There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 2 Liu Huixiang

"Don't worry, young master, you will get better gradually." Tofu Xishi comforted.

Su Xian felt that the bed was really fragrant and soft, so he hugged the embroidered quilt, rolled it twice, closed his eyes and said vaguely: "Madam, is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry!"

lady? !
Tofu Xishi was stunned, confusion, shame, anger, confusion, etc. flashed in her bright eyes.

Although Su Xian also called her "Mrs. Liu" in the past, she was so delicate and sensitive that she couldn't understand that "Mrs." represented his wife.

The man with a sinister face walked to the bed in a few steps, lifted the quilt and pulled him out of the bed, and said angrily: "Who is your wife? Come down!"

"What? You're not..." Su Xian was dragged out of bed, dumbfounded, is he being sentimental?

"Master Su, it has been several years since my husband passed away, and my concubine has also been a widow for several years."

Tofu Xishi was so ashamed and angry that her cheeks were stained with red clouds, which made her beauty even more beautiful. She said angrily: "Master Su was unconscious in the street today, so I came up with this trick... But I didn't want him to say such crazy words as a wolf, so please respect yourself... !”

A flash of lightning flashed across Su Xian's heart, and he remembered.

This tofu beauty is named "Liu Huixiang" and she is a widow!

A few years ago, although Liu Huixiang was a young lady from a wealthy family, her father promised to marry a patient. On the night of their wedding, the groom died before entering the bridal chamber.

The etiquette at this time was not very strict, and soon after, matchmakers came to arrange marriage arrangements again.

As a result, two days before the wedding, the groom was robbed and killed by bandits.

Later, she was about to remarry, and a few days before the wedding, the groom's family was imprisoned...

So many times, all the people who were matched by the matchmaker were either killed or suffered disaster.

So for several years, Liu Huixiang didn't get married.

The matchmakers who came to visit also had accidents one after another. They either fell into a pond or were hit by a carriage...

Later, people in Liu Huixiang's natal family died abnormally one after another, or became bedridden, which was very evil. It was not until Liu Huixiang was kicked out of the house that the situation improved.

Therefore, Liu Huixiang is not only a "conqueror" now, she also defeats the matchmaker and anyone who is close to her.

Although she is only 25 years old and has a pretty face, no one dares to approach her anymore, let alone a matchmaker.

Thanks to the man with a waist as big as a bucket and a fleshy face, who loyally protects the owner and takes care of the inside and outside, she was able to set up a tofu stall in Leshou County, and her days became more and more prosperous.

It's just that her reputation as "a slayer of husbands, matchmakers, and anyone close to her" is spreading more and more mysteriously, and neighbors near and far are afraid of her.

Liu Huixiang rarely went out, leaving almost all the management of the tofu stall to that female man...

And Su Xian is Liu Huixiang’s neighbor!

The two houses are next to each other!
After thinking about this, Su Xian hurriedly bowed and apologized, saying: "It's abrupt, it's abrupt, Mrs. Liu, don't blame me, I forgot a lot of things, and I didn't think of it for a moment, don't blame me..."

Under the gaze of the man with a sinister face, Su Xian ran away from the door and came to the street.

It was already dark, there was no one on the street, it was quiet.

A gust of cool wind blew in, and Su Xian's whole body shivered and became sober.

He glanced left and right at the unfamiliar yet familiar streets, and finally, his eyes rested on a two-story wooden building, which was his home.

He walked over quickly, took out the key and opened the door.

Fumbling to light the oil lamp, looking at the familiar rotten wooden benches, old tables, broken doors and windows, the original memory gradually emerged——

It turned out that Su Xian came from a wealthy family in the capital.

But counting from his father, he was an inconspicuous bastard.

After Su Xian was born, he was the child of a concubine and was very unpopular.

Later, being excluded by the family, my father and mother simply started their own business and moved to Yingzhou to settle down.

A few years ago, his father and mother passed away one after another. Their wish was that Su Xian could study more and preferably be admitted to the "Jinshi" or "Mingjing" examination, so that he could avoid the shame of being ostracized by his family!

Su Xian is also really a nerd. As expected, he devotes himself to studying and is ignorant of the worldly economy. As a result...

He stood there holding the oil lamp for a long time, and finally the "cuckling" sound of his stomach woke him up.

"I'm so hungry. Let's make some porridge first."

Based on my memory, I went to the kitchen on the first floor and opened the lid of the rice jar. It turned out that it was clean without a grain of rice inside.

Su Xian was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered that his family had run out of food a few days ago!
The last copper coin at home was used by him to buy a steamed cake two days ago...

Su Xian didn't give up. He held an oil lamp and searched the house inside and outside, but he couldn't find a single copper plate.

"Oh my god!"

Su Xian looked up to the sky and sighed: "I, Su Xian, am also a landlord who earns tens of thousands a month in college, and I am also a well-known scholar in the local cultural circle... Why do you want me to come to this place!?"

"Forget it, let's sleep until tomorrow."

Walking up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, opening the door, you can see at a glance, there is only a bed, a set of chairs, and a wardrobe as high as one person.

Approaching the bed, there was a tattered quilt with holes on it, and the bed board underneath could be seen through the holes.

"Rubbish!"

Su Xian directly pulled up the tattered quilt and threw it to the ground in disgust.

As a result, all that was left on the bed was a bed board made of multiple wooden boards and a pillow that had not been washed for many years.

Fortunately, the weather has been hot recently, so Su Xian lay down without a quilt and forced himself to close his eyes and sleep.

The night is cold as water.

Dangdang!

"The sky is dry and the earth is dry, be careful with the candle..."

The sound of the watch was heard in the distance, occasionally mixed with a few dog barks.

The faint moonlight came in through the window, and the mottled spots on the wall were faintly visible.

"Ugh!"

The more Su Xian slept, the more awake he became. He gritted his teeth, turned over, and cursed, "This bed is made of steel. It hurts my back."

Su Xian was used to sleeping on soft mattresses, but when he first slept on a flat and hard wooden bed, Su Xian was not used to it.

He got up and put on his Confucian shirt and cloth shoes, glanced at the tattered quilt thrown on the ground, resisted the urge to pick it up, opened the door and went downstairs with an oil lamp.

He was going to ask a neighbor to borrow a quilt and put it on the bed board which was as hard as a steel plate.

In the process of going downstairs, more memories slowly emerged in Su Xian's mind, related to the current situation in the world:
"This is the Yingzhou of the 'Daliang Dynasty'. Across the 'Cangzhou' to the east is the Bohai Sea."

"South of the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River, there are three countries: Shu, Nanchu, and Nanchen... This is obviously not consistent with the dynasties in history!"

After going downstairs and placing the oil lamp on the old wooden table, Su Xian suddenly understood: "Oh, the trajectory of history has changed since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"According to the time track of official history, Wu Zhou should be the emperor now with Wu Zetian..."

"Wait a minute, the current emperor of Daliang is really a queen..."

"In the feudal era, there was no sense of security, but now I have trouble eating and sleeping!"

Open the door and come to the street.

Su Xian made up his mind: "I'll live in peace now that I'm here, let alone having a bunch of wives and concubines, and live a life without shame. But at least I have to ensure my personal safety. I don't want to be arrested for no reason." behead."

Leshou County in Yingzhou is a "middle county", but perhaps because it is located in the southeast corner of the city, Su Xian did not see anyone on the street.

He glanced at the gate of Liu Huixiang's house, then turned and walked to the other side.

At the same time, he thought to himself: "For now, let's not worry about so many things, let's find a way to solve the problem of food and clothing."

Bang bang bang!
Su Xian knocked on a neighbor's door and shouted: "Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, open the door."

"Who is it? This late at night..."

"Uncle Liu, I am Su Xian."

"Su...Su Xian? Oh, I'm sorry. I fell down and lame my leg just now. I can't get out of bed. I'm sorry..."

Su Xian knocked for a while, but no one answered in the room.

He scratched his head and knocked on the next neighbor's door: "Shopkeeper Luo, open the door. Student Su Xian has something to ask for."

"No one is in the house!" Shopkeeper Luo pinched his nose and shouted.

"I go!"

"Uncle Zhang, I have something to ask of you. Please open the door."

"Nephew Su Xian, you can go in peace of mind, I will burn paper for you... Bodhisattva bless you, Buddha bless you, Nephew Su Xian, go in peace of mind..."

Su Xian: "?"

He didn't believe in evil, so he knocked on all the neighbors, but no one responded, as if no one was in the house.

He dropped the sentence "People's hearts are not ancient" and returned to his dim and dilapidated home.

Lying on the wooden bed as hard as a steel plate again, Su Xian tried hard to adapt.

Adapt, adapt, adapt again...

"Damn it! I can't get used to it!"

He turned over and climbed up again, looking at the hard bed board with tears in his eyes.

At this time, he couldn't help thinking of the bed at Liu Huixiang's house, it was soft and fragrant, and the quilt was all embroidered with silk ribbons.

Although Liu Huixiang has a bad reputation, her tofu stall business is booming and she makes a lot of money. Compared to Su Xian's shabby bedroom, her living environment is simply heaven!
Just now Su Xian knocked on the doors of all the neighbors around him, except Liu Huixiang's.

After all, she is a widow who lives alone at home, so she is not easy to disturb.

But... Su Xian rubbed his sore back and shoulders and said with a wry smile: "My delicate back, what should I do to save you?"

After hesitating for a long time, Su Xian finally went downstairs again, opened the door, and sneaked to the door of Liu Huixiang's house.

Boom boom boom!
"Who is it?"

The female man with a waist as big as a bucket spoke softly and nervously.

Yes, there were two women living in this room, one of them was a stunningly beautiful widow, and it was late at night, so they couldn't help being careless.

"Sister Zhang, it's me, Su Xian." The female man's name is "Zhang Cuihua".

Footsteps were approaching, and soon, Zhang Cuihua's voice came through the door: "Mr. Su? What do you want to do this late at night?"

"I'm ashamed. I want to borrow a quilt. My bed board is too hard and makes it hard to sleep." Su Xian didn't go around.

There was silence behind the door for a while. Zhang Cuihua probably felt that this request was too abrupt.

Borrowing a quilt from a widow?
After a while, Zhang Cuihua said: "Wait", and the sound of footsteps walking away could be heard in the room.

After waiting for a while, the sound of footsteps in the room approached, the door latch was pulled open, only one of the two doors was opened, and Zhang Cuihua stepped out.

She was holding a quilt in one hand and a food box in the other.

Looking at Su Xian, he said: "My young lady agreed. It belongs to the neighbors. Needless to say, I will borrow this quilt. I will give it to Mr. Su."

Su Xian caught the soft quilt and was about to say thanks when Zhang Cuihua handed over the food box and said, "My lady knows you haven't eaten lunch or dinner, so you must be very hungry. Although these are leftovers, they are clean , I hope Mr. Su won’t dislike it.”

"Of course I won't dislike it, thank you Madam Liu, thank you Sister Zhang."

Su Xian was suffering from hunger. No matter what, it was good to have something to eat. He hugged the quilt and made a bow before taking the food box.

Su Xian, who had gained a lot, turned around and left. There was really no obstacle in his heart. Survival was the most important thing at the moment. All etiquette, justice and integrity were nonsense!And for the moment, only Doufu Xishi would pay attention to him... Hey, we are both from the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.

Before he had taken two steps, he found Zhang Cuihua following him carrying a large wooden bucket.

"Sister Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Oh, these are rancid tofu and cannot be sold. I proposed to throw them out."

"The tofu is sour..." A flash of lightning flashed in Su Xian's mind. If the tofu goes rancid, it means that it has been cooked too much. Instead of leaving it to go rancid, it is better to make it into another kind of delicacy. So he said happily: "Sister Zhang, listen. Did you say 'stinky tofu'?"

"Stinky tofu? I've never heard of tofu being stinky?" Zhang Cuihua shook her head.

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