Chapter 106: Mixed dragon

I told everyone that there is no night ban in the town of Hongcan. There is a square in the west of the town. The sparrows are small and full of everything, and there are all kinds of groceries. I learned that Chen Ping’s group of people had to purchase the items needed for study, and Cheng Chengsheng took the initiative to act as a guide, saying that it was possible to avoid a lot of troubles. At least those merchants did not dare to ask for price, and Chen Ping looked forward to a red candle town. A Liang, the fighting man nodded, saying that he was only familiar with the scenery on both sides of the river, and had never been to the city.
Looking forward to Aliang, two old men, will smile.
Nearly 100 large and small paintings in the water bay, every night will drive out of the water bay, enter the red candle town along the river, and return to the water bay after a circle. During this period, men will continue to board those paintings, both to get drunk and buy laugh.
In the town of Red Candle, the boat family of the Shuiswan Bay and the other women in the Qinglou Village, although they are all Datun, but the former has always been directly responsible for the management of the households in the Beijing City, and even the county magistrate who is a parent. Qualification will paint the identity of the woman, from good to good. Therefore, the Red Candle Town has been rumored that the ancestors of the five surnames in the Shishuiwan were the royal family and the sect of the Shenshui Dynasty.
Under the lead road of the snakes and snakes, Chen Pingan went to the market in the west of the town. The more he went west, the more the street was full of people, and he learned that the red candle town was under the water for more than two hundred miles. The town station can replenish, Chen Ping gave up some thoughts, did not buy too much rice, bacon and other foods, but in a pharmacy, added a lot of ointment medicine to cope with cold, heatstroke, falls and other small illnesses. When it came time to spend money, Chen Pingcai knew that it was similar to his home town. A whole silver ingot was a rarity, so the two ingots of snow and silver were converted into a large copper coin, Tianhua Yuanbao, because the hand is a product. The best silver, only a premium of up to two hundred dollars, which makes Chen Pingan very grateful to the blacksmith shop of the show girl.
Because there is a slap in the side, everything goes smoothly, in the county towns, I really don’t want to be an official, especially Cheng Sheng, who often deals with the giants and the brigades in the whole year. In the eyes, that is the big man with the eyes and eyes. Therefore, every one of Chen’s shops that they walked in, all of them shouted and yelled at Cheng Daren, and wished that the great man would be worshipped as a bodhisattva.
Along the way, Li Wei was very cautious, almost just dare to hide behind Aliang, probed the brain, and Aliang teased him to be small and courageous. Li Xiaogang pulled the door open to fight with Aliang for three hundred rounds. But when he cast a curious line of sight around him, Li Wei immediately pulled his head, and the illness was behind Aliang, and he was not happy with Aliang. A slap in the face of Li Wei’s head, the child dared to speak out, and he was very embarrassed.
Lin Shouyi is still a cold look that doesn't matter if he is hung up. It is estimated that the teenager is now walking on the Imperial City Road, which is also the virtue.
Only Li Bao bottle carrying her green bamboo box, the crab is like a rampant, leaning his head to his chest, I can't wait to bring a person on the side of the road and tell him that his little bookcase is made by Xiao Shishu. .
The city consists of two north-south streets. After visiting Guanshan Street, Chen Pingan will cross the alley and go to the next Guanshui Street. As a result, there is a business-stricken bookstore in the alley, leading the way. Cheng Sheng went straight ahead, but Chen Pingan stopped. After screaming, he laughed at Li Baobo three people: "One person can buy a book. No matter how expensive, as long as we buy Can afford."
The shop is very small, but the store door is only two feet wide. After entering, there are two rows of high book walls. Inside the shop, a young man wearing a black gown sits on a small bamboo chair and his legs. Keeping his eyes closed, holding a folded fan in his hand, gently tapping the palm of his hand and licking the little song.
The young shop owner has a handsome and feminine face, without the copper smell of the former merchants.
After the first sight of the girl Zhu Lu, she stunned, probably did not expect to encounter such a temperamental figure in the town square of the Red Candle Town.
After the shackles of the Qidun Mountain got rid of the bondage, they restored their sacred identity, and they changed from the white short-haired old man to become the noble son of Yushu Linfeng. In the girl’s heart, for Wei Wei, more is the unbearable image of the 邋. But the first impression of the son, the first impression, is really too clear.
Even Zhu He is suspicious, this person should not be the stalwart of the family? Compared to the two sons of the family, it is not bad.
Young people are not blinking, lazy: "The books in the store, no bargain, return to buy or earn a loss, thanks to the eyes of your guests."
Qi Chengsheng and Zhu He whispered: "This shop is famous in our red candle town. Most of the readers who pass through this place like to come here once, but the owner is eccentric, and the books sold are all higher than The market price, and who dares to open the counter-offer, he dares to swear on the spot, the temperament is high, not rude, there was once a micro-service privately-respected official, staying in the pillow of the villain, the master will be in the middle A solitary price of three hundred and two silver, but the counter-offer fifty-two silver, it was driven out of the shop, half a face does not stay, so angry that the official returned to the station did not eliminate the fire, almost let the county After sealing this small shop, it is estimated that it is not good to hear the reputation, so that the shop has escaped."
Zhu He’s heart is clear, and it’s a kind of ruin that is not worthy of the world. It’s the kind of person who likes to ridicule himself. He calls it the usual sleeves and talks about the heart. The second son also laughed and couldn't say two hundred years, so we will do the same.
Therefore, Zhu He has always had a poor perception of the outside scholars.
After passing through this winding road in the Red Candle Town, one of the three main winding roads leading to the capital in the southern border of Datun, Xiaoshang Xiaogui’s merchant Jia Shizhen, if it is a big town in the north of Daxie Capital, choose this road because Although the other two roads are more spacious, almost every station along the way is crowded. There are not enough government offices and military fire cards. Don’t say that you don’t want to go in, you don’t want to go in. The officials were so arrogant that they lost their faces.
The southern scholars who went to Beijing to test the exams, because they have not yet had a government body, prefer to choose this road, often accompanied by threes and threes, which can be taken care of each other, beautiful scenery along the way, and can also explore the visit together.
The officials in southern Fujian are unhappy, and they like to write poems on the walls of the station and the hostel. They also like to take this road down the south. One to two, the pillows in the Red Candle Town were filled with poems written by literati.
Li Baobao looked up at his head and looked for a book. Here, he glanced at it and looked at it. He looked at his mood and occasionally took out a book. He flipped a few pages and put it back when he was not interested. The girl finally found a landscape tour, price three. Baiwen money, some distressed, but really like it, then turned to look at the little teacher, Chen Pingan nodded with a smile.
Lin Shouyi’s line of sight slowly passed over the book wall, orderly, from right to left, from top to bottom. Every time a book is read, it must have been started from the title page. The teenager finally looked at a Feng Shui book that did not write the author, and the price was four hundred yuan. Lin Shouyi looked to Chen Pingan, who still nodded.
After Li Hao arrived at the store, he finally lost the noise on the street and immediately restored his inferior nature. He was almost the same as the wild horse. He was the youngest and the shortest, and he sat on the shoulders of Aliang to pick the book. Aliang agreed. However, he threatened that if Li Wei did not pick a book, he would leave him on the street when he left the shop. As a result, Li Wei smacked a new book at the top of the scalp, priced at 192 yuan. When he looked at the price, he was scared that Li sneaked and sneaked away the books, but he was so busy that the book was not successfully stuffed. Back to the bookshelf, but fell to the ground.
The young shopkeeper who tapped the folding fan opened his eyes and looked at the book that fell on the ground. He didn’t have the air: "Buy away from the hand, a new version of "Water Breaking Cliff", $92."
Li Wei didn't dare to talk back to strangers. He had to cry and face, and carefully looked at Chen Pingan. The latter asked: "Will you buy it?"
Li Wei nodded hard.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded. "Then I bought it."
Aliang asked: "Chen Ping, you don't buy one yourself?"
Chen Ping, who is saving money, hurriedly shook his head: "I haven't recognized my words yet, what to buy books."
Zhu He turned to his daughter and asked, "Is there a book I want?"
Zhu Lu always stood at the door of the store and did not move. He glanced at the wall of the book and shook his head.
The young shopkeeper who was preparing to collect the money stood up, an ebony scorpion beamed, holding a fan-shaped white fan, and passed the red-cotton girl and the cold boy. He finally looked at the child who was holding the "Water Break" and laughed. Interesting.
A Liang grinned.
After leaving the bookstore and heading for Guanshui Street, Zhuhe’s heart moved and looked back. He found that the handsome young man leaned against the doorpost and was watching them leave. After seeing Zhuhe, the man smiled and nodded. Greetings.
Zhuhe turned his head and frowned. After out of the alley, he quickly walked to the side of the fighting man. "Aliang's predecessor, is the owner of the bookstore strange?"
A Liang helped the fighting, and said the strange words of the real thing. "Compared to this guy, the real trouble is still behind, but it doesn't matter to you."

The rushing river is the most rushing, with many reefs and shoals, and there are strange scenes screaming in the wild. One section of the river, the large and small stone pillars are prominent in the water surface, and it is known as the spring bamboo shoots. Only one leaf boat can travel through the gap between the stones, and the big ship is difficult to cross, even on the river. A boatman who grows up and is familiar with water is not afraid to take a boat. Unless he is a literati who is attracted by his talents, he will travel if he spends a lot of money. Therefore, there is a white paper boat, Tie Yigong, who said that every year there will be a boatman and a foreigner who will die in the Shilin Waterway.
It’s just the Chongjiang River in the twilight tonight, a lot of tourists.
The raging river water hits a column of water and stone. A man with a bare chest and a belly sits on the top of a stone pillar and gently throws an empty jug into the river. There are also three unopened jugs.
In the distance, there is a red light getting closer and closer. It turns out that there are old people carrying a red lantern, taking the stone pillar as the wading step, taking some water and plunging it.
Suddenly, a majestic figure descended from the sky, stepping on the top of a stone pillar, the rock under his feet was overwhelmed, and instantly turned into powder, he stood in the river like that.
Among the rivers, there is a woman in the middle of the river who rushes upwards and walks in a leisurely stance. She is three feet above her head, suspended with snow-white beads of the size of her fists, and she shines brightly, and the bottom of the river shines like white.
The woman was lazy and bored: "There was more than a hundred miles of water, and half of the treasures couldn't be stunned. Who told me that there is a flower head under the river?"
The drinking man sitting at the top of the stone column looked at the bottom of the water and said indifferently: "The grown-up is already in the red candle town."
The old man shook the bright red lanterns, and his voice snorted and laughed: "Is the adult actually going out? What else do we need to do? What do you do on the bench?"
The man drank his drink and said: "I hope so."