Thanks to Qin Yuelou's pile of gold, Qin Yuelou's eloquent talks, and even more so Qin Yuelou's magic, Mu Xiaohuan gave in to Mu Chan Palace's eagerness to study.
So Mu Xiaohuan took Mu Chan Palace to the Jinlin Chamber of Commerce to return the trading certificate and received the commission for the month. The father and son left the Chamber of Commerce and returned to their residence.
Although the father and son were not locals of Jinlin City, Mu Xiaohuan still had some money when he led Mu Changong to Jinlin, so he bought a house. Although it was far away from the busy city, it was adjacent to the Qinhuai River. During the festival,
You can see the lanterns floating in the river, the painted boats floating in the river, and the colorful dancers, courtesans, and pipas on the boats.
Although Chad had a lot of money, Mu Xiaohuan had no idea of selling it all at once and exchanging it for banknotes or something. After all, money moved people's hearts, and these people's hearts were the most unpredictable.
"Toad Palace, tomorrow you and I will cover up our faces and go to various pawn shops to exchange for banknotes and scraps of silver. If they try to bargain with you, don't worry. The minimum price cannot be less than this amount." Mu Xiaohuan put up five sticks.
finger.
"Dad, I saved it." Mu Changong nodded.
"These are ten thousand pure gold. Why didn't we find it in that ruined temple at that time? Where did he take out such a lot of ten thousand pure gold? We don't seem to have found it, right?" Mu Xiaohuan held the gold.
, caressing and observing carefully.
He was originally in the gold jewelry business and came out of a pawn shop. He could tell the difference in the purity of the gold when he weighed it.
"Dad, do you think this gold looks a lot like... charcoal?" Mu Changong looked at the gold with a somewhat uncertain tone.
"Does Mr. Qin know how to turn stone into gold? Did he light these charcoal for us?" Mu Xiaohuan looked at his son and a thought that was not ridiculous came into his mind.
"Toad Palace, I think Mr. Qin and you are quite compatible. Why don't you try it out and see if you can learn the secret of turning stone into gold?" Mu Xiaohuan said bluntly.
"Dad, what are you talking about? It is our blessing that people are willing to give us gold. Aren't you damaging our blessing by doing this?"
"That's the Midas touch, Toad Palace!" Mu Xiaohuan was a little excited.
"Dad, stop talking, I won't do such a thing." Mu Changong refused righteously and asked Mu Xiaohuan, "How can we scholars not have the integrity?"
"When you are about to starve to death, think about whether Feng Gu can eat and drink!" Mu Xiaohuan angrily knocked Mu Chan Gong on the head.
But after finishing the knocking, he became dejected and took out some of the money from the Golden Scale Chamber of Commerce.
"I'll go out for a drink, and you can think about it at home."
After leaving these words, Mu Xiaohuan went out.
Mu Changong lowered his head, feeling depressed but unable to vent, so he had no choice but to take out a collection of poems from the house, sit in the room and read by the oil lamp.
His poetry reading is very charming, sonorous and powerful, but also euphemistic and clear. There is no dialect involved, but standard Dajing Mandarin. This recitation may seem artificial at one point, but a bit dull at the same time, and the emotion in the recitation is also good.
Just right.
There are poems with heroic spirit between the lines, there are poems that can be repeated hundreds of times in one sentence, and there are poems with sarcasm hidden in the beginning and the end. The essence of each of them is different, but Mu Chan Palace can understand it accurately, and then recite it.
out.
Even if I don't eat or drink, I won't feel it. This reading also reads that the sky is getting late in the evening and the sun is setting in the west until it has completely set.
Outside the house, the water in the Qinhuai River was lapping at both sides of the house, and Mu Chan Palace heard a slight sound of water again, as if someone was walking from the water to the shore.
However, Mu Changong ignored it and thought it was someone who accidentally fell into the river and came ashore in embarrassment.
Not long after, Mu Chan Palace saw a shadowy figure outside the paper window illuminated by the light of the oil lamp, as if he was wandering outside the door.
"Who is outside?" Mu Changong couldn't make up his mind, so he put down his poetry collection, held the oil lamp and pushed out the door. What he saw was a girl.
This girl's complexion is extremely fair and moist, and her face still shows a slight moist luster under the illumination of the oil lamp. Her appearance is definitely not comparable to that of the prostitute on the painting boat.
Most prostitutes are coquettish, but coquettishness can only be called coquettish if it is mixed with softness and charm, so most prostitutes are coquettish and coquettish.
But the woman in front of him looks to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old. The combination of softness and charm in her bones is as natural as when he reads poetry. The indescribable charm is evaporated with the charm of a young girl in every move.
.
The little girl didn't expect that Mu Chan Palace would suddenly come out, so she was a little panicked.
"Girl, you've been lingering in front of my house for a long time? What's the matter?" Mu Changong didn't dare to look at the woman, so he could only look away from her nose. It seemed a little rude, but in fact, don't look at anything inappropriate.
If you always look at someone, will the girl think you are a slut? This is not in line with etiquette, so it is better not to treat it as inappropriate.
Mu Chan Palace thought so.
The girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she hurriedly left, leaving Mu Chan Palace alone, feeling lost.
"I haven't asked the girl what your name is yet..." He muttered in a daze and sighed. He opened the door and returned to the room, not wanting to read poetry anymore.
Just looking at those poems that describe love in the world, I feel unspeakable depression in my heart.
He didn't notice.
Most of the soil on the ground in the courtyard was already wet.
His old father came in drunk in the middle of the night. His body smelled of alcohol mixed with powder. Mu Chan Palace knew this very well, so he helped Mu Xiaohuan get into bed.
But he himself admired the moonlight alone and couldn't help but sigh.
Listening to the surging sound of the Qinhuai River, it seemed like he was thinking, so he could only go back to bed, put on his clothes and sleep on the couch.
Maybe when you fall asleep, you can see her in your dream...
In the black mud, huge fish skeletons stand unreservedly. Not far away, there are also large fish, with their bodies shriveled under the scorching sun. Some are fluttering in a desperate struggle, and the fish tails lift up the mud.
, black star-point mud scattered in all directions.
He walked forward in the black mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. There was no destination and no sign. There was only the scorching sun in the sky that was coldly and mercilessly emitting heat. Everywhere he could see people gradually losing their vitality or already losing their vitality.
Vibrant and bizarre fish.
There is a fish with about ten tentacles, eyes as big as fists, staring blankly at itself, a conical body, and a triangular fin at the end of its tail, like its funny hat.
There is a fish that is bloated and deformed, with a pink body and a soft body stuck in the mud. Its mouth is also soft and its nose is soft. It looks like an ugly man with a bitter look on his face.
There are fishes with sharp teeth, extremely small eyes, and a lantern on their head.
Some fish are colorful, some are huge...
He didn't know what kind of fish it was, but it looked really strange. He tried to escape from the hot sun while trying to escape from the hot sun. He felt that if he continued like this, he might become like those dried fish.
Although I don't know where I should go, there is a vague direction that guides me. There is a hill in the distance, and the shadow there can block the scorching sun.
On this land full of black mud, the scorching sun seemed to be unable to evaporate the water in the mud. He just kept walking and finally reached the bottom of the mountain. The air was filled with the rotten smell of fish and shrimp.
After taking a short rest, the sky suddenly turned from white to black, and the rotten smell lingered. He felt depressed in his heart. Looking at the bright moonlight, he wanted to escape, and then he climbed up the rock.
The mountain rocks are bare, with no trace of plant growth, no weeds, no moss, and only high and low depressions formed by the protrusions and depressions of the rocks. The cracks in the rocks are dry, so they use the cracks as a point of strength, step by step.
The bright moonlight climbed to the top of the mountain, and the rotten stench that seemed to linger on the surface of the body and the tip of the nose finally dissipated, but there was still an aftertaste in the nose.
He wanted to be diverted and not feel the rotten smell too much, so he looked into the distance.
From top to bottom, the bright moonlight is shrouded, but in the distance, there is a deep and terrifying darkness. There seems to be some strange creature waving its teeth and claws in the dark in the countless deep ravines.
The shriveled bodies of those weird fish and rotten shrimps in the past are lingering in my mind, as if the strange and demonized fish and shrimps are hiding in the deep dark water in the ravines.
The bright moonlight is not omnipotent, let alone can illuminate those low-lying and deep pits. Even the moonlight is limited and not as bright as the sun.
The night seems endless, hiding the eternal chaos and unpredictability.
He didn't dare to look again, for fear that if he took another look, he would be unable to bear the unpredictability, so he turned his head, and then he saw... a strange creation that he had never seen in his life.
No matter how miraculous nature is, it is impossible to forge such a huge black stone tablet that seems to be towering. Although it is old and mottled, the remaining exquisite polishing can be seen on the stone tablet.
But this so-called "visible" is not simply seen with the eyes, but "visible" with the feeling. It is like knowing the origin of this stone tablet, but thinking about it carefully, I can't find anything about it in my mind.
There is only the slightest trace of a stone tablet.
The stone tablets are engraved with hieroglyphs that are completely incomprehensible, and these hieroglyphs are completely inconsistent with all the fonts and characters that I know.
What kind of lines are these? Even after a long period of evolution, it is unlikely that it will become the current writing, right?
But he was very confused. He was obviously so far away from the stone tablet, but why could he see the words on the stone tablet carefully?
Puzzles and doubts filled his mind.
Then, I seemed to hear something that didn't look like a human being, but was still like a human being, a monster's roar.