The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 33 I'm a Kind Person

The old mulberry in the small courtyard slapped, the sun passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and fell on the young man in front of the dilapidated square table. The old couple standing aside, stared closely at the back of the dilapidated New Year picture, writing The big red characters under it.

After the old man Geng finished saying "naturally is a good word", he and his wife were stunned for a moment, and they turned their faces to look at Geng Qing who stretched his arms and let out a rough breath.

"Da Zhu, when will you be able to write?"

"Is it difficult to write?"

Geng Qing crumpled up the written sheet and threw it to the corner of the table, spread out another sheet, the tip of the pen was stained with cinnabar, and the pen fell off the paper as if with spirit, and re-wrote the word "demolition" crookedly. , "Look at other people's writing, how to hold the pen, as long as you are not stupid and think about the outline of the strokes, you will gradually master it."

"Hehehe, it will be fine, it will be fine."

The old man Geng over there nodded with a smile and didn't think much about it. He probably felt that his son was often close to the people in the yamen, and he could hear and see him. He and the county lieutenant went to find the iron mine together, but he was very frightened. He was afraid that Geng Qing would say or do something wrong and offend the two high officials in the county.

Wang Jinqiu pursed his lips and slapped his silly-smiling husband, wiped his hands and put him on the stool to sit, then went to the stove to cook and drove the little fox away from the stove, and the latter ran into the yard with ears Shaking, there was a faint creaking sound from the shaft of the car coming from far and near, and rushed to the courtyard gate and yelled twice, "咔咕~".

The old man Geng tilted his head and frowned: "Who's here?"

Over there, Geng Qing at the desk wrote the last stroke and put the brush on the mouth of the bowl with a smile.

"A pharaoh."

"The donkey cart is parked outside, hurry up, it's slow, you haven't eaten!"

Sure enough, Dachun trotted in from outside the fence, holding medicinal materials and silk cloth in his hands, and beckoned the two of them to come this way in a rough voice.

The steward of Liu's family became angry, but endured it again, nodded with a smile on his face, spread his hands to invite Li Zheng next to him, followed quickly, and walked into the courtyard, just in time to see the old man Geng sitting under the eaves , took the gift from Dachun's hand first, and presented it with a smile, and was opened by the woman who came out.

"Who wants anything from your house, I think it's dirty!"

"Mother, let him put it down." Geng Qing wiped the cinnabar on his hands, and continued to pick up the pen to write the third picture. The manager of Liu's family was not annoyed, so he put the things under the eaves, looked at each other directly, and then left Going to the figure at the table over there, with courtesy, bowed his hands to see him.

On the table, the nib was written stroke by stroke, Geng Qing put down the brush, raised his head and greeted him with a smile, and helped him up with both hands of the old steward.

"There is no need for big gifts. Considering my age, I am a junior. How can I let you give such a gift?"

After all, the supporting hand did not touch it, and the Liu family steward sat up awkwardly after completing the etiquette, "It's okay, little brother is famous now, I am an old servant of the Liu family, what is my seniority, haha"

Wang Lizheng also agreed with the smile, but seeing this young man with a smile on his face, he felt uneasy in his heart. He always felt that there was a knife hiding in that smile, and when he thought of what happened last time, he felt pain in his flesh.

"Old Liu is right, you deserve a gift."

"Ha ha."

Geng Qing didn't speak, just chuckled twice, the two of them couldn't talk, they kept laughing together, and soon, Geng Qing asked Dachun to carry two stools out of the house.

"You don't need to be so polite, let's sit down and talk first, but the family is poor and there is no tea to entertain."

"It's okay, we're not thirsty."

The two waved their hands politely. Seeing that Geng Qing was not sitting, they had to stand. They saw a word written on the table. The manager of the Liu family had seen books before. How can I make it at the beginning, I gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good words."

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense." Geng Qing pointed out the words directly, without giving the other party any face, which made the steward smile awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the following words, but Geng Qing sat down after speaking. Come down, stretch out your hands, and invite the two to sit down together with a smile.

"Liu Guanshi, what are you going to do here today, there is no need to beat around the bush."

"Come here today, I want to seek peace with you for my master's family."

The manager of the Liu family was confused by the young man's few words, casually changing tone, and demeanor. He couldn't figure out the other party at all, so he had to bite the bullet and say what he wanted.

"The little brother is really powerful. It is widely rumored that Wolong is reborn. Some misunderstandings occurred before, so that everyone had a conflict. They are both members of the Niu family. The main family does not want to fight any more. It is better to turn this into a jade, so that both sides can live in peace. It's okay, that's great."

'hehe.'

Over there, Geng Qing just laughed. Out of the corner of his eye, the old man Geng clenched his fists and pressed his knees, staring at the steward's back and gnashing his teeth. In a soft laugh, the steward of the Liu family saw him laughing, and Wang Lizheng also laughed. Laughing, the corners of his mouth curled up, but before he could laugh out loud, Geng Qing's smile on the other side of his field of vision gradually turned cold.

Just when the other party said: "Little brother, everyone sit down, talk and laugh more harmoniously, more."

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, he suddenly said, "Thanks to your mother—"

Geng Qing grabbed the low stool under him, and while drinking violently, swung it over, slammed on Liu's housekeeper's head, and knocked him off the stool to the ground.

In an instant, blood flowed out, Lizheng next to him stood up in fright, and subconsciously tried to stop him, but was picked up by Dachun and dragged back.

"It's as if the Gengjia Village bullied you, and it's only natural to buy good land by force. My father can't walk until now, is everything safe? It's easy to say, an old man can't walk in the future, what do you get? Is everything safe and sound? The words are convincing but there is no sincerity at all. Now I know that I have no confidence?! Knowing that I came to ask for peace, and once I came here, I was superior, as if I waited for the villagers to do something wrong, and you are also worthy of being a steward ? I will teach you for your master, should I or not?"

The courtyard was quiet.

Geng Qing threw away the stool casually, clapped his palms, and put it behind his back, staring at the moaning figure lying on the ground, his tone eased a little.

"Guan Liu, do you understand this truth?"

Just now, he yelled sharply, startling the old couple, Dachun, and Lizheng in the courtyard. At this moment, he could feel that the young man in patched clothes on the opposite side, who was single-handedly, was better than the county in the yamen. There is also a sense of oppression.

The steward of the Liu family lying on the ground, clutching the blood on his head, was afraid of getting hurt again, and nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand."

Seeing his expression, Geng Qing nodded in satisfaction, went to squat down slowly, helped him up, and patted the dirt on the robe for the steward, "Look, if you understand earlier, nothing will happen. "

Said softly, after setting up a stool and asking him to sit down, Geng Qing also turned around and straightened the low stool, placed it in front of the other party, spread his legs, sat down with a big horse, and stared straight at him .

"You come to seek peace and want to calm things down. I actually think so in my heart. Only when the two sides have a correct attitude can they negotiate a result."

The steward of the Liu family's face was as pale as paper, and he pressed his head hard, not daring to look at the young man in front of him, lowering his eyes, and nodded slowly: "Yes, I was acting sloppily just now."

"It's good to know the mistake. I accepted the gift you sent, but you see, my father's legs can no longer move. This is caused by you. What should I do?"

"This. I will return"

"I think the donkey cart outside is not bad."

"Ah?" The steward was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked outside the courtyard. The young man opposite him leaned forward with a smile, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, his dark complexion made his teeth look white.

"The donkey cart is not bad. It's just for my father's transportation. I think I'll keep it. From now on, we'll understand the affairs of our two families."

On the opposite side, Geng Qing almost stuck to the tip of the opponent's nose, "Otherwise, let's continue."

The steward of Liu's family closed his eyes and turned his face away. He leaned back to avoid it, and almost sat down on the ground. He gritted his teeth, "Okay, the donkey cart outside is for your father, and I have the right to make compensation."

After finishing speaking in one breath, in an uncontrollable emotion, the steward stood up covering his head, and ran out in despair. Wang Lizheng hurriedly cupped his hands to Geng Qing, and went out of the courtyard gate to catch up.

As soon as the people walked away, Wang Jinqiu hurried out from under the eaves, chased to the door and spit at the two people who had run away.The old man Geng looked at the other party's gift at his feet, and then at his son.

"Da Zhu, is this really over?"

Ha ha ha.

Geng Qing said lightly: "Of course not." He went over to hold the brush, practiced handwriting, and called Dachun, "Can you drive a car? You won't take it to the dam to practice your hands. Come and pick me up tomorrow morning."

Look at the word "demolition" formed under the pen.

Tsk-tsk in the mouth twice, my acting skills are really getting more and more proficient.

(End of this chapter)