Zhuang Budai told me sadly that he unfortunately sneezes four times this morning, and the fourth sneeze flashed my waist!!!!!!

Stress hard

Sit hurts

All kinds of lying in lie down and continue to hurt

It has lost its typing ability.555555555555555, of course, it is temporary.

During the treatment period, I will put the draft of the new book in my hand and solicit opinions. Please forgive me.

The most important thing is, please wish me a recovery as soon as possible, because it is so painful!!!

After struggling to say this, I have to post the manuscript, which is so painful to me!!!!!!

PS: The thunder will continue after recovery, please do not walk away

Chapter 1

The snow will be accumulated tomorrow, and the north wind will be strong and sad.

The city of Luoyang is covered with snow, and the silver in Luoyang is covered with silver. The city is full of prosperity, and the streets are full of traffic. Pedestrians and merchants are endless. The market is filled with noise and noisy, and the market is full of liveliness. This prosperous scene is completely in line with the crumbling regime of the Han Dynasty, and there is still a prosperous scene under the feet of the emperor.

The schoolyard in the west of the city was even more crowded, and the people rushed to flock to the huge schoolyard, which was filled with water.

More than a hundred brave men in the school were naked, dancing with guns, riding horses, bending bows and shooting arrows, and the people were dazzled. The three of them sat upright on the high platform above the school were majestic. If they knew about it, they would definitely recognize that these were the three of the eight lieutenants in the West Garden.

"Brother-in-law, why are there so many people coming to see this time?" A half-year-old child of thirteen or fourteen in the crowd, but in the cold winter, he was a pair of torn straw sandals, covered in mud and smeared in the crowd. His eyes flashed and kept looking around, and opened his mouth to ask an old man beside him. The old man looked back and saw that the child was muddy and dirty, and he couldn't help but cover his nose and waved to drive him away: "Go, don't bother me to watch my son compete, go and ask others!"

"Ah... it's really..." The child was used to being despised by others, turned around and walked away, muttering something, but no one cared about it.

"Uncle, why are so many people coming to see this time?" The child got into another group of people and asked with a middle-aged man's clothes pulling on the collar of a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man turned around and glared, cursing with a fierce look: "Where is the bastard? You can't let the uncle go! If you touch my new robe, can you afford to lose it?" The child was startled, and hurriedly let go of his hand, made a face and ran away without a trace.

"Hmph, isn't it just to select the imperial guards? What's so great? One day, I can be an imperial guards." While walking, the child muttered. The child was full of anger, but he felt indescribable. He weighed the heavy purse in his hand, and the child couldn't help laughing: "You look at me, I'll take your purse, ha, it's your apology to me."

Suddenly, the child thought about it and flashed into a nearby alley. He looked at the place where there was no one around, sat on the steps in front of the door, and took off the straw sandals on his feet. These straw sandals were no different from ordinary straw sandals, but the soles of the feet were very closely woven. When he pushed them away with his hands, a groove appeared!

He reached out his hand and took out some scattered silver in his purse. The child excitedly stuffed it into the groove, and then put his straw sandals on his feet and stomped his feet hard. The silver had no fixed shape, and the scattered silver looked like everything. When he put it on the soles of his feet and stepped on it hard, the child almost burst into tears.

After hiding the broken silver, the child sat on the steps and didn't know what to think, but then reached out to touch the purse. These purse bags looked unique and used with exquisite materials. You can tell at a glance that they could only use them by rich families. There are a lot of copper coins in the bag, but what should I do if I get too many and I find out?

Just as I was thinking about the "huh" behind me, the door opened, and was hitting the child's back. With a "Ouch", the child rolled on the spot, covered his back and jumped up with his hands, looking at the money scattered all over the ground, and shouted angrily: "Who doesn't have eyes? I dare to hit me, my master..."

"Bang!" The palm that came towards him was slapped on the child's cheek. The poor black and dirty little face bag suddenly appeared five red handprints. The slap was fierce and anxious. Before the child finished speaking, he screamed and was beaten back several steps. He turned back two times before he stopped staggeringly.

"Okay, you little bastard, you can fill your pockets without watching it. Do you think you, Master An, die?!" A middle-aged man walked out of the door, skinny, short and thin, standing on the ground like a broken bamboo pole, pointing his finger at the child's nose and scolding.

"I just got here to rest. Uncle An, you came, but... Uncle An, why did you come out of this room..." The child asked with his hands covering his cheeks with great fear, with a pitiful expression.

When An Shouzi heard this, she cursed: "This is the owner's house, why can't I come out? Fortunately, I came out, otherwise you little bastard would have to hide money again, so why don't you pick it up quickly!" When An Shouzi saw the money all over the ground, she scolded him, but her expression had eased a lot, with a hint of joy.

"Yes! The master has so many houses..." Seeing that he was no longer beaten, the child bent down to pick up the money, put the copper coins and broken silver into his purse, and took out a handful of broken silver to block it. He said in his hand: "Today I met a few fat sheep, and the money should be handed over. These are Ping'er's filial piety to Uncle An."

"Well! Ping'er, you are sensible, and it's not a waste of my cultivation." An Shouzi took the silver-smashed portion and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Uncle An, I want to take a leave for a few days...you see..." Ping'er hit the railway while it was hot.

"Hmm? Are you going to find the man surnamed Hu to learn martial arts again?" An Shouzi raised his eyebrows and a hint of impatient expression. Seeing Ping'er nodding firmly, An Shouzi scratched his hair and said, "It's not that Uncle An said, "There are all poor, rich and powerful people. You poor boy want money and have no power, but you just want martial arts. You are really asking for trouble!"

"Uncle An...I..." Ping'er saw that An's thin man was inaccurate, and suddenly two drops of clear tears slid down her cheeks. The tears washed away the mud on her face, revealing her fair skin.

An Skinny sighed when she saw this, thinking that if this child had not suffered at home, she would have been a life of luxury. Her eyes swept over the red palm prints, and Uncle An said softly: "Since that's the case, then go, these bags of money are enough to deal with the books. Your brothers are very rude. Remember to run away if you can't beat them, don't hold on."

"Thank you, Uncle An!" Ping'er burst into tears and smiled when she heard this, and turned around happily and ran away. This thin man An was cruel and ruthless, but sometimes he was kind and soft-faced. It would be bad if he waited until he regretted it.

"Stop!" I suddenly remembered something, and An Shouzi hurriedly shouted.

Ping'er paused when she heard this, turned around and looked at An Shouzi with a sad face, with big eyes as if begging. An Shouzi shook her head helplessly, and took out a letter from her arms and said, "Uncle has helped you get a good job. There is a shortage of help from the West Market butcher shop. If you go there, you don't have to endure hunger. If you don't want to do this business, you won't force you to do it. Well, you won't have to come here to do things again in the future."

Ping'er took the letter and muttered, "Uncle Kui is famous for being a fierce man. Wouldn't I die if I asked me to go there..."

When An Shouzi heard this, he laughed and said, "Fatty Kui has a bad temper, but he is kind-hearted. If you do it well, you won't treat you badly. I hope you will give you these two taels of silver, and our uncle and nephew will not be in vain." After that, An Shouzi bounced his fingers and a piece of broken silver fell into Ping'er's arms.

Since Ping'er was rescued by An Shouzi, she has been doing some things to do for her. There are dozens of small pickpockets like Ping'er who are sent to others. Among them, Ping'er is bold and careful, quick-witted, and has a lot of money to do every time, so she is highly valued.

But Ping'er was born in a family of scholars and knowledgeable knowledge. If it were not for life, it would be a loss of money for An Skinny to save her life. She really disdained her. Seeing that Uncle An helped him ask for an errand and gave him silver, she felt a little sad. Ping'er choked up and said, "Uncle An..."

An Shouzi took off his waist and drank a few big sips, wiped his mouth and said, "Hu Sancai is very good, but he is narrow-minded. If you want to get a military status, you must find an orthodox person to teach you. Everything depends on your luck. This money is not for you to buy wine to honor Hu Sancai. Kui loves to clean up, remember to buy body clothes and wash them clean...you go!"

It was rare that An Skinny said a lot of heartfelt words, and Ping'er bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Uncle An, Ping'er has passed away." After saying that, he turned around and left the alley and disappeared into the crowd.

"Crack..." The door opened again, and a thin man in green robe walked out, looking at Ping'er's direction away, and said, "This boy's qualifications are not bad. If Brother Yuan Qi is willing to give him all his money, he will become a great man in time. It is a hundred times better than the reckless man who lets Hu Sancai teach him!"

He An stood there quietly, shook his head and said, "This son is a family tyrant and is determined to be in the military. He is not the same person as you and me. We are about to do something, and I have saved him, so why bother him..."
Chapter completed!