The next day, Zhou Yi moved into the small courtyard in the south of the county.
The courtyard is not big, but it is quiet.
It has a yellow earth wall, an arched fence, and a well between two elm trees.
From the outside it looks like an ordinary old house, but inside it has been renovated, with flat walls, bright and clean windows, and all the necessary furnishings.
Xu Kun didn't know where he learned that Zhou Yi had a mysophobia. After buying the yard, he assigned six slaves to clean it carefully from inside to outside for a whole day.
In the next few days, many people from Wenhe County heard the news and came to visit Silver Monk in a noisy manner, bringing fruits and sesame oil.
But when he saw the young man in gray clothes sitting at the door of the courtyard, holding a scroll and reading, the faces suddenly became complicated.
"Why is he in the monk's residence?"
"Yes, how can such a rebellious and evil person be related to an eminent monk?"
"Shhh... keep your voice down. I heard that this little widow is very weird. When her old mother died, she didn't cry or pay homage, let alone observe filial piety, as if nothing happened to her."
"What are you afraid of? He's just a lowly person. Besides, the Yamen has already removed him from the list, and now he's not even considered a concubine."
The young man read the book quietly, his expression calm and unhurried, as if he could not hear the noise of those people.
The fingers hidden under the pages of the book were shaking slightly.
With the slander outside the courtyard, the discussion became louder and louder.
The young man finally couldn't hold it any longer. He pursed his lips tightly and his face gradually turned pale.
at this time……
Snapped!
A broom woven from rattan fell from the sky.
After crossing the three-inch-high threshold of the small courtyard, it hit the ground hard, raising a large cloud of dust and instantly drowning the crowd watching outside the door.
Everyone covered their sleeves and retreated, and the sound of coughing could not be heard.
After the dust dispersed, everyone could see clearly that there was a little maid in green clothes, holding a broom, and with cold eyebrows and cold eyes standing at the door of the courtyard.
They say she is small, but she is actually quite a lot.
"Why are you all making so much noise here so early in the morning?
Didn’t you see anyone else reading? It’s so noisy! It’s rude!
Also, my husband likes peace and quiet! He doesn’t need food either! Please go back, all of you!"
No one said anything back, they listened quietly and silently looked at the pretty maid with her head held high... What exactly was it that covered our eyes?
The women looked at each other with complex, strange and uneasy expressions.
"Why is there a maid in Master Yichen's residence?"
"Yes, this little maid is so unconscious. Could it be that she wants to ruin Master Yichen's reputation?"
"Hmph, that's so cruel. I'll come here quietly another day. I don't believe I can't enter Master Yichen's yard!"
After a while, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Chen Chi let out a long sigh, then hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to Xiangzhu who was about to leave.
"Thank you, Sister Xiangzhu, for helping me out. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Xiangzhu stopped and curled her lips: "I'm going to make some bilo for Mr. for breakfast, are you still not able to make it?"
Chen Chi was stunned, his eyes darkened slightly, and he forced a smile.
"Although I don't know how to do it, my mother was the best at being a biloba when she was still alive.
Her eyesight is not good, but she can make more than ten cages in less than half an hour, from kneading the noodles, to adding ingredients to the pot, adding ingredients, and then raising the cages.
Whenever there was a market or a temple fair, she would get on the only ox cart in the village before dawn and take Biro to sell in the county. She would not return home until after noon, carrying a pole.
Every time she comes back, she never forgets to bring some new clothes and books to... Sorry, sorry, Sister Xiangzhu, Chen Chi is making a lot of noise.
How about I help you knead the dough?"
Xiangzhu listened quietly, surprisingly without interrupting.
That night, when she rescued Chen Chi's old mother, she had a premonition that something was not going to happen.
The old man was not in good health to begin with. After being frightened by this incident, his energy and blood attacked his heart and he could not survive that night.
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come alone.
After the incident in Wangcai Village, although Chen Chi was protected by Capt. Lu and the Song County Magistrate and was exempted from guilt and punishment on the grounds that he was "young and weak and was coerced by bandits", he was still dismissed from the county government office.
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After burying his mother, Chen Chi did not keep his filial piety. Instead, he went straight to Zhou Yi and lived in the courtyard as a servant. He also became the only... big light bulb beside him.
Chen Chi's eccentric behavior made him the target of verbal and written criticism by the county's bad guys all day long.
Even Xiangzhu didn't quite understand it, but she didn't really care.
All in all, it's almost the first seven days.
No wonder Chen Chi is so emotional.
At this time, a soft and pleasant voice sounded from behind.
"Don't rub your noodles. Chen Chi, how have you been reading these days?"
Seeing the young monk stretching and walking out of the back room, Chen Chi quickly put down his book and bowed deeply: "Master."
"How many times have I told you not to call me master? At such a young age, do you still want to become a monk?"
Zhou Yi said while playing with a locust tree leaf in his hand.
Chen Chi kept bowing and said: "Chen Chi has nothing to worry about in this life. I hope to be ordained and become a monk with Master and live out my life."
His last memory of that night was the moment when the female merchant stabbed her with a silver spear, forcing the monster to leave her body.
When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed.
The maid from the Xu Mansion was rolling her eyes at her. Next to her was the young monk who was reading a scroll. When she turned around, she showed a gentle smile that warmed her heart.
He didn't know what happened, where the monster went, or how he was rescued.
He went to ask Lu Wu Jiu. This divine hunter, who always liked to talk a lot, was surprisingly silent. In the end, he only said one thing - "Don't leave Yi Chen."
Although he didn't know why, he had become accustomed to this kind of confusion over the past ten years.
He is just a lowly coward who wants to do so much.
He secretly guessed that the terrifying and almost invincible monster must have left.
Although he once dreamed that he asked Lu Baotou for help, and also mentioned Yichen in the dream.
But in fact, his understanding of Yichen was limited to that chance encounter in Xu's mansion.
Thinking about it afterwards, if Master Yichen was really called, it would only cause him to lose his life.
After getting along with each other for the past few days, Master Yichen is approachable and approachable. He is more down-to-earth than himself. He is more like a friendly and friendly brother. How can he deal with that weird, terrifying, murderous monster?
Fortunately, that was just a dream!
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"I want to become a monk, and I hope Master can make it happen."
Chen Chi repeated without getting up.
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, listening to a young man of junior high school age saying such words again and again, he always felt as if he had set a very bad example.
But can you blame Xiao Monk?
"You are the only child of your old Chen family, and we still count on you to continue the family line. Although your parents are no longer alive, I don't want to see you become the second bald man in Wenhe County... let alone the second one in Wenhe County..."
The most handsome one."
Before Chen Chi could speak, Xiangzhu beside him had already keenly captured something.
"I feel that the old Zhou family also urgently needs to continue the family line..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi blocked him with a cold look, "Shut up."
Chen Chi looked bitter.
"But...from my grandfather, to my father, to me...the three generations are all widowers. If I have a son, he will be a lowly widower with no status in the future, unable to hold his head up all day long."
Zhou Yi smiled.
He pointed to the scroll on the chair by the door.
"That's why the young monk asked you to read more. No matter when and where, knowledge is always the greatest reliance on changing your destiny."
"But I... we are all from lowly backgrounds. Even if we study, we can't take part in the imperial examination... We are not even qualified for the provincial examination."
"There are no absolutes in anything, only lack of preparation."
As Zhou Yi spoke, another tall and thin figure with fluttering curly hair drifted through his mind.
That man's background was even more humble than the little coward in front of him.
But now, there is a tendency to become the most popular fourth-generation disciple of a hidden sect.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but have a lingering smile on his lips, and looked at the hesitant Xiao Zuo.
"What's more, when your mother was still alive, she often sold steamed cakes, Biro, in exchange for money to buy books for you... Do you really think that Mrs. Chen has nothing to spend her money on?"
Chen Chi's body trembled, his eyes filled with sadness and regret.
"Thank you Master for your teachings. Chen Chi understands. I will study hard and strive...not to let them down."
Chen Chi clenched his fists, raised his head, and was about to get the scroll when his peripheral vision fell on the object in Zhou Yi's hand.
"Hey, Master, these leaves... aren't these the leaves of the old locust tree at the entrance of our village?"