Looking at the two people coming in outside the door, Zhang Shaoyang couldn't help but squint his eyes, gently circled his right hand on the teacup, then picked it up, slowly sniffed it, and his eyes turned from the fat man to the little girl.

The two of them naturally noticed this place, but they ignored it and walked towards another table. The fat man shouted at the top of his throat: "Shopkeeper, come and serve some wine and food!"

The little girl next to her gently pulled the fat man who was sitting on the table, and whispered: "Senior Brother Xu, we have no money!"

The fat man grinned and showed a honest smile: "Little junior sister, if you have no money, when you arrive in Xiangyang City, you will be playing the flute and attract butterflies, and you will worry about not getting the money into our pockets? When you meet the master in the capital, you will not have to worry about spending money."

The little girl looked sad, looked at the fat man's face that was twice as big as hers, and shook her head: "If you eat it again, it will be like a pig!"

The fat man seemed to have not heard it, and took the wine pot brought by the waiter, poured it into his mouth, and smacked his mouth twice.

Wang Ziyuan finally had a full meal and burped loudly. Perhaps because he felt that it was insulting and could not hold back on his face, he stood up and said, "I am fortunate to know you two. It's getting late today, and you are all the way, so you are probably tired, so let's take a break soon."

Zhang Shaoyang returned the gift and said goodbye. Seeing Wang Ziyuan go out, Zhang Shaoyang called the shopkeeper in front of him: "Where does this scholar live?"

"I made a reservation for him in the woodshed room." said the shopkeeper.

"I will send a quilt to you tonight and say you gave it to me. Don't hurt his face. Scholars, face is the most valuable!"

The little girl who saw all this disappeared in a blink of an eye. Looking at Zhang Shaoyang and Chi'er's backs upstairs, Chi'er smiled and said, "This person is not bad either!"

Zhang Shaoyang didn't hear it, but just stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth and cursed vaguely: "Bad!"

......

Zhang Shaoyang is not just a pity for Wang Ziyuan. There are more than tens of millions of poor scholars in the world, and there are more pitiful people than Wang Ziyuan. At least he can still earn some money by selling characters and paintings. How many hard-working bachelors who dream of being the top scholar in high school dreamed of one day being able to become officials and participate in politics one day, and continue on this official road that was filled with smoke and dust?

Unfortunately, most of them died on this road, and they would never forget to recite two sentences until they died. One sentence was "How can you get thousands of houses to win over the poor people in the world to be happy", while the other sentence was "It's all bullshit"! You can't close your eyes until you die.

Zhang Shaoyang thought to himself that if Wang Ziyuan knew that he was going to Beijing to see the scenery and ride a horse to see the world, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood and die. This world is not so fair after all!

Zhang Shaoyang thought that most powerful ministers nowadays are thinking about how to get promoted and make money, and how to make their pockets more bulging. Wang Ziyuan, a person who is truly literary and honest and truly aspires to the capital, might be really a strange flower that can bloom on that barren official road.

After a night of rest, Zhang Shaoyang's little fatigue the day before yesterday was wiped out. Wang Ziyuan, who lived in the woodshed, probably finally slept warmly last night. He looked much better than yesterday. Now he has some money in his hands and decided to continue on the road.

When he saw Zhang Shaoyang, Wang Ziyuan was a little excited and bowed, "Brother Zhang, are you going to go on the road so early?"

Zhang Shaoyang smiled back and said, "Yes, Brother Wang is the same, why not together?"

Wang Ziyuan looked puzzled: "I can't keep up with Brother Zhang's horse, so let's forget it."

Zhang Shaoyang thought for a moment and smiled, "This is not a big problem, just buy a horse!"

Seeing Wang Ziyuan's face showing a look of distress, Zhang Shaoyang continued: "Brother Wang, don't worry, I paid the money for this horse. As for this money, it's easy to say. Brother Wang is more literary than me. I am at this half-baked level. If you don't understand anything on the road, Brother Wang will give me some advice. One question is one hundred texts, what do you think?"

"But one hundred texts...is it a little more?" Wang Ziyuan was a little surprised.

"Not much, knowledge is worth the price." Zhang Shaoyang said seriously.

Hearing Zhang Shaoyang's words, Wang Ziyuan no longer shyed and laughed: "Okay, as Brother Zhang said."

Just then, the fat man and the girl also got up early. The fat man carried a bag and glanced at Zhang Shaoyang without hesitation when he passed by Zhang Shaoyang.

Zhang Shaoyang was not angry, but instead asked with a smile: "Are you two going to the capital?"

The fat man shrugged the knife in his hand and said impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"It's better to be together. The so-called "no fight" will not meet each other, so how about we make friends and walk together?"

"That's good. You can buy us two horses?" The fat man said sarcastically.

Zhang Shaoyang smiled heartily: "It's just two horses, that's it!"

"Senior Brother Xu, this is not good!" The little girl next to her looked at the fat man with a serious look on her face. The fat man thought he hadn't seen it, and his face was full of smiles.

The fat man chose the fattest horse. According to what he said, only such a horse can be worthy of him with his figure. Zhang Shaoyang just smiled slightly and didn't say much. Although this fat horse is expensive for hundreds of cents, the fat man only thinks he has taken advantage of him, but he doesn't know whether a horse should be strong or not. A strong horse travels thousands of miles a day, but a fat horse cannot be guaranteed!

After buying all the horses, the five of them finally embarked on the itinerary. Along the way, the fat man always disagrees with Zhang Shaoyang and Chi'er. Perhaps it was Zhang Shaoyang's horse that kicked him in mud. After all, the fat man said himself: I am good at everything, just hold a grudge!

Zhang Shaoyang laughed silently. Before he could walk, the fat man's horse began to pant. The fat man looked at his fat and then looked at the still vibrant horse under the other four. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. In the end, he could only get off the horse and put the bag on the horse's back. In the end, he simply carried all the bags on himself, holding the horse in one hand and the knife in the other. He couldn't figure out whether he had lost or made a profit.

After asking, Zhang Shaoyang knew from the little girl that her name was Ren Xiaochong and the fat man was Xu Hanhai. The two were senior brothers and sisters. Today, if I believe in Buddhism and Taoism, there were even a group of fortune tellers and alchemists around me. Their master was a Taoist priest. When they heard that they were recruiting talented people in the palace, they ran away happily. The two senior brothers and sisters naturally fled themselves. Now they heard that they were doing well in the palace, and then they remembered that they had two disciples, so they passed on a letter to let the two go to the capital to enjoy their happiness together.

Zhang Shaoyang thought the girl's name was very interesting, so he called her a few more times, and finally he simply removed her surname and called her a little cuckold with her. Fatty Xu next to her was gloating that this guy Zhang was going to be in trouble. In the past, he called Xiao Chong'er and could be beaten by this little girl. How dare you call her so many times?

But the fat man waited for a long time but didn't wait. He saw his junior sister

Indifferent? Still with such a charming smile?

Fatty Xu fell into deep thought again.

The wind made his face hurt. Seeing that Wang Ziyuan's clothes were thin, Zhang Shaoyang lent him the clothes he carried with him. The scholar changed into this gorgeous dress, which was very suitable. Both of them had a well-proportioned figure, but Wang Ziyuan had never worn such luxurious clothes. He was unaccustomed to being squeezing, which made the peers laugh.

The scholar carefully packed up the original worn clothes. Zhang Shaoyang saw it and smiled and said, "I've given this set of clothes to you. That dress is too torn, so it's better not to have it!"

Wang Ziyuan sighed and said seriously: "Some things are my own, but I can't bear to throw them away!"
Chapter completed!