When I woke up in the morning, it was extremely cold outside.
Song You borrowed the boatman's pole, wore the lotus robe given by Yu Zhizhou, and sat where the boatman sat last night. The river in front of him was cold, the smoke was silent, and the surroundings were quiet. The fishing line stretched into the water, and from time to time it swayed in a small circle.
The ripples are difficult to detect in the mist.
Looking around, there are green mountains everywhere.
The other passengers were either staying in the boat or still sleeping. Only Sanhua Empress was sitting upright and quietly by his legs, her eyes fixed on the intersection of the fishing line and the water.
The boatman has already started cooking breakfast.
“What should I do if I can’t catch it?”
Song You turned around and asked the cat softly.
After hearing this, Sanhua Empress raised her head with very calm eyes. After a moment, she lowered her head and raised her paw to lick it.
Song You didn't know what she meant.
There was a thumping sound behind me, it was the boatman cutting fish bones.
As soon as Song You lifted the fishing rod, a flash of silver left the water, was pulled by the line, and accurately fell into his hand.
But it doesn't matter.
"Send a letter to my father-in-law who sells tea on the way."
I subconsciously tried to recall it, but I didn't find any ancestors hundreds of years ago who were good at using swords.
"This started several years ago. The thief's original surname was Mo. He lived in Lianhua Village outside Yidu City. He was a down-and-out scholar..."
Song You put away the fishing rod and put it back to its original place.
"There is one condition."
The scholar was fascinated and obsessed with what he heard.
"Ha! I never thought that what I saw, sir, was exactly the same as what I saw!" The scholar laughed, "I have a cousin who usually asks me to tell stories, and he prefers this kind of story. The bigger the story, the more gods and Buddhas there are.
, the characters in the story have higher magic power, and he doesn’t care about anything else. He also finds it interesting, but I don’t like it very much.”
"That's not the case."
"Fortunately, there is still a long way to go."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Sir, please speak."
This fish is Sanhua Empress’s breakfast.
"rational."
"Miss Sanhua is used to being hungry."
"Interesting."
"Spring breeze spreads ten miles away, lights are shining on thousands of houses, and prosperity is like a dream."
Song You listened, but his expression was still very calm.
"You're welcome, sir. Since I'm going to compile it into a book, why don't I miss these two stories? When I'm out and about, I meet strangers, so it's better to be free and easy."
The whole story is based on the structure of Mr. Zhang's story, and it is retold from memory, which naturally brings its own flavor. At the same time, Mr. Zhang's story-telling techniques and modalities are omitted, and it becomes like an ordinary neighbor sitting at dusk.
Under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, I will tell you a story that happened some time ago.
"It's a long story."
Song You didn't speak loudly and spoke in detail.
"How is Yangcheng?"
"To be honest, sir, this is my first hobby in my life. In addition, I am also preparing a book. I don't have a title yet. In short, it will summarize the mysterious and wonderful things in the world. Well, it is best to be true and interesting. That's why it's right
There’s such an urgency to collect this sort of thing.”
"Just send a letter?"
"What should I do if Sanhua Empress is hungry?"
"That's true. I have traveled all over the country for many years, but I have rarely seen a city as prosperous and enlightened as Yidu." The scholar paused for a moment, "Except for Yangcheng, I have never been to Changjing."
"I'll talk about the escaped thief first."
Everyone in the world is interested in this kind of story, but there are too few people who can write this kind of book well.
"..."
"My husband and I will pour some wine!"
But he suddenly thought of a question——
It may be that there are deviations in the stories and rumors, it may be that one of the ancestors learned to use the sword for a while after he came down from the mountain, or it may be that he did not remember clearly, in short, it is a common thing.
"Um……"
Song You naturally did not have the decadent ideas of this era and did not discriminate against such miscellaneous books. If you think about it carefully, it is quite interesting to be involved in the writing of a book that has been circulated for thousands of years. Even if it is already a pile when it is passed down to later generations.
White bones, yellow sand, nothing left.
"Please say."
As the scholar said, this kind of books are just miscellaneous books in this era, and are difficult to reach the level of elegance. They are even spurned by some old Confucians. Some people dare not leave their names after writing books for fear of losing face. But this
Such books are also very popular these days, and their popularity is much higher than that of famous classics.
Why?
The main thing is that he doesn't really want to hear it.
"Which one do you like to listen to, sir?"
"The Story of Tao Li's Age" is not very well written, and the story contains a lot of content that can only be understood by Taoist practitioners, but it still became popular all over the country at an extremely fast speed.
"I have heard of it." The scholar sighed, "But in the teahouse, I listened to some of the talk. Even if I paid for the tea, I didn't listen to it completely. It's a pity."
"Haha! This is how life should be!"
"good."
"Then just think that all my talk was in vain, and I'll pay it back to you sir!"
"Haha, I'm not afraid of Mr.'s jokes!" the scholar said with a smile, "I have not been interested in economics and political theory since I was a child, and now I am very stupid. I am afraid that I will have no hope in my life if I want to win the exam. If this book can be successfully prepared,
, first of all, I have accomplished something I have always wanted to do. Secondly, hehe, although it is not a book worth being proud of, and it is even difficult to be considered elegant, but with this book, I, Fu, can’t say that I
People can also be like the ministers of the past dynasties, and their names will remain in history."
"Maybe we'll have a chance in the future."
The scholar couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised the wonderful thing, and then shook his head: "It's a pity that I have been out for a long time, otherwise I should go together with the teacher!"
The sound of footsteps soon came from behind.
"Oh, that's right——"
At the same time, a voice came from behind.
"All ears."
The scholar couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and clapped his hands, realizing that this gentleman really suited his liking.
Song You lowered his head and stared at Empress Sanhua eating fish, and still replied calmly:
"Have heard of it."
Needless to say, everyone knows that it is the scholar named Fu.
"Traveling around the world, I have no fixed destination yet."
Song You stopped stopping him and only looked at the little girl next to him.
"Hasn't Shiba heard of it?"
After listening to this, Song You thought about it seriously and realized that it was really possible.
“It’s a deal!”
"I wonder if I can tell you something."
"That's enough for the cat."
"I don't know where I'm going."
"Then you should go and see."
The girl was playing with the water on the edge of the boat and listening to their stories. Suddenly, she seemed to be attracted by the light in the water. She lay on the edge of the boat and wanted to get closer to have a look.
The scholar stood and turned to look at him: "I haven't asked yet, where are you going, sir?"
"Yidu is prosperous, so I have to go and see it."
The scholar seemed to have just remembered at this moment: "Sir, since you are passing through Yidu, have you heard about the case of the escaped thief that made a big fuss in Yidu last year? There is also the case of the Master of Tai'an Temple that is widely rumored among the people?"
Song You thought for a moment and knew that the scholar must have thought that he was also in Lingquan County and had heard of Fulong Temple, so he specifically told the story about Fulong Temple.
The porridge is light and bland, but it is just right for this cold morning on the river.
The successive patrons of Fulong Temple rarely left stories about their travels. Even Song You’s master rarely told him about his experiences and gains when he was young, for fear of affecting future generations. Everyone
There should be a path that belongs to oneself. And the ancestor who was so long ago and has never met before, in fact, in Song You's heart, there is not much difference between him and a stranger.
After dinner, it was the scholar's turn to tell stories.
Even the other three members of the family couldn't help but sit in the cabin and listen. The little girl opened her big black eyes, thinking she had a world full of mystery in her heart, right?
After I finished speaking, I happened to smell the aroma of porridge, so I had breakfast first.
"Caught it."
"I have quite a few such stories."
Song You couldn't help but glance up at him: "You are really fascinated by this kind of story..."
"I don't need to tell you any more stories about Fulong Temple."
"Sir, you are so elegant."
"But why go to Lingbo again?"
"Wonderful!"
"I see."
"When I was traveling downstream to Liyangzhou, I once heard a story from a hermit in a high mountain."
"Fishing in the Hanjiang River, looking at the mountains and rivers, and talking to cats, I don't know how many people would like to be as interested as my husband, but they are not in such a state of mind." He stopped behind Song You and saw him retracting his pole. He was a little curious and said, "Sir, I just caught it."
Why don’t you catch this meal?”
The scholar brought another horse over and sat next to Song You: "Sir, since you are coming from Lingquan County, did you pass through Yidu on the way?"
Because of the lack of details, the scholar's story is much shorter: "And the Taoist priest, I heard, came from Fulong Temple. As for where Fulong Temple is, it is not in the story and no one knows. I heard it from another story.
After reading the name of Fulong Temple in Yin Yang Mountain, I boldly guessed that it might be the same Taoist temple."
"When I tell a story, I have to tell a story at the same time. In this way, both sides are clear and neither owes anything to the other."
There are not many similar books on the market.
"It is said that hundreds of years ago, Yangzhou was far less prosperous than it is now, and there were even big monsters entrenched in it. All the mountains away from the road were the hunting grounds of the big monsters, and mountain monsters often came down from the mountains to harm people. At the end of the previous dynasty,
The political situation was chaotic and the people were in dire straits. At this time, a man passed by, carrying a jade sword. He fought with the demon on Heidu Mountain for half a year and killed it with his sword. After that, Yangzhou was at peace."
"What do you think of this story, sir?"
By coincidence, just before leaving, I listened to Mr. Zhang speak in detail in the Yunshuo shed in the north tile.
If this scholar writes well, it is really possible that it will be passed down.
When Sanhua Empress heard the voice, her ears trembled, then she raised her head and said to him in a low voice:
"Forget it if you can't catch it."
"The story is big, but not interesting."
Song You looked helpless.
Sanhua Empress usually only catches mice at night. Before she met him, if she hadn't caught birds, insects and the like during the day, and if someone hadn't come to offer her an offering, what would she have eaten? Anyway, he never listened.
After the Sanhua Empress cried out that she was hungry, she usually thought it was because she cooked in time and she could get food from other places, but now it seems that is not the case.
There was a huge black shadow swimming under the water.
After Song You tapped the edge of the boat with his fingers to attract the little girl's attention, he smiled and reminded her not to play in the water. After she sat down again, she felt relieved. He glanced at the river again and saw that the black shadow had disappeared.
During the conversation, the boat passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.