I will help you if I sacrifice my life...

Until Wang Fulin left the magistrate's magistrate and planned to visit He Xinyin at the inn, this sentence seemed to echo in his ears. He tightened his scarf with some distress, let his hands warm, but his heart was in a mess. When Xiaobei said this, he clearly saw Ye Junyao's face as if he was surprised and saw a ghost, while Mrs. Su was both angry and funny. Ye Mingyue burst out laughing, but the person involved in the words himself did not understand. He looked around and wanted others to explain why he had such a serious reaction.

Can girls say such things as giving their lives?

Wang Fulin shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his mood was really relaxed. After all, Hu Zongxian's affairs were also going smoothly. After all, he had to work hard in the court, so he didn't need a young scholar to intervene. Seeing that the end of the year was approaching, although there were still some things to do, such as the rice guild with grain merchants, such as the Green Field Book Garden and the West Garden Yashe, compared to the daily effort to compete with others, he did not find these real careers at all, but felt very excited. This is the life that people should live!

The inn where He Xinyin stayed in was not with Mao Kun and Shen Mingchen. Even so, he just said to the clerk. The young man who was about the same age as Ye Qinglong immediately looked him up and down for a while, then asked carefully: "Do you dare to ask if it's Wang Xiaoguan?"

"Yes, it's me."

The young man was almost grinning at the ears, and immediately smiled and led the way. He kept muttering all the way, "Mr. He told me to get up early. If Mr. Wang comes, he must take him to see him as soon as possible without reporting. The young man has been a clerk in this inn for three years. He used to be an apprentice with someone, and the young man has three brothers in his family..."

The words before were normal and reasonable, but Wang Fulin felt something was wrong as he listened to it. How could this be a resume? Could it be that He Xinyin had already told the idea of ​​Luye Book Garden and Xiyuan Yashe? Not so, this Mr. Fushan shouldn't be so quick-talking! He was wondering, the young man in front stopped and explained a little embarrassedly: "The young man has no other meaning. A talent like the shopkeeper Ye is naturally not as good as a villain, but the advantage of a villain is that he is diligent, willing to work hard and down-to-earth, and he will never complain about too much..."

It turns out that this is a self-recommendation!

Wang Fulin then smiled. He looked at the young man who took the opportunity to recommend himself in his store and asked nonsense: "Since he is diligent, willing and down-to-earth, how could he want to change jobs?"

What does the word "Jumping" mean, which has not yet been extended in the past, is a long time since the young man realized it. But his reaction was not slow and he said bluntly: "Because this inn was run by my father, the youngest is the youngest, such a small business will naturally not be divided. In the future, the eldest brother will definitely run it here. The young man just wants to make a living earlier and work hard to save his parents from being embarrassed."

If it is really a big deal, Wang Fulin must consider it. But when he learned that the young man was the youngest son of the owner of the small inn, he was not much worried. He smiled and nodded: "Since that's the case, go to the ritual store to find Manager Ye, and say that I asked you to go. If you look back, you are really diligent, willing and down-to-earth, I will arrange something for you personally."

"Little Yu Wen, thank you little official!"

The young man was almost so happy that he jumped three feet high. He finally calmed down and took Wang Fulin to move forward. When he entered a small yard, he went to the main hall with thick cotton curtains to report: "Mr. He, Xiaoguan Wang is here."

Wang Fulin winked at the young man and ran out when he saw people. He was probably trying to report to the Yishang store. He couldn't help laughing. He heard no response in the door, and he was about to say something again in person, but he didn't expect that the cotton curtain was opened in front of him, and the one who exposed his head was the boy he had seen before.

"A little official invited me in, my husband is writing."

The wind was howling outside, and in the room, the thick curtains blocked the wind. Although the brazier had already been extinguished, it was much warmer than the outdoors. Seeing that the boy was lighter and his voice was low, Wang Fulin followed the countryside to avoid disturbing people. However, when he entered the inner room, he realized that the so-called writing was completely different from what he expected and was seen on the street before, and the old man who was holding a mop-sized brush and dipped in water to practice writing on the ground. Because He Xinyin was holding an extremely thick pen with no paper in front of him, but he was just writing in the air.

At this moment, he looked calmly, but his eyes were almost glaring, but he could only see the dazzling tracks and could not see anything.

He believed that even if someone who has a 100-year-old understanding of various fonts, he might not be able to see what the old man wrote!

Fortunately, He Xinyin's performance like a ghost-painted talisman did not last long. He seemed to have finished writing what he wanted to write happily, and threw a pen to the boy. Then he took off his outer robe and threw it away. Then he looked at Wang Fulin and said, "I feel unhappy, but no one can tell me. I can't even find a secluded place to yell for a while. I can only use the pen to walk through the void, express my feelings directly, and write down these words in my heart and throw them out, and the burden on my body will be empty. There is no way, because even if others say that I am deviant, I dare not say something to the outside."

"If one day, no matter what scholars say, they will not be charged; if one day, everyone can promote their own opinions on the street and gather like-minded people; if one day, there will be no more words of deviance in the world... Then, the world of sages has come!"

This old man was simply... born in the wrong era! But he had to say that even if it was the era he came from, true freedom of speech would not exist. Otherwise, would you please go to the Statue of Liberty in the United States to promote some kind of argument?

Even though he thought about it this way, Wang Fulin thought it was very good about He Xinyin's way of venting his emotions. He wrote it on the ground with dip water. Although there will be no trace after it is done, at least there is a risk of being seen. Even if it is a good friend, even if it is a close friend, a husband and a child, some words cannot be said, and some minefields cannot be touched. Just like the story of the King of Donkey Ears and the Barber, some things are too risky, whether it is said or written. However, there is obviously no risk in the pen to go through the void, especially the self-created cursive script, which is enough to make no one understand it!

"Mr. He's method is really good, but I'm sorry, I'm talking about the world of sages. Not to mention thirty or fifty years, even five hundred and one thousand years, I'm afraid it may not come."

He Xinyin glanced at Wang Fulin, but did not object to Wang Fulin's extremely pessimistic understanding. He rubbed his wrists, then returned to his seat and sat down, but then reached out to signal Wang Fulin to sit down.

"I haven't been to Huizhou for many years. Although I have always known that there are outstanding people here, and I can write at the age of three and six, I can write at the age of six, but I am the first to study like you, but I am the first to perform well in other places. Whether it is Wang Huaxing or Wang Caishen, no matter what, it is too strange compared to a large number of talented men. I heard that you were injured by two villain sedan chairmen on the way back to school, and almost lost their lives?"

Mr. He, you are so unkind. You don’t need to expose others’ shortcomings!

Wang Fulin was immediately embarrassed, and he couldn't say that the injured guy was already scattered. His little body was now the soul of an adult. At this time, He Xinyin spoke again.

"I asked you before if you want to learn martial arts from me. But now I solemnly ask you to learn martial arts from me at least one month. You should have experienced it deeply. Even if there are thousands of soldiers on your lips, if you don't have the power to tie a chicken, you don't even need to use a sharp knife to untie your wrists. With just three punches and two kicks, you can die without a place to die. The world seems peaceful, but some are lies, and some are lies, and some are people with evil thoughts. If you have fame and fortune, you can wear a sword. If this sword is not just a decoration, but a substantial shock, then others will respect you a lot. This is a truth I have experienced over the years. It is sometimes better to convince people with strength!"

This is completely contrary to the Confucian dogma, but Wang Fulin realized the deep pain when He Xinyin said this, and he suddenly understood the origin of He Xinyin's words. For example, when the southeast was fighting against the Japanese invaders, what was the use of you to move them with emotion and reason? If you can't show enough strength, everything will be empty! Therefore, all the worries and worries that were previously scattered by him all at once.

"How dare I not appreciate Mr. He's so kind? But would it be too late to learn swordsmanship or something like that at my age?"

Wang Fulin asked casually, but what he didn't expect was that He Xinyin stared at him for a while, but a sneer broke out.

"It may be difficult to become a general who will kill the generals and seize the flag on the battlefield, but it will be easy to make three or five great men unable to get close to you! As long as you are willing to learn, I will stay in Huizhou until the New Year before leaving! But I have a condition." He Xinyin paused slightly, and then said straight to the point, "Whether your Green Field Bookstore, Xiyuan Yashe, and your Rice Industry Guild, how to operate the specific operation, I will write me details one by one in the future. As for Hu Songqi, don't worry, I will solve my worries and prevent him from making trouble."

When Wang Fulin heard this condition, he felt relieved. However, he thought for a while before speaking, "Since Mr. He has this intention, how dare I not be convenient? But I have a small request. The West Garden on the banks of the water training camp is about to be renovated. I initially plan to renovate two or three yards. Can you ask Mr. He to invite Mr. Shen and Mr. Mao to stay together and give various opinions? I will move in and live with you on the grounds of presiding over the renovation."

Hu Zongxian's former aides returned to Xiyuan, which is also a good publicity point.
Chapter completed!