From the Duke's Mansion to the yard where he lives, it takes a total of 3,652 steps. Shi Yunrong kept counting silently when he came.

Hua Su was chattering beside him, saying that the people in the Li family were too hateful, and that Yang Mo was hiding his identity was also very hateful.

After a while, he said that Chunmei had no conscience. She used to treat her as a sister, but now she treats her like this.

After a while, it was a pity for Yang Mo. Although Brother Yang was not capable, as a man, why did he marry into the Li family? He had to divorce him, but he still refused to leave. He was really hopeless.

Fortunately, I thought he had saved me twice, and he was the legendary gossip who was righteous.

"He was a down-and-out royal family in Yanzhou and made a living by braiding shoes. How could he be a ranger?"

After walking a long way, Huasu didn't feel anything, but Shi Yunrong was sweating profusely, her body was a little weak, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, and a faint blush appeared on her face, which was a unique feeling.

It was almost noon and the whole city of Taiyuan became lively.

Although there were more and more disaster victims, the Li family opened a large granary, and the army and bad people were patrolling continuously for twelve hours a day, and the whole of Taiyuan slowly returned to its former peace.

The first thing to recover from the panic was the major shops. Once the refugees had food to eat, they were no different from ordinary people.

These shops began to recruit workers, and there were many refugees, so the employment fee was naturally not high. Some shops even managed food and accommodation, and the supply was in short supply.

The Fen River flows through the city, and there are more merchant ships coming and going on the waterway in the past few days.

The master and servant walked on the street, feeling the bustling atmosphere of life around them, and their unhappiness and boredom were much less.

The water surface is sparkling, and the boats are shuttled, and they are accompanied by dialect and earthly words, drifting through the willow branches on both sides of the shore.

Once there are many merchants, the things they talk about are inevitably related to money.

The price of vegetables has increased today. Yesterday, another ship of rice and flour came, and it was taken away before it even landed.

Most of them were laughing happily. When they stepped on the bluestone bridge, there were many women washing clothes on the banks of the river on both sides, and they were also smiling.

The older ones, the clothes around him are piled up like mountains. While talking to the people next to him, they beat him up. He sighed that he had not collected as many clothes as he had done this year in many years. Although he was moved, the meaning of showing off was still very strong.

At a younger age, she was obviously a young wife who was just new to this industry. Listening to Aunt Zhang and Li’s mother’s show-off, she became more and more anxious. She beat her hard while secretly watching and learning some labor-saving skills.

Occasionally, I raised my head and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I saw a few small hats in green on the river bank opposite. Someone's servants quickly turned their heads, but the light from the corner of my eyes looked here, but it was impossible to make a fake one.

With a shout from the manager, several servants stood up, laughed and laughed, and another turned around and lingered.

Cross the narrow bridge and walk on the wide street. The bridge is covered with knife and cutting stalls, food stalls and various grocery stalls. People come and go between shops on both sides. The fortune teller paraded around the streets and alleys gently shaking the bells. A team of married and married women slowly turned from the north. The groom was riding a red horse, and behind the horse were several porters carrying the bride's dowry.

Playing the suona and gongs and drums, the whole street became lively in an instant.

The master and servant stood by the roadside and hid in the wedding party. The vendor beside him was watching the excitement while asking them to choose some jewelry.

Huasu naturally became very excited. After choosing for a long time, she didn't want to leave. She reluctantly followed her lady away.

Soon, I was attracted by the candied haws, so I took out my purse, took out my private money to buy two strings, and jumped along the Fen River toward my home.

The city is full of alleys, gathering is fireworks, and dispersing is life.

But no matter whether it gathers or disperses, the fireworks and life in Taiyuan do not belong to her Shi Yunrong.

Along the way, the most I heard was naturally the fact that Yang Mo and Li Bai had a drink last night when they went downstairs.

Who is Yang Mo, who is Li Bai, why are you fighting for wine, what is the result, and what happened in the middle?

Not only are the princes and grandchildren talking about it, but ordinary people also like it very much: after all, there are too many attractive elements in this story: the son-in-law who is retired, the swordsman who kills officials, the passionate courtesan, the romantic talent, and the poems written by the romantic talent.

The people don’t talk about poetry and don’t understand it, and there is no point in understanding it. Where can talented men and beautiful women be more attractive?

Of course, the most talked about is whether the teacher Yunrong and Yang Mo slept last night, and whether Li Bai and the girl Qilan were sleeping?

Some people said they didn't sleep, and the listener was naturally very disappointed. When they saw this, others talked about the matter again, and then they said that they had fallen asleep with confidence. Then they talked about the erotic plots they saw in unknown books, with noses and eyes, as if he was watching them on the spot.

It made everyone around him intoxicated.

He did not consider the truth or falsehood at all. Even if some narrators had never read any erotic stories, they applied the tricks of fighting the two generals in front of the two armies that were commonly used by scholars: Yang Mo was wearing purple gold and crimson dragon armor, and Shi Yunrong was wearing green clouds and blue waves. When he met, he fought for three hundred rounds without saying a word. He killed the sky and the earth were dark and the stars were moving.

The audience around him also applauded repeatedly - it can be seen how scarce the entertainment life of the people in this era is.

Hua Su was so angry that she wanted to quarrel with someone again. She was persuaded by Shi Yunrong before she was persuaded, but she laughed secretly in her heart.

Although I was an unemployed virgin, I had been in the teaching hall for a year and knew through my eyes that where could I wear purple gold and crimson dragon armor in the boudoir?

It is naturally impossible for talented literati in the city to talk about Yang Mo's fight against Master Yun Rong. Most of them discuss the poems that flowed out of Li Bai and Yang Mo's mouths last night.

Fortunately, Li Bai met the standards of the literary talents for similar types: they are handsome and good at drinking, sharp and good at swordsmanship.

Such a person can't be surprised to write a poem that is earth-shaking.

Therefore, more people are talking about Yang Mo.

A mere shoe weaving peddler in Yanzhou has lived in Yanzhou for so many years and has never heard of any excellent works. How could he write such quatrain as "The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face" when he arrives in Taiyuan?

It must have been copied or bought.

These literati and talented men are still different from ordinary people after all. Even if they say this, they must have a reason to justify themselves.

If such poems were written by others, everyone would have known them for a long time, so how could it be his turn to copy them?

The most important thing is that this poem must have been written for Shi Yunrong. Otherwise, why did the first sentence contain her name?

In the eyes of the literati and young masters in the city who like to go to Xiajie very much, Shi Yunrong has always been like a fairy in the sky, and is known as the number one beauty in Taiyuan in Xiajie.

Every time I play the piano and dance, there are countless scenes of young Taiyuan fighting for the head, and there are countless red silk songs.

There are countless talented men in the city who have tried their best to write a poem for her but cannot.

Therefore, it is unlikely that Yang Mo's poem was copied by someone else.

It's either copying or buying, but the possibility is not high.

From last night to now, there have been endless debates about the origin of Yang Mo's poem in Taiyuan City, and they have to argue over and over again. In the end, they have to agree that there is no other reason except that he did it.

Some people also suspect that it was made by Li Bai and gave it to him, but the song "The Legend of the Knights" was made by Li Bai. Before, I wrote a poem to Miss Qilan. Both poems are in bold and unrestrained styles.

He is not old, so it would be impossible to write a love poem like "The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance".

Once they decided that the poem was written by Yang Mo, everyone became more and more despised of him.

A slightly talented and down-and-out clan, who did not say that he studied hard in poetry and books, had won the exam for fame and fortune, but he wanted to fall into the destiny and become a small son-in-law in the Duke's mansion. He really had no backbone.

Therefore, overnight, when the princes and princes in Taiyuan City privately called Yang Mo, they added various prefixes: the cartilage of shoes, the people who wanted to be the royal family, the mat and sell shoes, the speculators who cling to wealthy families, the shameless son-in-law who humiliated his ancestors.

When Huasu heard this, she was depressed and even the candied haws were no longer fragrant.

When he arrived at home, he boiled medicine for Shi Yunrong, while holding his cheek and asked, "Miss, do you think Brother Yang is really as unbearable as they said?"

Shi Yunrong recalled the brief contact with Yang Mo today, shook his head, "Of course, Mr. Yang is not as unbearable as they said."

"Then what kind of person do you think he is? Why is he so talented, but the scholars and young men in the city look down on him?"

Shi Yunrong said: "As a man, he married into the Duke's Mansion. He is talented but does not want to make progress. He just makes straw sandals every day and does not seek fame. Naturally, the literati in the city are unwilling to join him."

"Ah..." Hua Su was a little unhappy, lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly asked: "Miss, what do you think? What kind of person do you think Brother Yang is?"

Shi Yunrong did not answer immediately, but hesitated: "I have a little talent but I have no ability to achieve great things. I am an ordinary person with some talent."

Huasu sighed disappointed again. She knew her lady's eyes and looked at people accurately and never misjudged them. Since she said that Yang Mo was just an ordinary person, it seemed that he could not become a hero.

This made a rare little girl admired by idols feel a little depressed.

Shi Yunrong looked at Hua Su, knowing what she was thinking, but she didn't comfort her, and stared at the medicine jar in a daze.

There is only the gurgling sound of boiling medicine in the simple kitchen.

Thinking about the fate of his family and his sick body, Shi Yunrong smiled helplessly.

Even if you are an ordinary person, what's wrong with it?

She was extremely envious of Yang Mo - the ordinary ones were enviable.

Do you really want to use this ordinary man?
Chapter completed!