Xiangyang, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Jinghu.

This Jinghu Lake is a pond and a lake, smaller than a lake and larger than a weir.

The lake and Xiangyang City defense system were integrated. The Yuan army had not broken down after a long attack on Xiangyang. Because the city was as solid as a rock, the army and the people defended the city shared the same hatred for the enemy. The Yuan army was defeated for a long time and had no choice but to do anything.

One day, Tu, the old man, took the cow to drink water by the lake and found a big black fish floating at the entrance of the lake. He picked up a stone and threw it to the black fish. It was a matter of death or a living. If it was alive, he would run away. Maybe he gave birth to a child in the aquatic plants. If it was dead, he would not run away. He thought of this, with a "gudong" sound, it was not a fish, and the blurred face of a man appeared undoubtedly. Oh my god! He was so scared that he was scattered, his calves were trembling. He was holding a bamboo stick, and the lower end cracked, and he went directly to protect Lao Liu.

When Lao Liu heard this, he panicked and had a murder case in the area under his jurisdiction. He could not help but go and see it quickly.

He saw that there was indeed a floating corpse at the entrance of the lake. The floating corpse of the man and the woman face down. What should I do now? Should I commit suicide or kill him?

Lao Liu immediately went to Bu Huishu, the famous local lawsuit spokesperson.

As the spokesperson for more than 20 years, Bu Huishu has never lost a lawsuit, so it is absolutely right to look for him.

"Why are you panic?" Bu Huishu asked.

"Unfortunate, I found floating corpses in my land."

"Where?"

"Jinghukou."

"That's right, Jinghukou belongs to your elders."

"What should I do? What should I do?"

"What should I do? Report to the official!" Bu Huishu said.

"How to draft this report?" Di Bao asked, "I hope Mr. Bu will give me some advice and write the report."

"It takes one thousand taels of silver."

"A letter, ask for a thousand? It's too expensive, too expensive! My salary is not that much in a year."

"Then whatever you want. You can see it yourself!"

Dibao couldn't afford to pay so much money, and there was no such thing. Where did you make money? If you don't pay money, this person's life lawsuit is a big deal. It's not a trivial matter. No matter how you die, spending money is inevitable. To eliminate money and avoid disasters, you have to spend it. Thinking of this, Dibao asked: "It's not that much money. Mr. Bu does good things, and the place has always been peaceful. The more you fear the more things happen, the more you will be. What about me, how about writing for me?"

"A paper is light and light, but it's worth it. If you give 800 taels, it means that surgery can be done, so the internal medicine department will not care. You think about it yourself and I will write it according to the eight hundred taels. After writing it, how about you report to the official? As for whether there is a problem with the internal medicine department, I can't control it." Bu Huishu said.

"Okay, I'll pay two hundred taels of silver, please write it by sir."

"Okay, wait a moment, it's going to be fine soon." Bu Huishu said, with a helper from Shutong beside him, grinding ink and spreading paper, moistening the pen and raising his hand, waving it, then putting down the brush and handing it to Di Bao a presentation, which read: "A man's floating corpse was found at the mouth of Jinghu Lake in Xiangyang."

Dibao took the letter and took it in his arms for a long time before taking out some of Zou Baba’s silver notes, counted two hundred taels, and handed them to Bu Huishu with tremblingly. He returned home as if he had obtained a treasure.

When he returned home, Di Bao was always uneasy, neither sitting nor standing. The male corpse was still floating in the water. People coming and going looked at it and talked a lot, pointing around. Di Bao thought, if he did not stop, the cause of the death of this male corpse was unknown. If the superior blamed him, the loss would be great. For his own safety, he must be willing to bear the child to beat the wolf.

He found a way to borrow 800 taels of silver, and then came to the door to find Bu Huishu's spokesperson again.

"If you want to find a lawyer, you will find a lawyer, and the most famous one is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is famous will not be saved by death. The murder case happened here, and it is impossible to avoid it. He also asked the lawyer to show mercy in his writing, and the writing is brilliant. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please accept this little thing for the lawyer to take it away." Di Bao said, taking out the silver notes reluctantly. He had already prepared it, but when he was paying the silver notes, he was not very obedient.

Bu Huishu couldn't wait. He understood the difficulties and did not urge him. He was already confident. What should be come will definitely come, so there is no need to worry.

After the local government completely returned to normal, he handed all the silver notes to Bu Huishu, then withdrew his hand and stood respectfully aside.

Bu Huishu took the silver notes and asked coldly: "Where is the submission?"

Dibao took out the submission he had just written and handed it to Bu Huishu.

Bu Huishu spread the paper, picked up a brush placed on the pen holder next to the inkstone, dipped it in a little ink, turned the brush holder on the edge of the inkstone, blocked the excess ink of the brush, and drew a stroke on the paper, which was to pull down a vertical line in the middle of the mouth in Jinghu's mouth, and then handed the paper back to Dibao, saying, "It's done, take it to report to the official, and make sure it's okay. You know, I won't lose."

When Di Bao looked at the presentation, there was no much difference from the presentation just now, but there was a single vertical line. He thought, this vertical line was 800 taels of silver! It seems that if you want to make money, you have to know how to write. Bu Huishu must be well versed in this, otherwise he would not be famous far and wide.

The local government guard suspected that the letter was taken over and reported to the official. The letter was written by the letter. A male floating corpse was found in Jinghu. The county government received the letter and rushed to the scene. After investigation and investigation, it was found that the body was intact and there was no fatal injury. It was not a murder. It was very likely that it was a casualty. So according to the letter, the county government informed the local people to claim the body. The family of the deceased came to claim the body and took it home for burial.

The county government refused to file a case. Seeing that the matter had come to this point, the family had to give up. There was no other way. They originally wanted to ask the local government to claim compensation, but the county government had already closed the case and ignored it, which was to let the local government escape.

Di Bao secretly exclaimed that Bu Huishu's lawyer was really awesome, and he could get 800 taels of silver in one vertical line. He started on the ground and did not bargain. It was so easy to make money. It seemed that he still had to write more. A word of money was not a dream.

Bu Huishu easily earned 1,000 taels of silver, which is a piece of cake.

In the past, he was a down-and-out scholar, but failed the exams and wandered around the world, became a lawyer, made grievances for others, and stood up for justice. His reputation spread far and wider and more famous. Just like traditional Chinese medicine, the more famous the better the business is.

He suffered too many rolls of his eyes, and saw through the world, was despised by others, like a broken dog, driven away everywhere, and had a meal, and lived a hard life, and was a down-and-out scholar, and he didn't know where he would be.

He is old, and he does not see the matchmaker coming to the house, no one proposes marriage, and his family has no money. He encounters a thatched house, and he is still alive. He has only broken walls and no place to live in a dilapidated temple. He is a scholar, but he has not had a good fortune in the exam, which is very miserable.

Before the ruined temple, the Dragon King worshipped the Dragon King. The local drought was severe, and the people built this temple and asked the Dragon King to rain. As a result, they spent a lot of money to build a temple. The Dragon King did not rain and did not appear, and the incense gradually decreased. The temple was abandoned and disrepaired for many years. Fortunately, when the Dragon King Temple was built, the craftsmen respected the Dragon King, meticulously and carefully, and the temple was strong and durable, and the materials used were all high-quality goods. The Dragon King Temple was not afraid of wind and rain. As a result, the temple stood for five hundred years and did not fall. However, the roof was a little damaged, the walls were moss, and there were wild grass and wild flowers in the cracks of the stone steps.

Bu Huishu lives in a dilapidated temple and makes a living by selling calligraphy and paintings in the market. He is good at writing couplets and writing the word "Fu". The more the New Year comes, the better the business will be.

If you don’t have big money, you can make money. It’s not a problem to get enough food and clothing, and you can fill your stomach for the time being. Business is usually deserted, so you can also teach a few students to recognize words. The students’ parents give some food as tuition fees, so you can live. They just live in a dilapidated temple. Whenever people ask where they come from and where their homes are, they can only make excuses. Everyone knows it, but let him say it himself. For a family with thatched hut, what if you recognize words? It’s not as good as a farmer, and there are also a thatched hut to live in.

Fortunately, the dynasty changed and the status of scholars improved. The people began to pay attention to the recognition of words. If you know how to read, you would be respected. The farmer lets children learn to recognize words so as not to be deceived. It is also good to use it to keep accounts, so you don’t have to draw circles on the wall.

Bu Huishu gradually became a scholar from all over the countryside. Some people came to ask students to learn calligraphy. Some students studied hard, while others were not serious. Bu Huishu was not forced because they made little money, so they could only ask for more students so that they could have enough food and spare money. Unexpectedly, buying a house or buying a book. He knew that no matter how strong the house was, it would be the day when it collapsed. It was better to buy books. A house of knowledge was built in his mind, so he would not be afraid of wind and rain, and would not collapse. With knowledge, he would have money. As long as he did not do anything randomly, he would live a safe life.

As the number of students in the village increased, the village raised funds to build a house and gave the teacher a piece of land. In addition to teaching students, Bu Huishu could plant some fruits, melons and vegetables for self-sufficient use. Bu Huishu couldn't farm, so he asked the students' parents to help farm, and did not charge the student's tuition fees. Of course, the students' parents were willing to use their specialties and each took the needs.

This field belongs to the best part of the village. Everyone has earned it for many years and fought many fights. The day before yesterday, the surname Zhao, today's surname is Qian, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I don't know who the surname is. Because this field is good, everyone wants it, and it turns out to be the focus of the conflict. In order to calm the public's anger, the village decided to give this field to the teacher. They knew very well that this field still belongs to the village and does not belong to a certain person, and is temporarily managed by Bu Huishu.

Sure enough, this trick worked very well. Everyone was very happy because they didn’t get it and others didn’t get it. Everyone felt very happy to get along well.

Bu Huishu had just obtained the fertile land, so he went down to take a look. He didn't know what to plant, and he was embarrassed to ask the veterans of the farming fields. The parents of those students were all expert-level, but they didn't know one of them. They could only touch the hoe handle and could not hold the pen. He went down to the field to explore first.

This field has been idle for a long time because everyone wants to get it, but no one can get it. So it has been abandoned for a long time. The surrounding fields have been reclaimed several times, and crops have grown every year, and when the weather is good, the goods are quite abundant.

This good field is covered with wild grass and wild flowers, so desolate that it makes people cry.

He grows cucumbers, which is good, but he has to find bamboo to set up a rack. Where can I cut bamboo? He also asked for people, which was unhappy.

He wanted to grow beans, too, loofah, and he also wanted to be upset, not to be upset. What is it? Sorghum? Wine? Broom? This good field is wasteful to grow sorghum, and it is not enough to grow miscellaneous grains. Only growing vegetables. What kind of vegetables are planted is a headache. It turns out that farming is more difficult than studying. In the adult world, there is nothing easy. He sighed like this. Seeing half of the clay pot, he stood up and sighed. Half of the weeds were thrown over from it. I don’t know who threw it over, but he felt that he should teach. Putting these broken jars in the desert is really troublesome. The scholar has no power to tie a chicken, but he can have the ability to fly. Look at me, if you step down, you will definitely make the broken jars break, not to give up, but to fly to other people’s fields.

He saw it and indeed he kicked.

"Crash-" a dull echo.

"oops-"

With a shout, Bu Huishu suddenly started to scream. His foot was kicked and he immediately squatted down in pain, picked up his feet, took off his shoes, and started to massage continuously.

While rubbing his feet, he accidentally found that there was a light flashing in the cracks of the broken tiles. It turned out that it was not half a clay pot, but the entire clay pot. Two-thirds were buried in the soil and one-third were exposed outside. The clay pot that was kicked away and broken was on the top, and the light was emitted from the clay pot.

He pulled apart the fragments and found a shiny thing at the bottom of the clay pot. He took it out and saw that it was a silver ring with a word "大" engraved in the middle of the ring.

His sensitivity to words made Bu Huishu overjoyed. This little thing actually has characters. What does this character mean? Take it home first. No, wait a moment to see if it can be worn. So he tried on the silver ring, and the size was just right.

It seems like it is tailor-made for him.

Wait, see if there are any other things. This gadget is very strange. It can shine in a dark place, but it doesn't shine when it comes to a light place.

He put on a silver ring and reached out. The silver ring was indeed glowing at the bottom of the jar, like a torch, and could see clearly. The bottom of the jar was empty. This is strange, who buried it here? Why just use a silver ring to fill a clay pot? No matter what, this silver ring can shine like a night pearl, and is made of silver. If you don’t have food in the future, you can use it as a food. It’s good to exchange for something.

This is because of poverty and hunger. There is no way, even if you pick it up, you will be his own. Who asked him to share this field with him? It is due to fate to get this field. God is pitiful. Give him a field and a house to support himself.

He put the pieces of the clay pot back into the clay pot. Such clay pots are very common. Most farmers have them at home and are used to fill water. They are in the fields and drink the water in the jar when they are tired of working.

It can also be used to serve porridge, porridge, and if you don’t go home at noon, you can drink some porridge and eat some cakes in the fields, order pickles, and you can also deal with it.

Bu Huishu put the clay pot as it was, found the lid of the jar and covered it slightly. Perhaps the students' parents would come to farm and throw the jar far away, so as not to affect the growth of vegetables.


Chapter completed!