The Yun family returned to its usual bustle. Not only did the three Su Shi brothers arrive at the Yun family early in the morning, but also Xiao Lin, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face. The Su brothers did not see Xiao Lin because the shameless old man jumped in from the wall.
He covered his head all the way and ran into the guest room prepared for him by the Yun family without showing up again.
Only Hua Niang could beat Xiao Lin, who was a highly skilled martial artist, into this state. It wasn’t the fancy beating method in Yun Zheng’s imagination, but a real beating and kicking by someone who was tied to a chair. But when you saw the red lips on Xiao Lin’s forehead,
Yin Zi and Yun Zheng felt that Xiao Lin's beating might be worth it.
He lay there without eating or drinking for three days. When he walked out of the room on the fourth day, he had recovered as before, which greatly impressed Yun Zheng and Wugou. There is such an advantage in having thick skin and thick flesh.
"The flower girl thinks I'm furious for leaving without saying goodbye..."
Xiao Lin said a few words casually and vaguely, and Yunzheng and Monk Wugou just listened. As friends, they should not inquire too much into other people's privacy.
Xiao Lin came to Yun's house just under Han Lin's order. Seeing that Yun Zheng's secret about not telling gunpowder was leaked, Han Lin himself knew that he and Yun Zheng were already incompatible, so he arranged for Xiao Lin to come over. He thought it was a good idea.
The most perfect means.
The arrival of Monk Wugou was not simple. There was a suspension bridge on Lingyun Ferry in Shushan Mountain. It had been in disrepair for a long time. Many years ago, a caravan passed by there. As a result, the bridge broke and people, animals, and goods all fell in.
They fell into the fast-flowing river, and none of the more than thirty people survived. However, the Lingyundu Suspension Bridge is the only way to connect to the Golden Bull Road. If it is blocked in one day, tens of millions of dollars will be lost. Shuzhong and Hanzhong can only rely on
The narrow rice warehouse road is connected, and the rice warehouse road can only be used by pedestrians. The mountains of goods in Sichuan cannot enter Hanzhong along the Jinniu Road, and finally enter the Yangtze River along the Han River and finally reach the prosperous Yangzhou.
There is a Huangze Temple on Jinniu Road, which is said to be dedicated to Wu Zetian. The abbot of the temple, Master Hongren, saw that the traffic between the two places was cut off, and innocent merchants died unjustly. He could not help but feel worried, and he made great ambitions and vowed to build another cable bridge on Lingyun Ferry.
After the government re-paved the bridge, he began to walk around the world with his alms bowl and ask for alms from the world. Firstly, he wanted to get enough money to build the bridge. Secondly, he wanted to use the power of the money to appease the innocent people who died tragically on Lingyundu.
The wronged soul.
In recent years, we have found big donors to collect the money to build the bridge and are ready to break ground. Unexpectedly, the project was full of difficulties from the beginning. First, the hillside collapsed after heavy rain. The eighty-year-old insisted on supervising the construction at the construction site.
Master Hongren was buried here. Immediately afterwards, the iron ox dragging the iron chain also slipped from the hillside and fell into the river. The bridge construction had to be suspended.
People in the world are ignorant and think that Master Hongren's six faculties are inexhaustible and conflict with the great blessing of building the bridge, so he forced himself to do it. As a result, he was punished by heaven. There should not be a bridge made of iron on this Erlong River, because the bridge in the Erlong River
Both dragons were tortured to death and had no access to iron weapons, so they made such trouble.
"Amitabha, Master Hongren traveled all over the country in the past thirty years and walked on both sides of the Yellow River. He had great ambition and perseverance to benefit the world. But now, even before his bones are cold, there is such a noise that everyone in the world looks at him with suspicion. A poor monk is incompetent.
I plan to go to the Erlong River to continue building the cable bridge, to clear Master Hongren’s name, and to return the mercy of my Buddha.”
Wugou, who was never angry on weekdays, rarely lost his temper. He had no hair on his bald forehead, otherwise he would be furious.
"Do you need support? I'm very rich recently!" Yun Zheng couldn't help but ask.
"My bottle and one bowl are enough! Master Hongren traveled all over the world, collected wealth from tens of thousands of families, and benefited people all over the world. How dare a poor monk take shortcuts and dishonor the master's reputation?"
Yun Zheng sighed, there are always good people in the world, and bad fates are even more common. Good people often appear more tragic when they encounter bad fates. It is conceivable that an old monk has gone through countless hardships and used
Great perseverance and great perseverance strived to obtain wealth, but in the end they were buried under the soil by the cruel reality. The bridge was not built, but people took the first step. This was a huge blow to Buddhism. Wugou took over this unlucky job.
He probably also wanted to use this incident to sharpen his own practice.
Don't look at the monk who is joking all day long. In fact, this guy is an extremely strong-minded guy. If he says he doesn't want money, he really doesn't want it, otherwise he will directly ask for it. Yun Zheng will not talk about money anymore.
Instead, he ordered people to find a lot of bamboo details and started playing the game of building bridges with brothers Wugou, Yun Er and Su Shi.
Use the fewest bamboo joints to build the strongest bridge. This is the meaning of a few people playing. This game is difficult for brothers Wugou and Su Shi, but for people like Yun Er, they have already played the same game with newspapers and tape.
It's very simple for people.
At first, Wugou was playing happily with the mentality of playing with a child. After a while, his smile disappeared. The bamboo bridge he and Su Shi built could barely fit an inkstone, while the bridge built by Yun Er could
There was no problem with putting a bucket of water on it. When the bridge built by Yun Zheng appeared, he put the squeaking insect on the bridge, and the one-foot-long bridge still remained motionless.
Wugou took away the small bridge built by Yun Er and hid in the house with the small bridge built by Yunda. When Mr. Peng Li came to visit Wugou, he found the monk sitting on the ground with four or five bamboo buildings in front of him.
Xiaoqiao's whole body became demented. He only knew how to play with those children's toys and had almost no reaction to external stimulation.
"According to Wugou, the rocks at Lingyun Ferry are broken. There is naturally no stable foundation for building an all-metal heavy bridge. It is rainy there, and the rapid Erlong River is under the bridge. The heavier the weight of the bridge itself, the heavier the bridge will be."
It is dangerous, so the vine bridge built by the imperial court can stand there for three to five years, but the iron cable bridge built by the master cannot last long due to foundation problems. This is limited by the terrain and has nothing to do with Master Hongren's sins. It is disturbing to say that
It’s sad that Master Hongren did something wrong with good intentions and even paid his own life for it, which makes the students sigh.”
Mr. Peng Li took those bridges and tried them one by one, then said to Yun Zheng: "You don't have to go back to the academy these days to help Wugou build a suitable bridge. This is a great merit."
Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "Students are just talking on paper here. There are many things that need to be done to build a bridge, from site selection to road construction to starting construction. This is a complicated matter. It is definitely not something that disciples can do here with just a few bamboos.
The actual situation can be simulated with a stick. Doing so can only provide Master Wugou with a brand new idea, and there is no way to replace the actual situation."
Wugou, who woke up from his confusion, shook his head and said: "This is enough. At least the poor monk has understood one truth, which is to follow the trend. Nothing can be forced. Only by following the way of heaven can everything be invincible. I can't achieve anything.
The poor monk already knows this truth. He will go to Guangyuan Mansion in a few days and he will succeed."
Yun Zheng didn't know what he knew from his intermittent words. Maybe Wugou was smarter and could understand the abstract engineering construction principles from ordinary principles. It seemed that the wisdom in the world was indeed one thing.
The Yun family is now a very progressive family. The male master studies, the female master makes money, and the silk reeling workshop has started. At this time, the busy ones are Lanlan and bacon. Lu Qingqing becomes leisurely and leisurely all day long.
Hanging out at home and reading for a while with her husband, this is often the time when Yun Zheng's reading effect is at its worst. In the hot weather, he wears very little, and when there are only two people in the room, it is easy for something to happen.
In order not to affect her husband's study, Lu Qingqing changed his mind to supervise Yun Er, Su Shi and the others. When Yun Er and the others finished reading, Lu Qingqing would ask Wugou, who was meditating hard, if he wanted to drink.
In the end, she would order the cook to deliver the meals to Lanlan and Bacon, and then she could happily do her own thing after lunch. Her husband would sometimes sing to some weird tunes and with a weird accent.
But they are quite nice songs for me to listen to. These songs are very convoluted, Gongchi musical notation is difficult to memorize, and some tones cannot be recorded at all.
She hoped that it would be best to live like this forever, until the end of her life.
Mr. Lu Qingyuan was about to return to Bianliang City in Tokyo. Yun Zheng got up early in the morning to prepare to see him off. Yesterday, his family had sent him a farewell gift. His wife did not refuse or return the gift. She just asked Yun Zheng to wait until he arrived in Bianliang City.
, you can live in the Lu family, so that once you take the big exam, you can ask your husband for advice about the big exam.
These words are more important than any return gift. Sometimes the maintenance of human relationships is in these inconspicuous places. Being too polite can lead to resentment, especially for people like Lu Qingyuan, who value virtue far more than
Regarding material things, Yun Zheng was a little confused when talking about these things.
My husband's biggest wish is to study as a boy, serve the emperor and comfort the people as an adult, return to the countryside to farm in old age, or teach three or two disciples, and then let the disciples continue on their own path, with almost no regard for personal material enjoyment.
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Yun Zheng did not intend to learn from his husband. When he could eat meat, he would never eat braised vegetables. When he came to the Song Dynasty, he was destined to eat meat. If he stayed the same as his previous life, his life would be too boring.
How miserable.
It was the Ten Mile Pavilion again. Lu Qingqing put a large bag of street vegetables on Mrs. Lu's carriage. He warned them to be careful along the way. Although it was an official carriage, it was inevitable that there would be imperfections due to the high mountains and long rivers.
In this place, some heart-warming words made Mrs. Lu burst into tears and burst into tears.
Lu Qingyuan walked in an extremely elegant manner. He bowed his hands to his colleagues and students present, said "take care", got on the carriage, shouted, and the motorcade went straight to Guanzhong along the road. (To be continued)