"Young Master Li is so righteous. He gave away a hundred taels of silver as he asked, but it was worth it if he could accomplish a beautiful thing." Zhu Yu shook his head and said with some admiration.
Wang Ping counted with his fingers: "I don't know if it's worth it, but these one hundred taels are enough for my family's harvest for more than ten years."
"I have to copy books for more than ten years to earn it." Ning Caichen also did some mental calculations and said in a sour tone.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Actually, I'm not very interested in money. One hundred taels is a lot?"
"Uu~!"
Several people shouted in unison.
"What are you talking about? Am I going to tell you that my Li family paves the road with gold bricks and casts winter melons with silver? Copper coins are not even qualified to enter the treasury." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.
Of course, you can't say this, you still have to be low-key and low-key.
It's understandable that you should be more high-profile when doing good deeds.
Moreover, using money to do good deeds may seem like a loss, but in fact it is not. Although merit is invisible, it does exist. The more the better, and people with deep merit will always be safe and sound.
But at this moment, while these people were talking, Chu Tian, who had left Qin Pavilion, was drunk and minding his own business, preparing to go home and rest.
Today was really bad. I originally wanted to listen to Shiniang play the piano, but when I met Li Xiuyuan, I was deliberately angry with him for selling his concubine and losing money. Nothing went as planned.
When Chu Tian crossed the bridge and left the Qinhuai River, his steps were a little sloppy because he was drunk, and he couldn't help bumping into a man buying a drink who was coming towards him.
The man was carrying two jars of wine, but they fell to the ground with a crash.
"Why don't you walk with eyes? You spilled my drink." The bartender immediately yelled.
Chu Tian immediately said angrily and grabbed the bartender's clothes: "How dare you scold me, you despicable guy? You are seeking death. You should know better and stay away, or I will kill you."
After saying that, he pushed the bartender to the ground with great force.
There was a crashing sound as the bartender dropped a jar of wine on the bridge and broke into pieces, spilling the wine all over the floor.
"You pay for my drink, pay for my drink." The bartender immediately shouted angrily and angrily.
"It's your fate to break a jar of wine, but you still dare to ask me to compensate you. Do you know who I am? I'll scare you if I tell you."
Chu Tian was so drunk that he thought he was still Mr. Chu from Guo Beicheng, so he didn't take the bartender seriously at all.
After scolding him a few times, the bartender saw that this man was dressed like a noble man and was a scholar, but he could only wipe his tears in aggrievedness and did not dare to continue to argue.
Seeing that Chu Tian was submissive, he was satisfied and left swaggeringly.
But before he had taken a few steps, his foot slipped due to the drink on the floor, and he lost his balance. He somehow turned around and fell directly from the bridge.
"Plop~!"
A huge sound of falling water sounded on the Qinhuai River.
"Oops, someone fell into the water." Seeing this, the bartender turned pale and shouted hurriedly.
However, when pedestrians nearby looked around and prepared to rescue the person, they found that the river was calm, and the person who fell down seemed to have disappeared into the sea without any movement at all.
At this time, another passerby saw a Taoist floating on the Qinhuai River from upstream, and hurriedly shouted: "Taoist, please don't fall asleep. Someone fell into the water just now. You are a Taoist, please help me."
Use magic to save people."
Everyone near the Qinhuai River knows that there is a weird Taoist who likes to sleep. In the winter, he either sleeps on the cold rocks or lies on the river and floats around.
People who didn't know better thought it was a corpse. Someone rowed a boat to retrieve the body, but after it was retrieved, the man woke up and fell into the river again. Later, people nearby realized that the man was sleeping on the river.
It was surprising, but after a while, I got used to it and ignored it. I only knew that this was a capable expert who was different from ordinary people.
The Taoist floating on the river seemed to hear the pedestrians calling for help, and woke up in a daze. He stretched out his hand and patted the river. A whirlpool suddenly appeared on the river under the bridge, and then a water column rushed out of the whirlpool.
It came out and connected to the bridge head like a dragon sucking water, and with the appearance of this water column, a cold corpse fell to the ground.
This corpse is none other than Chu Tian.
Que saw that his hands were covered with mud, his clothes were torn open, his body was stiff, and he had no breath at all.
"Hey, it's too late. The Taoist priest cast a spell to save him but he didn't catch up. If only he had fallen into the water later, he might not have died. I don't know whose son he is, he drowned at a young age."
Some of the onlookers sighed.
"He smells of alcohol. He must have gone to invite Qinhuai River to drink. This is not a rare thing. Every year, drunken scholars fall into the Qinhuai River and drown." Some people from the older generation shook their heads and said.
"Why is there mud on his hands, and he tore the skirt of his clothes? He died in such a strange way, there must be no monsters in the water that are harming people."
A boatman next to him laughed and said: "What a monster? This is what happens to people who drown. He fell into the water drunk and couldn't tell the direction for a while. He didn't know up, down, left, and right. He could only chase the light, and he could only look at the bottom of the river underwater."
There was light, but when looking at the river surface, it was dim, so he naturally rowed to the bottom of the river. By the time he hit the bottom of the river, he was almost suffocated, so in a panic, he naturally grabbed at the mud at the bottom of the river.
I tore my clothes apart because my chest was tight and I couldn't breathe."
"That's the truth. It's the same as a person who freezes to death. Instead of wearing any clothes, a person who freezes to death takes off all his clothes. Those who don't know better think he died of heat. This person has already drowned. It's better to hurry up.
Inform the government." Someone nodded in agreement.
From the time he left the Qin Pavilion to the time Chu Tian drowned, it was only half an hour.
The retribution came so quickly and the disaster came so fiercely, which Li Xiuyuan did not expect.
But he didn't know this at the moment.
Although he has the book of life and death in his hand, he will not check it all the time.
In the current Qin Pavilion, a group of scholars have been playing the game of Fuqi while listening to the music.
Fuqi is actually a kind of folk magic like divination, which is very popular both among scholars and among dignitaries, because there are ghosts and gods in this world, as well as demons and monsters. We are exposed to more gods, gods and ghosts, and some corresponding
There are naturally more spells for divination and praying to gods. This fuji is the most common one, and it is very simple and easy to use.
Take a sand table and put a branch on it. Each person takes one end and puts it on the sand table. After reading the corresponding terms, the branches will move and draw patterns or write some words on the sand table. At this time, you
You can ask the questions you want to ask, and the invited immortals will help you answer them.
Li Xiuyuan only took a few glances and felt that this spell was very similar to Bixian.
"It's moving, it's moving, the Immortal has arrived." A scholar said excitedly.
The branches placed on the sand table moved.
"I wonder where Ji Xian is from? Does he have a name?" asked the scholar next to him.
The branches swayed, and as expected, I slowly began to write on the sand table. I only wrote one word, Lu.
"It's an immortal named Lu."
The other scholars immediately became excited, it seemed that this immortal was really invited.
"I dare to ask Ji Xian, I heard from the Yamen that the imperial court will hold an enke ceremony in Yangzhou next spring. Is this true?" Immediately, someone asked the question.
The branches swayed, and another word was written on the sand table: True.
"Great, what the immortals say is true. Encore courses will definitely be offered in the spring of next year. No, I have to hurry up and prepare for the exam." A scholar was very excited, feeling that his chance to gain fame had come again.
Other scholars rushed to ask the immortal various questions.
Although Ji Xian's words are concise and concise, what he says every time is very accurate, which is amazing.
"It turns out it's Fuji. I haven't played it for a long time. The immortal they invited is really powerful. He even knows about Kai Enke."
Ning Caichen opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief.
Li Xiuyuan had told them about Kai Enke before when he was at the mansion. This news was obtained from Fu Tianchou, the Minister of War, and it was genuine news. He didn't expect that this immortal was actually quite capable, which made him a little bit nervous.
Looked at differently.
In fact, the immortals invited by Fuji are not gods. Most of them are just imps passing by. It is rare to meet a god. As for the real immortals, they will not play this kind of game with you.
And the little ghosts passing by just want some incense to offer, because after the fuji game is over, there will be offerings to you to send the fuji immortal away.