Chapter 102
Fu Yuanzhi didn't expect that he would want to follow him.
"My dad said that you look like him before. I want to follow you and see the path he once walked."
I want to see what it is, and it turns out to be more important than my mother, myself, and brothers.
He had always been unable to figure it out, but now that he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.
He is already alone, so just stay with this person who "looks like dad" and have a good look.
When he dies, he can tell his mother and brothers, so as not to understand the doubts in his heart until he dies.
Fu Yuanzhi looked at Song Huan and asked for advice.
Song Huan, "...you decide for yourself,"
Although Song Huan felt pity for him, she couldn't afford to have one more mouth. The gold-eating beast at home had not yet reached the legal age.
Fu Yuanzhi can afford to support him, so he decides this matter himself. Anyway, he is following him, not himself.
September 27
Similarly, Yan Zhao's wife and sons were also implicated and sacrificed.
It's Song Huan's birthday today. She doesn't want to do anything. She just wants to stop, rest, and relax her body and mind.
A simple fishing rod highlights its presence above the stream.
Fu Yuanzhi came over and knocked on the door, and Song Huan just opened the door.
Hermits are some of the intellectuals of this era who cannot stand social oppression, escape from production relations, especially political relations, and adopt a non-cooperative attitude with the parties involved.
He only planned to let Yan Liu stay with him for a while, and then let him leave after Yan Liu had gone through the most difficult period and figured out how to go in the future.
Song Huan was lying on top, with her legs crossed and her face covered with a bamboo hat to block the light, listening to the gurgling water and humming a little tune.
Is today a good day?
Song Huan smiled happily, "Then I'll eat more."
Fu Yuanzhi accompanied Yan Liu to load Yan Zhao's life's work into the mule cart, and finally the three of them and the mule cart slowly drove away outside the field.
Song Huan, "..."
That window is reading.
With one more person, Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi were not as comfortable as before and could say whatever they thought of.
In fact, today is not Song Huan's real birthday, but her original birthday.
Yan Liu is still the same taciturn person.
Song Huan once tried to ask him to stop and rest for a while, but this man who didn't know how to speak actually lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, he was at a loss and cautious.
Forget it, let it be.
Fu Yuanzhi agreed that Yan Liu was by his side, but he didn't mean to accept him as a book boy.
Her birthday was yesterday.
Finally, the mule cart came to the village again. The scenery here was the same as when it first arrived, except that there were two more tombs in front of the house.
A door is anything other than reading...
Most of these people suffered setbacks and misfortunes in their personal life experiences and became disgusted with secular life, so they fled to the mountains and forests.
Who cares whether he cooks or not? I am also a gentleman. Don’t I also cook?
Although Yan Liu was not good at studying, he learned quickly in other aspects, and Song Huan had to admire him.
The waiter said, "I didn't expect this scholar to cook? Isn't it said that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen?"
As soon as he was told to rest, he would consciously go to collect firewood, look for wild vegetables, and rush to do everything. Neither Song Huan nor Song Huan could stop him.
The whole person was stiff and twisted when he walked.
Hunting, cooking, and martial arts, except for the martial arts, they are really easy to master at a glance, and the masters are better than the masters.
The chef focused his attention on Fu Yuanzhi and observed it. He didn't expect that this scholar could cook well. The dishes he cooked were something he had never seen before. Could it be the specialties of other places?
I don’t know if it tastes good or not, but if he can, hey, if he learns it, he will have another good dish.
He may feel embarrassed to suddenly follow someone else and let them take charge of his food. At first, he didn't think much about it, but now he feels really guilty.
Fu Yuanzhi could roughly guess what Song Huan was thinking by looking at her appearance, "..."
The stone turned out to be the bottom of a creek during the flood season, and was washed smooth and delicate by the water.
By the time Song Huan got up, Fu Yuanzhi was almost finished.
The three of them set out on the road again.
The chef nodded absently.
Song Huan saw the table full of her favorite food and asked in surprise, "Is this made for me?"
I dare not touch it too much with my rough hands for fear of breaking it.
Only when people are busy can they stop thinking randomly and become restless.
The breeze blows, so relaxing.
And Yan Zhao was a victim of partisan strife and failed attempts to get an official position.
Yan Liu put on Fu Yuanzhi's clothes. Although they were about the same age, they were so thin due to years of malnutrition that only their skeletons were left, and their clothes were empty.
Fu Yuanzhi smiled and nodded.
In just a few days, everything has changed.
A row of graves outside the courtyard.
What a coincidence, right?
It's just a day difference, not much difference.
early morning
In the inn
Yan Liu looked confused.
Song Huan looked at Fu Yuanzhi, and Fu Yuanzhi smiled slightly, "Nothing, just let him get busy."
Song Huan fell directly on the big stone that had been warmed by the sun.
He can be regarded as receiving guidance from the old man. He does not have the reputation of being a teacher, but he is actually a teacher.
This guy is a typical example of God opening a door for him when he closes a window.
He had never worn clothes like this before, it was like a dream, it was thin and soft without patches.
If the journey is not in a hurry, Song Huan will sleep in.
Now that it is the dry season, it is exposed.
The waiters and chefs outside looked at the kitchen in disbelief.
There is a long way to go to change his character.
Song Huan sighed, and I hope that when you are reincarnated, the oceans and rivers will be clear, the age will be peaceful, and everyone will be equal.
Behind him, on both sides of the criss-crossing paths, wild grasses and beans that were about to be "submerged" were swaying in the breeze, as if they were watching the people who were about to leave, with blessings and long sighs.
Fu Yuanzhi and the shopkeeper borrowed the kitchen, and Yan Liu, who was nearby, was ordered by Fu Yuanzhi to sit on the stove and light the fire.
Foreign invasion, domestic melee, partisan strife, institutional chaos, fraud in examinations, and failure to seek official positions can drive large numbers of intellectuals into mountains and deep valleys isolated from the world.
Why do you say order? If not, Yan Liu could do it for him in the blink of an eye.
Since you owe a cause, you must repay the effect.
He touched the fabric on his hand, and his whole body was in a daze.
Song Huan burned the prepared paper ingots. She couldn't give them real money, but she could still afford the travel money. Knowing that Yan Liu had five brothers, Song Huan bought ten Wen of paper money and ingots at once.
, it was all burned.
After the meal, the three of them went to the creek not far from the inn to stay.
Fu Yuanzhi made a small portion, enough for three people.
Fu Yuanzhi planned to cook himself and make a table of dishes that Miss Song liked.
When her brother went to college, her pressure dropped drastically. As long as she didn't spend too much money, her life was quite comfortable.
As long as he slowly saves his expenses for going to Beijing to take the exam in the future, it will be fine.
The government can reimburse the travel expenses, but you have to take care of your living expenses yourself. However, it will take a long time, so just accumulate it slowly.
It’s still very relaxing when there is no “procrastination bottle”. Just take care of yourself and don’t think too much.
Chapter completed!