Wangjia New Courtyard
Two days have passed since I moved here, and all the furniture and goods have been moved in and started to return to normal life. The tenants who rented the land have come to pay their respects to the new owner. It can be said that everything except the teacher's affairs have been done.
On October 28th, when it was breakfast, someone led a person in. The man was a middle-aged man. When he came in, someone immediately brought out tea and poured tea for a seat.
The man hurriedly thanked him, but the man's surname was Zhou, his name was Zhou Jiu, he had a thin black face and a little white beard. He looked very poor. He was about forty years old. He was surprised to see that Wang Cunye was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Wang Cunye ignored it and said, "It's very gratifying that Mr. can come to give advice on his brother and sister's homework. Let's do this. My family pays 12 taels of silver every year. The museum will open on the 20th of the first lunar month. From the 1st hour to the end of the afternoon, my family will pay for lunch. What do you think?"
Zhou Jiu was wearing old clothes and his sleeves were torn. After hearing this, he bowed and said, "Students are grateful if they can teach with students."
When Wang Cunye saw this, he shook his head. Now he knew something. Three hundred years ago, Confucianism was still prosperous. Not to mention a scholar, even ordinary scholars were respected.
However, after the Taoism was revealed, the knowledge that could not directly show its power plummeted, just like the strong ships and cannons on the earth were automatically eliminated.
Therefore, Confucianism is in a downfall in this world, and bureaucrats still use some people, but they are not as valued as before. The imperial examinations still exist, and they are not as important as before.
Seeing that this Confucian scholar no longer had the confidence of heaven, earth, kingdom, parents and teachers before, but he was originally trying to enlighten the world, just reading and reading to read and literate to open his wisdom, and now he said: "There is a politeness when meeting!"
As he called the two children to come and worship, he gave him some meat and a gift box, Zhou Jiu took it, said something, and went back with great gratitude.
When he arrived at home, there were three thatched cottages. Zhou Jiu took the meat home, which made his mother and wife happy. After seeing the ten kilograms of meat, his mother sighed: "I haven't seen him for many years."
I opened the gift box again and found that there were white silver inside, but five ingots of silver, all small ingots, two taels a day, and my eyes were blurred when I looked.
My mother told me: "This family is a good person. In the future, you must be careful when teaching the museum. You can accumulate some money for the family. If you can buy a few acres of land, you will not have to worry about it in the future."
Zhou Jiu responded repeatedly: "Yes, what my mother said!"
Without mentioning these words, Wang Cunye would take a casual walk and feel very comfortable.
In fact, Wang Cunye has done most of the obligations to this body. Taking over the body is actually a very troublesome thing, and some things have to be done, which can reduce a lot of pressure on himself. At this time, I feel that the spiritual platform is clear and I feel less depressed.
Besides, even if you ignore the so-called cause and effect, just for favors, you will have to pay for the body of someone else's son, even if the son is going to die.
Therefore, seeing the smiles of parents and younger siblings feel very comfortable. After walking a few steps, suddenly, I remembered Xie Xiang again.
Xie Xiang and Wang Cunye are actually the same age, but Wang Cunye has been older for several months. In this era, getting married is enough, but her body is weak, which is still an insolvent problem.
Just as he was concerned, he suddenly had the urge to go back. Wang Cunye couldn't help but smile, turned around, and took a little more speed toward the family.
Yunya Mountain
Wen Zinuo was heading towards Dayan Temple. The cold wind in the mountains was blowing, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes. He had been in the Taoist Palace for many years, but unfortunately he was not qualified and had no hope of Taoism. He could only send him out to do something.
This is a cliff. Looking down from the cliff, there is a small river that flows shallowly in winter.
When Wen Zinuo saw it, he couldn't help but recall what Daozheng said in his mind: "You must not make a fool of yourself when you go here, expose your identity. Just check the incense of Daoism in Dayan Temple and come back as soon as possible to report it to me."
This time is available in the Taoist Palace every year. It is a customary practice to check the incense of Taoist temples and Taoist business.
Wen Zinuo came once three years ago. There was a piece of yellow wormwood on the left and right steps, but today I went back to visit, Wen Zinuo could not recognize it - the remains on the left and right steps had been demolished, and the weeds and trees were all removed.
And although it was cold, there were many believers, all of whom were holding the incense. The steps were directly leading to the main hall, and the specifications were not very high, but the walls and eaves of the hall door were all new.
There is an iron incense burner in front of the hall, with flames lingering. The ones on it are all high incense. Looking into the hall, there are also cigarettes curling up, and the banners are hanging down to offer a goddess.
And the sound of bells and drums was always ringing. Wen Zinuo saw the pilgrims coming and going in his sight. Even if they were not vigorous, they were not cold at all, and sighed in his heart.
There was a table in front of the hall, with paper and pen on the table, and a merit box in front of the table. But there were really some people who donated the donations, most of them stuffed in a few cents, and some people paid one or two taels. For more than one or two taels, some people recorded their names and hometowns, but no matter how much they donated, both Taoist children bowed their heads.
Wen Zinuo saw it and nodded secretly. This was the rule. After looking carefully, he found that there were seven or eight Taoist boys coming and going in the hall, which seemed to be gradually enough.
It took a few months to achieve this, which is very good. But when I come, I will have to visit further. The king of Dayan Temple is only sixteen years old after the New Year, but he has become a human and immortal. He is really talented. When he thinks of this, he smiles ridiculously and leaves to the back hall of Guanzhong.
When he walked to the back hall, a boy stopped him and asked, "Why did the guest come?"
Wen Zinuo replied: "I have been paying attention to the king's style for a long time, so I'm here to ask for this meeting."
"It's really a coincidence that the master of the temple went down the mountain and would not be able to come back in half a month." The Taoist boy showed apologies in his eyes, and he bowed his head and said, showing that he was very polite.
Wen Zinuo heard the Taoist boy's words and showed a look of disappointment, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye. He bowed to the Taoist boy: "Sorry, I'm disturbing."
When the Taoist boy saw it, he bowed his head: "I dare not."
Although I haven't seen Wang Cunye, I can go back and hand in the office. Wen Zinuo smiled slightly and suddenly asked, "Have you read a book?"
"I learned a few words, but when I arrived at Guan, the Guan Master invited a sir to teach us how to read it." The boy was stunned and quickly replied.
Wen Zinuo smiled, walked a few steps, and felt the cold wind pouring in, tightening his clothes.
I thought to myself: "Oh, I can still walk on the water now. After a few days, the river surface was frozen and the weather was cold, so I felt it was a little bit cold."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but envy some senior brothers in the Taoist palace who are invincible for cold and heat.
He shook his head, shook off these mixed thoughts, and walked down, but saw a restaurant below. Seeing that it was newly built, new mud and new bricks could be seen, and he was surprised to see the sheds on both sides. However, at this time, the restaurant was full of fragrance, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and shouting: "What's here?"
"Customer, here we only care about noodles, plain noodles, five egg noodles, and ten beef noodles!" The guy inside responded quickly.
"Previous bowl of beef noodles." Wen Zinuo shouted.
"Cheer officer!"
After a while, a big green bowl with steaming heat was served on the table. The soup was clear in color, the noodles were cut into thin slices. Wen Zinuo drank the soup first and took a sip.
In a cold day, a rich and fragrant soup spreads in the mouth. Wenzi Norton felt the warm and sour teeth and cheeks produce saliva. He drank soup and noodles and even oozed out fine sweat. After using it for ten minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the guy: "This is really good, it can match the old brand in the city."
"You are right!" The guy smiled: "This noodle soup is really an old recipe from the old Shen family store in the city."
He sighed and said, "What happened to the old Shen family store. The family died and sued. The widow and his daughter joined in. The lady charity and took in the store and opened the store. They invited them to come. Even if there is a prescription, it will be 30% bonus, but the wages will not be counted."
Before he could finish his words, a girl came in and went into the kitchen with a bucket of noodle soup. She was fifteen or sixteen years old, and her clothes were washed clean, with a beautiful melon-shaped face. She smiled and showed two shallow wine vortexes. Wen Zinuo couldn't help but lit up his eyes, but she asked again: "Why did the owner open a noodle shop?"
"It's convenient for pilgrims. It's not on the front of the store, the back of the store, and the noodle shop is not built. The pilgrims can't find food even if they are hungry. They can't stay in the sight to eat. It's so unruly!"
"The master of the spectator said that people who come and go to worship God and burn incense. This side must be authentic. The portion must never change. If you lose a little, you must ask if you don't make money or lack this bad money. Although it only took five days, who wouldn't shout authentic and affordable for food?" The guy was very talkative. Seeing that there were fewer people at this time, he kept talking.
"What about this greenhouse?"
"Same, pilgrims always have a place to rest, build two large sheds to give pilgrims a rest, especially in this cold day."
Wen Zinuo heard this and nodded repeatedly, taking out a string of twenty words: "Give it to you, I will give you the rest!"
"Thank you, this guest." The guy smiled and saw Wen Zinuo leaving, he turned to serve the people again.
At this time, in the corner, a middle-aged man in his forties raised his head, looked at Wen Zinuo, and continued to eat noodles. He had a fair face, a gentle expression, but his eyebrows were raised, with a hint of murderous aura.
After eating the noodles, the middle-aged man left, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and he silently thought: "The original aura here was just slightly white, but now it turned into white and condensed on the Taoist temple. This is the appearance of auspicious land."
"There is a layer of red light shrouded over the Taoist temple, which is also auspicious energy. It reflects the red energy of the gods inside. It is the main source of prosperity. I thought that all this was coming in the short term and the foundation was shallow. I didn't want to see that these luck were quite stable, but it was too shallow and had not yet been deeply rooted."
"It can be seen from this that the fortune of this son has taken shape. No wonder he was able to survive the disaster of the Hebo Dharma Assembly. Moreover, the other two surviving people who had seen before were not enough to survive, and it seems that this son was also affected."
"In this case, this boy will have a great effect on the young master. I think I must win over it." Thinking about this silently, the middle-aged man had settled his mind and went back.
Chapter completed!