Yu Jun

Chapter 1

In the 20th year of the first chapter of the Jokhang Kingdom, border Kuanzhou, the tenth day of February.

At Xushi, Wu Jin carried two folded cages on her shoulders, held her right hand upward, bent deeply, and held the wooden frame in her left hand, and walked to Yuhua Street step by step.

He found a place where there were many people, set up the wooden frame, and stabilized the cage drawer. He cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Cooking cakes! Oil cakes! Sugar cakes!"

The young man's voice was clear and loud, he entered the room through the window, and was quickly submerged in the floating music.

The bright light is a swaying shadow in the cold wind, a swimming fish, and the fleeting amorous feelings on the corners of a prostitute's eyes and brows. It suddenly floats to Wu Jin's face, mixed with the aroma of food, and floats in the cage. superior.

As the night darkened, there were more and more tourists. As the night darkened, there were fewer and fewer tourists. The peddlers were chatting about the anecdotes of the flower street. Wu Jin jerked his feet back and forth in the cold, and put his cold hands in his sleeves, looking at the flowers blooming on the opposite side. Yan Pavilion.

Taking a breath, he opened his throat and shouted again: "Sugar cakes—sweet and fragrant—seven cents apiece!"

"Oil--"

The sudden sound of horseshoes on the road covered his voice, and all the whispers disappeared, only the horseshoes stepped across the bluestone slabs in an orderly manner.

A dozen or so yellow-flowered horses were led out by servants, and four or five sedan chairs were carried up one after another, waiting in front of the gate. At the same time, two servants pushed the door open from the inside. In an instant, layers were laid out.

The first six guards came out of the door, and they stood neatly beside the horse, looking serious and unsmiling, like wax figures.

A barrage of laughs followed.

A group of men wearing brocade robes of various colors came out with red faces, drunken eyes, and rolled to the side of the sedan chair with a scent of wine, but they did not say goodbye to the sedan chair, but continued to wait for the people inside to come out.

Wu Jin lowered her head to see the remaining ten or so cakes, and when she raised her head again, she saw a person coming out from the gate of the Yan Pavilion, wearing a crane cloak and a little girl with a bun on her shoulders, a cluster of light from the lantern on the corridor shone on on her.

Her hair is black and green, she has no headgear or earrings, her phoenix eyes are long and big, her black eyes are slightly concealed, her face is soft and childish, and she wears a pair of red gold "Longevity for a Hundred Years" collar around her neck, shining bright yellow under the lamplight.

Sensing Wu Jin's gaze, the little girl lowered her head condescendingly, looked at Wu Jin, showing deep and long double eyelid marks, and then pointed out: "Cake."

The servant who followed quickly ran over, without asking the price, and asked Wu Jin to make pancakes quickly, and asked for everything.

Wu Jin hurriedly went to touch the oiled paper and came out, tied the bags tightly one by one, bit the pennies handed over, and took out the copper coins to change the money, the servants saw that the masters had already mounted their horses, so they didn't want the twenty or thirty pennies , took the cake and chased after him like a gust of wind.

The sound of horseshoes resounded through the streets again, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust among the peddlers.

Just when everyone was envious of Wu Jin's good luck today, a man carrying a burden quickly walked over from the corner of the street and shouted to Wu Jin, "Brother Jin, your father fell in the Xiongshi Gorge and was just brought back! You go back quickly."

After hearing this, Wu Jin's heart sank suddenly, and her face turned three points pale in an instant.

His father was digging Buddha statues in the Xiongshan Temple. The sides of the Xiongshi Gorge are steep, like a knife cut, and there is a turbulent flow below. Standing on the edge of the cliff, people will be dazzled, their feet tremble, let alone fall into the deep stream.

He thanked the messenger loudly, squatted down and picked up the cage, holding the wooden frame, holding the cake cage with one hand, and ran home quickly.

It was nearly midnight, and the moon could not illuminate the sky no matter how bright it was, Wu Jin ran all the way from the brightly lit market to the remote and dark Shishi Street.

Lighting a lamp was expensive, and few people lit lamps on Shishi Street, and it was the same at this time. He walked sideways in the dark, bumping his elbows against the sundries piled up on both sides. Pressing down on him, he was panting.

He grasped the cage and the wooden frame with cold hands, and he slowed down only when he saw a little light and crowded people in the darkness.

"Brother Jin is back!"

"Come in, hey, poor thing."

"Brother Jin is only fourteen this year, and life will be difficult in the future."

The crowd of onlookers moved out of the way, and Wu Jin walked through with her head bowed, bumping her shoulder against several solid chests before entering the door.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the yard. My younger brother Wu Yi was standing outside the door crying, when he raised his eyes and saw Wu Jin, he hurriedly wiped away his tears and stepped forward to take over the wooden frame: "Brother... Father..."

Wu Jin stabilized herself, put the cake basket back, and said in a low voice, "I'll go and have a look."

He walked to the door of the main house, and there were two or three women standing in the room, all chattering to comfort Mother Wu, a doctor was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals and prescribing prescriptions, Mother Wu's eyes were red, waiting to take the prescription and grab the medicine.

"Mom, I'm back."

When the women heard the voice, they all turned their heads to look at the door, and saw Wu Jin standing by the door with his hands down, with a firm and powerful expression on his face. It's a great day, what a pity.

A family lacks a strong laborer, where can they still read books, state school does not need to study, but the four treasures of the study cost a lot of money.

The doctor also prescribed the prescription and handed it to Wu's mother. Wu Jin recognized that the doctor was the famous "Li Yitie", one post could save his life, and the consultation fee was two taels of silver. He took out all the usual money saved at home, and combined the money he earned today, and gave the doctor two pieces of money together.

Wu's mother sent the neighbors and the doctor out, and Wu Jin hurried back to her own room, dug out from under the pillow and kept the two hundred pennies she bought for a pen for her younger brother, telling him to rush to get the medicine.

When his younger brother also went out, he immediately went to see his father's injuries.

Wu's father's face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed tightly, the quilt rose and fell with his body, and then suddenly collapsed in the second half - his legs and knees went down, and he disappeared.

"Aniang," he said with tears in his eyes, not looking at Wu's mother who entered the door, "I, I won't study for now."

Wu's mother's yellow and thin face suddenly became sharp: "No! You just study your book, don't care about these things, go out, go to bed, and you have class tomorrow!"

"Mother, it's the same for me to wait for my father to get well before I go to study. I'll make more cakes and earn money for renting the house next month."

Wu's mother pushed him out with rough palms: "I have a way, don't worry about it, I can make cakes, brother Yi will be enlightened later, didn't you also be an apprentice for three years and sell cakes for a year, It was only started at the age of 12."

She pushed Wu Jin all the way back into the house, lit the oil lamp again, and then took the door out to light the fire and boil the medicine.

She tried her best to turn this door into a barrier to isolate the messy family affairs, so that Wu's family could produce a glorious lintel of reading seeds.

Wu Jin sat down at the table, silently listening to the movement outside, until she heard the sound of her younger brother coming back, she spread out the bamboo paper, polished the white inkstone, took the chicken brush, dipped in the ink and wrote: "Yuan Zhang."

As soon as the pen is written, the ink floats on the paper and disperses, making it difficult to form characters.

The paper, pen, and ink are not good, and the characters are half an inch large, making it difficult to write.

Wu Jin raised the pen, plucked out the miscellaneous hairs, and wrote again: "On the tenth day of February 20, it's sunny, two baskets of cakes are sold, my father is seriously injured, good luck."

After a pause for a while, he followed the pen and wrote on the paper again: "God knows how much money our family has."

(End of this chapter)