Although Qinshui Town is not a very big town in the border of Yizhang Kingdom, it is quite close to the imperial city after all, and it is somewhat tainted with the charm of a large town: there are four main streets in the town, two streets in the north and south, and two streets in the east and west. There is also a second street with a very neat layout. If someone looked up from the clouds, he would surely be able to see the entire Qinshui Town, which looks very similar to the same tic-tac-toe written in Zhouzheng.
Among them, most of the blacksmiths' residences were located near the south side of East-West Street. To the north of the street was a canal, surrounded on all sides, separating the open space in the middle of the tic-tac-toe.
In Feng Shui, water is used as wealth, and is called the water holding lotus. There are financial connections on all sides, and it is surrounded by running water. Naturally, it is a good place. Therefore, most of the ancestral halls of people in the town are located in the town, so as to protect their children and grandchildren. The wealth will be abundant and the four seasons will be peaceful.
Naturally, there must be someone on duty in the ancestral hall to avoid the night. If there is a fire, or if a passing thief is interested in the gold and silver in the ancestral hall, someone should always be asked to keep an eye on the surrounding area. Qinshui Town is no exception. A childless old man was hired from the town to take care of the ancestral hall. Firstly, the old man had no skills to make a living and was very idle all day long. Secondly, he could be said to be a local from the town. He was kind-hearted and wanted to help the old man, but he was worried that the old man was too strong and didn't want to be helped for no reason, so he agreed to the old man's job so that he could give him some salary.
Perhaps he knew what everyone was thinking. When the old man took over this job, he was so grateful that all the squires and neighbors almost shed tears.
Later, this old man who came to Qinshui Town in his early years but had no children, took care of the ancestral hall in a flawless manner. When it comes to cleaning the ancestral hall, we should talk about it at least three times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once at sunset, and we never slack off.
The origin of Qinshui Town can be traced back to one or two hundred years ago. There are many clans that have settled down here. Since then, the scale of this ancestral hall is really quite large. There are three courtyards inside and outside, and there are countless plaques and genealogy plaques. , placed together in the main hall of the ancestral hall. He was a young and vigorous man. After cleaning the ancestral hall, he had to rest for a while to catch his breath, let alone an old man who was in his dying years.
People in the town saw it and naturally couldn't stand it. Many people privately told the old man who kept the temple that there was no need to clean it so diligently. They could only do it during festivals or before worshiping ancestors. If they were exhausted, If you lose your body, then it doesn’t make sense.
But the old man just grinned, and then he took care of the ancestral hall three times a day.
The old man didn't have many hobbies. Apart from taking care of the ancestral hall every day, he would go to the tavern not far away and ask for a gourd of rice wine and a plate of salt beans. He would shakily return to the concierge of the ancestral hall and look at the sky. The moon reflected in the well, I took a sip of sweet rice wine and chewed two salt beans with great effort.
The clear breeze, bright moon, flowing eaves and yellow tiles seemed to make the old man's cheeks smoother.
The sun was just right today. The old man got up early and cleaned up the ancestral hall. Then he leaned on the threshold of the concierge, uncorked the wine gourd, and took a comfortable sip of wine.
"Old man, why bother drinking bitter wine alone and looking at this freshly slaughtered roast goose? Why don't we eat and drink together?" The words rang in the old man's ears, like thunder in the quiet ancestral hall. It was very abrupt. .
"It's best not to go into the ancestral hall with meat and fish, and you won't be afraid of the anger of our ancestors, who will take you away." The old man said lightly. It seemed that this sip of wine made his old throat a little burning. He just unbuttoned the somewhat tattered green and black coat, but he didn't show any intention of getting up.
When the visitor heard the word "black boy", his already dark face turned a third shade darker, but he still said kindly, "It doesn't matter, I've asked someone to put a futon outside, let's look at the ditch. Eating fat goose and drinking wine in front of the bright sun is one of life's pleasures."
The old man shook his head, closed the door of the ancestral hall, and followed the shirtless black man out.
There are many willow trees in the town. I don’t know which squire planted them many years ago. They are now very lush. As the weather turns to autumn, the countless willow branches also turn yellow, but they lose a bit of the fragile and green willows. , quite a bit old.
The two of them just sat cross-legged beside the ancient willow in the water channel. Several yellow willow leaves fluttered and fell in front of them.
The old man was not polite at all and showed no signs of his usual humility and caution. He first took a thick goose leg and put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and felt inexplicably, "This man is old. Even if the chef cooks very delicious food, the ingredients are delicious." No matter how fresh and strong it is, it still tastes like chewing wax in your mouth. The taste is not as good as a bowl of hot rice porridge when you were young. What a pity this goose meat is. Tiezhongtang, just ask if you have something, it is not better than bringing food every time , I am getting old and declining, and I no longer care about such verbal and physical favors."
The shirtless man scratched his head in shame and was afraid to speak for a moment. Since he joined the Boyu Gang, the burden of coming to inquire with the old man about worldly affairs has fallen on him. Although the old man has an excellent reputation in Qinshui Town, he is surprisingly unique to the people in the Boyu Gang. of resistance.
Thanks to the man's desire to break through his increasingly sparse scalp, he came up with the idea of bribery with exquisitely cooked meat, so he could barely do business with his gang leader.
It has been twenty or thirty years now. Tiezhongtang has become the Iron Helmsman, but in front of this old man who can control the world, he is still the young boy who first joined the gang.
"Look what you said, if nothing happens, why can't I come and see you? Since the old man is strong and strong, I can rest assured." The black-faced man poured a glass of precious wine for the old man, and then said with a smile, " But this time there is indeed a small matter, and I have to ask you to take care of it."
The old man raised his head, drank the drink in one gulp, smacked his lips and said teasingly, "I said I won't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I have been giving you a hard time over the years. It was originally a matter from above, so they turned it over to the Boyu Gang. The Fish Gang pushed this matter to your boy again and came to deal with me, an old man."
"The time has not yet come for the two people you are looking for. If fate comes and they come uninvited, whether it is the Boyu Gang or that person, it will be a timely help. It will be much better than the hard pursuit you are now. ." The old man ate two goose legs and half of the goose body. After drinking three glasses of wine, he finally stopped.
"I'm old."
When these two words fall on a man's ears, they are like thunder.
"I hope that after a hundred years, that person can leave the so-called immortality behind and continue to guard the people in this town for generations. Whether he can figure it out depends on his luck."
"Coming and going are just the same wick, reaching far into the southwest sky."
"When people can't go, they realize that a walk on the Yama Bridge is a blessing."
"Like a leaf returning to its roots, it only brings suffering to future generations."
Postscript: This chapter sends you back. There will be no more pain under the spring of hope, and we will meet again after a hundred years.
Kowtow again and again.
