Just when Aunt Jin was talking about someone being a "monster", Liu Wenyang was also feeling sad about something.

Outside the Zhao family mansion, four good sedan chairs have been prepared.

The largest, most luxurious and comfortable sedan chair is of course owned by Aunt Jin.

Then, the nurse and the young master pushed.

Wu Ma pushed.

A spring apricot.

As for Lord Liu...no!

"No, what should you do when you take a sedan chair and ask me to do?" Liu Wenyang was wondering. An old slave behind him brought a black donkey over and said politely: "Young Master Liu, please!"

"Could it... let me ride it?" Liu Wenyang was stunned.

The old slave smiled: "They are riding a donkey and reading the songbook. You are riding a donkey and reading Feng Shui, but they are all the same way. What can you not ride? Don't worry, this beast is very obedient and walks steadily, and will never leave you halfway!"

Liu Wenyang still had to argue, and the sedan chair owner over there summoned: "Mrs. Madam has gotten into the sedan chair, Madam has gotten into the sedan chair." Madam has nothing to do with him, so he asked himself to ride a donkey to follow him. He thought it had a lot to do with him. After all, he was handsome. It was good for you to give a horse, but he led a donkey, which was still pure black. Isn't this looking down on others?

Since ancient times, the Tao: White Horse, Heroes, and Famous Swords.

I have never heard of it, black donkey, scribe, or book.

"Wait a minute, can you see if I can change my foot strength?" Liu Wenyang shouted from a distance beyond Aunt Jin.

"It's just this donkey. If you feel dissatisfied, you can follow behind and walk slowly." Aunt Jin, who was about to get into the sedan chair, glanced at him and ignored him.

Intentionally, this is definitely intentional!

Official Liu saw the other party's jokes from Aunt Jin's smiling eyes.

Well, for the 300 taels of reward, I endured it! Liu Wenyang was straight in his clothes and made up his mind that even if he rode a donkey, he would still be elegant and elegant, and would never be as tasteless as those short-legged farmers.

On this side, outside the Zhao Mansion, the servant who was pretending to be a tiger, shouted and drove the irrelevant idle people on both sides. The sedan chairmen and others opened the curtains of the sedan chairs, pulled out the shoulder poles of the sedan chairs, and prepared the masters to get on the sedan chairs.

The original bars of the sedan are divided into two types. The long vertical rows are called sedan bars, and the short horizontal rows are called sedan shoulder poles. In the Ming Dynasty, men's postures of sitting in sedan seats and women's sitting in sedan seats are different. Men should not pull out the sedan seat poles while sitting in sedan seats. They can step over the sedan seat poles with big strides, and turn around and sit in the sedan seat. The woman takes the sedan seat poles first and leaves an entrance, so that women can walk in like lotus steps, and slowly turn around and sit in the sedan seat. The sedan seat captain just got on the sedan seat poles, locked them with a copper lock before walking on the side.

Why is there such trouble? One is that a woman moves her lotus steps lightly, and she doesn’t hear the sound of her jade; she raises her feet gently, and does not see the wind blowing her skirt. This is the style of a great man. So when she gets into the sedan chair, she first pulls off the sedan chair pole and does not make it a barrier to the lotus step. The other is that in ancient times, the sedan chair pole was pressed against the shoulders of the sedan chair. If the woman crosses it, the sedan chair pole will be considered to be bad. Therefore, she is not afraid of trouble, so that the sacred sedan chair pole will not pass by the woman’s climax.

At this time, Aunt Jin had already gotten into the sedan chair, and the maid Chunxing, nurse and others also got into the sedan chair of each son and followed the sedan chair. The sedan chair was carried by four people. The four sedan chairmen were each in front and behind. They each had a four-word test sentence: the first one was straightened and raised his belly, and was clearly bureaucratic. His test sentence was called "I am here". The second sedan chairman was close to the sedan door. If he farted, the sedan chairman would be at the right time. He was very patient and dared not let him fart. He was clearly slaved. The test sentence was called "Don't Dare to Fight". The third sedan chairman was the most dull. When facing the sedan chairman, he was similar to the old monk facing the wall, and his vision was blocked. His test sentence was "dark to Fight". The fourth sedan chairman had no right to be independent and had to follow the top three. Like the follower, his test sentence was "following around".

On this side, the sedan chairmen were erect and raised their chests and swayed forward. On the other side, Mr. Liu sighed in disguise that they had different fates. They had a comfortable sedan chair to shelter from the wind and rain, but he wanted to hang out with a group of domestic slaves and follow them like a follower... The only thing he was better than these domestic slaves was that he owned a donkey.

However, how should this donkey ride?!

In his previous life, Liu Wenyang had envied the generals who rode horses and fought in wars many times. He also rode the horse with saddles, but he was led around the fence for ten yuan. However, the donkey had no saddles at all, it was bare and had only a rein.

What should I do?

How to get up?

The slaves behind him seemed to laugh at him, seeing that this scholar could only study hard, but he could not even ride a donkey.

Liu Wenyang only felt his face burning.

He grabbed the reins with his hands and muttered in the donkey's ear: "Donkey, donkey, I look at your face and are also kind-hearted. Just be obedient and squat down a little bit, so that I can put me on your back..."

The black donkey screamed and threw away the donkey's hoof, but ignored him.

I am too disrespectful. After all, I am a scholar, otherwise I would have whipped you a whip.

"Donkey, donkey, you heard that the white dragon horse was holding Tang Monk to obtain scriptures in the west, and finally achieved great achievements and was enthroned in the "Eight Heavenly Dragons". If you are obedient and help me finish this Feng Shui homework, I will choose you as the "Divine Condor Heroes and Donkey"!"

The donkey still ignored it and did not miss someone at all.

Liu Wenyang was anxious. Seeing that the sedan chair in front was getting farther and farther away, he was still with a beast and was very frustrated.

Fortunately, the old slave who led the donkey was very sensible. Finally, he held Master Liu's noble and solid butt and struggled for a long time before he helped him get on the donkey's back. Finally, he reminded: "Don't need mercy on this beast. If you walk slowly, just take the whip and whip hard."

Damn, I don’t need to pity it, but I need it to pity me. Don’t be so irritating all the way and make my chrysanthemum burst.

...

The Zhao Mansion sedan was all the way, and it was lively. When I passed through the market town and arrived in the suburbs, the wind and snow were getting more and more cruel. Liu Wenyang, who was so cold that he was riding on the donkey's back, shivered all over.

When I thought that someone was hiding in the sedan chair and holding a small charcoal stove for heating, I could only follow behind and eat the north wind tragically, and my whole body was as cold as popsicles. It would be better to follow the servants and wait and walk around with the donkey on their backs, perhaps warming up.

The group walked for about an hour.

Liu Wenyang rubbed his hands and was angry. He had already gotten off the donkey's back and no longer pretended to be elegant. He led the donkey to follow him. He guessed that it was probably noon, but he had not reached his destination yet.

Liu Wenyang really didn't know why the Zhao family's ancestral tomb was so far away. If it were for the good feng shui, it would have made the people who visited the grave during the Qingming Festival.

After another cup of tea, I arrived at a small woods. The sedan chair in front stopped, but Aunt Jin spoke, asking everyone to find a shelter in the wind to rest, eat something before rushing.

When Master Liu heard that he could rest, he hurriedly called my mother, left the black donkey with his feet, and went to a sheltered place.

The sedan chairmen, slaves and servants also found a place to settle down, took out wine bags to eat and drink happily.

Liu Wenyang was alone, without food or drink, looking at him, and his stomach was beating.

Alas, it seems that it is not easy to make a living in the Ming Dynasty. I originally thought that the 300 taels of silver would be very easy to make, but I didn’t expect it to be so hard, and I had to go so far, but also be frozen and hungry.

Alas, it’s hard to be a charlatan!

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