An Yuping wanted to talk to An Jingzhi, so he came to An Jingzhi's carriage.
From the outside, he could see that this carriage was a little different from the ordinary ones, with some small spiral parts that he couldn't understand. He didn't expect that after sitting in it, he would find that this carriage was actually so comfortable.
But he didn't have time to care about that right now.
"Well," he said hesitantly, "Brother, we are now in a foreign land, unfamiliar with the place. Perhaps, I don't need any encouragement?"
An Jingzhi held a peach in his hand, glanced at him, and took another bite of the peach.
"Whether it's necessary or not is my responsibility, not yours."
"Alright, alright, get back to your carriage and don't even think about slacking off here."
Before he could say two words, he was kicked off the carriage, and Gong Rong drove past him in his carriage.
In the eyes of ordinary people, his original family was considered a landlord with assets, but in fact they were just small landlords in a remote county town, and most of their assets were real estate such as land.
Over the years, the original owner had been constantly causing trouble and had spent a lot of money.
The money for this trip has been used up, and all the cash in the house is fifty taels of silver.
If calculated based on the prices in their remote little county, it would definitely be enough, but the closer to the capital, the more expensive things become, and even the room rate at the inn is a considerable expense.
Even if An Jingzhi didn't enjoy himself like this, he would probably be very tight on money.
An Jingzhi would naturally not be stingy if he could earn some money for the journey to make himself more comfortable.
There were only people when passing near the county town. Most of the time, the carriage was moving slowly on the deserted official road.
Halfway through the journey, he got off the carriage to cook.
When Gong Rong went to collect firewood, he saw An Yuping, who was a little irritable in the carriage, so he turned around and spoke to An Jingzhi secretly.
"I think the young master is having trouble writing. There are several of them under the carriage."
An Jingzhi nodded to show that he understood.
It seems that if he doesn't cause trouble, An Yuping's article will not be written smoothly.
Along the way, we will stop at any county town we encounter. If there is no other choice, we can also stay in the carriage for a night.
Another half month passed, and by then they had already traveled more than half the distance.
The four of them stopped in a big city again.
The current emperor loves Cuju, and Cuju games are popular among the people.
My feet started to itch as soon as I saw An Jingzhi.
After hastily arranging accommodation, he took Gong Rong to a large lawn to participate in the game of Cuju.
Since he couldn't grab the ball from others, he asked Gong Rong to help him and he took the shot.
The master and the servant cooperated very well and were able to block the opponent very well.
Just when An Jingzhi was about to shoot with the ball, someone suddenly stretched out a foot and tried to trip An Jingzhi.
An Jingzhi pretended not to see it and stepped directly on the man's foot.
The man immediately wailed and fell to the ground holding his feet. The people around him stopped playing Cuju and immediately ran to the man.
"What's wrong with you? If you want to play Cuju, just play Cuju. Why are you stepping on others?"
All An Jingzhi could do was shrug and say nonchalantly, "How would I know he would stick his foot out?"
"I just heard the rules of Cuju, and I don't think there's a rule against tripping someone, right?"
Gong Rong also hurried over and decided to strike first.
"That's right! My young master cooperated with me very well and was only responsible for shooting. If he hadn't stretched out his foot, would he have been stepped on?"
"We from small towns all know to follow the rules. How come people from your big city still resort to such despicable tactics?"
They kept mentioning a small place and a big city, leaving these people speechless. If the person in front of them really stretched out his foot, they would be in the wrong.
"No one saw him stretch out his foot, so how do you know if you stepped on him on purpose?" the other party argued.
"What's the matter? Will he get stepped on if he doesn't stretch out his legs? That's his calf! What's the matter? He uses his calf to walk on the ground?" Gong Rong retorted without any fear.
"Forget it," the man who was stepped on fell to the ground and said, "It's just my bad luck. I'm from a small place, so it's normal for me not to know the rules."
"Tsk tsk, it's normal for people in Dafu City to break the rules." Gong Rong sneered.
"Do you think that saying this makes you seem particularly aggrieved and magnanimous? Who are you to blame? Just because you can't win an argument, you deliberately act like a sissy for who else to see?"
"Look at the place you're hugging yourself. Even if they were to step on you, they would step on your instep, right? How could they step on your calf?"
"You didn't accomplish anything bad, but now you're blaming others for it!"
"If you can't afford to lose, don't play. It's just a few taels of silver, right?"
Scoring a goal in Cuju would earn one or two taels of silver, and so far, ten goals have been scored.
Gong Rong kept talking.
He felt that they were unfamiliar with the place and if they were really blackmailed, that would be a disaster.
The people on the opposite side were a little angry at first, and they couldn't stand the fact that the two of them had suddenly snatched away their prestige.
What Gong Rong said made sense. Looking at the place where the man was stepped on, there was a footprint there. If he was kicked, it would not leave this kind of mark. Even a smart person would come to his senses.
"Gong Rong, let's go." How could he not want the money he won?
While they were arguing, he had already taken the ten taels of silver he had won.
"You are not allowed to leave!" The person who was trampled was obviously unwilling to let go.
"Who are you? We can leave if we want!" Gong Rong said and followed An Jing.
"Why didn't you stop them? They committed a foul and injured someone. How could we allow them to be so arrogant on our territory?"
One player said with a grim expression, "Alright, if this gets out, what will become of our team's reputation? Are we going to let everyone know we can't afford to lose?"
Hearing the sounds of a group of people arguing behind him, An Jingzhi was thinking about what to eat later.
Each small world has different specialties.
"Young Master, those people will not find the inn and cause trouble for us later, right?" Gong Rong said with some concern.
The second young master has been in a bad mood these days. If these people find the inn again, it might affect his writing and studying.
"They were in the wrong first, that's not going to happen." It doesn't matter even if they come to my door.
They are a bunch of ruffians. An Yuping is a juren, and now is the time for the exam. If they dare to harass the students, the local government will not ignore it.
Fortunately, these people knew they were in the wrong and did not come to harass them. They stayed for another five days, and after spending all the ten taels of silver, they set off again.
This time, the road was no longer as sparsely populated as before. Every few kilometers, I could see many students on the roadside heading to the capital for the imperial examination. These were all students who had set out early, and they did not take carriages, but walked.
An Yuping was looking at the scenery outside when he suddenly saw a scholar fall down.
He immediately asked the servant to stop the carriage, got out and helped the man up.
"Are you okay?"
The man looked exhausted and after being helped up, he chatted with An Yuping for a while.
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