very good at seeing the eyesight. When facing the poor scholar, they are of course unscrupulous. But after turning around, they saw the young man who claimed to be the prince, and they were a little nervous. After all, the gorgeous clothes with exquisite cut texture and the noble air cannot be faked. As the prince said, in ancient times, only the legitimate sons of emperors and princes could have had. In the past five hundred years, the noble family gradually took control of the government and became a bit overwhelming. The prince’s sons and the legitimate sons of the big family can be called the princes.