"How much more?" When the man on the ground heard this, his eyes suddenly shone and he stared straight at the stumbling young man in front of him.
The stumbling young man was stunned when he heard this, and stared suspiciously at the sturdy man lying on the ground unable to get up. Why did he feel that this guy was just pretending?
"Add two, two, twenty taels?" the stumbling young man stretched out two fingers and asked.
The man on the ground shook his head and then continued to lie on the ground pretending to be dead.
"Then three, three, thirty taels?" The stumbling young man continued to test.
The man on the ground became even more impudent at this time. He turned over and lay on the ground and said, "Young man, I'm not going to get up."
"Five, five, fifty taels? Why don't you go and grab it? It's enough for me to drink tea for a year." The stumbling young man sprayed foam from his mouth and scolded the strong man in front of him. He didn't know what was happening in front of him.
Where does a strong man get the courage? This is obviously the rhythm of porcelain. Although the young man's father is the Minister of Household Affairs and his family is relatively wealthy, he also knows what money should be spent and what money should not be spent.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Hua, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, interrupted: "A pot of tea here is a hundred taels, a shady businessman." Of course, what Xiao Hua told was the truth, but her words offended both Wong Tai Sin and Keba Youth.
Wu Zheng originally thought that Huang Taixian would be very unhappy, or at least he should glare at him. But Wu Zheng guessed wrong again. At some point, the guy took out a roast chicken from the tea shed and was eating it happily. The so-called old man is not honest.
Sutra, maybe it’s someone like him he’s talking about.
When the stumbling young man heard this, he naturally didn't believe it and thought it was Xiaohua who was lying to him.
"Here, here, I'll give you fifty taels more." Finally, the stumbling young man seemed to have lost his patience and yelled at the burly man.
When the man heard that he wanted to add money, he immediately straightened up, got up cleanly from the ground, picked up the young man on his back and ran up the mountain. At this moment, the young man felt like he had been cheated, as if his IQ was being judged by someone.
I stepped on the ground a few times and it hurt a lot.
Xiaohua didn't waste any more time, and headed up the mountain with Wu Zheng and Luochen. Going up further, you could already see the top of the mountain, not far away. In fact, the color of the entire mountain was about the same.
, the same monotony, the same boring. Especially for three people like Wu Zheng who are used to seeing the white snow and have been dealing with it for more than a month, they have long been relieved.
It seems that Xiaohua no longer wants to compete for the first place, and he walked particularly gracefully the rest of the way. It is not difficult to get the first place. The easiest way is to fly up with Luochen and the two of them. But all the time, Xiaohua
He didn't do that either. Xiaohua walked slowly, and even Wu Zheng could easily overtake her.
He passed Xiaohua and ran in front of him. But Wu Zheng was not used to this. He was not used to being in front of others. Somehow, if there was someone in front of him and he followed him, Wu Zheng would be very adaptable. But if it was
If Wu Zheng is placed at the front, he will be a little confused and at a loss.
The strong man carried the stumbling young man on his shoulders and walked in front of Wu Zheng and the other three. Xiao Hua also followed behind. With the tricks of these two people, it was easy to judge where it was easier to climb.
Some. Even at this moment, Wu Zheng had to admire Xiaohua's many clever ideas.
The end is almost just ahead
. Wu Zheng could even see the excitement on the face of the stumbling young man in the distance. He wanted to jump off the cliff to be happy. The young man seemed to dislike the speed of the person below him for being too slow, so he jumped directly from above.
He jumped down and ran toward the finish line as if running for his life.
At the finish line, there were a few young Hanlin people chatting about their daily lives and talking about many interesting things they encountered in daily life. Some of them liked to brag, and they did not forget to show off to those who had passed the martial arts examination. And in these few days
The rear of the young Hanlin was already full of people. Of course, most of them were the wealthy children of Beiliang City. It was rare to see a few poor-looking ones. If there were, they were probably some who were serving their own family.
The young master’s servant.
"Two hundred and forty-eight, Hua Yuezhi." A Hanlin in charge of recording shouted loudly, and then handed Xiaohua a small wooden sign with the number two hundred and forty-eight engraved on it.
"Two hundred and forty-nine, Luochen." When Xiaohua passed the finish line, the man shouted again, followed by a small wooden sign of the same size and shape. And what was written on Luochen was the number two hundred and forty-nine.
After a long time, Xiaohua frowned, why was there no movement? It was strange, Wu Zheng was clearly following behind him just now, could it be that he fell to the bottom of the cliff? Wu Zheng looked back and saw that Wu Zheng was intact.
Standing intact, Xiaohua still felt a little disappointed in her heart and muttered: "Why didn't you fall?"
Wu Zheng found a snow-free ground near the finish line. To Xiaohua's surprise, he actually sat down. What was this guy going to do? Xiaohua finally felt a little nervous.
For the first time, I felt that I couldn’t understand Wu Zheng.
"Hey, can't you come up?" A young Hanlin asked in the direction of Wu Zheng.
"I'll wait a little longer." Wu Zheng shouted loudly, and then started playing with the snow on the ground.
No, this guy grabbed a snowball, wrapped it with rocks, and threw it in the direction of Xiaohua. "Fuck." Xiaohua, who had not yet reacted, suddenly enlarged her pupils and threw the snowball with one hand.
Block.
But Wu Zheng had stones wrapped in the snow. The snow naturally fell apart when it touched Xiao Hua's palm. But the stones really hurt. Wu Zheng, who was not far away, even heard Xiao Hua's screams.
, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
We all know Xiaohua’s temper. There is never an overnight grudge. Every grudge must be avenged, and it is often retaliated on the spot. At that moment, Wu Zheng closed his eyes and started counting in his heart.
One, two, three, four, five. When Wu Zheng counted to the number five, he suddenly opened his eyes. Sure enough, Xiaohua was standing in front of him with a fierce look, as if he wanted to eat you.
Wu Zheng had already guessed that this would happen, and he was not in a hurry to run away. After all, he couldn't run away. Instead of struggling pointlessly, it would be better to wait for death. Wu Zheng felt that he might be doing it all his life.
I am constantly being tested on the edge of death, and I will be beaten by Xiaohua for the rest of my life. Maybe I can just get used to it.
After being fanned for a while, Wu Zheng covered his face and was pulled by Xiaohua to get the small wooden sign. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to receive it. Because, it's hard to say. When Wu Zheng got the small wooden sign, a number deep
It hurt his heart deeply. He saw four big characters neatly engraved on the small wooden sign, two hundred and fifty.
Xiaohua was so happy that she couldn't let go of Wu Zheng's small wooden sign in her hand. She kept stroking it. No wonder Wu Zheng didn't want to receive the small wooden sign. It turned out to be his ranking, which was very meaningful. Two hundred
Fifty, Wu Zheng and Wu Zheng really want each other, and there is no one more suitable than him.
Wu Zheng didn't want to talk to Xiaohua, he knew he would be laughed at, and he knew it. This kind of ridicule from Xiaohua was far worse than a beating, and he felt uncomfortable. Wu Zheng glanced at Xiaohua angrily, and grabbed it as soon as he reached out his hand.
He took out the small wooden sign in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket with aggrievedness. It is estimated that Xiaohua can spend four or five years on this matter.
The martial arts test has almost come to an end. After that, the scholars dragged their exhausted bodies and crawled like snails. Some of them were not in good shape, just relying on the obsession in their hearts.
, and the breath in the mouth is fighting against the entire mountain.
This group of weak scholars are all top-notch experts when it comes to writing articles. Even when climbing mountains, they can occasionally throw out a few words from saints to encourage themselves. But this group of scholars,
I really don’t know how to climb this mountain.
Wu Zheng sat boredly on a large stone with smoothed edges, sighing as he looked at the weak scholars who kept rubbing against the ground. Of course, Wu Zheng did not feel sorry for these people, but felt sorry for them.
The clothes on the body.
Although all of these scholars were pale, their clothes were extremely luxurious. Thinking that he could sit down and comment on this group of people, Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel that he was full of culture.
The few Hanlin officials were already a little impatient. Although the scholars were close at hand, their speed was so slow. Some people had to take three breaths to climb a step, and even worse, they had to talk a lot.
The truth. Words that encourage you, such as "Heaven lowers the price and makes great decisions," or "Where there is a will, there is a way." These scholars must be too fragile in their hearts.
Of course, the beliefs of this group of scholars are not something anyone can insult casually. If Wu Zheng said something treasonous here, he absolutely believed that these scholars would beat him half to death and lay him on the ground to be ravaged.
Xiaohua, on the other hand, has no interest in these scholars and thinks that watching them is not interesting. It is better to close her eyes and rest. These bookworms have no cultivation and cannot even climb mountains. After a while, they will all have
Several students who were about to reach the finish line fell down and could not get up again. Xiaohua had become accustomed to seeing this and sighed without wanting to comment.
Xiaohua is also a scholar. He can confidently say that he has read more books than everyone else, including those few Hanlin. But now Xiaohua's physique is much stronger than that group of scholars. At least, he will not get sick.
Finally, the Hanlins on the finish line couldn't stand it anymore. It was getting dark, and there were still more than forty small wooden signs to be handed out. Helpless, the Hanlins had no choice but to unanimously decide to lower the finish line.
As a result, this miraculous operation actually lowered the finish line to halfway up the mountain, barely enough for 500 people.