Lu Ming

Chapter 59
Two days later, Huang Ping, accompanied by his eldest brother Nan Xiucai, went to the Chief Secretary's Yamen to get back the test card and "floating ticket" for the township examination. By the way, he reported his temporary address to the small courtyard in Xiuyifang. .In addition, the floating ticket described Huang Ping's appearance like this: "Fang face is white and needless, and he is slightly taller."

At this point in the "Li Kui Plan", it can be said that all the preparatory work in the early stage has been completed.

From this moment on, Huang Xiucai only needs to study behind closed doors.Comrade Huang Zhicheng, a traveler who hurried across time and space to take the exam, is also very busy these days.To convince yourself to recognize the situation, to memorize the article, to refine the calligraphy, and to take time every day to do physical and language training - the poor scholar's behavior of bowing his head, chest and shoulders, to be honest A later generation is really not good at learning.

Everything is ready, just wait for the day when the exam starts on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month.

The weather in Hangzhou this year is a bit weird. There hasn't been a few rains in July. The hot winds blow in the daytime, and the afternoon is extremely hot.

Yang Er was wearing a short sleeveless jacket of home-made cloth, with a smooth belly, and was squatting under the wild locust tree in front of Wuxian Temple, irritably clutching the lice on his body.

He is 17 years old, still a teenager.She was born thin and tall, and her features were pretty at first glance, but she was disfigured by a purple-red birthmark the size of a child's palm on her face, which made her look a bit unattractive.

Yang Er was an orphan. He was only five years old when his parents died on the road to escape, and he didn't even remember his family name.The old man who adopted him was surnamed Yang, and he also adopted the surname Yang.The old-fashioned only son died of illness in his early years, so Yang Er was the second oldest adopted son.

Lao Bashi took Yang Er to perform tricks all the year round, until Lao Bashi died of illness in Hangzhou that year.Yang Er, who was only 14 years old at the time, found that his fancy knives with knives and sticks were useless at all, so he joined the beggar gang on the spot, and changed his job from ranger to thief.

Today, he came to squat at the entrance of the main hall. He was here to wait for people. Just when he was impatient, a few figures came out of the temple.

The first one of the people who came, walked and swayed three times. He had a short stature, pointed mouth and yellow teeth. He was wearing a fine thin shirt. who?
Seeing Hu Zhengqi leading the two attendants swaying over, Yang Er hurriedly collapsed his slender body, bowed his head, and slid over with a smile: "Master Hu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. "

Hu Zhengqi stopped and looked: "Oh, it's you hozen, where's the stuff?"

Yang Er heard the sound and hurriedly took out a jade token from his arms and handed it over: "It's this one, it's not damaged at all!"

Hu Zhengqi took the jade card, looked up at Tianguang and sighed: "Good thing, the air is delicate and the plane is reduced to the ground, it's the Zigang card, right, the hozen's craftsmanship has risen recently?"

Yang Erwen hurriedly smiled bitterly and said, "Master Hu, don't make fun of it, the three-legged cat's craftsmanship is not on the table."

At the next moment, Uncle Hu changed his face in an instant: "The craftsmanship has improved, and the eyesight has disappeared. Are you really blinded by the plague? You dare to steal the pieces from the Chai Ya of Er Yin's house? "

At this moment, Yang Er had turned his waist into a shrimp-like shape, and replied in a low voice, "I really didn't recognize it, otherwise, how dare the little one start?"

"You are going to put eye drops on Tuantou." Hu Zhengqi sneered: "The old man just said that he needs to clarify the help and have a new look. If you are plagued by plague, you will provoke Master Tongzhi. You have a long life, have you forgotten all the rules and regulations?"

At this time, Yang Er said with a hilarious smile, "Isn't this a sign that I sent to you as soon as I got the letter in the morning? With you here, I can't watch the little boy suffer in prison."

"That's the only brand left?" Hu Zhengqi weighed the Zigang brand in his hand, and then Pi Xiaorou asked without smiling, "What about the purse and the broken silver? It's all gone so quickly?"

Yang Er heard the sound of Zhuangtianqu, and the birthmark on his face seemed to be a lot brighter because he was wronged: "I went to Niu De yesterday to pay off my gambling debt, and now I am really doing my best, Master Hu. If you don't believe me, go ask Niu De, if I tell a lie, I will die!"

After hearing this, Hu Zhengqi looked up and rolled his eyes, then sneered, and after thinking about it, he said, "Well, it's all a helper brother, so I can't put you in prison. I'll return this brand right now. With some good words, if Er Yin's house can calm down, it will be easy for you to deal with it."

After a pause, Hu Zhengqi continued: "You shouldn't go back to the city these few days. Go to Moyunguan to avoid the limelight. When will the case be closed in the yamen, and when will you come back."

Yang Er did not suspect him, and hurriedly thanked him.Hu Zhengqi turned his head and winked: "Ping Laosan, you are familiar with the other end, take Brother Yang to find a partner, and say that I ordered it, and treat it well."

The third child, Ping, was a sturdy man with a stubble face. He heard the sound and stood up. He smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Let's go, Brother Yang?"

Going more than ten miles north of Hangzhou City, it is half a mountain.There is a wild forest at the foot of the mountain, built on the mountain, is the Moyun Temple.

In the 35th year of Wanli, some monks built a temple here, which took four years to complete.However, just two years later, a lightning ball struck the main hall of Moyun Temple impartially in the summer night, and the ensuing fire burned down more than half of the temple.

Since it was a thunder punishment from the sky, then the monks in the temple must have done something that hurts the heavens and the law. Everyone agrees with this logic.Therefore, the remaining monks did not propose to rebuild after the event, and a group of bald donkeys came to the hall to disperse, leaving only the innocent, the remnant broken wall with the reputation of the unknown place, and stayed there silently.

Not long after that, the dilapidated Moyun Temple became a place for bandits and thieves.Now more than ten years have passed, the Moyun Temple has been declining more and more, and the interior has become a refuge for the Hanako. Anyone who loses the wind will often run to the Moyun Temple to avoid the limelight.

Yang Er and the third and the third hurried out of the north gate of Hangzhou. After taking a light boat and traveling along the Shangtang River for more than ten miles, they disembarked at a dilapidated river pier and settled in a forest.Not long after walking along a line of bluestone steps in the forest, I saw the mountain gate of Moyun Temple.

Yang Er was in a good mood along the way—the gambling debts were also paid off, and a small piece of silver was paid for, and Hu Zhengqi had to take care of himself. .
There were two men in black with knives standing in front of the Moyunguan Mountain Gate. After Ping Laosan approached to say hello, he took him into the mountain gate.

Yang Er also avoided the limelight a few times in the Moyun Temple in the past, and he is usually familiar with the way, but today he felt inexplicable and strange when he arrived here, and he suddenly realized when he entered the door. Got a doorman?
(End of this chapter)