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"Master, I have found out clearly. It was a scholar who came out of the county town and guarded the ancestral house for Huang Xiucai. This kid is the famous Ye family's book lover in Pengcheng County. He is a fool, otherwise he would not dare to guard the house."

In the spacious hall, a servant dressed as a housekeeper reported respectfully to the middle-aged man sitting in the Grand Master's chair in the hall.

The middle-aged man was wearing rich clothes and snorted in his nose: "This guy is not a son and doesn't understand the rules at all. He actually went to Guangping Township to sell couplets. Isn't this slap me in the face?"

His surname is Su and his courtesy name is "Zhiyuan". He is the only scholar and gentry figure in the three villages within a radius of dozens of miles. He is considered to be highly respected in this area.

In previous years, the people in the village came to the Su family to write couplets. Of course, Su Xiucai would not write it himself at any time, but he would hand it over to several students at his school.

Habits become natural, and the couplets of the surrounding three townships have long been regarded as a forbidden item. Unexpectedly, Ye Junsheng came this year and started a business in Guangping Township without saying hello. If he only helped several families write, it would be fine. The key is that he became more and more popular. Not only Guangping Township, but also the villagers of the neighboring Wushan Township ran over, which had a great impact.

In fact, Su Zhiyuan doesn’t like the rewards he received from helping villagers write couplets. The problem is face and rules.

How can you allow others to snore on the side of the bed?

If everyone went to ask Ye Junsheng to write couplets like a child, where would his face be put on a scholar?

The housekeeper said: "Master, that boy is really hateful. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he will not know the world is high."

Su Zhiyuan sipped the tea and said slowly: "Old Wang, you can do this. Remember, you must do it cleanly and safely, and you cannot make any mistakes."

The butler hurriedly said, "Don't worry, lord."

As he said that, he left and had an idea in his mind: it would be best to leave such a thing to a few idiots in the village. As long as he doesn't cause any death, it doesn't matter whether he breaks his arms or thighs.

...

"The New Year is rich and prosperous every year, and the good year is safe and prosperous!"

Ye Junsheng has written this couplet more than ten times. He is very skillful and has done it in one go, and it is very smooth. These couplets are just a few times back and forth. After the villagers have selected them, he will start writing immediately.

The strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the font is elegant and charming.

The nerd stayed in the study for more than ten years and went to seclusion to "cultivate". It was really not a construct. "Idiot", from a good point, it shows that he is extremely persistent and devoted to something. Only in this way can he see the true meaning. It was just that his personality was too pedantic and buried his talent in the past.

Not to mention anything else, just this word is enough to be at the level of a famous artist.

Of course, in the art of calligraphy and painting, it is not enough to have a foundation, but it must also have fame. If you don’t make a fuss, it will never be hot.

In Pengcheng, Ye Junsheng was a little famous, but unfortunately he was notorious. If he had set up a stall in the county town, no one would have asked for his couplets. Fortunately, in the countryside, the villagers would not care about these things, and they might not have heard of the deeds of the bookworm.

After finishing the last pair, drying it, and delivering it to people, today's task was almost over. Looking up at the sky, it was almost dusk. Ye Junmei led the Great Sage to the stream to drink water, but she had not come back yet.

The weather was dry and cold, so Ye Junsheng tightened his hands and face, walked out, and asked his sister to come back early.

The cold winter has arrived, the north wind has broken, and the large grass has already withered and yellow. Looking out, there is a desolate and desolate landscape in the wild.

After a while, we arrived at the stream. In this season, the stream water also fell a lot, revealing pebbles at the bottom of the river in shallow water.

After walking along the stream for a while, a melodious sound of the shepherd's flute suddenly came from ahead, with a bright and joyful melody, just like the sound of nature.

Ye Junsheng's heart moved, he accelerated his pace, turned a corner, and saw Ye Junmei and the Great Sage in front of him.

Ye Junmei rode on the back of the cow, holding a bamboo flute in both hands and put it on his lips. The beautiful sound of the flute floated out, making the entire withered world brighten.

Unexpectedly, my sister has this skill.

Ye Junsheng stopped and was immersed in the sound of the flute, and he was a little crazy.

The Great Sage's pace was neither fast nor slow, but the distance between them was not far away, so it didn't take long to come.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Ye Junmei put down the flute and said happily.

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "I finished writing today's couple, and I'm a little tired, so I'm out for a walk."

"Well, sitting for too long is not good for your health and you need to move."

Ye Junsheng narrowed his eyes and patted the cow's head gently, saying something: "The Great Sage has been in a good mood these days."

It's not just good. Since the ghost fire that night, the old cow has taken Dapu Pills and is rejuvenated for the second spring. The fur seems to have changed, and it becomes shiny and suddenly appears, showing a healthy blue color; the pair of cow eyes have restored their spirits and become bright.

Moo!

The Great Sage whistled and even poked his hooves, and he was in a good mood.

"Let's go, go back."

Ye Junsheng held the rope, but Ye Junmei didn't come down, just sat there, letting his brother take it away. The two of them, together with a cow, formed a lively silhouette in the vast scenery.

"Hehe, what a beautiful girl, where are you going? Call me brother and listen!"

At this moment, two idle men walked out with a smile and blocked the way. They were both in their thirties, wearing tight clothes, one of them deliberately opened his heart to reveal his furry chest to show that he was not afraid of the cold.

Ye Junsheng's face darkened and he said, "Who are you?"

The idle man sneered: "Do you care who we are. If you know the truth, get out of here, so as not to get in the way and ruin the good things of the uncle."

As he said that, he came over, completely treating Ye Junsheng as air, walked straight towards Ye Junmei, stretched out his hands, and wanted to hug the girl.

Ye Junmei was shocked and jumped up quickly and hid behind the Great Sage.

The idle man was attracted by the girl's face, and was fascinated by the girl's face, and said in a slutty smile: "Don't be afraid, sister, come to the old man's arms quickly, I promise that you can make you die of ecstasy..."

Pang!

Just caught off guard, the Great Sage suddenly flew up his front hooves and hit the place where he deliberately showed his chest hair, as if he had hit a heavy drum.

The idle man couldn't react in time and didn't know what was going on. He flew up and fell into the stream with a thud. He vomited blood even though he was cold and painful.

Another idle man was standing with his hands behind his back, responsible for staring at Ye Junsheng. As soon as the scholar moved, he would do it. Unexpectedly, in the flash, his companion was kicked away by a cow. He couldn't help but be furious. He pulled out a sharp-horned knife from his waist, called, rushed towards the buffalo, and stabbed it to death with one knife.

"Moo!"

The Great Sage screamed in disdain, and used his front hooves with force and sniffing, and was also an extremely fast kick, which could be called a shadowless foot - at this moment, it was not a cow fighting.

It's not a cow!

Plop!

The idle man screamed, and he didn't know where the knife flew away from his hands, but he accurately followed his companions' footsteps and took a shower.

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