An orthodox Chinese wedding can be roughly divided into six steps: accepting gifts, asking for names, accepting gifts, accepting invitations, asking for dates, and welcoming in person.
After the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, weddings at this time were roughly simplified into three steps: engagement, marriage, and audience.
The two parties first exchange Geng Tie and a pair of horoscopes; the next step is to exchange tokens; and the next step is to pay the bride price. These three steps are all part of the engagement ceremony.
Next comes the wedding ceremony and the subsequent audience ceremony.
Fei Jingting was alone, Fu Yunzhao only had a mother-in-law who was far away in the mountains and could not come, and even Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng had no relatives who had any contact with each other. This step was quite simple.
After finding a matchmaker and exchanging Geng Tie, you can get married, and the rest of the steps can be omitted.
Fei Jingting had a good sleep and got up early in the morning to have breakfast. The three women were still discussing various wedding matters as usual. Fei Jingting didn't want to participate, so he said hello and got up and went out.
This time I traveled to the Yuguang Scenery outside the pass, and returned from the deep mountains and old forests to the fireworks-filled Jinmen. Naturally, I wanted to visit my old friends and friends.
After leaving the house and calculating the time, Fei Jingting went straight to Yang Jinglin's house in the French Concession.
Among Fei Jingting's current connections, in terms of energy in the world, the slippery Yang Jinglin is the most powerful. He doesn't know how long he will stay in Jinmen, so he must give Yang Jinglin some benefits.
For your own use.
The French Concession is not far away, and we arrived there in a short time.
Calling the door open, Fei Jingting signed up for his number. The servant had already seen Fei Jingting, and perhaps got orders from Yang Jinglin later, so he immediately respectfully invited Fei Jingting in, and then sent another servant to hurry in and report.
Fei Jingting strolled inside, and as soon as he reached the door, Yang Jinglin, wearing a coat and disheveled clothes, came out to greet him.
"Hey, Fei Xianchang, you have finally returned to Jinmen."
These days, Yang Jinglin and Cao Rui have been fighting fiercely. Although Cao Rui has never been squeezed out due to Cao Kun's presence, they have taken back most of the rights in Cao Rui's hands. He is now the county magistrate of Jinmen, Yang Jinglin
Deployed manpower.
Yang Jinglin was afraid that it would affect his relationship with Cao Kun, so he always maintained the status quo of fighting without breaking up, waiting for Fei Jingting to come back and give him some advice.
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "Director Yang has not been seen for many days, but his demeanor remains the same. It can be seen that he must be proud of his officialdom recently?"
"Toefl, toefl, if it weren't for Fei Xianchang's guidance, I would still be confused now. Please come in quickly, where is the butler? Make a pot of the good Pu'er that someone gave me last month!"
The two of them entered the inner room and did not stop in the living room this time. They went straight to the study on the second floor. After closing the door, Yang Jinglin began to pour out his bitterness.
After some narration, he dressed himself up as a victim and said that all the bad things were done by Cao Rui. Let’s not go into details, let’s talk about the National Assembly held in Tianjin not long ago. If Cao Rui hadn’t intervened, the Tianjin military and police would not have
It was impossible to beat people, let alone arrest so many students.
Fei Jingting had heard Guan Xiyi talk about this yesterday. What really surprised him was that in his absence, Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng took Bai Zhenyong's route, turned around and released Yang Yu. After that, they gave Yang Yu back
Some money will help him study in France.
Fei Jingting's memories of this period of history all came from textbooks. He knew that Yang Yu had studied in France, but he had no idea that it happened at this moment. This trip was far away across the ocean. When he returned from his studies, Yang Yu was afraid that
Transformed into a butterfly from cocoon, learned the skill of slaying dragons, and overturned the world in one day.
After the Pu'er was served, the two chatted for a while, Fei Jingting turned to the main topic. He took out a piece of ginseng root as long as his little finger, wrapped it in red silk, put it on the table and slowly pushed it over.
"Fei Xianchang, what are you..."
Fei Jingting said: "This time, the group outside the customs escaped death and got something good. Director Yang should not be too greedy. This product is a great tonic. Just take a small tablet every three days."
"oh?"
Yang Jinglin picked it up hesitantly and unfolded the red silk to reveal a small section of ginseng root inside, which was about the thickness of chopsticks and smelled the fragrant aroma.
What a good thing! Although I don’t know what it is, what Fei Jingting gave me must be a good thing!
Holding back his excitement, Yang Jinglin asked: "Fei Xianchang, this is..."
Fei Jingting smiled and said nothing, and Yang Jinglin was full of questions, but couldn't ask any more. As an expert, you have to act mysterious when you have to. How can you be called an expert if you don't have any secrets?
After drinking a cup of tea for a while, Fei Jingting said: "If you are lucky, Director Yang may not be able to live longer, or he may be rejuvenated."
Lingji will indeed nourish the human body, and ginseng is a great tonic. It is not an exaggeration to say that the two are combined. However, whether it can rejuvenate the human body is another matter. Unless Yang Jinglin steps into the door of spiritual practice, otherwise his life will be
Forget it.
How did Yang Jinglin know these twists and turns? He immediately took Fei Jingting's words as a guideline and was overjoyed!
Now that he is sixty, his ambition has not diminished, but his age is not forgiving. Isn't he deliberately trying to befriend Fei Jingting just to give him some elixir? He originally thought it would take a few years before he licks his face.
I want it, but I don’t want to have it now.
"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Fei Xian."
Fei Jingting waved his hand and said with a smile: "From now on, I will have to trouble Director Yang to take care of the troubles in the world."
"Where are you talking about Fei Xian? Don't worry, your business is my business. If anyone dares to provoke you, I, Yang Jinglin, will make him sink into the pond the next day!"
"It's too serious to say."
After pondering for a while, Fei Jingting said: "There is one more thing I want to trouble Director Yang."
"Please give me your instructions, Chief Fei Xian."
"I plan to get married soon..."
"Oh? What a good thing!" Director Yang knew what Xian meant and said immediately: "I will send capable people to help with the work when I get back, and I will also free up a big house. How can Fei Xian still live there when he gets married?
That small western-style building?”
Yang Jinglin took care of everything, and Fei Jingting's goal was achieved. The two chatted happily, and after chatting for a while, Fei Jingting got up and left.
Yang Jinglin sent Fei Jingting directly out of the gate and watched Fei Jingting disappear on the street corner in a rickshaw. He immediately ran back to the study, found a knife, and carefully cut off a small piece of root as thin as a cicada's wing.
He held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, then gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his mouth. This thing smelled fragrant, but when it came to his mouth, it was extremely spicy. Yang Jinglin endured the unpleasant taste, chewed it up, swallowed it, and washed it with tea.
Lower oral cavity.
The roots of ginseng essence entered the lungs, and in a blink of an eye, threads of spiritual inspiration emerged. Yang Jinglin did not know how to practice, so he could only let the spiritual inspiration travel around, nourishing the aging heart and lungs, and slowly dissipating out of the body.
I didn't feel much after taking it, but I realized something was wrong in the evening. I usually relied on the medicine from the Longshun to support me, but I was exhausted after the expedition. But there was something different today. Although some places were soft, I was still in high spirits, a little bit.
Tiredness doesn't even mean anything.
The next day, he slept until dawn. He didn't wake up in the middle of the night without talking, and even slept for a rare four hours. Yang Jinglin became more and more convinced that this thing was extraordinary, so he hid it in the safe and hid it privately.
Not even my aunt knows about it.
…………………………
After talking about it, Fei Jingting came out of Yang Jinglin's bungalow, got on a rickshaw and went straight to Beichen University. When he got up in the morning, he printed out the photos he took in the ancient tomb. This time he planned to let those with strong ancient literary skills
My colleague helped me take a look and see what was written on it.
I arrived at Beichen University just in time for the break.
The doorman greeted Fei Jingting with a smile and let Fei Jingting walk in.
As soon as he reached the second floor, he met Fan Wenlan who looked tired.
"Brother Wen Lan, how did it end up like this?"
When Fan Wenlan saw it was Fei Jingting, he immediately became furious: "Fei Jingting! How dare you say that? If it weren't for you, would I be so tired?"
"ha?"
Fan Wenlan grabbed Fei Jingting and started to vomit his bitterness. Fei Jingting arranged for Fan Wenlan to take over the task of editing the book that day. He talked about a lot of bad things in later generations, but at this time he was extremely fresh in his opinions, and then patted his butt and ignored it.
No, let Fan Wenlan do whatever he wants.
Fan Wenlan was very rigorous in his studies. Apart from attending classes, he spent all the rest of his time in the library. He browsed through various collections of books and even asked the school's female foreign teachers to help translate some foreign literature.
It has been so long, but I have only written the first chapter of this book, which is less than 20,000 words. Fan Wenlan has estimated that it will take at least seven chapters to be completed, which adds up to more than 100,000 words. Conservatively, I don’t need to write another chapter in the past two years.
Yes.
Fei Jingting repeatedly admitted his mistake and said quickly: "Brother Wen Lan, don't worry, if I am free, I will definitely participate in the compilation of materials. The compilation of the book is not an urgent matter, so Brother Wen Lan should not be too tired."
"That's easy for you to say!" Fan Wenlan said angrily: "My mind is full of this book right now. I'm afraid it will make me uncomfortable if I don't write it down."
Fei Jingting could only laugh, it was none of his business.
"Come to think of it, why did you come to school for no reason?"
Fei Jingting chuckled and said in a low voice: "I went outside the customs and found an ancient tomb."
"Ancient tomb? From what dynasty?"
"I don't know," Fei Jingting took out the photo and handed it over: "Look, these are the words engraved on the stone wall of the ancient tomb."
"Oh?" Fan Wenlan took it suspiciously, glanced at it and nodded, "This is Zhou Wen...you said you found it outside the customs?"
"Spell?"
"Zhuan, write like this..." Fan Wenlan gestured and said immediately: "Do you know Xiaozhuan? This Zhuanwen and bronze inscriptions are collectively called Dazhuan, and Dazhuan and Xiaozhuan are collectively called seal script. Do you understand?"
"Oh." Fei Jingting doesn't care about the big seal script or the small seal script at all. What he cares about is the content. "Brother Wen Lan, can you help me read it?"
Fan Wenlan glanced at him: "Read? Forget it, I'll translate it for you."
According to the autobiography of this article, the person who left the letter was Xinyuan Ping, a native of Zhao. During the reign of Emperor Wen, he met Emperor Wen with the technique of looking at qi, and he was regarded as a doctor. After that, he made suggestions many times and became the highest official. Later, he was jealous of the imperial eunuch Zhang Shizhi and was beaten to death.
Then the three Yi tribes were killed.
Niigatai used the technique of self-substitution to escape, escaped from the customs, and lived in seclusion for thirty years. Then he found this mountain and found that it was full of spiritual energy, so he built a living tomb in the hope that the spiritual energy would nourish him, and he would become an immortal body and ascend in the daytime.
Unfortunately, the New Year's holiday is coming, and every time I try, I'm still just a little short...
Fan Wenlan stopped, smacked his lips and said, "That's all the text on your photo, it seems like you didn't take all of it, right? Xinyuan Ping, this person is recorded in the history books and seems to be an alchemist from the Western Han Dynasty."
Fei Jingting blinked. At this moment, he had an idea in his mind. Xinyuan Ping was from Zhaodi in the Western Han Dynasty. What was said on the Internet was correct. His wife was indeed a Chinese. No wonder she grew up with her own aesthetics.