The excitement outside caused Xu Maoxiu and others to come out in a hurry.
"Are these scholars eating too much and getting drunk?" Xu Bangchui said with a glare.
Among the three scholars, one was pointing at the door plaque, another was making gestures with empty fingers, and the third one was wandering around under the door plaque.
It was so lively that some passers-by who had stopped and hesitated to come over quickly hurried past.
"If our business is ruined, I'll tell them to wake up." Xu Bangchui rolled up his sleeves and said.
Xu Maoxiu glared at him.
"Go in and grind beans for Brother Sun," he said.
After he persuaded the other brothers to go back, only Xu Maoxiu and the old shopkeeper were left in front of the door, looking at the three scholars with excited expressions.
"Shopkeeper, who wrote this word for you?" A scholar came back to his senses and grabbed the old shopkeeper and asked.
Character?
The old shopkeeper and Xu Maoxiu both looked at the door plaque.
"It was given by my boss," the old shopkeeper said, looking at Xu Maoxiu.
The three scholars heard this and looked at Xu Maoxiu. They saw that this man was twenty-six or seventeen years old. He wore straight blue cloth and looked a bit like a scholar. However, he was tall, with prominent joints and a bit of rough martial arts.
"Did you write this word?" the three people asked in surprise.
The five-character name "Qieting Temple" is famous throughout Kyoto, and countless people go to observe it every day. It has even become the name of "Qieting Temple". However, the author has never appeared again, which adds to the magical color.
Looking at the man in front of me, he is clean and upright. It would be appropriate to say that this is the author of those five words.
"This?" Xu Maoxiu looked up and looked at the words, then shook his head, "No."
no?
The three of them looked at each other.
"What's wrong with this word?" Xu Maoxiu asked in confusion.
"This is a great word!" the three of them said in unison, stepping forward to surround Xu Maoxiu with a bit of excitement, "I wonder who the author is? Can I see it?"
Is this word so good? Xu Maoxiu couldn't help but look at the door plaque again.
"I'm sorry I can't say." He said apologetically, "As for whether I can meet you, I'll have to ask her before I know."
Sure enough, I recognized him! The three scholars were overjoyed.
"Okay, okay, then I'll trouble my boss to ask if we are lucky enough to meet you." They said and saluted in unison.
Xu Maoxiu returned the favor hurriedly.
"Come on, come on, tell them to go." The three of them didn't wait to say any more and hurriedly got on their horses. When they thought of something, one of them took out some money from his body and stuffed it into the old shopkeeper, "How dare you take advantage of this."
After saying that, he hurried away without waiting for the old shopkeeper to speak again.
The old shopkeeper looked at the seven or eight dollars in his hand, dumbfounded.
"It seems that they will definitely promote our peaceful life without any money." Xu Maoxiu said with a smile.
The old shopkeeper looked back at the door plaque.
"These two words are actually more useful than money?" he said in surprise.
Cheng Jiaoniang put down the pen in her hand, and Chen Shibaniang, who was beside her, wrote two more words and put away her pen.
"Madam, what do you think of what I wrote this time?" she asked, holding up the paper in front of her.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced sideways.
"It's just similar in appearance," she said.
Chen Shiba Niang smiled and nodded.
"That's not bad, at least it's much better than what I wrote before." She said, looking at the paper in front of Cheng Jiaoniang with a bit of longing, "When did a lady write so well?"
"Practice more." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid outside heard the conversation inside and knew that the writing was over, so she came in with tea and snacks. When she heard these words, she couldn't help but nod along.
The lady's hands were already covered with calluses. This was because she was constantly grinding and writing on several desks when she couldn't pick up her pen.
"In addition to the homework assigned by my husband, I also add an hour of writing every night." Chen Shiba Niang said, looking at Cheng Jiao Niang with a bit of joy, "As long as I practice more, I can write with my wife.
Are you feeling better?"
Cheng Jiaoniang picked up the water bowl and paused for a moment.
"No," she said.
Chen Shiba Niang was stunned.
"Sometimes it's talent." Cheng Jiaoniang said, raising her sleeves half-covered to drink water.
Chen Shiba Niang looked at her, stunned for a moment and then smiled.
"Madam, you are really an honest person." She smiled.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't speak. Chen Shiba also knew that she didn't like to talk, so she picked up the tea and thought of something else.
"March 20th is the Dharma Assembly held by the great Zen master at Puxiu Temple. I have already reserved a seat in advance and asked my wife to go with me. I don't understand the lectures on Buddhist scriptures. I just remember that my wife said that the daily tea does not suit my taste. This
The great Zen master of Puxiu Temple makes good Zen tea, so I would like my wife to try it." She said with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Okay, thank you." she said.
As long as she spoke sincerely and straightforwardly, this lady would always answer readily. Chen Shiba Niang stood up and left with a smile.
"Mrs. Eighteen will bring these snacks to Mrs. Dan." The maid smiled and handed over a food box, "It's not a sweet thing, so don't be afraid to eat more."
Chen Shiba Niang took it and thanked her. She saw that the food box was exquisitely made and had a square seal engraved on it.
"Peace." She muttered in a low voice and reached out to touch it. It was Cheng Jiaoniang's font and she was already familiar with it. "It has a good meaning."
The maid couldn't hide her joy when Chen Shiba Niang was sent away.
"The Eighteenth Madam has told you first, otherwise I will tell you too. The tea made by Zen Master Minghai is very good. It's hard to find a bowl of it. How many people make offerings in front of the Buddha just to ask for a bowl of tea from the Zen Master." She said.
said.
After seeing off the Eighteenth Niang, the maid stood on the porch, looking at the flowers and plants in the yard while talking to Brother Jin.
Brother Jin gritted his teeth after hearing this.
"How good is a bowl of tea?" he said.
"Banqin."
The girl in the house suddenly shouted.
Two responses sounded in the yard, but soon Banqin shrank down the corridor and lowered his head to wipe the floor.
"Madam, what are your orders?" the maid asked.
"Let's go to the store." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid answered yes.
"I'm going to rent a car." Brother Jin shouted, turned around and ran out. Then he opened the door and saw a man standing at the door.
Brother Jin was startled, and so were the people outside.
"Jiaojiaoer." Mr. Zhou shouted, coughing in a pretentious manner and about to take a step forward.
Brother Jin hurriedly blocked the door, and Mr. Zhou had to stop.
"Master is here, what's going on?" the maid asked.
"What are you doing standing at the door? Go in and talk." Master Zhou said.
"Unfortunately, the lady is about to go out." The maid said, urging Brother Jin, "Let's rent the Zhang family's carriage."
Brother Jin responded, pushed past Mr. Zhou and ran away.
Mr. Zhou was forced to take two steps back, and Cheng Jiaoniang stepped out.
"Where to go?" he asked.
The maid looked at him with a faint smile.
"Go out for an outing to relax," she said.
Mr. Zhou laughed twice in his heart.
"It's okay to go out for a walk, or it's okay." He said while doing plastic surgery, "Jiaojiaoer, the family just hired a craftsman to look at it, and they said it's not suitable for repairs at this time, so they postponed it to winter, so your aunt asked me to take you back.
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The maid stared at him, and Cheng Jiaoniang also turned her attention to Master Zhou.
"Uncle, are you kidding me?" the maid asked.
Mr. Zhou also thought this was too ridiculous.
He took them back by force, chased them out, and then took them back again in the blink of an eye, making his family feel like fools.
How could this happen?
Why is it that when it comes to this lady, everything doesn't go smoothly and everything goes stumbling and turning over and over again?
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Author: Wu Qianyu
Introduction: The counterattack life of a modern female forensic doctor who traveled through time and became an autistic child (to be continued)
