The ultimate rebirth of the abandoned woman

Chapter 170 The Peach Blossom Blooms ([-])

Anshanfang.

On the slopes of the eastern forest, Hou Wuliang was wearing a dark brown burlap shirt, holding a small silver piccolo in his mouth, and while he was blowing, he led a group of dogs and lynxes with different coat colors down the mountain.

At this time, the sky was still early, and the farmhouses and villages not far away were shrouded in a pitch-black mist, with only a little light showing on the edge of the eastern sky.

Hou Wuliang knew that in another quarter of an hour, the morning sun would rise, and the dawn drum would also sound.

"Wang Wang..."

The little animals following Hou Wuliang were not very old, about four or five months old.

These were all domesticated by Hou Wuliang before the winter of last year. When he first brought them, these little guys were just full moon.

Now, although they are not big in size, they are not small in spirit, and they are all alive and kicking forward following the sound of Hou Wuliang's flute.

Hehe, I heard from San Niangzi that she also got up to train the dog at Cui's house at this time.

After descending the hillside, Hou Wuliang spit out the little piccolo and carefully held it in his hand - this thing was originally a pair, and in the first month of this year, when he and the third lady went to pay New Year's greetings to the princess, the princess specially rewarded them Yes, it is said that it was made by the royal craftsman who will be the prison. Needless to say the craftsmanship, the most wonderful thing is that the two piccolos are separate small piccolos, but when combined they are an extremely exquisite silver flute. patterns can be connected.

At that time Hou Wuliang liked the piccolo not to mention how much he didn't discuss it with the third lady, so he thanked the daughter of the princess for the reward, and happily picked up the little piccolo that was said to be the 'Yangdi'.What the third lady is holding is the 'Yin Flute'... Hee hee, they are a couple.

Thinking of the rare and shy appearance of the third lady, Hou Wuliang's face was covered with a smirk that he didn't know. Although when he said "a couple", the third lady pinched his arm hard, but , that kind of heartfelt joy and sweetness made him unable to forget after more than a month.

"Hey, isn't this Hou Erlang? Why don't you go to the ridge of the field and giggle when you're not at home early in the morning?"

Hou Wuliang was thinking about how to work hard, how to marry the third lady home as soon as possible, when suddenly a familiar voice of a male duck came from his ear.

Reaching out to wipe off the water stains around his mouth, Hou Wuliang turned his head to look, "Huh? Qian Chuanzi, why is it you?"

Then, Hou Wuliang subconsciously looked up at the sun, that's right, it's early in the morning, not noon, how could an idler like Qian Chuanzi wake up so early for no reason? !
You know, even with a curfew, these people can still play until midnight.

Because the curfew only prohibits activities in the workshop, it does not force small actions in the workshop.

Just be careful, don't let Marquis Wu, who is patrolling the streets, find that having fun in the taverns in the square is a common occurrence for these people who spend their days on the streets.

And the Qian Bin in front of him, that is, the Qian Chuanzi in Hou Wuliang's mouth, after Zhang San, the new leader of idlers in several nearby workshops, leading a group of idle bastards every day, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, Doing evil, singing and singing every night at night, and never seeing anyone until noon the next day.

Today is... very abnormal!

Thinking of this, Hou Wuliang raised his vigilance subconsciously, looked at Qian Bing warily with his eyes, and deliberately laughed and scolded in a frivolous tone: "Why, didn't you sleepwalk in the middle of your sleep, kid?!"

"You fucking don't release P, I'm going to get down to business."

Qian Bing was tall and muscular, wearing a dark blue glossy silk dress on his body, he didn't have the expected elegant temperament, but felt somewhat nondescript.

He didn't seem to like this high-end fabric either, so he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his tendon-covered arms.

If you look carefully, you will also find that each of his arms is tattooed with a line of words, "Life is not afraid of Jingzhao Mansion" tattooed on his left arm, and "Death is not afraid of King Yama" is tattooed on his right arm.

Well, just like Zhang San who was sent to death by Xiao Nan, this money is not a hob.

Hou Wuliang turned his eyes away in disgust, he didn't want to see the tattoo on Qian Bing's arm, it's not that he hated Qian Bing, but he didn't want to see anything related to tattoos, after all, it was a proof that he had made a mistake.

Qian didn't care. Although he succeeded Zhang San as the boss of several nearby workshops, he was not as vile and shameless as Zhang San, and he acted quite chivalrously.

If Zhang San is a rotten gangster from the bottom of his heart, then Qian Bing's heart is not so bad, he just wants to make a living and protect his family.

However, the method needs to be improved.

Hou Wuliang also understood this, so he could chat with Qian Bing so calmly, "Come on, you still have business? But, hey, I said Qian Chuanzi, what kind of dress are you wearing?"

In this era, there are rules for what kind of clothes a person wears, what kind of house they live in, and what kind of accessories they wear.

For example, civilians can only wear white, soap, and brown clothes, and the cloth can only be linen and coarse cloth.

And this guy in front of him is clearly overstepping the limit.

What's more, he wears such good clothes and materials, and he doesn't have the temperament of a dignified person. On the contrary, er, what is that sentence called, oh, by the way, he is not a prince when he wears a dragon robe.

Qian Bing shook off the rolled up sleeves with some pride, stroked the folds on them, and said with a smile: "Didn't I just say that, I want to do business, so naturally I need a decent outfit."

Hou Wuliang frowned, and asked worriedly: "Qian Chuanzi, you, you don't want to go to Beisanqu in Pingkangfang, do you?!" Otherwise, what would you do with five people and six people in clothes?

Qian Bin spat and scolded with a smile: "Let P go again, I'm going to the imperial city. You guys know the 'Jinshi Corps', right? Friendship, now that I am promising, I specially gave me a business."

The Jinshi Corps is a non-governmental organization that has sprung up with the popularity of imperial examinations in recent years.

As the name suggests, the Jinshi Group mainly serves the "Jinshi and the first" grooms, such as reading and listening to the list, welcoming new Jinshi, clearing the way for new Jinshi, and helping new Jinshi organize the banquet after the spring list, etc.

However, all these services are subject to a fee.

The capital city was originally filled with rice pearls and laurel, and the fees charged by the Scholars Group were not low. Many new Scholars who didn't know the benefits were often persuaded to hire the Jinshi Group. The excitement was lively, but after the excitement, it was almost bankrupt.

The Jinshi regiment charges high fees, and disputes are easy to arise, which requires a large number of 'thugs'.

In Chang'an, what else is more suitable for being a "thug" and a "labourer" than an idler in the market.

As a former idler, Hou Wuliang knew the truth of it, and after hearing this, he relaxed his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, this is a good business."

At least it is much more elegant than fighting directly.

The two people were talking, and the thick drum sounded.

Qian Bing heard the movement, hurriedly adjusted his clothes, and said goodbye in a hurry, "It's getting late, I'll go to work first, and I'll come back to have a drink with you after we make a lot of money."

Before the voice fell, the person had already run more than ten meters away. Seeing this, Hou Wuliang smiled and shook his head involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered another thing, "Huh? When I went to see San Niangzi last time, San Niangzi said that Mr. Balang also participated in this year's Chunwei, and the list will be announced today, so isn't that..."

Thinking of this, Hou Wuliang also hastily brought a group of dogs and lynx back to the house, changed into clean clothes, left a note for his elder brother, and rode out of the workshop on the old horse of the farm, heading for Zhuque Street.

Outside the imperial city gate.

The thin mist has not yet dissipated, and a group of people have gathered outside the city gate. They all stretched their necks and looked towards the gate of the city. Their expressions were either nervous, excited, or faintly expectant. No need to ask, these are just for viewing The child or servant of the child.

There are more than a dozen young and strong men in brown linen clothes at the gate. Compared with those with different expressions, their expressions are much calmer. They all hold their arms and pinch their waists, occupying the best position at the gate of the city. .

The rising sun gradually rose, and more and more people were waiting outside the city gate.

When the city gate rang, the outside of the city gate was already full of people on the inner and outer floors.

The end door was wide open, and several minor officials came out holding the spring list, followed by an older official standing in front of them.

"Sing the chart, don't squeeze, don't fucking squeeze, sing the chart!"

The dozen or so strong men guarding the door opened their arms very familiar with the process, and assisted the small officials who posted the list to drive away the crowd and clear the open space in front of the wall where the list was posted.

Hearing the sound, the crowd suddenly became agitated, everyone yelled and stabbed in, and the scene became a little out of control for a while.

However, the dozen or so strong men were not given for nothing. They stretched their arms and lined up a wall with their strong bodies, trying to block the surging crowd.

The older officials didn't care how noisy the scene was, they just unfolded the scroll in their hands with a straight face, and called out their names loudly.

And the other little officials were not idle either. Two of them carried the spring placard, and one carried the paste to paint the wall. Stick it on the wall.

The people outside couldn't hear the sound of singing the billboard, so they could only dig their heads in.

The people in the inner circle listened with pricked ears, and when they finally heard the names of themselves or their acquaintances, they shouted excitedly: "Haha, you've passed, some/XX Jinshi has passed!"

The people outside became even more anxious, squeezing in even harder.

And Hou Zai's members of the Jinshi regiment heard that someone was "admitted", they rushed in, found out the "new Jinshi", and enthusiastically "served" the new Jinshi.

After a while, on Suzaku Street, there was a burst of gongs and drums, as well as rough shouts driving away pedestrians wantonly: "Avoid the bridegroom!"

This is a Jinshi who went to see and listen to the list in person.

Of course, there is also the practice of pretending to be X, acting calm, and listening to the news at home.

For example, the two candidates from the Cui family.

Liu Han and Cui Youbo were sitting opposite each other in the outer study room. Between them was not a desk, but a chess game, more precisely a backgammon game.

In layman's terms, these two guys are gambling.

Cui Youbo picked up the dice, rolled a three point casually, and then cheerfully moved the last piece to the opposite side, "Brother Junzhi, you lost!"

PS: Alas, the physique of a certain Sa is really weak. Yesterday, I went to get anti-inflammatory injections as usual, and I almost fainted. After finally "floating" back home, I was "surprised" to find that my eyes are full of gold,~~~~(>_ <)~~~~
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