As the uncle spoke, he stepped forward and took the wine and food from Yang Shouwen.
"This way you can relax."
In Yang Shouwen's heart, there seemed to be ten thousand grass and mud horses whizzing by... Do you help me get the things, just those wine and food?
But he didn't know how to say anything else, so he could only lead the way with a wry smile.
"Speaking of this, Wenxuan hasn't seen each other for more than ten years... I remember that he was appointed as the lieutenant of Guoyi in Zhechong Prefecture, Junzhou. How could he come to Changping to be a county lieutenant? If he hadn't gone to Jixian to do business this year, I wouldn't have known that he was in Youzhou."
Chen Zi'ang looked relaxed and followed Yang Shouwen with wine and food.
As he walked, he said, looking familiar, "By the way, Dalang, you are now seventeen, where are you studying now?"
"I... haven't read a book."
"Didn't you study?" Chen Zi'ang suddenly stopped and said angrily: "The literary pride is so unreasonable. How could he abuse you so much? Thinking about Xiwen's literary talent back then, how could her son not study? If he spread it, wouldn't it be a loss of Xiwen's face?"
Xiwen is Yang Shouwen's biological mother, Zheng Xiwen.
Yang Shouwen actually didn't know much about his biological mother.
After hearing what Chen Zi'ang said, Yang Shouwen realized that his mother seemed to be very famous during her lifetime.
"Sir, don't say that, Daddy is no wonder.
I... have been in a daze a few years ago and suffered from dementia. It was not until a few days ago that I woke up, so I didn't go to school. It was because my father refused to let me study."
When Chen Zi'ang heard this, he showed a hint of sadness.
"So... I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect that you would be so miserable."
"Uh, it's not a hard time. When Ah Weng was there, he always cared for me. In order to take care of me, he refused to live in the city and lived with me in this small village for more than ten years until his death. Although my father was busy, he was also very concerned about me. Although I was a little confused, I have lived a happy life over the past 17 years."
"Just be happy, so Xiwen won't be too worried about it."
After Chen Zi'ang finished speaking, he stopped talking.
His divine thoughts seemed to fly out of the sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
But Yang Shouwen felt that the pressure of chatting with this great god was too great... Yes, it was just too great.
The great god's thinking is always very jumping and the topic is unscrupulous.
To put it nicely, to be casual, to put it bluntly, to put it bluntly, it is nonsense... Although Yang Shouwen has two lifetimes of memory, it is also very difficult to keep up with this great god's thinking. If everyone doesn't speak, the result may be better.
Halfway through the mountain road, Yang Moli caught up from behind.
Without saying a word, he took the package from Yang Shouwen and handed the jar of wine in his hand to Yang Shouwen.
"Dalang..."
"Sir, don't call me Dalang, just call me Yizi."
"Why?"
Chen Zi'ang seemed to be intrigued and asked curiously: "Yizi, it's your nickname. But Dalang is not wrong. Why don't you want me to call you Dalang, but ask me to call you Yizi? Is this word Dalang a bad meaning to you?"
My god!
The great god is actually Tang Sanzang.
Chen Zi'ang's series of questions made Yang Shouwen not know how to answer.
He thought for a while and said, "It's not bad. He just doesn't like others calling me Dalang, it feels weird."
"Is it weird?"
"Isn't it strange?"
"Oh...what is your jar filled?"
"liquor."
"It's wine!"
Chen Zi'ang showed a sudden look and stopped talking afterwards.
Yang Shouwen breathed a long sigh and said intimately: I’m so tired when talking to the great god!
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Back to Xiaomaite Temple, it was already noon.
Yang Moli ate a fat chicken, so she felt fine, but Yang Shouwen was hungry and couldn't stand it anymore.
Of course, being hungry is one aspect, but more importantly, it is difficult to talk to the master.
During the intermittent chat along the way, Yang Shouwen found that Chen Zi'ang's thoughts were jumping too fast, so fast that he could not hide his ears. Every time in order to answer Chen Zi'ang's words, Yang Shouwen had to concentrate and even be careful.
After finally returning to the mountain, Yang Shouwen was exhausted.
But Chen Zi'ang was in good spirits. He was more than a hundred meters away from the mountain gate. He shouted loudly: "Yang Wenxuan, I'm here, come and welcome me."
He shouted while speeding up his pace.
Yang Chenglie appeared inside the mountain gate.
Seeing Chen Zi'ang appear, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked disgusted, "Chen Boyu, you are still the same. Every time he appears early, he is elusive like a ghost. Didn't he agree to come tomorrow?"
"Hahaha, I just want to surprise you. Are you happy or happy?"
Yang Chenglie frowned and said, "I'm not happy, I'm so annoyed!"
As he spoke, Chen Zi'ang had already arrived outside the mountain gate.
Yang Chenglie stared at him, while he was stammering his neck and looked at Yang Chenglie with dissatisfaction.
Yang Shouwen was a little surprised. He couldn't figure out what was going on with these two people. Why did it seem like they were going to fight?
"You are safe when you are in the propaganda."
"Chen Boyu, you are more annoying than before."
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and Chen Zi'ang suddenly smiled, and Yang Chenglie's face also showed a smile.
Yang Chenglie stepped out of the mountain gate and bowed to Chen Zi'ang.
However, Chen Zi'ang did not return the gift, but stepped forward and hugged Yang Chenglie.
Damn, what a passion!
Yang Shouwen was stunned from the back, a little confused about what to do.
However, Yang Chenglie discovered the package on his body, and suddenly pushed Chen Zi'ang away, pointed at his nose and cursed.
"Chen Boyu, you are so shameless."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Why did you ask my son to help you carry the bag? You used to be like this. I asked me to help you carry the bag, but now I bully my son. Do you think my Yang family is easy to bully?"
"Ha, I did it on purpose."
After Chen Zi'ang finished speaking, he seemed to remember something interesting and laughed out loud.
Yang Chenglie pointed at Yang Shouwen and scolded: "You idiot, you don't know that you are bullied. You are also smart enough to guide others all day long. You can throw away your things quickly. This is so poor that you must not give him a good face."
That being said, Yang Chenglie came over, grabbed the package from Yang Shouwen, and then carried it into the mountain gate.
"Yang Wenxuan, your son is as stupid as you."
"If you dare to say it, I will kill you."
"Come on, I'm afraid you won't?"
The two of them walked into the mountain gate while making a noise.
Yang Shouwen glanced at Yang Moli, and Yang Moli looked confused.
God knows what kind of relationship is between Yang Chenglie and Chen Zi'ang. But now it seems that it should not be the enemy.
only……
Yang Shouwen still felt a little strange. He always felt that Chen Zi'ang's appearance seemed a little sudden.
In the afternoon, Yang Chenglie and Chen Zi'ang were talking in the Zen room.
They sometimes quarrel, sometimes cry and laugh, giving people a feeling of madness.
Yang Shouwen accompanied them for a while, then said goodbye and left.
He had generally figured out the relationship between Chen Zi'ang and Yang Chenglie. If we summarize it in one sentence, it was his rival.
Chen Zi'ang was from Shehong, Zizhou, which is later generations of Shehong County, Sichuan Province.
Yang Shouwen's mother went to Sichuan with her father in her early years. Yang Shouwen's grandfather was the magistrate of Shehong County at that time and had a good relationship with Chen Zi'ang's father, so he accepted Chen Zi'ang as his disciple and taught him "Poems" and "On". It was at that time that Chen Zi'ang met Yang Shouwen's mother and fell in love with Yang Shouwen's mother. Unfortunately, at that time, Yang Shouwen's mother regarded him as her younger brother and did not find any abnormalities. A few years later, Zheng Xiwen left Zizhou with her father.
In a blink of an eye, the former young man Chen Zi'ang has become a well-educated man.
In the first year of Diaolu, that is, in 679 AD, Chen Zi'ang was in charge of his talents and went out of the Three Gorges to go north to Chang'an to participate in the imperial examination.
That year, Zheng Xiwen married Yang Chenglie.
For this reason, Chen Zi'ang was very angry and wanted to trouble Yang Chenglie several times.
But at that time, Yang Chenglie had already become an official. He was born in the Yang family of Hongnong, and naturally he was not inferior to Zheng family in Xingyang, and had a higher status than Chen Zi'ang. However, Yang Chenglie did not bully others with his power, but instead had a great time fighting with Chen Zi'ang.
That year, Chen Zi'ang failed the imperial examination, and Yang Chenglie gave him twenty gold as travel expenses, and accompanied Chen Zi'ang to return to Shehong.
In the first year of Yongchun, Yang Shouwen was born in 681 AD.
Chen Zi'ang embarked on the road to imperial examinations again, while Yang Chenglie led Zheng Xiwen and his son to work in Junzhou...
At that time, Chen Zi'ang said that he would definitely be able to go to Junzhou to find Yang Chenglie.
Chapter completed!