September 18

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi decided to go to Tonghui Temple outside the city to offer incense together.

Tonghui Temple is a magical temple embedded in a cliff.

What's magical about it is that the entire temple is embedded in a recess in the cliff. From a distance, it looks like it is embedded in the cliff.

Its several houses are all hidden among the cliff rocks. They only need a wall and a door to become a house.

The Buddhist niches, shrines, incense tables, and offering tables in the temple are all built according to the rock mass.

Maybe it is the uniqueness of this temple that makes people here feel that it is closer to gods and Buddhas?

There were a lot of people anyway, and Song Huan felt numb all over when he saw the queue that had just reached the mountainside.

We have to wait until dark, right?

As expected, when Song Huan and Fu Yuan went down the mountain, the Golden Crow West was already sloping down the mountain. They had to go back before the city gate was closed.

Thanks to the current season, the sun sets late.

Song Huan's steps were very fast, but Fu Yuanzhi was unable to do anything. Song Huan looked at Fu Yuanzhi and wished he could carry him on his back immediately.

Song Huan was walking in the fields, her hard work for half a month was gone, and her mood was relaxed and peaceful.

Song Huan, "..."

Song Huan's guess was correct. During his previous several official positions, the old man also became a county magistrate because it was difficult to support himself through farming and he had no other means of making a living.

Fu Yuanzhi and the old man woke up at the same time. Fu Yuanzhi brought a glass of water over to him. The old man thanked him and drank all the water.

The two of them were not surprised that a stranger came to the house. The man and the woman walked forward in silence as if they had not seen Song Huan.

The two of them finally reached the foot of the mountain and were queuing up to enter the city gate when they saw someone leaning over them.

But you said that he would faint from hunger if he had nothing to eat, but there was still rice wine at home to entertain guests.

The old woman and the man went directly into the kitchen and did not interfere or say hello to the old man and Fu Yuanzhi while they were drinking.

The old man was very grateful.

You give orders blindly and let the people not gain anything for a year. How can the people not hate you?

Song Huan couldn't figure it out or figure it out.

After seeing clearly the person in Song Huan's hands, Fu Yuanzhi remembered, wasn't this the old man he saw yesterday?

Song Huan's smile froze on his face, then returned to his natural state, and he watched them curiously as they entered the old man's yard.

With the ambition to help the common people, I hope that I can spread my wings and fly across the sky.

When they got here, the old man invited Song Huan and the two of them into the house.

At this time, Song Huan saw a sixty-year-old woman and a man who looked about thirty years old walking through the waist-deep grass, coming towards her.

Having empty ambitions and no ability to deal with things is no different to the corrupt officials who exploit them for the common people.

Song Huan secretly thought that the two of them were strange, and then followed them into the courtyard.

There was no communication between the two throughout the whole process, and the atmosphere was depressing and sad.

Fu Yuanzhi was enlightened and enlightened.

Fu Yuanzhi said, "I met him yesterday."

By the way, he also mentioned that the person who rescued him was Miss Song.

Later, Song Huan saw that the old man wanted to go home, but his legs and feet were not very agile. He thought that it would be easy to send the Buddha to the west, so he and Fu Yuanzhi drove him back.

Fu Yuanzhi smiled lightly and said, "You're too polite, old man. It's just a little effort."

A simple courtyard and a shabby room with narrow windows.

Song Huan frowned slightly.

The two talked about the past and present. Although Fu Yuanzhi could not keep up with many of the old man's ideas, he listened carefully and benefited a lot from the process.

More than ten acres of fields surround the courtyard. There are trees shading the back of the house, and there are many peaches and plums in front of the hall.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi took the man back to the inn, ordered a bowl of porridge and fed it to the old man.

The funny scene was contributed by Song Huan.

Fu Yuanzhi relayed what the salesman told him again, and during the process of relaying, the two of them also arrived at the hospital.

Fu Yuanzhi, "!"

The upper body of the fallen man was lifted up in the air by Song Huan, while the lower body was already kneeling on the ground.

Perhaps because he was full, the old man slept until dawn.

The old man's first reaction when he got up was to smack his lips. This taste...

The doctor obviously knew the old man. He took his pulse and didn't take any money. He only said a few words and asked Song Huan and the others to take him out.

Song Huan was not very interested in the conversation in the room, but the scenery outside attracted her.

Brother Mule grunted and lowered his head to eat grass.

Song Huan guessed that these two people should be the old man's family members.

However, this idea was buried by Song Huan in the end. There were so many people coming and going here. Although Song Huan was dressed in men's clothing, he was still conspicuous. Fu Yuanzhi probably wasn't happy either.

Song Huan couldn't help but think that the hermit lived in such poverty, no wonder he fainted from hunger.

Soon after, a fire started inside. Standing outside the house, Song Huan saw them randomly cleaning the wild vegetables in the basket and putting them into the pot to cook.

Fu Yuanzhi also took this opportunity to ask the old man for help on the things that troubled him. The old man was not stingy and told him everything he could.

A person who is good at farming does not have the means to study, and his family who has the means to study will not let him work in the fields.

You don’t understand farming yourself, so what the hell are you trying to do?

But he knew very well that he was not familiar with farming. He not only arranged what crops to grow in the public fields, but also had to ask about things like fetching water and chopping firewood at people's homes hundreds of miles away.

One is poetry and distance, the other is real life.

Although the scenery is pleasant, a closer look in the field reveals that the old man lacks farming experience.

However, judging from the common scholars of this era, they were not good at farming.

"Thank you for yesterday, little friend." The old man stood up and sat calmly opposite Fu Yuanzhi.

This is one of the reasons for the stratification of officials and peasants.

Song Huan grabbed the clothes at the back of the person's neck with quick eyes and hands.

The breeze is gentle, just like welcoming the returning owner.

This small courtyard seems to be separated from two worlds.

The fields are lush with weeds and sparse beans.

The old man's house is in a village not far outside the city.

Of course, Song Huan didn't know about this old man's past. She just felt that this man was not good at farming.

Can the people listen to you, an amateur, and blindly command you?

The small courtyard is shaded by thick shade, the wood door is closed tightly, and birds are perched on the branches, making the courtyard even more peaceful and lovely.

They were both sallow and thin, with patches on their clothes overlapping. It would be an exaggeration to say they were refugees.

She actually felt that this old man was a hermit who escaped from the world and enjoyed life.

Song Huan sighed, what a place far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Song Huan saw Fu Yuanzhi's appearance and asked, "Do you know him?"

After the old man had a conversation with Fu Yuanzhi, he felt that Fu Yuanzhi was very much like himself when he was young, full of fantasy and longing for the future.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, there were criss-crossed field roads in front of us. The mule cart couldn't get in, so we had to park the cart at the entrance of the village and tie the rope to a tree.

The old woman scooped out a bowl of cooked wild vegetables, placed it in front of the old man, and then returned to the kitchen and never came out again.

Not only Song Huan was ignored, but Fu Yuanzhi was also ignored.

The old man raised a wry smile.

Fu Yuanzhi was also confused by this scene. After all, it involved someone else's private matter.
Chapter completed!