Inside the house, the elder sister was still minding her own business, making tea and simply treating the young man's wounds in the middle of the night.
The young man didn't speak, and naturally he didn't talk much in the middle of the night. My sister, who had been exposed to tea ceremony since she was a child and believed in "cooking tea without saying a word", would not take the initiative to speak until she finished drinking Tangming, which is a common sight in street stalls. The atmosphere here is a bit depressing.
After treating the man's wounds in the middle of the night, the boy didn't react. Even in this warm room, the cold winter weather, which required him to wear more layers, didn't seem to have any effect on him. He put on the tattered burlap clothes. Walk towards the door.
Obviously, from the perspective of the third watch, my sister, who usually follows the steps and makes tea step by step and patiently according to the rules, even if the sky falls, seems to be a little faster today. At least after Guan Gong patrols the city, he can directly warm the jade hotbed. Saved several steps.
"Please stay." My sister greeted me.
This time the young man stopped directly without looking back and asked: "Is something wrong?"
"If you're not in a hurry, you might as well sit down and have a cup of tea and talk to us siblings about how much hatred you have with the second young master of the Han family." As he spoke, my sister had changed the tea dish and started again. After making pots and washing cups, I also added some firewood to the stove at midnight and burned the water just drawn from the well.
"It's none of your business what grudges I have against him." The young man said in a very strong tone, "I will thank you very much for your help today. Farewell." As he said that, he tilted towards the two siblings. He cupped his fists, showing a bit of heroic spirit. But in the eyes of the third watch, this man didn't draw the right gourd or gourd. Men bowed with their left hand behind their right hand, but this man did the opposite. It was obvious that he was just following the same pattern.
"If you don't say it, don't say it. But since I'm here, I'm going to drink this cup of tea. Are you afraid that I'll poison the tea?" As he spoke, his hands were not idle, even if he couldn't see it, he was very nervous. With skillful techniques, he naturally took the kettle from his brother's hand, washed the tea, scalded it, poured it into the pot and put it back into the pot. The oolong entered the palace and hung the pot high, which really gave him a fairy spirit.
However, in that person's eyes, my sister's trick of making people spend millions of money just for a sip of fragrant tea was really like burning the harp and boiling cranes while playing the harp for an ox. For people like the young man, it was just a waste of time.
However, what his sister said fell on this man's ears, and he actually defeated an army. "I, Marquis Bo Jin, have lived for eighteen years and I really have nothing to fear." After saying this, the man with a golden sword sat across from his sister.
Midnight laughed secretly in her heart. My sister had a good grasp on this person. As expected, people with well-developed limbs are simple-minded.
This young man who calls himself Bo Jinhou is sitting opposite his sister, working on the third watch. Even so, he can't clearly see his original appearance under the dirt on his face. His eyes are quite energetic, but this lazy look ruins them. What others say about him.
"Pour tea!" Bo Jinhou said to his sister with a golden knife. This refreshing look actually made San Geng give him another three points of evaluation.
The elder sister chuckled lightly, rolled up her Yun sleeves, and seemed to be murmuring, and seemed to be explaining to Bo Jinhou, "Taking tea requires calmness. You can't be in a hurry, and you can't be slow. There is also knowledge in boiling water. Fish eyes are better than crab eyes. Health. Only when the pot is hung high can the tea leaves be broken open and the aroma inside be stimulated. There is particularity in pouring the tea. Guan Gong patrols the city first, and Han Xin orders the troops later. No one can lose. There is a way to serve tea, three dragons protect the tripod, and Zhaojun goes out of the fortress. "
He was talking with his mouth and doing it with his hands, but Bo Jinhou was stunned for a moment. If it weren't for those glassy eyes, Bo Jinhou wouldn't have believed to death that the blind girl in front of him could pour the water into the teapot and the teacup without any deviation, so that when the cup of tea was handed to him, Bo Jinhou couldn't believe it. Jinhou was still staring in a daze with his two big eyes.
"Tea, please."
With one word, Bo Jinhou was brought back from his daze. He took the green-glazed tureen that was very common in streets and alleys with a little embarrassment, and drank it with a slurp.
"Refreshing." My sister praised him, and then said, "He should be a refreshing person who drinks a lot of wine and eats meat. Drinking this weak tea that wastes time really ruins the scenery."
"That is to say, life is a happy life. It's really uncomfortable to drink shabby tea and still have ink stains like a girl." Bo Jinhou pretended to be mature and patted the table as if he had met at a late date. But then I thought again, didn't the blind girl opposite just do what she called "uncomfortable" work? For a moment I didn't know how to continue.
It seemed that my sister didn't care about his unobtrusive words, and quite agreed: "It's a good saying that people can live happily in this world. These eight words make it clear." After saying that, he turned to the side and looked at the three sisters who were surprised. San Geng, who made this young man so happy with just two words, continued, "Go get the wine. We should have a few drinks."
Opposite me, Bo Jinhou had a silly smile on his face, and his already particularly bright eyes were as energetic as a wolf after seeing meat. San Geng had to admire his sister's thoughtfulness. Although she was blind, she had such a good way of communicating with people. , it is definitely not comparable to others.
My sister's drinking capacity seems to have been inherited from her alcoholic father just like myself. Whether it is Luo Shenjiang that ordinary people can drink, or Penglai Niang that can only be drunk under the glazed tiles and green eaves of the capital, I have never seen it before. She was drunk once.
The wine was of course the cheapest Roselle wine, and there were no dishes or dishes. The three of them just drank from tureens. Bo Jinhou drank a glass of wine, which made San Geng feel more favorable to him.
"Little brother, do you know why this Luo Shenjiang is the cheapest wine in our Zhou Dynasty?" Or maybe for some reason, my sister had nothing to say to chat with Bo Jinhou. Although this Luo Shenjiang is cheap and ordinary, it is very powerful. Drinking three bowls in a row will make most people feel drunk. From the sound of Bo Jinhou's breath, it seemed that he had a pretty good drink capacity.
"Although I have known for a long time that Luo Shenjiang is cheap, if you ask me why it is cheap, I really don't know." After Bo Jinhou drank the wine, he let down his guard a little. This is the nature of this wine. No matter how strange the relationship is, it only takes a few glasses of wine to make it more familiar. "I usually drink some of the leftover wine from the rich people with them, but I can't taste it well. I don't know whether the wine is good or bad." He is prone to gaffes after drinking. I started to talk more without realizing it. In less than half an hour, Bao Jinhou had gone from being initially wary to now talking.
San Geng had to admire her sister for her skill in speaking.
"The koji is made from wheat from Guanzhong, and the water from Luo River is used to steam the wine. Guanzhong, especially along the Luo River, has a suitable climate. Wheat can be ripened two seasons a year, and it is fermented with some reeds. The wine is made with some Guanzhong. People's heroic spirit is opened and closed, heated and fermented by external forces, and steamed at high temperatures. Therefore, although the aroma of this wine is gentle, it has great staying power. It also saves a lot of effort, which is why it is so cheap."
The elder sister eloquently explained how to make the Luoshen wine in just a few words, which made Marquis Bo Jin wonder if this blind girl had made wine before.
"I'm just a rough man. I don't understand or understand these twists and turns." Bo Jinhou raised his head and drank the wine that had just been filled for him in the middle of the night. He let out a long breath of alcohol, and his eyes twitched when he lowered his head. Tears, and then he took the wine bottle and filled it up, and poured it into his throat again, as if he wanted to pour back the tears. "What about drinking and drinking tea? From the perspective of people like us, this is what we drink to quench our thirst and satisfy our greed." After saying this, he drank another bowl.
After drinking three bowls in a row, plus the three bowls just now, Bo Jinhou's face was already leaking drunkenness, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter under the light.
"My little brother also said that life is a happy life, but why are you so petty?" My sister reached for the wine bottle, followed the sound of Bao Jinhou putting the bowl just now, groped for him and filled it up again, and said, "Drink. You should also come here happily, if you use wine to relieve your sorrow, then your sorrow will really become worse, and the drinking will get to your head."
Bo Jinhou was aroused by his sister's words and was silent for a while, but his sister was thinking about how to get him out of words again.
"This person will live a lifetime, and most of his troubles will be gone in the past. Like you did tonight, even if you go to see Han Youyu, what will be the result? Take it lightly, like the tea just now, after three brews The flavor of the tea is gone and the color is lighter. Just like the pot of Luo Shenjiang we drank, no matter how strong the stamina is, it will be gone as soon as you sleep and wake up. When will you repay grievances? I think I am not the same person as Han Youyu. What did you end up with when you went to see him tonight? It was just a beating and you suffered a loss." As if she was using wine as water to quench her thirst after talking too much, my sister took a sip of wine in the tureen and said again: "How much hatred does it have to be like this?"
"You know what the heck!" Bo Jinhou slammed the table with a loud bang, gnashing his teeth, startling the man next to him who was drinking alone in the middle of the night.
If this was normal, my sister would definitely not be able to sit still if she was treated like this in the middle of the night, but now she acted as if nothing was wrong. She just stretched out her feet under the table and touched her, not knowing what to remind her.
"Could it be that the hatred for killing his father and taking away his wife is still the same?"
My sister added fuel to the fire at the right time.
The clenching sound of Bo Jinhou's right fist was like grinding steel teeth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and he said bitterly: "It's as powerful as killing your father!"
The heat has arrived.
The elder sister remained calm and did not speak. She knew that Bo Jinhou would tell the story.
Bo Jinhou raised his head and poured the bowl of wine. When he lowered his head, tears came down. He just suppressed his sobs and said, "He killed my aunt."
Minding his own business, Bo Jinhou filled another bowl and told the whole story with red eyes.
Bo Jinhou is eighteen years old this year and his ancestral home is southern Xinjiang. Back then, he was a wealthy and wealthy family in his hometown. Three generations of his ancestors were all engaged in business, and their family wealth was also strong. Unexpectedly, the family fortune of his father's generation was in decline. When he was five years old, his father used the last bits of scrapped family fortune to start a business partnership with others. Unexpectedly, he was defrauded of all his capital and profits. I owed hundreds of taels to foreigners, and even when I sold my property, I still couldn't pay it off.
Creditors frequently came to collect debts. Bo Jinhou's father suffered a stroke and passed away before he could breathe. How could the family pay off so many debts, leaving an orphan and a widow? The creditors were also cruel and sued the whole family to the government. . According to Dazhou law, if one is unable to repay a debt, the punishment will be based on the amount of the debt. However, the Bo family had too much foreign debt, and the whole family had to work as slaves and use the money from selling themselves to pay off the debt.
After Bo Jinhou's father died, only Bo Jinhou, his mother, and his father's concubines were left. His mother later became a slave and felt uncomfortable. In addition, she worked day and night, and the whole situation became a nightmare. Living in a different place, he lost his life, leaving Bo Jinhou and his aunt Bai Shi to depend on each other.
The aunt regarded Bo Jinhou as her own child, and waited for the child to grow up and become successful, and to bring back the glory of the past for the Bo family and to honor the ancestors. After going through this for several years, the Bai family was very tactful in life, and somehow managed to get involved with the Song family, a famous plutocrat in Jiangnan Road. With a little bit of good looks, she managed to make a name for herself and became a famous person in history. The shopkeeper of the Red Mansion in Chengnu is, to put it bluntly, the madam.
When other people become madams, they all start from the lowest level. I don’t know how many customers they have accompanied and how many hardships they suffered before becoming a master. That aunt was the person in charge of the Song family in Lixia City, and she had been willing to be a concubine for several years before she got into such a position. I never thought that even if I was standing next to the big tree of the Song family, I would get into such a situation.
Han Youyu wanted to have a fight with the aunt. Although the aunt was a ruined woman, she was also a strong woman. She refused to obey even if she was forced to die. However, Han Youyu was thrown from the second floor to death unexpectedly.
Bo Jinhou went to the Song family to file a complaint. Originally, the person in charge of the Song family in Lixia City wanted to see which family's short-sighted young master dared to disturb the Song family, but when they heard the name of Wudang, they Backed off. After hastily dealing with the aunt's funeral affairs, he found an excuse to drag Bo Jinhou with him, and then weighed and thought again and again, thinking that "a servant is ruthless and an actor is unrighteous". Even the Song family would not fight with the Han family for a brothel girl. Fall out. In addition, the Han family had come to apologize in the previous day, and the strange things left behind also made the head of the Song family give up his plan to stand up for the aunt.
Bo Jinhou went to see the person in charge of the Song family after noon, but was sent away in a hurry. The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. After asking several servants of the Song family, I finally understood the reason. In anger, Bo Jinhou scolded the head of the Song family, but he still couldn't get rid of his anger. Then he got angry and raised the issue. Chaidao went to Yang Mansion to find Han Youyu.
Although Bao Jinhou was young, he was not stupid. He thought that he would not even be able to enter the main gate of Yang Mansion, but he had no choice but to walk around and around the perimeter of Yang Mansion, just thinking I hope I can wait until Han Youyu comes out.
Although this method was stupid, it really worked. By coincidence, Bo Jinhou waited for Han Youyu who was about to go out for fun at nightfall, and without saying a word, he took out the hatchet and went up.
After that aunt gained some qualifications with the head of the Song family in Lixia City, she arranged a leisurely job for Bo Jinhou, who was already thirteen or fourteen years old, to deliver goods between Lixia City and the Song family clan in Jiangnan Road. , after four or five years, I have gained a lot of strength.
No matter how you say it, you can say that your brute strength is brute strength. Compared with Han Youyu, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, he is far behind him. He failed to succeed in a sneak attack, but was beaten severely by Han Youyu and the Yang family nurse who came after hearing the news. This led to the incident that the siblings just heard about in the middle of the night.
When Bo Jinhou said that he was so angry, it was as if he wanted to eat Han Youyu alive, which was enough to show how much he hated Han Youyu, and it was also easy to see that his aunt was really good to him.
"This revenge must be avenged."
My sister was still pondering something, and she said something in the middle of the night.
Bao Jinhou wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He seemed to feel that it was a bit shameful for him, a majestic man, to shed tears in front of outsiders. He said forcefully: "I feel better if I find someone to tell you. It's getting late now, so I won't disturb you two." Rest." As he spoke, Bo Jinhou stood up.
"We will avenge this revenge for you."
My sister's words startled me in the middle of the night. Is it possible that this bodhisattva-hearted sister is overflowing with compassion again?
"I don't need others to interfere with my own revenge." Bo Jinhou said firmly, "If you can't take revenge in one day, then two days; if you can't take revenge in one year, then two years. I can't let my aunt's death be in vain!"
As if she had expected what Bo Jinhou would say, her sister said, "I didn't say I would go find Han Youyu for you. You must do your own thing."
Just as he was about to go out, Bo Jinhou was stunned. He felt that he really couldn't keep up with the thoughts of the blind girl in front of him.
"Let my brother teach you kung fu."
My sister was stunned by what she said in the third night. She seemed to be an outsider and just said one sentence from beginning to end. How could she be dragged into it?
"Revenge requires skill."
My sister spoke in a serious manner, as if an old scholar was lecturing a child who had just entered school, as if she had to eat and drink to live.
Bo Jinhou sneered and said nothing about what the blind girl said. After all, the younger brother mentioned by the girl in front of him does not seem to be a martial artist. If he said that he was a scholar, Bo Jinhou would be more trustworthy.
"What can you learn in just three to five years of studying Kung Fu? What can your little brother teach me? I'd rather waste this time thinking of ways to kill Han Youyu."
"What a child's idea." My sister smiled, the corners of her eyes were really beautiful, "There's no need for so much time."
"My brother is on the third watch. There is a son in the Ye family who watches the third watch at night."
Just like when she was praised by her private school teacher when she was young, my sister was smiling and proud.
