The second update of 4,500 words has been delivered, and nearly 10,000 words have been updated. Thank you so much for your love. I am so frightened that I cannot express it in words. Please allow me to cry for a while.
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When the sky was slightly bright, Mr. Cheng Er had been waiting at the entrance of an alley in the city for a long time. Behind him were two young men, holding a lot of gift boxes. His feet were numb as he stood.
It's not that he doesn't knock, it's that no one pays attention to him.
Master Cheng Er had to wait.
This is an inconspicuous house, just like the ordinary homes around it, but the governor does not dare to be disrespectful.
Because this is the former residence of his teacher Zhang Chun. If it were just a former residence, that would be fine. Now an old man lives in it.
Zhang Chun's father came back from the capital a month ago. He said he was homesick, so he went back to his old residence to stay for a while.
The sun was shining brightly, and Mr. Cheng once again signaled the young man to come forward and call the door. This time, after a while, someone at the door responded.
"Who is it, so early?" The old door opened, and a trembling old man with dim eyes walked out.
It's still early! It's almost three hours a day.
Mr. Cheng Er smiled and saluted.
"A certain Cheng Dong is Mr.'s disciple and once came to visit the old Mr." He said.
Zhang Chun has taught in Jiangzhou and Weizhou for decades, and now he is invited to teach in Taixue in Beijing. He has disciples all over the world who respect his teacher and Taoism. Although Zhang Chun has been away from his former residence for a long time, many of his family members have also moved to Beijing.
However, many students still visit the former residence here every year, either coming here specifically for study tours or passing by.
Especially when Father Zhang Chun returned, there was a lot of excitement in the previous period. If Father Zhang hadn't lost his temper due to being disturbed, the excitement would have continued today.
The old man is obviously familiar with all this.
"Unfortunately, the old gentleman went out early in the morning and has not returned yet," he said.
So early! Mr. Cheng Er was surprised.
At this time, it was time for Cheng Jiaoniang to have breakfast, and the girl pushed the food box over.
In addition to a bowl of white porridge and side dishes, there is also a steamed yellow orange. When you open the lid, the fragrance is fragrant.
The girl carefully dug out a spoonful of crab roe and gave it to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to take it, dipped it in some salt and vinegar, took a bite and put it down.
"Madam, can't you do it well?" the girl asked with some panic.
"The orange is not ripe enough, the crab roe is not enough, the wine is not good enough, and the taste is not good enough. It is really hard to swallow." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the girl's face, she smiled slightly, "It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and it has nothing to do with you."
The girl felt a little relieved.
"I'll pick something up when I get to town," she said. "The ones sent from home won't do."
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say it wasn't too much trouble, but nodded.
"Just pick out good ingredients and then cook them. If you don't have good ingredients, don't bother with it," she said.
The girl responded as she watched Cheng Jiaoniang slowly finish the porridge and side dishes and pack the food box.
Cheng Jiaoniang took the book and continued reading. She finally finished reading one page of the Prosperity Record of the Great Zhou Dynasty that she brought from home.
The girl stood aside and opened the curtain, looking back at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Quiet, as always, as if what happened that night had never happened, as if those two people were not killed but had never existed...
Someone is dead, is it dead? One person is dead, or two, they died so suddenly...
The girl couldn't help but tremble a few times.
"Madam." The girl couldn't help but murmured.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't raise her head and hummed, but she didn't hear the girl speak again for a long time.
"If God does evil, you can live. If you do evil, you can't live." Cheng Jiaoniang turned over a page of the book and said, "If people don't care, God will take her life. That woman did her own evil and was struck by lightning, but God took her life."
, you must remember."
The girl quickly turned around and knelt down.
"Yes, I remember. No, I know." She said in a trembling voice.
She understood that it was not necessary to kill someone by one's own hands, but that God could also control her.
She never understood how putting an iron rod on the house, hanging a paper kite, and throwing down a rope could attract thunder and fire.
She also didn't understand how the lady knew it would rain or thunder at that time.
But that doesn't matter, as long as she knows and listens to my wife, that's all.
The girl walked out holding the food box and met two Taoist nuns bringing water.
"Sister Banqin." They saluted respectfully.
This lady was a kind person who rescued people on the mountain.
And from what I have seen over the past few days, she is indeed a kind-hearted and kind-hearted girl.
No matter old or young, everyone in the audience likes her.
The girl smiled at them and thanked them. Now they were still cooking alone, and led the two Taoist nuns to pour the mountain spring water into the water jar.
A Taoist nun could not help but be curious as she smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen.
"It smells so good." She couldn't help but sniff and said.
The girl said oh and handed over the food box.
"Here are some snacks, take them and eat them," she said.
The two Taoist nuns were startled and hurriedly waved their hands.
"Don't dare." They said, "Let me eat it."
"My wife doesn't like it. I made a lot of it and it was ruined if I left it alone." The girl said.
It smells so good, how could you not like it?
It seems that fools are indeed different from ordinary people.
Seeing what she said and the enticing aroma, the two Taoist nuns thanked her and took it.
The old man stepped down from the mountain refreshed. In addition to the old servant who followed him last time, there was also a boy behind him.
"Master, can you go back?" the old servant asked.
"The doctor said it's okay, it's okay. I went out to eat this time and nothing will happen again." The old man said with a smile.
The old servant looked sad.
"But, sir, you don't eat much after all," he said.
The old man laughed and pretended not to hear, and pointed at the mountain.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. The mountains and forests have changed. The Taoist temple I visited last time has not been repaired yet." He casually changed the subject and said.
"That Taoist temple was struck by lightning." The boy said hurriedly, with some excitement, "People say that the temple owner was transformed into a fox spirit, so he attracted the thunder from the sky. There was such a big thunder and fire at that time, and there were people who saw it with their own eyes
I saw Mr. Lei."
The folk talk was so exaggerated that the old man laughed heartily and his eyes fell on the Great Mysterious Temple not far away.
Seeing this, the corners of his mouth were slightly sour. He thought of the candied oranges he ate that day. After he returned home, he also asked the cook to try making the candied oranges. The seemingly simple candied oranges always tasted wrong when they were made. He didn't know it was because he was sick that day.
The reason is that there are magic tricks even for snacks.
"Since you're here, let's go there and ask for a bowl of water." He said, striding over first.
Seeing the old man entering the door, the child who was sweeping the floor let out a sigh.
"It's the husband who is sick from hunger." She couldn't help but say.
If it was too disrespectful, the Taoist nun next to her hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her and hurriedly welcomed her over.
"Good man," she said with a salute.
Naturally, the old man heard what the child said and just smiled.
"I'm not hungry this time. Come and beg for a bowl of water." He said with a smile.
The child smiled shyly, threw down the broom and hurriedly fetched a bedding, and then went to pour some water.
"Junior sister, look what good things I brought."
Two Taoist nuns from behind the courtyard walked over quickly with a smile and a food box in their hands. When they saw the father-in-law sitting on the porch, they also let out a sigh.
"Old man, it's great that you're here." One of them said hurriedly, "The lady I met on the mountain that time is right here."
The old man and the old servant were surprised.
"Oh, that's great." The father-in-law said. He was about to stand up, but when he thought it was a woman, he sat down again. "Can I trouble Fairy to ask if I can meet her?"
The Taoist nun responded, turned around and walked back.
The little boy also brought some water, and the old man took it up to drink. He smelled the delicious fragrance in his breath and couldn't help but look over. His eyes fell on the food box in the hand of a Taoist nun, who was about to open it to show to the junior sisters.
"Xiangu, what good thing is it?" he asked.
The Taoist nun smiled and took out a round orange.
"It's an orange." She said, and then lifted up the peel that had been cut and covered. "There is meat inside."
When the lid is opened, the aroma overflows.
The old man couldn't help but take a deep breath, his stomach growled a few times, and he felt hungry.
The Taoist nun saw it and held one over with a smile.
"Dad, try it, what kind of meat is this?" she said.
The old man took it, looked at it, and nodded.
"Crab meat." He said, it was wonderful to make crab meat in this way. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. His face was filled with surprise, "Okay, okay, okay."
After saying these three words, he didn't even think about talking and started eating with big mouthfuls. The old servant and the boy were startled and then overjoyed.
"Great, I finally want to eat!" the boy said.
The three Taoist nuns looked at each other and realized that the old man was suffering from hunger disease again...
This old man is definitely suffering from hunger disease.
The Taoist nuns looked at the three empty oranges on the table, and then at the old man who took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth.
"It would be better if there was another bowl of white rice porridge." He said without knowing what he meant.
Where can I afford to eat in a Taoist temple?
"There is only tea soup, do good people want to eat it?" said a Taoist nun.
The old man shook his head.
"No, no, it's just delicious." He said. After eating three orange crab roe meats, he felt refreshed, clapped his hands and stood up.
"That's fine, let's rush home as soon as possible and cook a bowl of white rice, thick and thick, and a dish of cabbage salad." He said, quite impatiently.
The old servant and the young man were busy leading the way. The master has been anorexic for a long time. It is a great joy to be so eager to eat.
A Taoist nun hurriedly ran from behind.
"Good man, unfortunately, the lady is out." She said apologetically.
The old man reached out and patted his head before he remembered why he was sitting here.
He was waiting to thank his benefactor, but he forgot all about it after eating three pieces of orange meat.
Out? Are you leaving?
"What an unfortunate coincidence." He said, frowning and thinking for a moment, "May I ask whose family name this lady is from?"
The Taoist nuns looked at each other.
"Actually, she's not really a lady," said the little boy.
The old man hummed, puzzled.
"Which wife is she from?" he asked, or a woman from a mountain village? "Since you recognize her, tell me. I'll have someone send me a thank you gift in person. The doctor once said that thanks to the timely treatment that day, otherwise I would have been there.
I’ve been lying in bed for a few days.”
That candied orange had such a miraculous effect? The Taoist nuns were surprised.
Then this girl is really not only kind-hearted, but also really skillful.
"It's not the lady, she is the lady's servant, a girl." A Taoist nun said immediately.
The old man said oh.
"Which girl is so clever?" he asked curiously.
"He's from the Beicheng family, and his name is Banqin." said the Taoist nun.
The old man said oh again and nodded thoughtfully.
"Master, let's go back quickly. Now that we know who this lady belongs to, it's better to say thank you." the old servant urged.
It's easy to feel like eating, but don't delay. It would be a pity if the craving for food wears off.
The old man laughed and said goodbye to the Taoist nuns.
Watching the old man's carriage drive away, the three Taoist nuns who arrived at the door turned around with joy on their faces.
"This kind man seems to have extraordinary magnanimity. If we can really get people to go to the Cheng family to express our gratitude, then Sister Banqin may be appreciated by her family, and she won't have to wait for a fool here for the rest of her life." A Taoist nun said.
The other two nodded.
"Is he so generous? This kind man must be very poor, right? Why is he so hungry every time he comes here?"
The child said as he walked through the door and looked at the empty water bowl and orange peels on the table.
"Is this thing really that delicious?" She looked at the empty orange peel curiously.
The orange peel has become cold and the meat has been eaten up. It does not have the same aroma as before, but only has the sour aroma after steaming, which is not very delicious.
"That's right. Sister Banqin said that even her wives don't eat it, and even fools don't eat it. How can it be considered a good thing?" said one.
"Ah? This is also made by Banqin?" the child asked in surprise.
Just now the two senior sisters came out with the food boxes, but before they could ask what they were, the father-in-law stopped talking.
It turns out that this clever girl also made this.
"Sister Banqin has cured my father-in-law's hunger disease twice." Xiaotong said, "She deserves to be thanked by him. Let's go and tell her the good news."
After she finished speaking, she was about to run inside, but was caught by others.
"Don't talk about it yet," said a Taoist nun.
"Why? Is this a good thing? Sister Banqin can take this opportunity to ask her father-in-law to take care of her and leave from here." The child was puzzled.
"It's easy to talk about repaying kindness, but not many people do it." The older Taoist nun said, "It's better not to tell Banqin. If the father-in-law really means to express his gratitude, it will be a surprise for Banqin.
, if he casually said it and forgot about it, then Banqin would have nothing to ask for or hope for if he didn’t know it, so he wouldn’t be sad.”
That was indeed the case, the two nodded.
"Then I hope Sister Banqin can wait for a surprise." Xiaotong said with a smile.
The small Xuanmiao Temple halfway up the mountain was buzzing with activity. The temple owner's house that was burned by the fire was not rebuilt according to Guanzhu Sun's wishes. Instead, it was pushed to the spot, turned into an open space, and a small pavilion was repaired.
Of course, what Guanzhu Sun meant was what Cheng Jiaoniang meant.
There was no need to rebuild the house, only to paint and repair other old houses. In addition, Sun Guanzhu provided sufficient wages and timely payment, so the project progressed very quickly.
"Maybe I can move in at fifteen."
Banqin looked away, turned around and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang was sitting on a rock.
"It's almost August 15th?" she asked.
"Yes." Banqin said.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up and slowly took a few steps forward. She looked at Little Xuanmiao Temple, which had obviously changed its appearance. No, it was no longer called Little Xuanmiao Temple.
The big and small are unified, the big is mysterious, the small is vassal, also known as Taiping.
"It's pretty fast," she said.
From the time I left in July to the middle of August, from Xiaoxuanmiao Temple to Taiping Temple, it took more than a month very quickly.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the streets of Beijing are very lively, and the restaurants and teahouses are not available from morning to night. Many families drag their children, children, and the elderly out to enjoy the scenery and have fun.
The number of women on the street increased significantly, the cars and horses of wealthy families came in an endless stream, and the sounds of laughter, singing, and hawking were everywhere.
"Sister Banqin, hurry up." A girl called.
Banqin, who was fascinated by a candy blower's stall, hurriedly responded, hugging the food box in his hand tightly and squeezing through the crowd to follow.
"This street is so lively," she said.
"It's not too lively. It will be even more lively when we come out to see it in the fifteenth day." The girl smiled, holding her arm intimately, "You can come out and see enough by then, and we will just
I can worship the moon at home."
"How can I come out? Everyone is the same." Banqin smiled shyly.
"How can it be the same? Mr. Six likes you so much. As long as you say you want to go out to play, he will definitely take you with him." The girl said with a smile.
These words made Banqin blush.
"No way, sir, sir, I'm just a girl." She stammered, feeling a little flustered and inexplicable.
"Girl, the young master went out to eat with others, and he didn't forget to ask you to come over." The girl said with a smile.
"That's because the young master wants to eat fried fruits." Banqin lowered his head and said.
"You are the only one who can make this kind of fruit. That's enough. There are so many girls in the family, how many of them can be remembered like this by the young master." The girl smiled, holding her arm, with a bit of flattery, and said
A bit envious, "No wonder the young master has to bring you back from so far away."
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I recommend Mu Fei's "The Little Maid of the Ming Dynasty" to those who like it. (To be continued)
