In the hall of the east wing, Yi Zheng's family was sitting at the dining table, with the old man sitting at the head seat, Yi Zheng and his wife with a child sitting on both sides, and the old housekeeper Li Lianfu sitting at the bottom. Each person has a bowl of buns, which is actually made by tearing the noodles into thumb-sized pieces, boiling them in water and adding seasonings. There is a plate of scallion egg pancakes in the middle of the dining table.
After breakfast, the maid cleared away the dishes.
Yi Zheng told the old man: "After Yuan Day, I will send Yi Yuan to Master Jiang to study and learn to read. By the way, I also asked the old man for a pound of osmanthus tea."
The old man nodded in agreement and said: "Old Jiang is still very knowledgeable and has a gentle temperament. Yuan'er will do well to learn from him. Old Jiang suffered a miserable life in the first half of his life, and his fate was unfair to him. He has been stable these years. When I'm here, I usually drink tea and play the piano to entertain myself. When I'm free, I often go to see him, play chess, and listen to him play the piano."
After saying that, the old man got up and went to the backyard. After a while, he turned back and reluctantly took out the osmanthus tea from behind and put it on the table.
The old butler Li Lianfu brought the oil paper and rewrapped it, and the old man went out alone. Today the old man had to go to Yihetang for a consultation.
Yi Zheng picked up the wooden box containing two hundred taels of silver as an apprenticeship ceremony, and took Yi Yuan out of his courtyard.
The red sun hung high in the sky, and rays of sunshine filled the entire Funiu Town.
Yi Zheng took Yi Yuan around the alley, and the whole street slowly became lively. The rice and grain shop opened early, the oil shop also opened its wooden door, and many diners were sitting in front of Wang Xiaoji's porridge shop.
I met familiar people on the road and greeted each other.
"Good morning, Doctor Yi!" The speaker was a lame old man, standing on the edge of the street, with a dark face and a smile. A half-year-old child next to him was looking after two bundles of firewood. A few years ago, when the old man went up the mountain to cut firewood, he accidentally fell and broke one of his legs. It took a lot of time when he was sent to Yihetang, and he became lame.
Yi Zheng smiled and said: "Zhao Fang, you came out early to sell firewood again. It just so happens that my house is running out of firewood. You can send these two loads of firewood directly to my house." After saying that, he handed Zhao Fang some broken silver, worth about Equivalent to five to six hundred copper coins.
Looking at Yi Zheng's retreating figure, there were tears in Zhao Fang's eyes, and he was filled with emotion under the sunlight. Then he said to the children next to him: "Yijie, Divine Doctor Yi has been kind to my family. I must repay him when he becomes successful in the future. We owe him too much."
Yijie hummed angrily, picked up a load of firewood and followed his father.
After a while, he turned to the west. After walking a few hundred meters, he saw an independent stone bridge spanning both sides of the river. It was about three feet long and could be used by four or five people walking side by side.
Not far after crossing the stone bridge, turn to the left, and a wide road along the river bank comes into view. Oncoming is a large manor, covering an area of more than 100 acres.
The manor is owned by Mr. Qian, a well-known local wealthy family, who owns thousands of hectares of fertile land. The town also operates many restaurants, grain shops, clothing stores and other shops.
Continuing south along the road, about a mile or so, there is a small courtyard covering an area of more than ten acres close to the south of the large manor.
This is the "Mingyuan" where Master Jiang lives.
Yi Zheng walked up the steps and rang the door knocker.
After a while, the door opened. The old servant Zhishan bowed quickly and said, "It turns out that Doctor Yi is here. The master of the house, Mr. Jiang, is in the bamboo forest in the backyard, preparing to burn incense and play the piano. Please come with me."
Yi Zheng nodded and followed the old servant Zhishan through the courtyard and through the corridor. There is a large piece of bamboo planted in the backyard, which is graceful, slender yet graceful. Blown by the breeze, he nodded and laughed, but still stood upright.
A gravel-covered path winds deep into the bamboo forest, revealing a corner of a pavilion.
Yi Zheng waved Zhishan to leave, led Yi Yuan slowly toward the bamboo forest, and told Yi Yuan not to make any noise.
What comes into view is a hexagonal pavilion made of wooden structure and black tile roof. Master Jiang sat on the stone bench and closed his eyes to rest. The lyre lay quietly on the stone table, with wisps of smoke coming out of the incense burner beside it, slowly turning into fine mist and scattering, fluttering and dancing messily, in a trance like a fairy scattering flowers, and the faint fragrance filled the surroundings. .
The clear and clear sound of the piano suddenly flows under the stroke of the fingertips, like a deep valley and a mountain, quietly flowing through the years, and as if life experiences are passing by like a fleeting time. In a trance, I can see the passing years, slowly falling silent in the youthful moment...
I don’t know how long it took, but the quiet and distant sound of the piano gave rise to a cold and almost immortal feeling, slowly and silently in the mist...
"I'm so happy to have guests come to my humble home! Please!" Master Jiang stood up and said calmly.
Yi Zheng walked into the pavilion and said: "Master Jiang's piano skills are becoming more and more exquisite, with lingering sounds and long aftertaste, as if an immortal has come to the world, ethereal and proud...".
After the two people sat down, Yi Zheng continued: "The main reason I came here today is to let Yuan'er become your teacher and learn from you."
Master Jiang nodded, smoothed his white beard, and said with a smile: "Yuan'er has been gifted since he was a child. I watched him grow up. I have already had this plan, and now I will accept him as a closed disciple. "
Yi Zheng asked Yi Yuan to come closer and told him solemnly: "Yuan'er, remember: your name was given by Master Jiang. From today on, you will become Master Jiang's disciple. From now on, you must abide by etiquette, respect your master's principles, and do not exceed them." "
Yi Yuan nodded in response, then kowtowed three times and offered tea under the guidance of his father Yi Zheng. After the apprenticeship ceremony, Master Jiang hurriedly helped him up.
Then, Yi Zheng pushed down the items on the table and said: "This is Yuan'er's gift. It's a little thought. Don't refuse it. It will be Yuan'er in more than ten days. This year, you still have to take Xiao Ning'er with you." Come to my house and spend time together...".
Master Jiang nodded. A "Grandpa" interrupted the conversation between the two.
