The weather was getting warmer, and Ling Yun, who happened to be taking a bath, ran back from outside and felt more alive.
Parents throughout the ages have never forgotten the wise saying "wear more clothes".
For Ling Yun, it was even worse. He had to wear four clothes when the adults wore two, for fear that he would get sick and catch a cold. As a result, his small stature and fat body caused him to break out in sweat after walking around for only two laps.
What made him most uncomfortable was that when the weather was cold, he could only take a bath once every half to a month. He had to fetch water from the river and spend firewood to boil the water.
Every time Ling Yun proposed taking a bath, Yang would say in confusion: "I just took a bath not half a month ago, and it's still cold. I feel uncomfortable, so I'll wipe it for you."
At any rate, he was not allowed to take a bath, not only because of the waste water and waste wood, but more importantly, because he was worried that his body would not be able to bear it and he would accidentally get sick again.
But since he entered school, he jogs to and fro every day, and sometimes runs laps around his yard.
Running and doing push-ups are now essential exercises for him every day. Because there is no developed medical treatment in this era, if you want to stay healthy, you must keep fit. After all, life lies in exercise.
It's also because he doesn't want to be that kind of weak scholar who can't lift his hands or shoulders and can only talk about romance, shake his head and compose poems.
If given the chance, he would like to become a scholar like Xin Qiji, who is both heroic and chivalrous.
It would be great if he could learn martial arts. He is very obsessed with martial arts in TV dramas.
If you have the opportunity in the future, you must search for martial arts secrets. If you become a martial arts master, fly over the walls and come and go without a trace, and be free in the world, wouldn't it be happy!
Speaking of his current body, he feels that although he is not as strong as adults, he feels that he is not worse than his peers.
But no matter what he said, whether he said it sincerely or in an extravagant way, even if he did a few push-ups in front of her that she couldn't understand.
In the end, Yang only said two words - no, which made him extremely depressed, but he was helpless.
He desperately hoped that the weather would get warmer, and when it did, he would put water in a wooden bucket and expose it to the sun. When the water was warm, it would be okay to just take a warm bath.
After all, he is still young, so there is nothing embarrassing about secretly washing himself in the woods by the river.
It was finally warm now. Yang thought the sun was good and was finally willing to give him a bath.
Originally, he wanted to wash in the river to save water and firewood. After all, the weather is not cold now and he would not catch a cold if he took a dip in the river. But Yang refused, so he had to give up.
There is no clean room in his home, but a simple shed built at the base of the wall. It is actually a thatched house, a small shed surrounded by thatch for their daily bathing.
Ling Yun first dragged the bathtub out and put the water in the sun to dry it until it became mild, then put some hot water in it.
I felt the water temperature and found that it was no longer cold, so I was ready to start washing him. Because he had grown taller, he could not sit in the tub, so he had to use a towel to scrub him.
Seeing him taking off his clothes, Ms. Yang on the side rolled up her sleeves and walked towards him.
Ling Yun felt as if he had seen a ghost, he quickly covered his body and shrank back, and said uneasily: "Mom, the child will do it by himself!"
Yang: Are you serious about taking half a step back?
Yang looked at him nonchalantly and caught him without caring about anything.
Picking up the towel next to the bucket, she rubbed it on his body whenever she disagreed. She said with a slight smile, "If you can't wash yourself clean, my mother will rub it for you, and it will be white and clean."
"Mom, the baby has grown up and can wash it by himself."
Ling Yun clutched her body tightly, wailing in fear, and emphasized over and over again that she had to wash herself.
Although his body is only five years old, he is not young anymore, and his adult soul. Oh my God, Ling Yun wants to cry but has no tears. He is so embarrassed that he has to dig out three rooms and one living room.
But no matter how much he hid here and there, no matter how unwilling he was, he still couldn't break free from Yang's clutches in the end, so much so that his whole body became numb and he was still rubbed all over by her.
Mrs. Yang didn't dare to let him catch a cold, so after he was done, she asked the eldest child to wrap him up in a big towel and carry him into the house.
Although the bathing process is painful and embarrassing, it makes people laugh and cry, and I wish I could cover my eyes.
But after taking a shower, I felt refreshed, full of energy, and felt very relaxed.
After taking a shower, it happened that his father was taking Yang to go to town to do some shopping. Ling Yun didn't even think about it, and decided to follow him. Yang always doted on children, so he took him with him.
The town is about twenty miles away from his home, and it takes at least a little over an hour to walk. If you are lucky enough to catch an ox cart going to the county seat, the time can be reduced by half.
Because the journey was long and there was no traffic, Ling Yun got tired of walking and asked his father to carry him on his back. After walking and carrying on his back, he arrived at the town.
Ling Yun rarely went out, and he was a little yearning for the market. After all, he had never seen it before, so he was full of curiosity. But when he arrived in the town, he found that the market in the town was a little different from what he imagined.
It turns out that when people usually talk about "going to town to buy things", they usually refer to the largest and richest villages in a few villages, where everyone goes to the market every five days.
As time went by, more and more people took the things they collected at home to buy and sell, and over time, it became a market.
Slowly, people began to open shops to sell things, restaurants to eat, and teahouses to drink tea. Finally, more and more people came to the village, and the villagers called it a "town" because of its reputation.
In fact, the main thing is the flow of people. When there are more people, there will naturally be more demand. If there is demand, there will be consumption.
Combined with the local economic prosperity and the fact that villagers like to gather here, it naturally became a town.
Ling Yun looked around and saw that although it was a town, there was only one bookstore. From time to time, there would be scholars carrying book bags and wearing long gowns stopping in the store.
Ling Yun was pulled by his father towards the salt shop. He looked around with gurgle-like eyes, especially like a country bumpkin entering the city.
The family of three bought a little bit on the left and a little on the right. After a while, Ling Dashan, who had finished purchasing the necessities, took him to the noodle shop.
Diagonally across from the noodle shop is a restaurant. Why is it called a restaurant? There is no other reason. This restaurant is really quite impressive, and it is a two-story building.
Although it was past lunch time at this time, it did not affect the number of people going inside at all, as there was still an endless stream.
Naturally, Ling Daren and Mr. Yang would not eat in such a restaurant, because a meal here costs as little as one tael of silver and as much as more than ten taels, which really subverts their concept of consumption.
The three of them sat down at the noodle shop, bought three bowls of Yangchun noodles, and added an egg to Ling Yun.
While Ling Yun was waiting for the noodles, he discovered that next to the noodle shop was a teahouse with many tea customers.
I saw the tea guests drinking tea from bowls of tea, chatting about daily trivial matters, discussing national affairs, and reporting business information, while Ling Yun listened.
The only saying is: come without being invited, leave without saying goodbye, and be free and convenient. Smoke cigarettes by yourself, drink tea by yourself, talk long and short all day!
On the high platform of the teahouse, there is only a table, a folding fan, a piece of wood and a cup of tea.
The storyteller first clasped his fists and bowed forward, and then shouted: Dear fellow villagers, I would like to lend you a piece of precious land and talk to everyone.
If you are rich, just support yourself with money. If you don’t have money, don’t leave. Just support yourself. I would like to thank you all here!
As expected, he is a person who lives by his mouth. He started with a compliment, which made Ling Yun dazzled. Then the storyteller was stunned and the whole audience fell silent.
It is said that Cui Yingying is nineteen years old, a famous knitting girl, can write poems and write poems, and can do anything.
When her father was still alive, she had been betrothed to Zheng Heng, the eldest son of Zheng's nephew Zheng Shangshu.
Scholar Zhang Sheng happened to meet a young lady and a matchmaker who were playing outside the palace. Zhang Sheng was originally from Xiluo and was the son of the Minister of Rites. His parents were both dead and his family was poor.
He went to the capital alone to take the exam. Passing by this place, he suddenly remembered that his friend Du Que, who had been acquainted with him for eight years, was in Puguan, so he stayed there.
…
"Come on, old man, Zhang Sheng's stories make your ears tingle, can't you try something new?"
Someone in the audience shouted, and one person shouted and thousands of people responded.
"That's right, that's right, let's talk about just these two paragraphs. It's either Zhang Sheng or Li Sheng. The plot is very boring."
"If you don't have a new story, come down. Don't embarrass yourself up there."
"That's right, come down quickly."
"Come down..."
Hearing Zhang Sheng repeat the old routine again eight hundred times, the tea drinkers in the audience were full of complaints.
Uncharacteristically, they got into a fuss, sarcastically sarcastic and pointed fingers at the storyteller on stage.
"Dear readers, don't be anxious, let me think carefully."
Seeing the people in the audience roaring and exerting pressure, the storyteller frowned and his eyelids twitched, but he did not dare to provoke public anger.
Otherwise, if your reputation is ruined, your livelihood will be ruined.
"Yes, gentlemen, please be patient and listen to me carefully."
The storyteller thought hard and finally came up with the story. He breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:
But the answer is that a scholar from the previous dynasty fell in love with a popular oiran in Huamanlou.
That day, the scholar stood in front of the oiran and said to her: "When I am named on the gold medal list, Shili Hongzhuang will live up to you."
The oiran blushed and said, "Seriously?"
"If I break this promise, I will die without a burial place." The scholar whispered softly and swore to heaven without hesitation.
Seeing the scholar's sincere love, the oiran was so confused that she quickly covered his mouth, smiled like a flower and said shyly: "Hey, there is no need to renew my oath, I know you are different from others."
"The one who knows me is Xue'er."
If this love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Not long after, the scholar went to Beijing alone to take the exam. The oiran sent him to the boat and gave him all his wealth to support him.
The two of you are reluctant to part, but after seeing you for thousands of miles, you will eventually say goodbye.
On the shore, she was as tender as water, lovingly singing and dancing for him to say goodbye. The scholar just asked her to wait for him, and promised to marry her on the day of high school.
…
Time flies, when the scholar was the number one scholar in high school, Shili Hongzhuang married Princess Taiping of the current dynasty.
That day, flowers filled the side room of the building, and there was a letter lying on it. The letter read: How can you be worthy of a top scholar like me, even if thousands of people have tasted your red lips?
That day, the oiran smiled coquettishly and danced a song and dance to say goodbye to the scholar. At the end of the song, he jumped into the sunset lake.
Some people say that she was hurt by love, abandoned by others, and gave up the idea of having a life.
But when others packed up her belongings and found the letter, they understood the reason.
But there is another sentence at the end of the letter: So why not, if I don’t become a scholar in the next life, I will never forget you. It is hard to violate the holy will, and I will return to my hometown with you in the next life.
On the day of his wedding, the No. 1 scholar learned that the courtesan had committed suicide, so he jumped into the river to die in love.
Sigh! The nine tribes of Hongzhuang in Shili are dead. Don’t hate me, a heartless man. If we meet again in the next life, I will taste every bit of red lips.
Therefore, it was so touching that later generations wrote poems about it and said:
The number one scholar is not a heartless man, he wrote this book with two lines of tears
The title of the gold medal is ten miles away, and you will be by your side when you become famous.
How can I catch the eyes of the princess? Since ancient times, the imperial power has been greater than that of heaven.
Princess Ruoshe married a famous prostitute, which led to the death of the nine tribes in Hongzhuang
I shed tears in front of the court and forgot about the heartless person I am.
After the storyteller finished speaking, he weakly picked up the tea cup and moistened his mouth. Everyone in the teahouse was still immersed in his sad and beautiful love story, unable to extricate himself for a long time.
Ling Yun was also excited. Seeing her son sitting there in a daze, Yang couldn't help but push him.
After regaining his composure, he shrugged and murmured: An actor is ruthless by nature, but infatuation leads to a lifetime of misfortune.
After eating the noodles, he clamored to buy some snacks. Mrs. Yang loved him the most, so she agreed, and then went home.
On the way home, I was lucky enough to meet an old man from the village named Zhou who was rushing back from the county. I took advantage of his ox cart and got home in about half an hour.