win the hairpin

Chapter 173
Song Huiyue ate and drank at home, and had a good night's sleep. The next morning, she ate a solid steamed bun with pork and scallions, and drank a bowl of tofu to relieve the tiredness. Then she took Yin Xiao and went out to buy Things to hang during the Chinese New Year.

This matter was also Song Qinghui's favorite in previous years.

Caomen Street is crowded and crowded, buyers and sellers have become dough, which can be stretched and stretched in the gaps, willow branch sellers carry a basket of willow branches on their backs, and the willow branches scrape the clothes of the little ladies, It was full of complaints.

Song Huiyue bought two bundles of willow branches, and went to look at the peach wood board, which was engraved with the four characters "Shun Tian Xing Hua".

The stall owner claimed that the rubbings were the handwriting of Mr. Zhang, who was specially asked to mention it in the Jade Hall of Yanfu Palace. A servant stole it out and sold it to the bookstore. Later, more and more were printed, and now it is in the capital. The peach wood boards are almost all written by Mr. Zhang.

Song Huiyue took a closer look, and saw that these four characters had a strong backbone, strong pen force, and a great beauty of sparseness, which was really impossible for ordinary people to write.

She bought a piece, walked to the side of the street, saw that there was no one at the book stand, so she walked over and asked him to copy the four characters.

Qing Jiuyang looked at these four characters for a while, and finally said: "Madam, do you want to learn the characters of Master Zhang?"

Song Huiyue said: "You don't need to learn it, just want to read it well and see it badly, and keep it in your heart. Don't forget his handwriting if you see it."

"Why don't I take these four characters apart, horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, the lady will take it back to study, and after getting familiar with it, you can naturally form other characters."

"it is good."

Qing Jiuyang accepted the peach wood board: "There are too many people, I will do it after I return to the palace, and I will ask Xiao Du to come and send it to you when it is done."

Song Huiyue nodded, and was about to leave when two litigants came over aggressively, one tall and one short, walking and wrestling all the way, the two of them were about to twist into a hemp flower, and they were inseparable.

Seeing litigants, the good-for-nothings didn't even buy anything, and came to watch the fun with big bags and small bags.

It's funny to ask why.

It turns out that today Xie Zhou's article has been published in the "Scratch Newspaper". Everyone knows that although this newspaper loves to talk nonsense, it is often not a matter of duckweed without roots. There are always traces to be found. This Mr. Ge As soon as he appeared on the stage, everyone was disgusted and wanted to know who this unlucky guy was.

In addition, the government will open the cabinet shop next year, and you can close it at will. Some people take off their pants as a bet, and those who lose take off their pants in public to prove that they are not Master Ge.

And the reason why these two people got into a lawsuit at the book stand was because the tall gambler had to take off his pants after winning, and the loser had no experience in taking off his pants in public, so he was coy and unwilling to act. The tall man stepped forward to help - holding a stool to threaten the loser to take off.

Back and forth, fights broke out for some reason, the short man was really unlucky, he bought a bundle of wicker and passed by, someone accidentally injured him, and pulled his pants down.

Everyone saw that he was a man with eggs, but Que'er was too small.

The little man also grew up under the care of his mother. He has always been very decent. He never thought that he would encounter such an embarrassing scene.

Hearing everyone's laughter again, he thought that he would no longer look good to others, especially the wife at home, if he got this opportunity, he would definitely run away, so he would die together if he twisted the instigator.

The tall man didn't want to accompany this little chicken to die, and was attacked by the little chicken's foul language. Seeing that things were getting worse and worse, he could only come here and ask Qing Jiuyang to mediate one or two.

Qing Jiuyang sighed silently, and secretly cursed Xie Zhou.

A shabby tabloid has caused so many troubles, and it has stirred up a mess in the capital. It is really a real black sheep, a stick of shit.

Song Huiyue is a little lady, and it is inconvenient to listen to things like birds and eggs here, so she and Yin Xiao went to the tea house, and bought two new sets of peach charms along the way.

The tea house is very lively, the first floor is already dominated by tabloids, you guys can order a cup of tea and hold a tabloid in your hand, and you can point out the world and see through the world.

Holding tea in one hand and reading the newspaper in the other, they clicked their tongues twice: "Wang Kuang was actually hanged in prison, that's right, it's such a big deal in the factory, maybe he will be hacked into pieces, so it's better to hang himself. "

Another person said: "The magistrate seems to be dead too. Zezhou is a rotten place. There is also the Shuaisi in Zezhou. I heard that he is a guy who wants money. He had a big case in Kyoto back then, and he continued to Be an official."

"This is to kill King Jin, these people are just scapegoats."

"Kill the King of Jin? What can the King of Jin do to kill him? I'm alone. How can the court get a word in?"

People in Kyoto love to criticize the government, and they seem to be in and out under the beds of major officials all year round, knowing all kinds of secrets.

And each of them is very talented, not only able to judge the court situation, but also to maneuver in the court hall during the conversation, and make suggestions for Zhang Xiangye.

However, all of them are underappreciated for their talents, and they have not yet shown their faces in front of Mr. Zhang.

Song Huiyue didn't dare to brag like that. Seeing three peasant women from Zezhou serving tea and pouring water to wipe the table, she went up to the second floor with ease.

It was still early at this time, before the bustling time on the second floor, the prostitutes were still sleeping soundly, the lamp oil was burned out, the chairs were overturned and placed on the table, it was the scene of the end of the bustling scene.

Across the second floor is the ladder leading directly to the gambling room, and near the corner of the ladder is the Jichu Pavilion where she often sits and eats.

Standing at the door, she heard Tie Zhenshan chatting with others in a rough voice.

"Damn it's still in the capital. If you don't talk about robbery, you'll be robbery. If you sleep, you'll sleep with your mother. No matter how lawless we are in the valley, we don't have as much fun as here!"

Tie Zhenshan's old friend spoke softly: "I think you want to sleep with King Jin, you are so daring."

"You are not lustful, the person who went whoring for nothing last night was a dog."

"I didn't go whoring. I took off my clothes and showed my embroidered clothes. It would be good if I confiscated her money for seeing the embroidered clothes."

"Put your mother's shit on!"

"Amitabha, the vulgar words are unbearable. The Buddha's magic power is boundless, and he will make your tongue sore soon."

"Donkey, don't scare me. The Buddha doesn't even care about the life and death of the people in the world, so why the hell does he care about what we say?"

"There is a certain truth in what Iron Master said."

Song Huiyue was listening to the witty words in it, Liu Qin walked over gently, and said in a low voice, "Madam, sit here."

"A friend of Iron Lady?" Song Huiyue followed.

"Yes, they all came to the capital to celebrate the New Year," Liu Qin said while walking, "One is called Tong Peng, the other is called Bai Yu, and the other is Toutuo. They wear dung-sweeping clothes. They are called Tianxin. They don't taboo on meat or wine."

The two walked a few steps, and suddenly someone came up from downstairs.

The visitor was a sneaky man, wearing a veiled cap and a soap-colored cloak, dressed like a thief in broad daylight, tiptoeing around, hiding his head and tail.

(End of this chapter)