Chapter 195: Talking about Marry Ridge and Invitation to Go Out
Hearing that Jia Lan was going to publish her manuscript, Lin Daiyu felt panicked for no reason.
But when she saw Jia Lan patting her heart and promising herself, she couldn't help but feel a little excited and felt happy.
She pursed her lips in a reserved manner, pretending to be indifferent, but the balled up handkerchief in her hand had obviously revealed her true mood.
"Since you said so, then let it be your way!" Daiyu raised her head proudly.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Jia Lan is not confident without reason, but Daiyu’s story is really good.
Daiyu's storybook is based on "Marrying Ridge", which tells the story of two brides, one poor and one rich, whose sedans were temporarily parked in a mountain pavilion by their bearers to avoid heavy rain.
The bridegrooms all went to take shelter from the rain, and the two brides were bored, so they started chatting in the pavilion. The rich one felt sorry for the other's situation, so he gave the other a dowry bag of gold in a boot. Later, the plot became a bit cliché. The rich lady's family changed and she was living on the streets begging for food; the poor bride used the bag of gold as capital and opened a tavern through hard work, and her life was prosperous.
One day, a begging lady came to a tavern, and the kind-hearted tavern lady took her in. By chance, she recognized the gold boots on the incense table in the ancestral hall. The two former brides recognized each other, hugged each other, cried, and started living again.
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From then on, people called the mountain ridge where they rested their sedan chairs when they got married "Marrying Ridge."
Jia Lan once read this story in an old story book found at a street stall, and especially remembered the small note at the end: This story was narrated by an old man in such and such a place.
Later, while traveling down south, Jia Lan also heard several versions of this story from fellow villagers in several places, which brought back memories of his former days as Jia Nan.
In order to retain his nostalgia, Jia Lan conveniently attached this story to his letter and told it to Daiyu as an interesting anecdote on the road.
He only wrote the above content, but did not write the whole truth.
Because reality is never that beautiful.
The rich lady married a good husband, and they were in love with each other, and their lives were very good.
But the question is, why did something happen to Hao Duanduan's family and ended up living on the street?
It was the Japanese rebellion.
In many places in the southeast, there are still many customs to this day, and among them there are still traces of that bloody era.
For example, before Jialan traveled through time, a work colleague once said that his family did not celebrate the Chinese New Year on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
The reason for this makes people shudder when thinking about it.
Fortunately, the story of Marry Ridge has a happy ending...
The rich lady’s husband did not die, so she joined the Qi Army to avenge the hatred of the country and her family. After the peace in the sea area, she returned home in fine clothes, reunited with her wife and her family, and from then on became friends with the tavern lady and her family.
Daiyu vaguely mentioned in her letter that she was trying to write a storybook. Unexpectedly, Daiyu actually wrote it, which gave her an unexpected surprise. She borrowed the idea of "Marrying Ridge" and wrote it
A completely different story.
Based on this story, in Jia Lan's later generations, a hit drama was born that attracted thousands of viewers, and even several of the leading actors became famous.
Jia Lan was full of praises. Although Daiyu was happy, she still said modestly: "It's not as good as what you said."
She pursed her lips and said softly.
After a long while, he waved his hand again and covered the manuscript: "No, let me revise it again."
"It's up to you. You can change it however you like. I won't change a word."
"No!"
Unexpectedly, Daiyu frowned, "You have to take care of me!"
She misunderstood that Jia Lan wanted to be lazy, and she suddenly changed her mind: "If you are like this, you can no longer count on me to write manuscripts in the future!"
Daiyu's sudden change of attitude puzzled Jia Lan: "Everyone has his or her own style. Why does my aunt force me to change this well-written story?"
After hearing this, Daiyu felt even more that Jia Lan wanted to be lazy, and she was a little angry for a while: "In the past, you asked me to write for you, and I forgot about food and sleep to write for you. Now I just ask you to help me review, and you are so evasive.
!If you want me to write again tomorrow, I can’t do it anymore!”
At this time, Jia Lan realized that Daiyu seemed to have misunderstood something, and quickly said: "Auntie has misunderstood me. Your story is really well written. Look at the beginning...and then this..."
After talking for half an hour, Jia Lan retold and commented on the story eloquently, and even recited some chapters directly, which made Daiyu stunned for a while.
"Aunt Lin?"
Daiyu finally came back to her senses, staring at Jia Lan with watery eyes, but her voice could not conceal her surprise: "You actually memorized it all?"
Jia Lan nodded calmly. With the intensity of his spiritual sense now, he could barely forget it. What's more, he already had some impressions of this story. When the two of them were combined, the impression was naturally even more profound.
Daiyu pursed her lips, two small dimples appeared on her cheeks, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes completely softened.
Although she was a little embarrassed, she still suppressed her shame and looked at Jia Lan and said softly: "It turns out that I wrongly blamed you. It's not my fault."
"What is it that you are not and I am not? Why should we still be like this between you and me? I regard my aunt as a confidant, but I beg my aunt to treat me in the same way."
The tone that sounded slightly reproachful at first made Daiyu freeze on the spot, and the sincerity in the tone made her feel comfortable.
At this point, she completely let go of the awkwardness she felt after the two met again, and smiled.
"Hmm!"
"Ah, by the way, I'm going to the street to buy some things. Auntie, do you want to come with me?"
"Going to the street? What to buy?" Daiyu frowned, obviously not happy.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I want to buy some gifts for teachers and elders."
Originally, Jia Lan did not need to go to these matters in person. It happened that Qin Shi's family came to Shenjing to visit relatives, so Jia Lan asked Qin Shi Haosheng to accompany his relatives. By the way, he also gave Ban'er a holiday and asked him to go home to see Grandma Liu.
Come back later.
"Forget it, I'd better not go." Daiyu thought about it and refused. She was a little afraid of the dense flow of people on the street.
Jia Lan didn't force him after hearing this. In fact, not only Daiyu, but also Sanchun and Baochai were masters who didn't like to go out.
I don’t know if it’s because Emperor Gao of the Xia Dynasty didn’t like Cheng Zhu, let alone the literati who kept talking about Cheng Zhu.
At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, those literati who kept saying that "starving to death is a small matter, being dishonest is a big matter" were all humiliated by Emperor Gao, and even the people's belief in Neo-Confucianism was shaken a lot.
Especially in the center of the Confucian Temple in Shenjing, Emperor Gao personally wrote "Qinyuan Chun" written by Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang, which shocked the literati at that time to their core.
If you die to be filial to your son, to die to be loyal to your ministers, it doesn’t matter if you die.
Since Guangyue's spirit is divided, the scholars have no integrity; the monarch and his ministers lack the righteousness, who has the courage to bear the burden. Criticize the thief Zhang Xun, love the monarch far away, and retain the eternal fragrance of reputation.
Those who come after us have the skills of a master and the steel that can be tempered hundreds of times.
Life is like a cloud, and it’s so fierce and vigorous.
At that time, he betrayed his country, surrendered willingly to the captives, was reviled by others, and lived in peace.
The ancient temple is quiet and elegant, with dead trees and jackdaws and the setting sun.
Under the postal booth, a traitor passed by. Think carefully.
The defenders were deeply affected, and as a result, the various dogmatic restraints on folk women were relaxed, and women were not considered immoral when they went out.