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Text Chapter 17 The Door of Convenience

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    Waking up early in the morning, Wang Xihua stood on the street at the entrance of Goulan, and saw that his eye sockets were a little sunken, and the little energy that had just recovered yesterday was exhausted this night.  In his eye sockets, a pair of shining eyes looked around, standing beside him was Tong Yongkun, the magistrate.

    "Xihua, what's the matter with you? Why do you still have such a good look when you come out overnight?" Tong Yongkun's spirit was a little worse than Wang Xihua's after staying here for the same night. He only felt as if he was stepping on cotton.  He was generally light and light, and his body was weak when he walked. Two big dark circles hung around his eyes, and endless tiredness filled his mind.

    "Haha, Mr. Tong didn't seem to have a rest last night, okay? I fell asleep when the drums rang at the third watch on the upper floor last night. To be honest with Mr. Tong, I was tired from arguing with my father during the day yesterday.  As a result, my mental head is a bit weak, and I have rested for a while last night, and now it is still okay." Wang Xihua said with a smile.

    "So that's the case, you're really serious, don't quarrel with Uncle Wang if you have nothing to do, how can you say that you are also a junior, he is so old, what else can be difficult, a man should lift the three-foot green peak and use the knife  The sea of ??fire below the mountain has been cleared and the danger is dangerous, and we will carry on the past and open up the future, how can we be haunted by trivial things?" Tong Yongkun tried his best to straighten himself up, and finally he didn't say this sentence so weakly.

    "Oh, Mr. Tong, don't make fun of me. Let's leave it to you people who have a beautiful world in their stomachs. People like me, who are used to being unrestrained, are about to take this as their own.  , how can there be extra effort to carry on the past and forge ahead, haha."

    "Oh, it's true. Xihua is a carefree person. We officials and officials can't understand the bondage. Forget it, let's just say goodbye. After listening to the music all night, the depression in my heart is also gone.  It¡¯s passed, and I¡¯m a little tired, I¡¯ll go back to the house to rest, and you¡¯ll go back early, I didn¡¯t tell Uncle Wang when I came out yesterday, maybe he¡¯s already worried about it.¡±

    "Okay, Mr. Tong, go slowly." Wang Xihuagong sent Tong Yongkun away, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He and his father said that yesterday, and he must have not had a good rest last night. We will wait for next year to see if we can harvest a few  Brother and sister.

    Seeing the back of Tong Yongkun going away, Wang Xihua began to think about the story that happened with Tong Yongkun last night.

    Blowing and playing tunes to his ears, Tong Yongkun closed his eyes and listened at first, he can always hear the right and wrong of the chords of the melody, the melody is melodious, and he was about to fall asleep vaguely, but after a while  The fluster of a luthier girl broke the strings, and Dong Yongkun's brows furrowed from then on, and it didn't ease up that night. When people are going to be unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth. This should be true of him  It was true. When he got up to check the girl's hands, he accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table with his undressed sleeves, and the tea spilled all over his body. Wang Xihua asked him if he wanted to go back to the house and change his clothes before coming back.  , but was firmly rejected by Tong Yongkun. He walked to the place where the strings were broken, and after helping the luthier to change the strings, he continued to sit there and listen to the music.

    However, Wang Xihua's heart seems to be scratching at his heart. He is always trying to do things other than listening to the song and the sentence. How can he listen to the song, but Tong Yongkun is sitting here, and he can't do it himself.  For other things, he had to stay with him. It wasn't until the time of Xuhai that he said that he was a little tired and wanted to find a place to rest. Wang Xihua's heart, which had been uncontrollable for a long time, suddenly became ecstatic.  Tong Yongkun stumbled and tripped on the stairs several times, but he didn't let anyone help him. He only said to find a lovely person to accompany him, and he didn't want anything else. After Wang Xihua sent Tong Yongkun off, he chose a few by himself.  Also entered the room to rest.

    After looking forward to the events for most of the night, when they suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Wang Xihua was suddenly a little discouraged. The charming figure in front of him made him uninterested. It was not because they were not good-looking or their voices were not sweet enough.  However, he just couldn't get interested, and he occupied the small quilt by himself, no matter how the other girls teased him, he refused to open it.

    How can the same flowers compare with a sudden hot pomegranate?  He had already made up his mind who he was going to find. He woke up relatively early today, and there were not many people on the road, so he felt a little hungry before he knew it. He walked slowly, walking towards the morning market step by step.  go.

    Usually, there are not many people eating at Chunniang's booth. Don't look at her coquettish appearance, but her mouth is full of cursing. Few people in Jinyang City can confront her. Chunniang has a temper.  Big, whether it's a businessman or a diner, as long as she is angry with what the place does, no matter what, Chunniang will always swear at that person, which also leads to??I said it, you are mine now, anyone who dares to bully you will have trouble with me, Wang Xihua, and I will beat him until he doesn't even know his own mother!  "

    "Well, no matter what, Song Heming is also my husband. Although his ability to make money is not good, he still has a few catties and a few taels of ink in his stomach. I heard that Xie Wenyuan from Xie's family came back two days ago.  Tan'er even chatted with him a few words, Xie Wenyuan said in public that he has a splendid talent in his stomach, but it's just bad luck, who knows what's going on, could it be that my Chunniang is so lucky in this life? I can't be an official  Is your son's husband?" Chunniang suddenly became sad, and I have to say that such a fiery woman suddenly became sad, and the tenderness between her brows was particularly brilliant, which made Wang Xihua feel as if she had melted in her heart.

    "Yoyo, why do you suddenly feel sorry for your husband? Is this still the Chunniang who beat and scolded her husband's family? Why do you feel that I am so redundant?" Anyway, Chunniang is also a married woman.  A third person like Wang Xihua said that his husband's family was inevitable, and he would feel jealous. He joked with a smile on his face, but his words made others sound like he was mocking anyway.

    "Stop talking nonsense, my wife's own husband, what's the matter with pity him, if you have the ability, let Song Heming divorce me, and then marry me to your Wang family as a wife, blowing you here, you big-headed ghost  !"

    Chunniang tapped Wang Xihua's forehead lightly with her fingers, and began to clean up the stall. Wang Xihua suddenly felt a spring breeze, and a strong warmth came from his heart.  If a tigress "marries into the house, the wife will naturally not be able to do it. Being a concubine and seeking pleasure on weekdays can be regarded as satisfying my greed.

    After a while, Chunniang's booth was almost cleaned up. Wang Xihua took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it over with a smile, "Look, Chunniang, what is this?"

    Chunniang squinted at the cloth bag, held it in her hand without even thinking about it, put it on the cushion, and smiled: "Young Master Wang made a big hand today, fifty taels of silver is heavy, this is to make your painting  The small body has turned into a pork ribs."

    "hey-hey."

    Wang Xihua smiled innocently, and Chunniang strode forward. Her husband Song Heming was a Confucian scholar, and naturally lacked a lot of money-making skills. He said that he made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings in the market on weekdays, but his business was bleak.  He couldn¡¯t even earn a few copper coins. Wang Xihua also came to disturb him many times when he opened a new food stall, but he was severely scolded by himself. Later, his business was gradually diluted by the scolding, and his family lost their source of livelihood.  Chunniang had no choice but to have an affair with Wang Xihua in exchange for the silver taels needed for daily life. She didn't figure out whether she was subsidizing the family or selling meat.  as many years.

    At this moment, she was walking towards several dilapidated houses in Jinyang City. Today Song's mother would go out to do errands, Song Heming went out to collect firewood, and several beggars were walking along the street. When they saw Chunniang coming, they all hid far away.  ?
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