Chang Yu led Xiao Que'er back while chatting. The weather was hot and soon he was sweating profusely and his mouth was dry. When he passed by a village, Xiao Que'er went to borrow some water.
They happened to see a group of people talking at the door of a house in the village, so they walked straight over and saw a group of women: "Aunt, we are thirsty and used the excuse of drinking water."
The group of women were talking, and when they heard someone shouting, they turned around and saw a young man leading a child. Hey, a woman pointed at Xiao Queer and said, "You are from the old Sun family of Liuzhuang, right?"
Xiaoqueer hummed. The nearby villages were relatively dense, not far from each other, and they often went to the market. Most of the villagers were familiar with each other. After hearing this, the woman turned to another woman and said: "There is a Yuanwailang in their village, and his family
Daye also has a daughter, you can go there and ask."
The woman then asked: "Brother, is there a foreign minister in your village?"
Xiaoqueer frowned and looked up at Chang Yu. He didn't quite understand what Yuan Wailang meant.
"They are rich and wealthy people," Chang Yu whispered, and Little Que'er nodded: "Master Hu's family has many cows and fields."
"Does she have a daughter at home?" the woman asked again.
The little bird nodded: "Yes, the baby is very beautiful."
The woman was overjoyed and said, "How about you take me there?"
Xiaoqueer looked at Chang Yu again.
"What are we taking you for?" Chang Yu was also a little confused, and then the women started talking about it. It turned out that this woman was a miserable person. She could not bear the domestic violence of her husband and ran away, begging all the way to make ends meet.
, fortunately, I am a good prostitute, so I want to find a big family to teach me to be a prostitute.
So that was the case. Chang Yu felt deep sympathy after hearing this, so he agreed. After drinking the water, he and Xiaoqueer took the woman back to the village. On the way, Chang Yu took a closer look at the woman, who was probably in her mid-twenties.
Years old, quite pretty, wearing a coarse cloth even though it was tightly wrapped in summer, I casually asked her if she had any children.
The woman shook her head and asked Chang Yu: "My accent doesn't sound like a local's."
"Brother Chang is from Hanyang City," Xiao Queer said to the woman, "My aunt's accent sounds like she's not from here." The woman said casually, "My mother's family is from Shanxi.
Even though I have been married for many years, my accent has never changed." Then he stared at Chang Yu and asked, "There are many foreign men and women in the city, can I introduce you to someone I know?"
Just when Chang Yu was about to speak, Xiao Queer said again: "Brother Chang's family is a rich family. My mother said that Lao Zhangtou's nephew's family is very rich, right, Brother Chang."
When the woman heard this, she was overjoyed and asked Chang Yu: "Is there any young woman in the master's family?"
Chang Yu shook his head, he didn't care about such things: "Aunt, you go to Mr. Hu's house first and then talk about it. If it doesn't work, then go to Hanyang City to try your luck. It's only about twenty miles away anyway."
The woman nodded in agreement.
The two villages are less than two miles apart and can be reached in an instant.
Chang Yu asked Xiao Que'er to take the woman to Mr. Hu's house, and he went straight home. Seeing Lao Zhangtou busy in the vegetable garden outside the yard, he walked over to help. Wang Zhengnan, who was reading in the yard, heard the sound and came out to talk to Chang Yu.
Yu said hello and read quietly under the tree next to her.
He really wasn't reading to act like a scholar, he was really reading.
Of course, what I read was not the eight-legged essay for the imperial examination, but the military strategy.
Qi Jiguang's "New Book of Ji Xiao"
"Isn't Qing Yi at home?" Chang Yu asked casually while pulling weeds in the vegetable garden and looking at Wang Zhengnan under the tree.
"Just went out for a walk," Wang Zhengnan replied.
Chang Yu smiled: "She doesn't like to go to the market or go to the theater. What's the point of wandering around in this palm-sized village? She still wanders around every day."
"Don't you also walk around every day? You have your fun, and she has her place to go." Wang Zhengnan smiled lightly. His current identity is Xiucai Gong, and Chang Yu is his servant, so no matter the title or the tone of his words, he is casual.
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But even so, although outsiders could not see anything strange, Lao Zhangtou knew that it was not that simple. He had seen servants from other families wandering around every day without having to serve the young master.
"Oh, then you should tell her where she is going. She won't go to learn female celebrities, right?" Chang Yu said casually.
Wang Zhengnan laughed loudly: "She has been self-sufficient since she was a child, and she knows how to needle and thread. She needs to be taught by others. She is practicing medicine and preaching."
Hey, Chang Yu couldn't help but laugh. Taoism and medical skills have been in the same line since ancient times. It is said that medical skills came from Taoism. Almost all ancient doctors were Taoist priests, and Taoist monks also practiced medical skills while practicing Taoism.
Qing Yi has been exposed to Buddhism since she was a child, reading scriptures and learning medical skills.
I must have been so kindhearted recently when I saw some poor families in the village who couldn't afford medical treatment.
Just preaching…
"Master Hu's mother in the village believed in it, and Qingyi came to his door every day to explain it to him."
Foreign monks like to chant sutras. These days, there are far more Buddhist believers than Taoists. Nine out of ten ordinary people believe in Buddhism, and most of them are men. So Chang Yu was surprised to hear that there was an old rural lady who believed in Buddhism.
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At sunset, the tired birds return to the forest.
After dinner, Chang Yu and Wang Zhengnan went to the river to take a bath and then lay on the rocks to watch the stars. They had lived in this village for more than half a month. During this period, he had not heard anything outside the window and only lived a normal life.
Fortunately, the situation is still stable now, and there are no major incidents in the court. The man in the capital gave him a holiday by the way and did not harass him.
However, he knew in his heart that this place did not belong to him, nor did this peaceful pastoral life belong to him.
"What have you gained during this time?" Chang Yu asked Wang Zhengnan.
"I have read a lot of military books and learned a lot. I am just waiting to apply what I have learned." Wang Zhengnan smiled.
Chang Yu also smiled: "I know what you are thinking, don't be anxious, only by laying the foundation deeper can the building be built as high as possible."
Wang Zhengnan hummed: "I can learn a lot from you."
"You are capable of both literary and military skills. Naturally, I can't keep you by my side as just a personal attendant. However, although you have military experience, it is easy for you to go into battle to kill the enemy. But if you are a general, you are not ready yet.
"Settle down, accumulate, and gain." Chang Yu took a long breath: "Don't be convinced, Hao Yaoqi, Lao Jiu and the others, although they don't know a single Chinese character, their military careers are at least five or six years old.
Although they don’t have much theoretical knowledge, their actual combat experience is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people who talk about military affairs on paper. Their ability to charge into battle and form troops is far incomparable to those nobles in the Governor’s Mansion of the Fifth Army.”
Wang Zhengnan dared not say anything, saying that he had never underestimated Lao Jiu and the others, but rather admired them more.
This is not a lie, Wang Zhengnan is a humble man, and Chang Yu has seen that he is indeed on good terms with the rough guys like Lao Jiu.
"Whether it's fame, fortune, or personal ideals and ambitions, who doesn't want to be famous and famous forever? But don't just think about shining the lintel and passing on the Chinese martial arts. Chang Yu looked at Wang Zhengnan, you are a martial arts wizard, you will be a martial arts genius in the future.
Shine out."
"I am humble enough to obey my teachings!"
This is what Wang Zhengnan admires most about Chang Yu. Although he is young, his knowledge and realm are beyond the reach of others.
The two chatted, then got up, put on their clothes and walked home. As soon as they climbed up the river embankment, they saw a lantern approaching from far away. They guessed that Qing Yi had come back.
"Qingyi" Chang Yu called tentatively.
Sure enough, it was Qing Yi. She held a lantern and walked towards her: "You guys haven't slept yet."
"Oh, I just swam in the river for a while. Why did you come back so late today? Have you eaten yet?" Chang Yu asked.
"I ate it, I ate it at Mr. Hu's house," Qingyi replied, and Chang Yu said, "Listen to the king..." He was originally curious to ask the old lady of the Hu family who believed in Taoism, but suddenly discovered that after the lantern, not only
It was Qing Yi, and there was another figure. He squinted and said, "Hey, why is it you?"