253. What is the use of morality, benevolence, righteousness and propriety?
"Brother Puyin, don't be so sensitive. I didn't mean to call you a pig..."
The figure in the rocking chair sat up as he spoke, then moved the book away, revealing an approachable smiling face.
There are some wrinkles on his forehead, and there are silver threads on his temples.
When he smiles, he shows his snow-white teeth.
It makes people feel good out of thin air.
But at this moment, Zen Master Puyin obviously had no good impression of this old neighbor and said directly, "Donor Xia already has a family, so you need to be cautious in everything you say and do."
"You have to pay attention to your image, don't affect my good daughter..."
Lao Xia nodded in agreement, but quickly shook his head again, his tone showing a bit of anger.
"But Brother Puyin, it's useless for you to just advise me to be cautious.
You need to talk to that apprentice of yours and stop taking my daughter out to play all day long.
She was originally a good lady, but she was turned into a wild girl by that brat.
Brother Puyin, let me tell the truth.
If it wasn't for your sake these years, I would have hung that brat up and beaten him!"
Zen Master Puyin nodded subconsciously and said, "It is indeed my disciple who did this, and what he did was not...wrong!"
Soon, Zen Master Puyin reacted, frowned again, and retorted, "Donor Xia, you are wrong.
All I see on weekdays are your daughters coming to play with my apprentice, how can I say it is Qi's fault?"
At this time, Lao Xia had already walked up to Zen Master Puyin with the ancient book in hand. Without being polite, he directly put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, "Why are the two children so clearly separated?
I have no other intention, I just want to advise you to return to secular life in the future, but never give birth to a daughter.
Because once a daughter is born..."
Lao Xia looked up at the backyard next door. His eyes seemed to penetrate the wall. When he saw the two figures chasing each other in the yard, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Half of my heart is tied to her."
."
Zen Master Puyin asked subconsciously, "Is there still half a pill left?"
But this time, before Lao Xia could speak, he reacted quickly, said "sin" quickly, and walked away quickly, as if he wanted to cover up his embarrassment.
Lao Xia didn't care and said casually, "Brother Puyin, although your disciple is better than you in Zen.
But I think men should still focus on spiritual practice. What’s the point of being tired of being with girls all day long?”
Zen Master Puyin continued to walk forward and said a word without looking back.
"Donor Xia may not be better than my apprentice."
After hearing this, Lao Xia immediately became angry. He turned to look at the back of Zen Master Puyin and shouted loudly, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? It sounds like I am afraid of women..."
Zen Master Puyin seemed not to have heard this and went his own way.
There was just a faint smile on his old face.
And just as he was about to reach the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "Have you really decided to do that?"
Lao Xia had already picked up the ancient book again, and while reading it, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Of course, what a man says is like a nail in the mouth.
Besides, I have my own rules in my heart, so I don’t need external blessings.
So I'm not a real scholar, so what's the use of morals, benevolence, justice and etiquette?
Okay, you hurry up and find a suitable person to come over and continue this avenue of mine so that I can understand other avenues."
Zen Master Puyin was silent for a while, then nodded, said the word "good", turned forward, and disappeared into the corridor.
While reading the ancient book "Su Shu", Lao Xia walked to the rocking chair and prepared to lie down again.
As a result, just when he sat down, he received a slap on the head unexpectedly.
Then a soft drink sounded in my ears.
"Are you reading this book again?
Haven’t you already figured out a path to spiritual practice?
Keep reading, can you still see that the second way is not possible?!"
Lao Xia covered his beaten head, turned to look at his wife, and immediately said with a smile, "Of course not, I'm just pretending."
A middle-aged woman with a good face and a slightly fat figure, wearing an apron, was holding a bowl of soup in her right hand and handed it to Lao Xia, "Drink."
Lao Xia looked at the bowl of soup and remembered the fear of being dominated before. He swallowed his saliva and said with a bitter look on his face, "Honey, what version of plum soup is this? I..."
"Um?"
"I'll drink! Let's drink now!"
Lao Xia took the bowl of plum soup without saying a word, then shook the porcelain bowl, looked at the plum soup inside, and listened to the sound of a few pieces of broken ice hitting the wall. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at his wife, showing a slight smile.
"Honey, looking at this bowl of soup reminds me of that sentence, the world is full of emotions, but..."
Snapped!
Before Lao Xia could finish speaking, he received another slap on the forehead as expected.
The middle-aged woman shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense and drink it quickly. After you drink it, rate it for me and I will continue to improve it."
"Okay, wife."
Lao Xia had no choice but to put down the ancient book, pinched his nose, raised his head and drank it in one breath.
After drinking, his entire face turned into the color of pig liver.
Obviously, the taste of this bowl of plum soup is a bit surprising.
When the middle-aged woman saw that Lao Xia had finished drinking, her eyes immediately shone and she looked at him expectantly.
"Tell me, how does the plum soup I improved this time taste like?"
Lao Xia almost couldn't catch his breath. After taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed the vomiting in his stomach.
Then he opened his eyes wide, remembering something he had almost forgotten, and said with a look of shock, "No, didn't you say last time that it was the final version? Why do you want me to taste it this time?"
"What do you know?"
The middle-aged women immediately muttered, "The version last time was indeed the best, but when it comes to drinking for my daughter, we have to choose the best among the best, so husband, please work harder."
How...how many times?!
Lao Xia looked a little horrified this time, but then he thought that the plum soup his wife made was for his daughter, so he sighed helplessly, "You just don't treat me as a human being."
When the middle-aged woman Yuan Fen heard this, she immediately narrowed her eyes and looked at Lao Xia with a smile. Then she raised her hand and touched Lao Xia's head and said comfortingly, "You can't say that.
At least I give you the first bowl of soup every time I make it.
Lao Xia, you must know how to be content."
"Yes, yes, honey, everything you say is right."
"That's right. Okay. Judging from your reaction just now, I know that this version is still not good enough. I will continue to go back and improve it."
Yuan Fen stood up and walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lao Xia, "By the way, do you want to come into the kitchen and learn how to cook with me?"
What if I leave one day and you don’t know how to cook?"