Immortal of Book and Sword Chapter 27: There are so many ordinary folks

　　 Yangchun in March, how warm it is still cold.

　　 Although the sun is shining today, people on the streets still add an extra piece of clothing to avoid suffering from the wind and cold. The same is true for Chen Guhong.

　　 Today, he wore a double-layered Confucian shirt, thick trousers, and double-layered socks to protect himself tightly.

　　 is actually the care of my sister. Since he was born in the brain, his physique has grown stronger, and he has already survived all illnesses. Even if the October cold wind, he will not be cold when he walks alone.

　　It was a leisurely day after waking up. Chen Guhong did some articles first, and then read a book. After a little leisurely and boring, he planned to sleep well and pass the time.

　　 "The son is not afraid of being called a lazy pig when sleeping during the day." Yuanyuan teased while helping Chen Guhong unfold the bedding.

　　 gets along for a long time, she also knows Chen Guhong's free and easy personality, she is naughty at first, and her speech becomes smaller and smaller.

　　"Meimei is a happy game **** if she sleeps. You can see the traffickers, literati, officials and princes in the streets and alleys, but if there is a son, I can sleep when I want to sleep?"

　　 Chen Guhong stretched and sat on the bed said.

　　 Yuanyuan bent down and removed the shoes and socks for Chen Guhong. Then he tilted his head and said, "Think about it. The traffickers and pawns have to make a living. The literati are either busy with fame or fame. If the officials want to climb up, the princes also have troubles. Not as free and easy as the sons."

　　 "Haha." Chen Guhong laughed, quite contented. Then he opened the bedding, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and started to fall asleep.

　　 "It's great." Yuanyuan looked at Chen Guhong who was smiling, as if she had a good dream, and felt very comfortable. What's the harm in being with the person you like, even if it's rough tea and rice? The key is to get in touch with each other.

　　 After carefully examining Chen Guhong, Yuanyuan took the needle and thread, and sat on the edge of the bed to start her needlework.

　　 Embroidery can be sold for one thing, and secondly, it can be used to subsidize the household.

　　 "Papa Papa!"

　　 At this time, there was a soft knock on the door. And someone shouted: "Mr. Chen Guhong Ziyu is here?"

　　 "Huh!" Chen Guhong frowned, rolled over and didn't want to get up like a lazy pig.

　　 "But I just fell asleep." Yuanyuan reluctantly put down her needlework, she hated the knock on the door. But he got up and came to the door and opened the door.

　　 Outside the gate, stood a wealthy middle-aged man with a big belly and a dignified appearance. Both hands and index fingers are wearing agate gold rings, jewels, but wearing a Confucian shirt.

　　 There are two servants by his side.

　　Meeting Yuanyuan, the rich middle-aged man said, "Dare to ask Mr. Chen Ziyu if he can be there?"

　　 "I wonder what the distinguished guest wants to see our son?" Yuanyuan's attitude is neither humble nor overbearing, and has everyone's tolerance.

　　The rich middle-aged man was embarrassed when he heard the words, and seemed to be unspeakable. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Can you discuss with Mr. Ziyu in person?"

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 Yuanyuan nodded when she could not leave, then closed the door and returned to the bedroom.

　　 "My son, my son." Yuanyuan stretched out her bare hand, gently shook Chen Guhong's body, and called.

　　 "What's the matter?" Chen Guhong said with sleepy eyes.

　　 "Someone is looking for it." Yuanyuan said the matter again. Chen Guhong stood up helplessly and said: "The reputation is tiring, the ancients sincerely don't deceive me."

　　 During this period of time, Chen Guhong was very melancholy, because of this wave of guests coming to the door, he felt annoying.

　　 Then, under Yuanyuan's service, Chen Guhong put on clothes, shoes and socks, sat in the living room, and ordered Yuanyuan to call in the guests.

　　"But Mr. Chen Ziyu?" The wealthy middle-aged man walked in and bowed deeply when he saw Chen Guhong.

　　 "It's just a child born, so I don't dare to be a husband." Chen Guhong also got up and said politely, and then asked: "I don't know what is going on? What can I do if Chen Guhong is looking for me?"

　　"Mr., a native of Quyang County in Xia, he is called Zhu Zhengming. I admire Mr.'s talent. It also coincides with my father’s birthday. I would like to ask him to write a letter and write a birthday message."

　　Zhu Zhengming is full of respect.

　　 "This is a filial son." Chen Guhong tripled his impression of Zhu Zhengming, and immediately ordered Yuanyuan to take a pen and ink and mention a poem.

　　" Purple chrysanthemum newborn hibiscus pendant. The moon is good and the breeze is clear, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is gradually coming. Even more, the long sky is like water. The silver screen is displayed in the distant mountains and green. The world is ruined. The jade cup is full of drinks and dances. Nanchun wishes one thousand and one thousand years of life."

　　The pens are wonderful.

　　 Zhu Zhengming put his toes on his toes and watched Chen Guhong write the words. After the words were completed, he was overjoyed. Repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Thank you, Mr."

　　 Thanks again and again, and Zhu Zhengming left a dozen silver coins for the money, thanks and left.

　　 "It's only ten taels, really stingy." Yuanyuan weighed the silver in her hand and spit out her tongue.

　　 "It's already pretty good. For most talented scholars to write lyrics, the money is only a few pennies." Chen Guhong smiled and didn't care.

　　 Then Chen Guhong yawned and said with sleepy eyes: "However, although this man is a filial son, there are still many vulgar people in the world. Now we are not bad for money, let alone see."

　　 said, Chen Guhong waved his hand and wrote four characters on the paper.

　　"Preparing for the county test, thanking guests behind closed doors."

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　　 "Yes." Yuanyuan replied and took the paper out. Soon after, he turned back and said with a weird smile: "My son, someone is looking for it."

　　 "Don't you thank you behind closed doors?" Chen Guhong said a little annoyed.

　　 "The magistrate sent someone here." Yuanyuan concealed her mouth and said in amusement, with her eyebrows crooked.

　　 "Uh!" Chen Guhong was stunned, the parents really had to meet. Right now, Chen Guhong ordered Yuanyuan to prepare an umbrella and went out.

　　 Outside the door, there is a government officer waiting. I met Chen Guhong and said respectfully: "Mr. Chen."

　　 "I have work." Chen Guhong nodded.

　　 "You don't dare to be." The Ya Ya waved his hands again and again, nodding and bowing. But I really dare not be it. Don't think that Mr. Chen in front of me is just a small child, but he is a guest of the great master.

　　 A little wind can crush him to death.

　　 As the saying goes, the county official who beats iron, the county magistrate who runs water. The county magistrate changes every few years, but the yamen sit all year round.

　　 He has been in Yamen for more than ten years, but he has never seen a child like Chen Guhong.

　　 Every time I see Chen Guhong, a wish springs up in his heart. "My grandson is clever and smart, so I might as well send him to school, and he will grow up to be as dignified as Mr. Chen."

　　 Not to mention the expectations in the heart of the old Ya Ya, Chen Guhong and Ya Ya nodded, and then went out. On the road, there were children from Zakam playing around again, and they met Chen Guhong again and again.

　　 looks a lot more respectful than before, probably because of the neighbor’s parents.

　　 "The world is so tacky, and the poor little children, and there is more of this market." Chen Guhong smiled and nodded, but he sighed in his heart~ IndoMTL.com~ Welcome to IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to read, the latest, fastest and hottest The serialized works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.