MTL - Joy of Life-Chapter 13 Who is the old Xin who sells salt?

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Early in the morning, the birds screamed in the garden, and the people in the palace were cleaned and began to prepare breakfast. Now the daughter of Earl of Sinan, Miss Fan Ruoru has returned to Kyoto, so there is only one and a half masters left in the house, and there are not many things.

After all the things were done, Daxie Huaner went to Fan Fan to get up. Who knows that Fan Fan’s look was shocked, thinking that the little boy was seriously ill, and he was rushing to ask the doctor, who knows the doctor. First, after the investigation, I said that there is nothing wrong with it. I just don’t know what I have eaten recently. The fire is a bit heavy. I opened a few squares to nurse and then I will collect the money and leave.

Since Fei Jie came to Piaget, the original fan of the ancient Chinese style, Mr. Xi Xi, resigned. When the morning wind entered the room, Fei Jie looked at the little boy with two dark circles in front of him. Hehe screamed and said: "People say that the heart of a teenager is like a yang, and you don't know the bitterness of the world. What are you doing for you? I can't sleep well, even to alarm the doctor."

Fan spent a night thinking about it, but he still hasn't determined whether the infuriating body in the body should be practiced. Although his nature is to practice this nameless method as a game of entertainment for the unbridled life, if it involves life and death. Naturally, be cautious.

I slept too little, and I was a little bit stunned. Listening to Fei’s sentence, I didn’t know the bitterness of the human world. I subconsciously said: “You don’t know how to taste, you fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, give new words. Strongly say 愁. Now I know what I want to say, I want to say that I still have a rest.

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The study was quiet all at once, and there was no sound in the middle of the day. Fan hangs up and sleeps, and yawns: "Teacher, it was too late to sleep yesterday, don't be angry."

Fei Jie looked at him and subconsciously reached out to pick up his beard. Unexpectedly, he still took the tube of a quill in his hand and suddenly slammed it on his chin. He asked, "Never... just a few words... Who wrote it?"

"Old life of bitterness."

Fan did not think about it, and directly reported the name of Xin Qiji. Until this time, he understood what kind of mistake he had made.

Looking at Fei Shuang’s eyes with green light, Fan’s speech began to be unfavorable, and he stuttered: “Lao Xin was a two-way trafficker who collected sea salt from the west of the city last month.”

"Oh, it’s a good one. A businessman can make this text and don’t know what the name is.”

"Xin... abandon the disease" Fan sneaked a sneak peek.

Fei Jie's expression has returned to normal, began to class, in addition to the entry of bio-drugs, he also has to teach other courses, teaching tasks are somewhat heavy.

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After lunch at noon and returning to the bedroom, Fan Xi finally began to face the complicated problem. In the end, is the overbearing and dangerous instinct being practiced or not? He held the yellow book in his hand and began to swear.

But before that, the first thing he should be guilty of was the words that he had accidentally practiced in the study.

The ugly slaves and the middle of the book Boshan Road, this is a word that Xin Qiji’s words have become warm and sorrowful. Fan Xian is naturally familiar, but he just read it out, but never thought of how much trouble he would bring to himself. I just don’t know the name of Hu’s book, and I’ve deceived Mr. Fei Jie. However, looking at the expression of Fei Jie at that time, it should be a letter, the original author is a merchant who sells sea salt.

Fan Xian has no moral cleanliness, and he does not think that it is a disgusting thing to copy the predecessors' poems. In his view, since these poems are only things that they know, if they are not used, they are equivalent to violent things.

In the first few years of coming to the world, he had enough time to think about how he could survive in this world. Wen Gonggong had a promising job, he did not hesitate to enter his plan, and firmly occupied it. The glorious status of the top three.

At the time of conceiving this paragraph, Fan Xian has been hypnotizing himself: he is not a yeast, he is a communicator of the cultural heritage of the earth, a retainer, a great sharingist.

But he didn't want to copy it like this. He didn't want to copy it at this moment. In his imagination, at least he wrote something, and he had to use the names of the ancestors in the world as pen names.

Just like in today's study, a five-year-old child wants to copy, you also go to the first white hair floating green water of Luo Binwang, goose goose, how happy it is, more in line with the prodigy in your plan w child.

At a young age, if you just swear, "I want to say that I still have a rest, but it is a cool autumn." This word is no longer a child prodigy, it is a Tianshan nursery rhyme - the appearance is too, but there are three hundred and six Fifteen cracks, each crack on the book spring, summer, autumn and winter four words, vicissitudes to demon.

Fan Xian thought about these things, but on the other hand, according to the biological clock that has stabilized in the past few years, Meimei slept in the past, and began to meditate in the dream to practice the infuriating and incompetent infuriating in Fei Jie.

That is, from this day, Fan has accepted his life. Since sleeping is a practice, then practice it.

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When Fan took a nap, Teacher Fei Jie continued to write the letter that was not finished last night in his room.

There are a few lines of handwriting on the letterhead that have been dried up, which should have been left last night.

"...this child is beautiful, courageous, intelligent, persevering, mature, and if all five-year-old boys in Qi State stand together, he will definitely hide at the end of the crowd, but also It will be discovered as soon as possible. Judging from the relationship with this year, it is most appropriate for him to inherit the family property of the master in the future, but it is a pity that his identity is the biggest problem..."

This is the end of the writing. When he wrote it last night, Fan Xian began to ask him questions about infuriating.

Fei Jie sighed and thought about the words in the study room that listened to Fan’s thoughts in the morning. He fixed his mind and began to write on the stationery: "...when you want to say it, but it’s cool. Recently, the ancient Chinese language has been declining, and it is hard to believe that it is written by a businessman. It is hard to believe that it was written by a businessman. And the little master responded at the time, and his eyes were slightly panicked. I have rarely seen the process of getting along in the year. The biggest problem is that I stayed with him every day, and I don’t know when Xin Qiji was secretly meeting with him."

At the end of the letter, he re-interpreted: "Let Dongshan Road people check, who is the sea salt merchant named Xin Qiji, and what is the reason for contact with the little master, why is the little master panicked by these words? Things are very urgent and quick."

Write down the signature of the deformation, and pay for it.

A few days later, the Kyoto Inspectorate began sending secret agents to look for a sea salt merchant. As a result, many private salt dealers were found, and several high-ranking officials in the eastern part of the country were degraded. The results were remarkable, but the businessman who surnamed Xin was never found. According to the rumors in Kyoto, the dean of the Inspectorate, who was afraid of all the people in the world, was very angry because of the incident. The whole court was fined in March, and the secret agents snatched the world and witnessed the fierce light.

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God bless this world... also called the poor man of Xin Qiji.

(Please read the book and concentrate on voting. Don't post back to those things. Crossing the poems has always been called big poison, but I like to watch it most. This kind of fun has always been the same since the search for Qin, loyal, smiling and wet. : There is no doubt that the poems that Fan Fei copied are all the best in the world.

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