In Mrs. Mei's eyes, it was Zhou Man who was thinking deeply with his eyes slightly closed. She became a little nervous for a moment and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Man Baohao opened his eyes, met her anxious gaze, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Congratulations, the two sides have been cleared, but you still have some problems with the cold in the palace. I will take care of you and take care of your body in the future."
If you get married, it should be easier to have children than it is now."
Mrs. Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were bright, and she wanted to try immediately to see if she could really have a baby.
However, Mr. Mei was not in a hurry to find another son-in-law. He said to Mrs. Mei: "It's so easy to come to the capital. Since you are in better health, you might as well walk around and gain experience."
He added: "As a father, I will do my best to find a son-in-law for you. If you marry again, you must marry a good one. You must not be like Fang Sanlang again."
Mrs. Mei lowered her head and said yes with a red face.
Mr. Mei said: "I was too anxious back then, so I hurriedly settled on Fang Sanlang. Otherwise, if I knew he was such a person, I would never have let you marry him."
Mrs. Mei lowered her head.
Mr. Mei knocked on the table and said: "There are many people in the capital, not only literati, but also warriors, as well as businessmen and country folk. I have figured it out. It is not necessary to choose a scholar. As long as you know a few words and understand
The truth is, just be healthy and have a good character."
Mrs. Mei was not very hopeful, "How can someone who is willing to be a son-in-law do better?"
Didn't Fang Sanlang just study but have no future, he couldn't even pass the county school entrance examination, and his family was poor, so he thought about becoming a son-in-law because his family really couldn't support him?
Mr. Mei said: "It's just that the family is poor, and we don't require family background. As long as you have good character, good health, and understand the truth, it doesn't matter even if you are illiterate. I will teach you now."
Unconsciously, Mr. Mei's conditions were lowered a bit.
He said: "If you still can't find a son-in-law, then as a father, I would rather you not recruit a son-in-law. If you want a child in the future, I will give you an adopted one from the clan."
Mr. Mei thought of something, stroked his beard and said, "It's not necessarily true. For example, Mr. Zhou, do you know who her father is?"
Mrs. Mei shook her head blankly and whispered: "She is so powerful, her father must also be a very powerful doctor, right?"
Mr. Mei smiled and said: "He is a very powerful person, but he is not a doctor, but a chivalrous person."
"Her father is also a bride-in-law, and he is also of noble character. It can be seen that it is not that there is no such thing in the world, it's just that we haven't met him yet."
Mrs. Mei never pays attention to external affairs. She was stunned for a moment when she heard this and said, "So Doctor Zhou takes his mother's surname?"
Mr. Mei: "...No."
He was a little depressed, vaguely feeling that now was not the time to find a son-in-law, but that he should let his daughter know about the outside world.
So Mr. Mei took his daughter out, walked around and found a teahouse to sit down. He found a secluded spot on the second floor facing the storyteller and sat down. Then he took out dozens of copper coins and gave them to the waiter, pointing out
The storyteller who was telling the story said: "We want to hear the story of Dr. Zhou, the little miracle doctor in the capital."
The waiter's eyes were wide open. After receiving the copper coins, he bent down and asked, "Where do you want to start?"
Mr. Mei said: "Let's start with her parents' generation."
The clerk immediately understood and became even more happy. Usually, if you start from the beginning, you must listen to it from beginning to end. It will definitely not be finished in a day or two, and it must be talked about for several days. This is a big business.
So the waiter happily went down to find the storyteller, deducted two coins and gave him the rest, pointed to the stairs upstairs and started whispering to him.
The storytellers are also very eye-catching. They like the guests who specify stories the most. In this way, in addition to the money given by the teahouse and the guests' tips, they also have a fixed and large amount of income.
After all, teahouses don't give much, and guests' tips come and go. Unless they have a good story, it's hard for them to make big money.
They were already familiar with Zhou Man's story. Fortunately, her story was full of twists and turns and she was very famous in the capital, so even though some guests had heard it many times, she was still very popular.
The most important thing is that Zhou Man is in the capital now. It would be very attractive to add some stories at the end, such as what kind of illness she has seen recently.
So the storyteller took a sip of tea, patted the table, saluted, and said, "Everyone, let's put the stories we just told aside for now. Today we will tell the story of Little Miracle Doctor Zhou."
"To talk about the little miracle doctor Zhou, we must talk about her parents. Speaking of which, her parents are also smart people. Let's talk about her mother coming from a gentry family in Shangzhou. Her father is a scholar and a poet.
Home……"
Mr. Mei took a sip of tea, turned to Mrs. Mei and said: "Although storytellers may exaggerate, the stories they tell generally remain true to their original meaning. You should listen carefully. Is there any truth in this?"
There are many principles for being a human being.”
Mrs. Mei was confused, "What is the principle of being a human being?"
Mr. Mei smiled slightly and said: "Loyalty, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust are all there."
At this time, Mr. Zhuang, who was drinking tea elsewhere on the second floor, glanced at the storyteller below and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
Mr. Jiang smiled when he saw it and asked, "Why, you are not happy telling your disciple's story? This is a good thing to become famous. How many people want the storyteller to tell his story, but they are not willing to tell it yet."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "The stories that storytellers like are all twists and turns. Stories are twists and turns, and naturally life is also ups and downs."
"But I see that although these three disciples of yours have experienced hardships, they have very good characters and are not cynical."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "That's because their family taught them well, but in fact, the sufferings suffered by the predecessors will not disappear. What happened to the Zhou and Bai families just proves that life is impermanent."
Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked: "How come you are practicing Buddhism now?"
Mr. Zhuang then smiled and said: "It's not a Buddhist practice, but recently a few children often brought some Buddhist scriptures back from Huguo Temple. I read some, but I accidentally got infected."
Mr. Jiang shook his head and laughed.
Mr. Zhuang said: "However, "Zhuangzi. The World" also says that it is invisible and changeable. It can be seen that Buddhism and Taoism have something in common in the world."
Mr. Jiang is a Confucian and doesn't like discussing mysteries with him, so he said: "You can either go out and turn right to go to Xuandu Temple to find the old Taoist to discuss Taoism, or go out and turn left to go to Huguo Temple to find Zhiren debating sutras and talk more speciously.
If so, I can leave."
Mr. Zhuang said quickly: "It's rare to take a break. I don't dare to offend you. I don't dare to offend you. Let's have tea."
Mr. Jiang was then satisfied.
Mr. Jiang was now satisfied. He took a sip of tea and turned to look out at the lobby.
Mr. Zhuang was amused, "I have heard this story so many times, why are I still so obsessed with it?"
Mr. Jiang stroked his beard and said: "Three of your disciples, especially Zhou Man and Bai Shan, are so tempting that they never tire of listening to them. It's a pity..."
It's a pity that he is already his disciple, so he can't snatch it away even if he wants to.
Mr. Zhuang smiled and turned to look down. It happened that a few people came through the teahouse door. They sat down directly in front of the storyteller's table, allowing Mr. Zhuang who was sitting on the second floor to take a look.
Mr. Zhuang recognized the other party, and the look on his face became a little cold and a little startled.