Zigong and I are both from Xiaqiu County, Shanyang County. He is probably the most greedy and stubborn man here.But, I just love him. The first time I saw the young Zigong was when I was traveling in Juyeze. That day was the third day of March, and the Liujing Taoji was full of spring.Thousands of hectares of blue waves in Juye Ze, stretching as far as the eye can see, is the big lake here, and it is also a place where people in Xiaqiu County like to visit.At that time, we were strolling along the shore, and saw many women surrounding a man's ox cart, making bursts of exclamations.I felt curious, and under the protection of several strong domestic servants, I also squeezed into the crowd to watch. I saw a man in sackcloth sitting on a broken ox cart playing the flute, with a self-righteous look.I could only see his silhouette, but my heart suddenly tightened. I had never seen such a handsome man.Suddenly, I had a strange feeling in my heart.When I squeezed out of the crowd, I quickly asked around: "Who is this person?"

"His name is Chen Tang. He is from Leshouli near our house. Leshouli is full of scoundrels. It's normal for Mr. Le to have never seen him." Chen Tang, I remember, when I was young, I studied with him in the county school for several months.How did he become a rascal, and become so handsome, he actually lived in Leshouli.I sigh. I know very well what kind of place Leshouli is. It is only one street away from Fuguili where my family lives, but the disparity between rich and poor is so great.The inner walls of our Fuguili are made of thick blue bricks, and each block is stamped with two big seal characters of "Changyi".Yes, they were all bought from the bustling Changyi County, and each one cost three five baht coins on average.However, the inner wall of their Leshouli is a pitiful rammed earth wall, which is very layered. Each layer of rammed earth is separated by hay and sorghum leaves. Floating in the wind, like the weathered fragments of a mummy, jagged and terrifying.You can imagine the difference between the two of us from the wall here.

The identities of the people living in our house are complex, there are wealthy businessmen, high-ranking officials, magistrates, heroes, and some unknown origins but inexplicably wealthy guys, most of whom have white and delicate skin.However, in the house where Zigong lives, there are peddlers who lead cars to sell pulp, sluts who have nothing to do with property, ex-convicts who always have indentations of torture instruments on their foreheads, ex-officials who took stolen goods, and people whose wealth is less than ten thousand yuan. Poor ghosts, etc., almost all of them are covered with black skin that can never be washed clean.I remember when we were young, we went to the county to learn calligraphy together. As long as we told each other where we lived, the wealth and poverty of each family would be clearly revealed.It was a brutal moment for those poor kids, and I could see the shame on their faces that were blood red.However, there is one exception, and he is Zi Gong.

At that time, he had no words, and others called him "Xiao Tang".Every time he uttered the words "Leshouli" aloud, his face never changed.Therefore, without hesitation, everyone thought he was a shameless child.At that time, I secretly felt that people who can be so shameless may not be mediocre.Now that he has grown up so much, he is unexpectedly handsome. I fell in love with him at that moment, you have to admit that there is such a thing as love at first sight.I can't help but hate my father but sneer at him. My father's name is Le Wannian. This is the name of a person who echoes what others say. There are probably no less than thousands of people with the same name in Xiaqiu Country. They are all dreaming of immortality.Of course, his surname is better. Others pray for ten thousand years, maybe they just want to live on, but he is not only ten thousand years, but also happy.Indeed, our family is rich, and he has no reason to be unhappy.

Every morning, my father would dress carefully in the hall, and my mother would hold a bronze mirror to face him, and a fat middle-aged man would appear in the bronze mirror immediately, looking left and right, winking and coquettish.My mother smiled at him from behind the mirror, eyes full of tenderness and appreciation, obviously very proud of her husband.I really can't figure out what to be proud of such an old man with bulging cheeks like a hamster.It's a bit disrespectful for me to describe my father like this, but I really hate him. He raised me from birth, but restricted me from interacting with the person I love. How can I not resent him?I watched in a daze as he carefully opened the embroidery pouch hanging behind his elbow, twisted out a long strip of copper seal, sighed as usual, wiped it a few times with a silk scarf, and put it back into the embroidery pouch. Then he carefully smoothed a few strands of yellow ribbon on the seal button, letting them swing down obediently and neatly.Then he strode into the yard and shouted: "Drive, I'm going to the county court to serve as Cao Zhishi." He was always so complacent.

I looked at his back and curled my lips. Isn't he just a well-ranked man with a half-passed seal? What's there to be proud of? Do you feel tired after doing such tedious work every morning?I lowered my head, picked up the carved silver spoon and continued to eat my millet, but there was no taste in my mouth at all. This is my favorite drink, but when I thought that Zigong would not be able to drink such a delicious thing, I felt in my heart. Not happy at all. My mother sent my father out of the inner door, turned around and walked straight towards me. She knelt down in front of me, patted my shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Ying'er, don't blame your father for being cruel. Chen Tang's little Zhuzi is too poor, and he doesn't want to start a business, and he has a lame poor father. Tell me, can we rest assured that you will marry him?"

"That's because you haven't seen his value yet." I blurted out, "Why don't you follow the example of Lu Gong from Shanfu County, even Xu Ling from Waihuang County. But you are short-sighted and only want to follow Linqiong The footsteps of the grandson of the county Zhuo Wang." They all know the deeds of Lu Gong and Xu negative, and they are also familiar with Zhuo Wangsun's jokes.My mother was choked by me. She sighed thoughtfully, "But that Chen Tang is not Emperor Gao, nor Prime Minister Chen, and he can't even be Sima Xiangru. Think about what he did last year, Does he look like a promising person? If we recruit him as a son-in-law, how can we still hold our heads up in this small Xiaqiu County?"

My face also became a little hot for a moment. What my mother mentioned was the incident of the sacrificial shrine, and my son's behavior was indeed a bit ridiculous.