Long-term governance will lead to chaos, long-term integration will lead to division. The former powerful Tang Dynasty has come to an end. Just in July, the city of Bianliang, with unlimited scenery, is still so intoxicating, but there is a bit of scorching heat.

At the east gate of the city, the abortion of people coming and going did not decrease much due to the hot weather. The streets were full of hawking. The best-in-law business was a small stall selling wooden clogs. As the name suggests, wooden clogs are slippers made of wood.

The owner of this stall is naturally Duan Mingyu. Duan Mingyu is busy counting the results of the morning. After weighing the heavy wallet, Duan Mingyu's smile suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and said to another busy figure in his stall: "Brother Xu, this morning will be a great harvest again!"

Xu Zuye wiped his sweat: "You kid is leisurely, but I, Xu Zuye, are also the number one figure in Bianliang City. I actually asked you kid to attack me. I'm so easy!" Xu Zuye's face was so sad, as if he had endless grievances.

"Brother Xu, we do mental labor, you do physical labor, our duck pears are all the same. I have seen your efforts, Lao Sun, let me give you two bowls of iced sour plum soup to quench your thirst and I. This damn weather!" Duan Mingyu called.

"Okay, here we come, Brother Duan, this is your iced sour plum soup." Old Sun, who was standing by, smiled and handed two bowls of sour plum soup to the two of them, quickly collected the money, and then walked away happily.

Duan Mingyu took a sip of the cool sour plum soup, and the heat suddenly went away. He felt refreshed. Looking at Xu Zuye, whose face had relieved a little, he felt relieved. If Old Xu was angry, it would be a big problem. Looking at the noisy market and the crowds coming and going, Duan Mingyu's thoughts couldn't help but float to the distance...

Since the house in the past was destroyed so much that there was not even a little bit of scum left, Duan Mingyu chose to stay at Xu Zuye's house. As the saying goes, "The world is bustling and prosperous, and it is all for profit." Duan Mingyu decisively chose the old business - setting up a street stall.

Originally, I just wanted to earn some living expenses by carving clogs, but I didn't expect that clogs were so popular in this era, and there was a little in short supply. Xu Zuye was just an unemployed vagrant. After Duan Mingyu made several empty checks with a perfect tongue, he came to attack Duan Mingyu happily.

"Hey, your wooden shoes are pretty pretty. How much does it cost to have a pair?" Duan Mingyu, who was thinking, was pulled back to reality by asking. He saw a little girl who looked like a six or seven-year-old, standing in front of her. The girl had a little bun on her head, and she showed two white tiger teeth when she spoke. Her face was like a pink carved jade pecking. She was wearing a pair of tiger-headed small marquis boots, which looked very cute. Duan Mingyu couldn't help but look at it for a while, but sometimes, looking at others randomly would be retribution.

"Grandpa, why doesn't this person speak anymore? Are you mute? You're so pitiful," said the little girl with a pink and jade-pegging girl in confusion, with a hint of sadness in her pity.

At this time, an old man with long beard appeared in people's sight, his figure was like a ghost. When he looked closely, his turbid old eyes were a little delicate. The old man's face shook and said to Duan Mingyu: "Hehe, this little brother, my little granddaughter is asking you."

Xu Zuye hurriedly greeted the old and the young man: "I'm sorry, you two, this is my little brother. I've been frustrated recently and have a little dazed in my heart. I have offended many things. Please forgive me."

"Haha, it's normal for young people to be trapped by love." The old man with a long beard made a very understanding expression and said lightly.

Duan Mingyu, who came to his senses, cursed in his heart: Boss Xu, you are too unkind, it’s not good to find any reason, but you just find such an excuse. Oh my, after all, my brother was also a class teacher in the class when he was in kindergarten (although I was the only one in the whole class), and he was rejected? Isn’t this forcing the top scorer to embarrass people? Alas, my life is wise and ruined. Jealousy is definitely jealous of me being handsomer than you.

Duan Mingyu said angrily: "This old gentleman, boy Duan Mingyu, don't listen to Lao Xu's nonsense. The young man is a three-foot man with integrity and integrity. Three sheep are prosperous and entangled. Five blessings are at the door. Six and six great luck. Haha, this Six and six great luck is very telling the problem. Will a very smooth person be frustrated in love?"

The old man depressedly skipped Duan Mingyu's nonsense, but only extracted useful things inside. "Your surname is Xu?" The old man turned his head and asked Xu Zuye.

Xu Zuye said: "I am the one with the surname Xu, and the name Cao is Zuye. I heard the accents of them, so I probably don't belong to the local one. How dare I ask the old gentleman and this little sister?"

"I am Yang Yanguang!" The old man responded politely.

The little girl also replied crisply: "My name is Yang Zhaoniang!"

Duan Mingyu hugged Yang Yanguang and clasped her fists: "Mr. Yang is polite!"

Yang Yanguang waved his hand: "My little brother Duan said just now that someone was making a fool of himself. I asked more, what's the matter with me?"

Of course, someone here refers to Xu Zuye. It seems that Yang Yanguang also thinks that Xu Zuye's words are not reliable.

Duan Mingyu glared at Xu Zuye viciously, meaning: Seeing that, the people's eyes were bright. Xu Zuye's old face turned red and he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

Duan Mingyu ignored how embarrassed Xu Zuye was. Duan Mingyu was thinking about how to answer Yang Yanguang's question. What he was thinking just now, but he still couldn't tell. Didn't he just look at Yang Zhaoniang for a few more times? But he couldn't say that he saw that his granddaughter was beautiful and he was suddenly out of sight. God knows whether this old thing would come up to pinch my neck. What should I do? Duan Mingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Mr. Yang, the young actor just happened to be a poem, and he was secretly happy. He didn't hear what Zhaoniang said!"

"You are the only one who can write poems?" Xu Zuye looked at Duan Mingyu disdainfully. The little girl Yang Zhaoniang also raised her lips, looking like I didn't believe it.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said, "Brother Duan might as well read the masterpiece to open my eyes."

Duan Mingyu smiled relaxedly, but in his heart he was searching for ancient poems in his memory. Three hundred Tang poems are not enough. Now the Tang Dynasty is almost over. I guess most of the Tang poems have been published. Hey, there is one!

Duan Mingyu shook his head: "Don't you don't believe it. I am actually very talented and well-educated, but I have always been very low-key before. Haha, the style of experts has always been like this. Ahem, you should stand firm and don't worship me after listening."
Chapter completed!