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During the Qianlong period, the city of Beijing was a year when traffic was full of traffic and prosperous markets. The imperial court was not in chaos and people were prosperous.

Outside Dongzhimen, weeds were growing everywhere. At that time, the city gate was the boundary, the city was inside, and the wasteland outside the gate. After walking hundreds of feet from Dongzhimen, we arrived at the Ji family's mansion.

Ji Da's talented man, named Ji Yishui, was known as Mr. Yibi. His ancestors were scholars and were from Shanxi. Later, he followed his father to live in business and settled in Beijing. He was quick-witted since childhood. Later, he was second in high school, but he did not follow the imperial examinations and became a teacher. The court distributed silver and opened a school to teach.

Ji Yishui learned the teachings of Confucius and Mencius since childhood, and had a scholarly family. He was from a wealthy family. He was immersed in the sea of ​​books for decades and was well-known.

Literary people have a life of peace, so Ji Yishui is naturally the same. He has been strict in his family since childhood and is upright and kind. Although he is a teacher, he does not forget the poor students. He opens a porridge factory to help the people when he has nothing to do, so as not to learn miscellaneous preaching and answer questions. Over time, he is considered a well-known good man, and the people praise him.

Marry one wife and six concubines. If you say that Ji Yishui must be the one who is involved in Fulu and Shouxi, but there is one thing that makes people sigh: the Ji family gave birth to a child, one died prematurely. When they were 40 years old, they still had no children. It was because of this that they kept marrying wives and taking concubines, but they still had no children. The Ji family was so anxious that they tried all kinds of folk remedies, and even went to the famous "package inquiries" in the capital, but it was useless.

Later, during the first lunar month, Yishui went to Guandi Temple and worshiped Guan Erye. He cried bitterly to Guan Erye and told him about his childless experience. This cry didn't matter, but he found a partner and hobby to talk to him. Ji Yishui felt guilty and peaceful after crying, so he often came here to chat with him. Sometimes he even brought some tribute to wine and meat, and sat and drank a few sips with him.

After a hundred days of visiting each other, after a full meal and a day, Ji Yishui burped a few times, his face was slightly drunk, he patted Guan Erye on the shoulder and said to see him again, and then went home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to the mansion, I heard from the servants in the mansion that the eldest lady was happy!

This was a bolt from the blue. For a moment, the Liang Mansion was decorated with lights and a banquet was arranged. Ji Yishui even thought that Mr. Guan was a saint. Since then, he has worshipped Mr. Guan every day, and is very undevoted to be grateful.

The Ji family gave birth to a child was a great event, and many friends came to congratulate him. However, the child was born at a bad time, and he was born with a yellow face and thin skin. Ji Yishui invited several fortune tellers, and they all said that the child might die prematurely. This made Ji Yishui feel so worried that he began to cry all day long.

When the child was three years old, he fell seriously ill and almost died of illness. Everyone in the Ji family burst into tears. Later, Ji Yishui took the child to the newly built Guandi Temple to pray with sincerity. It was really strange. After three or five days, the child was healed and jumped around, which made Ji Yishui even more happy. Seeing the child grow up healthily, he finally made his wish, so how could he not be happy? Later, he named Ji Li.

To put it another way, when Ji Li was almost dead, Ji Yishui made a wish at Guandi Temple: If my son grows up safely and has nothing to do, he will save money every day and every night. When the child gets married, he will use this to save money to reshape Guan Erye’s golden body and then shape the temple. The Ji family and his descendants are grateful to Guan Erye for his mercy!

Time flies, white clouds and dogs. In a blink of an eye, Ji Li has reached her twenties, with beautiful eyes and good-looking eyes. Ji Yishui watched his beloved son grow up into a human being, and thought he was a descendant. He also favored Ji Li very much, let him go, just to hope that he could grow up safely.

He did not practice etiquette, did not read poetry, and was unruly all day long. Even so, he was extremely handsome, and Ji Li was still deeply loved by everyone in the mansion. He woke up early and had nothing to do and had some spare money, so he made a few friends with wine and meat.

This is the case again this day. Several friends sat in the tavern they went to, preparing to recite poems and write a couple:

"Come on, Brother Yuwen, our folk art troupe has been established for half a year. We haven't made a decent article yet. Today we have to take advantage of the wine to enjoy it."

Ji Li's face turned red, she seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and had a full burp, her eyes widened, looked at her friend in front of her, and raised her glass to invite Shi.

The person in front of the seat was Ji Li's friend, named Yuwen Wushuang, who is usually a person who drinks and meat. After hearing Ji Li's words, Yuwen Wushuang quickly said:

"Come on...Why should we make things difficult for ourselves?"

It’s not his fault that he was disappointed. These three or five friends set up a folk art troupe called “The Ten Great Talents in Beijing”. It is said that they are the first to take the lead. If this thing becomes popular in the future, it will be better to leave a place for future generations.

The gang of Beijing Talented Ten Thousands of Talented Arts has been established for half a year, and it is said that it is only 99 and a half years away from the Centennial Quyi Troupe.

But these guys are indeed of limited ability. They always gather together by writing poetry, and eventually they drink and eat meat. The folk art troupe has not achieved any word for half a year. Several people are fighting big words but can't read a basket. If they really hold it in a hard way, they will suffer from cerebral infarction.

After a few words and a glass of wine, it was still Yuwen Wushuang who knew it a little bit self-aware, and the rest of the people admitted their conscience. The slightest part of the poem was over. However, the wine could not be drunk for nothing, and these guys became interested as they chatted:

It is said that the talented people are very talented for half a year, but there are no major or small generations. Today I took advantage of the excitement of drinking to discuss life and death... Well... who is stronger?

Ji Li drank some wine and took the blame with the alcohol, saying, "I suggest using articles to judge the length and shortness of writing poems to fight. Whoever writes well is better is the best!"

"Come... drink and drink..."

The rest of the people raised their glasses, thinking that this kid really wanted to force himself to death...

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with anything good. Yuwen Wushuang suggested that he should see who is better at drinking, and everyone agreed.

After three or five cups, everyone was drunk.

This matter was delayed. After a few people came, they gathered together again. After sighing and learning from the lesson from last time, another person named Zhang Xiaoyu said that this was not possible. He was drunk without doing anything. He would have to change his way.

A few buddies started to study it again while drinking overnight. Finally, Yuwen Wushuang suggested that he could fight. Being a talented elder brother in Beijing would be able to be both civil and military.

Everyone is so proud of each other, Brother Yuwen is indeed mighty.

Several people were young and vigorous, and hit it off, so they went to fight: I saw a vendor selling meat on the roadside, and they often met him. I always felt that this person was a bit scammered, with big arms and round waists. Coincidentally, today I took the opportunity to relax his muscles and bones. Yuwen Wushuang had almost finished drinking, so he led the way and swung his fists.

Three or five people saw Yuwen Wushuang going up, thinking that they could not fall behind, so they all followed the search of the guys up, with great momentum and great power.

However, the meat vendor was even more powerful: he was in the early days and had been in the military for half his life. Later, he retired from the army and returned to the capital to kill pigs and sell meat. Seeing that the few guys didn't say much, they just started to do it with themselves without saying much, and they were not polite, and they did it every few times...

The four guys were recovering from injuries for half a month before they could barely get together again.

"No, I have to change it. Zhang Xiaoyu's arm was broken and he said he would never see Beijing again."

"Yes, who would have thought that guy was a trainer? I'll give me a call."

Ji Li had black eyes and rubbed her swollen cheeks and chatted with Yuwen Wushuang. Yuwen Wushuang was also injured, and his arms and legs were very lame, but he seemed unwilling to give up. He patted the table again and said:

“I suggest…”

"Shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, several people stepped forward to cover his mouth and kicked him a few times, but he really couldn't let him have any more opinions.

Later, everyone unanimously decided: to avoid hurting the innocent or killing each other, let’s compare who is brave.

It's really idle.

How to compare? A few people are in trouble again. Yuwen Wushuang suggested that whoever dares to go to the vendor who fought a few days ago and buy two kilograms of meat to come back, even if he is brave.

As a result, several people kept rejecting it: This is not courage, this is a traitor.

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Ji Li talked, and this gave a brief explanation. Bai Changsheng was stunned by the side: This famous man was so unbearable afterwards, and he was also sighing.

"You guys are really idle. Come here to find excitement..."

Bai Changsheng glared at Ji Li, but Ji Li said aggrievedly:

"Who said you are looking for excitement? I just came here to see it. I wanted to get some tributes and sacrifices. The front door was not open. I thought the person inside didn't hear it, so I went to the back door. As a result, I climbed up and found this half of the coffin, which scared me so I hurried away. Halfway through the way, I thought I should bring some tribute paper men and other people, so I turned back. As a result, when I met you talking about it, I wanted to tease you...

It turned out that it was such a coincidence. Bai Changsheng knew it. After looking at the fire note on Ji Li's waist, he knew the reason why his father Shanxiang was spontaneously ignited: the coffin shop cannot be heated, and they all had to use cold fire stones as a guide. Ji Li didn't know the situation, so he lit the fire note when he came in, which led to the heat of Shanxiang's spontaneous ignition.

At that time, I was looking at the paper man outside the door. After a while, I couldn't meet him by chance, so I naturally didn't notice it. The back door was actually not a serious "door", but a "filth-dispersing hole" left by my old father back then. The coffin shop was covered with cold and dampness, and this hole was left for ventilation. It was directly connected to half of the coffin and the backyard outside, saving the excessive cold air, and was bitten by insects and snakes in the future. Ji Li regarded it as the back door, and this kid was also making trouble for himself.

However, there is still something unknown. Ji Li and his group of ignorant buddies decided where to go, why did they have to use tribute paper to be safe? Bai Changsheng asked Ji Li, but after hearing this, Bai Changsheng shivered and changed his expression.

I heard Ji Li shake his head and say with a proud look on his mind:
Chapter completed!