Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 11 The Story of Four Small Enamel Bowls
"Little Fifth Brother."

"Xiaokun, Jingping, it's you guys."

"Miss Xiaoxing, didn't you go back to your hometown? When did you come back?"

After leaving the master's house, Yang Yukun went to the next alley to pick up Xu Jingping, and went back to the courtyard to find Han Chunming.

In the morning, Han Chunming asked him to help move things. He was going to the master's place in the morning, so he made an appointment in the afternoon.

Yang Yukun called Han Chunming in the courtyard, unexpectedly Han Chunming did not come out, but a girl ran out of the house instead.

Yang Yukun had seen this girl before. A few days after Han Chunming came back from the queue, this girl came to their courtyard.

Although he didn't stay in their courtyard for a long time, he left a very deep impression on the people in the courtyard and made the whole courtyard jump.

This girl's name is Meng Xiaoxing, and she is Han Chunming's mother's relative and Han Chunming's cousin.

"Not long after I came back, brother Wu Zi went to pick me up from the archery tower."

Having seen the prosperity of big cities, Meng Xiaoxing didn't want to stay in the countryside to farm.

So she came to the imperial capital again, planning to find a job in the city.

Mother Han came out of the house and said, "Xiaokun, Jingping, you are here, it's very cold today, go inside to warm up."

Yang Yukun asked, "Auntie, isn't Brother Fifth at home?"

"Xiao Wu asked you to move things, right? He's gone to his master's place. You two come in and sit in the house. He'll be back in a while."

"Auntie, we won't go into the house anymore. I'll go to Uncle Guan's place to find Brother Wu. Do you want Miss Xing to go with you?"

"The old man is too fierce, so I won't go." Meng Xiaoxing shook her head.

When she came here before, she met Uncle Guan once. This old man stared at a pair of big bull-like eyes, which was very scary.

Yang Yukun couldn't help laughing softly when he heard the words, Uncle Guan is really scary, there are children in the alley who were scared to cry by him.

After all, he is a descendant of the admiral of the Nine Gates, a highly respected grandfather in the alley, and the aura of his body is not something ordinary people can look directly at.

There are a few people of the grandparents in the area of ​​Qianmenlouzi.

Uncle Guan, his master Hou Ye, Niu Ye, and Pian Er Ye.

In terms of imposing manner, Uncle Guan is the best. Where can the old god sit? Ordinary people really can't compare.

"Auntie, let's go."

"Goodbye Aunt Han, goodbye Miss Xiao Xing."

"Jingping, come and play when you're free."

"Good Aunt Han."

Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping left the courtyard and arrived at Uncle Guan's house in a short while.

When the two came over, the master and apprentice were having a drink, and there was a small enamel bowl on the table.

"Uncle Guan, Brother Fifth, drink."

Uncle Guan turned his head and glanced at Yang Yukun, "Grandson, you are the one who is here, instead of serving your master, what are you doing here, Grandpa Admiral of Nine Gates?"

Yang Yukun smiled and said, "It's not that my master misses you and asked me to come and see you."

"Trash will miss me, does he want me to die early?"

"Uncle Guan, from what you said, you think too badly of my master."

"Come over and have a drink with Grandpa Nine Gates Admiral."

"Got it."

"Teacher, Man Shang."

"to make."

Han Chunming smiled and filled his wine glass.

"Master, I respect you."

"Go."

Yang Yukun smiled, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Boy, you have learned from Poor Hou for so many years, how about this small enamel bowl?"

"good stuff."

"Then do you know the origin of this small enamel bowl?"

"My little knowledge, old man, please clear up my doubts."

If he guessed correctly, this small enamel bowl should be called Juyou.

Because of the same small enamel bowl, his master has three of them.

His master also told him about the origin of these three small enamel colored bowls.

That's right, the three small enamel bowls in the hands of his master are the former brothers of Uncle Guan.

But he can't say that. If he said it, wouldn't he admit that he had seen the other three small enamel bowls, and his master would not be able to beat him later.

"Let me tell you a story. There used to be four tax officials in Deshengmen, Chongwenmen, Dongzhimen, and Chaoyangmen."

"In the hands of these four tax officials, there is a small enamel colored bowl respectively. These four small enamel colored bowls are called Cha Piaoxiang, Go Alcohol, Gather Friends, and Go Back to the Building."

"Later, these four small enamel bowls were passed on to the descendants of the four tax officials. Because of these four small enamel bowls, the descendants of the four families worshiped their brothers."

"The brothers from Chaoyangmen proposed to use the names of these four small enamel-colored bowls as the nicknames of the brothers."

"The brothers of the Deshengmen want to enjoy the fragrance of tea, the brothers of the Chongyangmen want to gather with friends, the brothers of the Dongzhimen want to stop drinking, and the brothers of the Chaoyangmen want to go back to the building."

"Later, three of Xiaowan's houses among them were robbed, two of them were killed, and the other one escaped. I don't know where he went, and I don't know if he is still alive."

"Since then, of the four former brothers, only friends are left."

Uncle Guan stared at the small enamel bowl on the table, and couldn't help recalling all kinds of past events in his mind.

Back then, he was the one who personally scattered the ashes of Cha Piaoxiang and Zaihuilou's two brothers into the river, but there has been no news of Jiu Baqu for so many years, and he doesn't know whether Jiu Baqu is still alive.

His greatest wish is to find another three small enamel colored bowls so that the four brothers can reunite in another way.

Han Chunming said, "Master, if you say that, are you a friend?"

Uncle Guan nodded, "That's right, Jufriend is my nickname."

"Master, who snatched it?"

"The prince's grandson."

"The prince's grandson snatched it?"

"My foreign surname is Sun, so I'm not serious, but my concubine's surname is Hou."

Having said that, Uncle Guan put down his wine glass and glanced at Yang Yukun.

Looking at Uncle Guan's gaze, Yang Yukun could only smile awkwardly.

It turns out that the old man knew that the person who snatched the three small enamel bowls was his master's father. So this old man also knew that the three small enamel bowls were in the hands of his master?

"Master, the prince's grandson you mentioned is still surnamed Hou, shouldn't it be related to Poor Hou?"

When Han Chunming saw the way his master looked at Yang Yukun, he instantly thought of Yang Yukun's master, Poor Hou.

"That's right, it's the tattered Hou's father."

"Pfft... Poor Hou, he is the descendant of the prince with his appearance, I really didn't expect that."

A man in tattered clothes with a tattered straw hat on his head and a tattered sack, could be a descendant of the prince.

Han Chunming really didn't expect that Broken Hou would have such an identity.

If his master didn't talk about it today, he really wouldn't know the grievances and entanglements involved.

"Teacher, my biggest wish in this life is to find another three small enamel colored bowls so that the four of us can reunite. Even if we die in the future, we will still have the face to meet the other three brothers."

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely take the tea and wine, and then go back upstairs to find them for you."

Han Chunming picked up the wine glass and touched one with the master. He must find the other three small enamel bowls, fulfilling the master's lifelong wish.

(End of this chapter)