Back Off, Let Me Come

Ayan grabbed a heavy gold ingot out of curiosity.

The gold ingots are of such high quality that they cannot be held in one hand.

He had never seen such a thing.

Look at the teacher with doubtful and curious eyes.

The old man showed a faint smile and curled his lips: "This 'senior brother' of yours really regards our master and apprentice as poor relatives who come to enjoy the autumn breeze. After serving the meal, he brought such a plate of food, which made it clear that he wanted us both to get out of here. Hmph, it's fresh."

Everyone knows what is going on in Sibao County.

He is really comfortable as a county guard. He can get two hundred taels of gold at a time. He really regards money as dirt!

Ayan said: "Senior brother, it's very good."

He ate a lot of delicious food today.

The old man was angry and funny. He poked his forehead with his finger and asked, "In your opinion, whoever gives you food is a good person?"

Ayan chewed these words in his heart twice.

After a long moment, he nodded firmly: "Yes."

After a while, he added another sentence.

"But the teacher is the best."

The teacher would not only cook him food, but also teach him many things. Although he didn't know what the use of learning these things was, for him, it was a rare pleasure in his boring daily life.

"Well, the teacher knows."

He let out a heavy breath.

Although he heard Ayan say this often, he felt warm in his heart every time, and his unhappy mood improved a lot.

It's funny to say that he had a smooth official career throughout his life and had countless disciples and former officials. How many people call themselves his disciples and respect him as their leader and teacher? In the end, he ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

He never dreamed that he would be "sent off" like this.

Should he be relieved that this student Xiaocheng still has "some conscience"? At least he took his reputation into consideration and was willing to pay people with silver instead of handing over his master and apprentice to Zheng Qiao for credit.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but shake his head and sigh——

In the past, he was tipped off and added insult to injury, but now he is treated generously, treated as a "guest of honor", and is even willing to spend money and money.

Ayan was keenly aware of the old man's complicated mood at this time.

He didn't know how to comfort him, so he just clumsily held the teacher's big palm covered with age lines with his small hands and looked at him with eyes full of admiration. The old man pinched Ayan's little face and laughed to himself: "Whether it is the world of mortals or the cunning officialdom, there are always more icings on the cake and less help in times of trouble. It is normal to have a red top and a white top...I am now a down and out old man. ..."

Facing Ayan's doubtful eyes, he said: "Ayan is still young now, and you will know when you grow up. However, in your case, it is better to live in seclusion with your teacher. The world outside is not suitable for you, you If you enter the world, you will be skinned and torn apart."

Skinned and boned?

There was a hint of fear in Ayan's eyes.

He buried his head in the old man's knees and said in a low voice: "Don't skin and remove the bones, teacher, Ayan doesn't want to be eaten..."

"Okay, okay, Ayan is so cute, I won't eat it if you don't want to eat it." The old man laughed out loud at Ayan's childlike words and said, "Although the old man doesn't have a good life for a few years, there is still no problem in raising you. From now on. If anyone wants to eat you, punch him or kick him back."

Ayan said: "Fight back?"

"Yes, no matter who it is, hit him!"

Ayan listened carefully, as if he wanted to remember these words deep in his mind, and followed it like an imperial decree: "Well, fight back! Beat him!"

As the master and apprentice were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, the wine is here."

Old man: "Wine?"

Servant: "Yes, the master ordered me to buy it."

In order to establish a relationship with the old man, the county magistrate made great efforts to find out the old man's preferences, hoping that he could be like him and make his presence felt in front of the old man, so that he might be promoted in the officialdom in the future. Even if it doesn't work out, it's still good to leave a good impression.

Because of his humility, diligence, pragmatism and ability, the county governor received a lot of benefits from the old man and received a lot of care secretly, which made his first entry into officialdom less embarrassing.

I remember it for many years.

But today is different.

He specifically ordered his servants not to buy good wine - the master is smart, what kind of good wine has his tongue never tasted? Just a taste of ordinary cheap wine and the host should know his attitude.

But he didn't know that the old man gave up drinking after raising Ayan.

The old man was about to refuse, but Ayan looked at the round-bellied wine jars with bright eyes and said: "Teacher, sugar."

"It's not sugar, it's wine."

Ayan was stubborn: "It's candy."

Old man: "It's wine."

Ayan lowered his head: "I want to eat."

Old man: "..."

He asked his servants to bring the wine jar in, and opened the red cloth wine stopper. The rich, refreshing and overbearing aroma of the wine assaulted his nostrils, and it seemed that even his clothes were stained by the smell. The old man was slightly surprised. Based on his understanding of the disciple, the wine sent was either bland or of poor quality, and ordinary people could buy it for a few taels for a few cents.

But this is obviously a rare wine.

The smell alone brought back the alcohol addiction he had been recovering from for many years.

The old man looked at Ayan and then at the wine jar.

A dilemma.

Ayan pointed to the wine jar: "It's sugar."

The old man was funny: "You said it was sugar, so let you try it."

Ayan's eyes lit up: "Okay."

He said he wanted to taste it, so he dipped some of it with his chopsticks.

Ayan opened his mouth and moaned, then took a sip, and his face was immediately wrinkled by the heat, his eyes were bright red, and he stuck out his tongue awkwardly.

The old man laughed.

"Wine is such a good thing, drink it when you grow up."

The old man was not polite about the good wine that his cheap disciple brought to his door. He filled it up directly and drank two bowls in one go. He also sighed: "Your senior brother is good at everything, but his character is not the best. Jiji Yingying has climbed this far, and I don't know how many people have been killed by means. I wanted to remind him to be careful about your senior brother, but they regard us as masters and disciples." It’s not good to just sit there and wait for a savage beast..."

If you step on something to get up, don't blame it for being knocked down.

Ayan looked at the wine jar as if he were looking at a savage beast.

I was confused when I heard the teacher's words.

He didn't quite understand what the teacher said.

Old man: "After drinking this, let's leave."

"Senior brother? Senior brother?"

How come there are two senior brothers?

The old man looked accustomed to it.

"There are so many old officials who are my disciples. Although we have broad friendships, we can say that all of them are your senior brothers. Is it rare to have two senior brothers in Xiaocheng? I just didn't expect it... I didn't expect it..."

Qi Shan had an old grudge with Lao Huang, the governor of Xiaocheng County. They caused quite a big fuss in a small area back then, and the old man also knew the inside story. When he entered Xiaocheng, he subconsciously opened up the way of being a scribe and found that Qi Shan was nearby, so he knew that the cheap county guard disciple was going to be in trouble.

The old man said: "Your senior brother named Qi likes to make plans and then act. If he dares to appear on the enemy's territory, it means that he is sure that he will hit the target with one strike and avenge his shame..."

Ayan listened with a blank expression.

"Stay away from them." The old man smiled and murmured as he recalled some past events, "You are not a kind person, how can we make friends with you?"

Ayan: "Huh?"

Still confused.

At the same time, Qishan and Gu Chi also had a clear breakup. The atmosphere was not as tense as before, and the tension was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Instead, it was a bit more relaxed and comfortable as old friends reunited.

Seeing that Qishan accepted it well, Gu Chi frowned inwardly.

Qishan seemed to be able to read minds better than him: "Are you curious now about why I'm not afraid of your scribe's ways?"

Gu Chi said: "A little bit."

Qi Shan: "Because I have seen something more terrifying."

After taking the medicine, I drank a cup of hot water, hoping that my tonsils would return to normal tomorrow.