With a command, the other three Qingjiao official pulled out the sword from his waist and walked towards the boy, with chills in his eyes. Looking at the boy was like a hungry beast that had been seeing food for a long time.

One of the Qing'ao stings took a few steps and deliberately stepped on the book that fell on the snow. The young man immediately got up and rushed towards the Qing'ao stings and said, "You foolish official, don't step on my book."

"ah--"

The Qingjiao official who was stepping on the book immediately screamed and looked down. The young man hugged his left leg of the book, and bit him hard.

"You bastard dares to bite your official."

The Qingjiao official was furious and gritted his teeth and stabbed the knife in his hand on the back. When Yang Laoshi saw that his grandson was about to be killed by the upside down, he immediately shouted in despair.

"No, sir!"

As soon as the sound of despair came out, Yang Laoshi saw the movements of the Qingjiao official stopped, and the knife in his hand stopped less than an inch from the young man's back.

As his eyes moved up, Yang Laoshi saw an extremely subtle blood mark on the neck of the Qing-coated clerk. Suddenly the blood mark expanded and blood oozed out.

This Qingjiao stinger is dead!

The Qing'ao Lieutenant died, and the knife in his hand was about to take off. The tip of the knife was aimed at the boy's back. Once the knife was removed, the knife would definitely hurt the boy.

The other two Qing'ao officials were immediately panicked when they saw their companions die, and hurriedly looked for the person who took action: "Who is it? He actually killed the officials of the court. Is it about to rebel?"

No one responded to the intimidation and barking of the two Qingjiao stingers.

The knife took off his hand, and suddenly, a figure flashed and touched the knife. The figure was moving. The two green-clad officials had already smeared their necks by the knife and fell on the snow, and the blood stained the white snow.

The leading Qing'ao official saw that something was wrong, turned around and wanted to escape, but just as he was about to move, the knife was already on his neck, making him dare not move at all, and his heart was filled with endless fear.

Fear surged from the bottom of his heart, his legs became weak, and the arrogance just now also pulled away from his bones. With a plop, he knelt directly on the snow and kept begging for mercy.

"Uncle, please spare your life!"

However, no one paid attention to his begging for mercy, including the breath wind that was placing a knife around his neck.

The Qing'ao official died, and the young man hurriedly let go, picked up the book from the snow, slapped off the snow and stains on it, and protected it tightly in his arms, as if he was protecting some treasure.

Under Qiu Yun's escort, Lin Mo walked over slowly. He first came to the bun stall that was kicked over. In front of Yang Zhenren, he put the remaining two unscattered buns into the bags containing the buns one by one.

There were sixteen hot big meat buns, and they were packed with two bags.

He held two bags of buns in his arms, took out one and handed it to Qiu Yun, took out another one, and walked to the boy as he ate it, looking at the boy's hen's cub-protecting appearance: "Do you like books very much?"

The boy got up, looked up at Lin Mo, especially Lin Mo's eyes that looked like starry night. After a long time of stunnedness, he nodded slowly.

"Yes, I like reading very much. Books are too expensive. This is the only book in my family!"

Looking at Lin Mo who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and eating buns, the boy did not feel inferior at all. On the contrary, he had a sense of neither humility nor arrogant in his eyes. He did not dodge his eyes when he stared at Lin Mo, and his eyes were extremely beautiful.

Gantiancheng's books are very expensive, and this is true. A book costs at least one silver leaf. One silver leaf is enough for families like Yang Hushen who can't even afford to wear winter clothes, three months' income.

Of course, if Yang Hushi made the buns into "stewed buns" and then mentioned the price, their lives would be much better. At least they could wear a decent winter clothes and not wear a single summer clothes.

Looking at the boy who was trembling due to the cold, Lin Mo first handed the bun bag to Qiu Yun, and then put the cloak that had untied himself on the boy. The boy subconsciously hid and looked at Lin Mo in fear.

Lin Mo looked at his snow quilt and cloak. The embroidery on it was extremely exquisite, and even the fur was of high quality. It was produced by the royal workshop of the Yan Kingdom and had extraordinary value.

Lin Mo smiled helplessly: It turned out that this child was afraid that he would dirty his snow quilt and cloak and could not compensate him.

"It's okay, I don't want you to compensate, don't worry." Lin Mo stepped forward and put the snow quilt cloak on the young man whose little face was red from cold.

This time, the boy did not hide anymore.

Just as he put on a cloak for the young man, Lin Mo turned around and saw Qiu Yun take out another bun. After blanching his eyes, Qiu Yun hurriedly took back two bags of buns, took out another bun and started eating.

Putting on the snow quilt and cloak, the boy's body stopped trembling anymore. The boy felt a warm current that had never been seen before surged from the bottom of his heart, surrounding his whole body, and his whole body was warm.

He walked back to the boy while eating a hot big meat bun. Lin Mo looked at him with a smile and said in a negotiated tone: "Can you lend me your book?"

The boy looked at his book with great care and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo took a look and called it "Collected Poetry". He saw that the book had turned yellow and turned a few more pages, and the pages inside were also damaged. It seemed that the book had been read by a young man countless times.

"You didn't teach you the gentleman, did you?"

"Yes." The boy nodded: "The family is poor and I don't have money to go to a private school and study with my husband."

"Who taught you how to read?"

"My dad, but dad died of illness four years ago."

After returning the book to the young man, Lin Mo pondered slightly.

This is not surprising. Although this young man has the intention of studying, it is obvious that the book he bought is very inappropriate. "The Collection of Poetry" is a bit like a book of heaven for a child who may not even recognize the words.

If a knowledgeable gentleman taught him, the books in his hand should not be "A Collection of Poetry", but should be some entry-level books and some basic and concise books.

After pondering, Lin Mo looked at the boy who was also looking at him and smiled and said, "You are not studying like this. Your method of studying is wrong. You should first read some basic books, and read the sentences and the writing style is simpler and clearer."

As he said that, Lin Mo handed the boy a hot big meat bun: "Reading is the same as being a human being. These two items are like building a house. The foundation must be straight so that the top will not be crooked. Only when the foundation is good can we read books well, and only when we are a human being can we be a real person and have a real temperament."

As he said that, Lin Mo pointed to the book in the boy's arms: "It's like your "Collected Poetry" is a good book, but you may not be able to recognize all the words in it, right? Also, it contains too many people's temperaments. If you don't have a good gentleman explains it to you, your temperament will be biased."

The boy's eyes lit up immediately, and then he felt a little sad.

This thick book was bought by my grandfather for nearly a year, so I didn’t have the money to buy other books. And when I heard the words of the older brother in front of me, it seemed that I only needed to read a lot of books.

Lin Mo naturally saw why the boy's expression changed like this. On the boy's head, Lin Mo said lightly: "I heard your grandfather calls you Shi Tou. Your name is Yang Shi Tou. Is there three thousand books in my mansion that I can lend you."

Yang Shitou's eyes lit up immediately, but then dimmed again. He quickly shook his head and said, "I can't ask for your book. When my father was still alive, he said that it was a villain who was doing it for nothing, not a gentleman."

Eat the bun in one bite, Lin Mo smiled and said, "So, I have a condition! Because I love books, I can lend them directly to you, but you can borrow them and copy them."

As he said that, Lin Mo took out another flying money with a denomination of ten gold leaves from his arms: "Please take this money, buy some blank books and pens, and then congratulate your grandfather on buying a few winter clothes."

Yang Shitou glanced at the amount above, was startled and did not dare to reach out to pick it up. He shook his head and said, "I can't ask for it!"

Seeing this, Lin Mo smiled again and said, "Of course, did I give it to you, but lent it to you. When you grow up, you will have to pay it back twice, and you will have to pay it back ten times. What do you think?"

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Shitou put away Fei Qian, untied the snow quilt and cloak on his body, held it in both hands, and knelt in front of Lin Mo: "Shitou will always remember the great kindness of sir."

At this time, Yang Laoshi also ran over and knelt in front of Lin Mo. Although he didn't know what Lin Mo gave his grandson, he knew that it must be something that helped his grandson study with peace of mind.

Lin Mo took the snow quilt and cloak and put it on his body, stretched out his hand to help his grandfather and grandson up: "Old man, stone, get up quickly. The weather is so cold. Hurry up and go for two winter clothes."

The grandfather and grandson stood up, Lin Mo turned around and was about to leave, Yang Shitou, who had trembled again, called him: "Sir, can you tell Shitou your name?"

"You will know soon." Lin Mo answered mysteriously and walked to Xiang Xifeng. At this time, Qiu Yun walked to Yang Laoshi: "Uncle Yang, please send two hundred buns to Lin Mansion on Qiandong Street every two days from tomorrow, every two days, at the beginning of Chen Housing (05:00), where someone will pay you."

After hearing Qiu Yun's words, the onlookers and stall owners were immediately shocked. They finally knew who the luxuriously dressed young man in front of them was? That was the storied figure in the imperial capital, the dignified first-rate Daqian Shangqing.

After listening to the discussions of people around him, Yang Shitou immediately became full of admiration and respect for Lin Mo. Now he knew that he should work harder and that he must not let down the expectations of the Shangqing Lord.

Seeing the young man walking towards him, the youngest Shangqing in the rumored history of the empire, the leading Qingjiao official was even more panicked, and his head was knocking one after another, begging for mercy.

After a kowtow, a team of soldiers from the security battalion came after hearing the "murder case". The leader of the team leader had met Lin Mo when he was searching Guixiang Tower that day, so he hurriedly led his subordinates to pay tribute to him.

Lin Mo didn't want to pay attention to the leading Qing'ao official, so he handed him over to the team leader, turned around and looked at Yang Shitou: "By the way, Shitou, as a man, he must not only be able to be literary, but also be able to carry a gun and jump off the horse."

After saying that, Lin Mo led Xifeng and Qiu Yun to leave here.
Chapter completed!