When I woke up in the morning, it was extremely cold outside.
Song You borrowed the boatman's pole, wore the lotus robe given by Yu Zhizhou, and sat where the boatman was sitting last night. The river in front of us is filled with cold air, the smoke is silent, and everything is quiet. The fishing line stretches into the water, making small ripples from time to time, which are difficult to detect in the mist.
Looking around, there are green mountains everywhere.
The other passengers were either staying in the boat or still sleeping. Only Sanhua Empress was sitting upright and quietly by his legs, her eyes fixed on the intersection of the fishing line and the water.
The boatman has already started cooking breakfast.
“What should I do if I can’t catch it?”
Song You turned around and asked Mao softly.
After hearing this, Sanhua Empress raised her head with very calm eyes. After a moment, she lowered her head and raised her paw to lick it.
Song You didn't know what she meant.
There was a thumping sound behind me, it was the boatman cutting fish bones.
When Sanhua Empress heard the voice, her ears trembled, then she raised her head and said to him in a low voice:
“Forget it if you can’t catch it.”
Song You listened, but his expression was still very calm.
But he suddenly thought of a question——
The Sanhua Empress usually only catches mice at night. Before meeting her, if she hadn't caught birds, insects and the like during the day, and if someone hadn't come to make offerings to her, what would she have eaten? Anyway, he had never heard Sanhua Empress cry out that she was hungry. Usually I just thought it was because it cooked in time and it could get food from other places, but now it seems that this may not be the case.
"What should I do if Sanhua Empress is hungry?"
"Ms. Sanhua is used to being hungry."
"Um……"
As soon as Song You lifted the fishing rod, a flash of silver left the water, was pulled by the line, and accurately fell into his hand.
"Caught it."
This fish is Sanhua Empress’s breakfast.
At the same time, a voice came from behind.
"Sir, you are so elegant."
Needless to say, everyone knows that it is the scholar named Fu.
There were footsteps soon behind him.
"Fishing in the Hanjiang River, looking at the mountains and rivers, and talking to cats, I don't know how many people would like to be as interested as Mr., but they are not in such a state of mind." He stopped behind Song You and saw him put away his pole. He was a little curious and said, "Sir, I just caught it." Why don’t you catch this meal?”
"That's enough for the cat."
"Wonderful!"
The scholar brought another horse over and sat next to Song You: "Sir, since you are coming from Lingquan County, did you pass through Yidu on the way?"
"Yidu is prosperous, so I have to go and see it."
"That's true. I have been traveling around for many years, but I have rarely seen a city as prosperous and enlightened as Yidu." The scholar paused for a moment, "Except for Yangcheng, I have never been to Beijing."
"How is Yangcheng?"
"The spring breeze is ten miles away, thousands of lights are on, and prosperity is like a dream."
"Then you should go check it out."
Song You put away the fishing rod and put it back to its original place.
The scholar stood and turned to look at him: "I haven't asked yet, where are you going, sir?"
“Traveling around the world, I have no fixed destination yet.”
"Haha! This is how life should be!"
The scholar couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and clapped his hands in applause. He felt that this gentleman was really to his liking.
"But why go to Lingbo again?"
"Send a letter to my father-in-law who sells tea on the way."
"Just send a letter?"
"I don't know where I'm going."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
The scholar couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised the wonderful thing, and then shook his head: "It's a pity that I have been out for a long time this time, otherwise I should go together with the teacher!"
"Maybe we'll have a chance in the future."
"Oh, that's right——"
The scholar seemed to have just remembered at this moment: "Sir, since you are passing through Yidu, have you heard about the case of the escaped thief that made a big fuss in Yidu last year? And the case of the mage in TA city that is widely rumored among the people?"
Song You lowered his head and stared at Empress Sanhua eating fish, and still replied calmly:
"I've heard of it."
"I wonder if you can tell me."
"Hasn't Shiba heard of it?"
"I have heard of it." The scholar sighed, "But I listened to some chatter in the teahouse. Even if I gave tea money, I didn't listen to the whole story. It's a pity."
"..."
Song You couldn't help but glance up at him: "You are really fascinated by this kind of story..."
"To be honest, sir, this is my first hobby in my life. In addition, I am also preparing a book. I don't have a title yet. In short, it will summarize the mysterious and wonderful things in the world. Well, it is best to be true and interesting. That's why it's right There’s such an urgency to collect this sort of thing.”
"I see."
"Haha, I'm not afraid of Sir's jokes!" the scholar said with a smile, "I have not been interested in economics, meaning and political theory since I was a child, and now I am very stupid. I am afraid that if I want to win the exam, I will have no hope in this life. If this book can be successfully prepared, , first of all, I have accomplished something I have always wanted to do. Secondly, hey, although it is not a book worth being proud of, and it is even difficult to be considered elegant, but with this book, I, Fu, can’t say that I People can also be like the ministers of the past generations, and their names will remain in history."
After listening to this, Song You thought about it seriously and realized that it was really possible.
As the scholar said, this kind of books are just miscellaneous books in this era, and are difficult to reach the level of elegance. They are even spurned by some old Confucian scholars. Some people dare not leave their names after writing books for fear of losing face. But this kind of books are also very popular these days, and their popularity is much higher than that of famous classics.
There are not many similar books on the market.
"The Story of Tao Li's Age" was not well written, and the story contained a lot of content that could only be understood by Taoist practitioners, but it still became popular all over the country at an extremely fast speed.
Why?
Everyone in the world is interested in this kind of story, but there are too few people who can write this kind of book well.
If this scholar writes well, it is really possible that it will be passed down.
Song You naturally did not have the decadent ideas of this era and did not discriminate against such miscellaneous books. If you think about it carefully, it is quite interesting to be involved in the writing of a book that has been circulated for thousands of years. Even when it is passed down to later generations, it is already a pile of bones and yellow sand, with nothing left.
Coincidentally, before leaving, I heard Mr. Zhang speak in detail in the Yun Shuo shed in the north tile.
"I have quite a few such stories."
"Fortunately, there is still a long way to go."
"It's a long story."
"My husband and I will pour you some wine!"
"There is one condition."
"Sir, please speak."
"When I tell a story, I have to tell a story at the same time. In this way, both sides are clear and neither owes the other."
"It's a deal!"
"I'll talk about the escaped thief first."
"All ears."
"This started several years ago. The thief's original surname was Mo. He lived in Lianhua Village outside Yidu City. He was originally a down-and-out scholar..."
Song You's voice was not loud and he spoke in detail.
The whole story is based on the structure of Mr. Zhang's story, and it is retold from memory, which naturally brings its own flavor. At the same time, Mr. Zhang's storytelling skills and modalities are omitted, and it becomes like an ordinary neighbor sitting under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village at dusk and telling you stories that happened around you some time ago.
The scholar was fascinated and obsessed with what he heard.
Even the other three members of the family couldn't help but sit in the cabin and listen. The little girl opened her big black eyes, thinking she had a world full of mystery in her heart, right?
After I finished speaking, I happened to smell the aroma of porridge, so I had breakfast first.
The porridge is light and bland, but it is just right for this cold morning on the river.
After the meal, it was the scholar's turn to tell stories.
"When I was traveling downstream to Liyang Province, I once heard a story from a hermit in a high mountain."
"Please say."
"It is said that hundreds of years ago, Yangzhou was far less prosperous than it is now, and there were even big monsters entrenched in it. All the mountains away from the road were hunting grounds for big monsters, and mountain monsters often came down from the mountains to harm people. It happened to be at the end of the previous dynasty, The political situation was chaotic and the people were in dire straits. At this time, a man passed by, carrying a jade sword. He fought with the demon on Heidu Mountain for half a year and killed it with his sword. After that, Yangzhou was at peace."
Because of the lack of details, the scholar's story is much shorter: "And the Taoist priest, I heard, came from Fulong Temple. As for where Fulong Temple is, it is not in the story and no one knows. I heard it from another story. After reading the name of Fulong Temple in Yin Yang Mountain, I boldly guessed that it might be the same Taoist temple."
"good."
Song You looked helpless.
I subconsciously tried to recall it, but I didn't find any ancestor hundreds of years ago who was good at using swords.
But it doesn't matter.
It may be that there are deviations in the stories and rumors, it may be that one of the ancestors learned to use the sword for a while after he came down from the mountain, or it may be that he did not remember clearly, in short, it is a common thing.
The main thing is that he doesn't really want to hear it.
The previous owners of Fulong Temple rarely left stories about their travels. Even Song You's master rarely told him about his experiences and gains in his youth, for fear of affecting future generations. Everyone should have their own path. As for the ancestor who was too long ago and had never met, in fact, in Song You's heart, he was not much different from a stranger.
"What do you think of this story, sir?"
"The story is big, but not interesting."
"Ha! I never thought that what I saw, sir, was exactly the same as what I saw!" The scholar laughed, "I have a cousin who usually asks me to tell stories, and he prefers this kind of story. The bigger the story, the more gods and Buddhas there are. , the characters in the story have higher magic power and don’t care about anything else. He also finds it interesting, but I don’t like it very much.”
Song You thought for a moment and knew that the scholar must have thought that he was also in Lingquan County and had heard of Fulong Temple, so he specifically told the story about Fulong Temple.
"I don't need to tell you any more stories about Fulong Temple."
"Which one do you like to listen to, sir?"
"Interesting."
"Then just think that all my talk was in vain, and I'll make it up to you sir!"
"Not really."
"Sir, you don't have to be polite. Since I want to compile it into a book, why don't I miss these two stories? When I go out and meet strangers, it's better to be free and easy."
"rational."
Song You stopped stopping him and only looked at the little girl next to him.
The girl was playing with the water on the edge of the boat and listening to their stories. Suddenly, she seemed to be attracted by the light in the water. She lay on the edge of the boat and wanted to get closer.
There was a huge black shadow swimming under the water.
After Song You tapped the edge of the boat with his fingers to attract the little girl's attention, he smiled and reminded her not to play in the water. After she sat down again, she felt relieved. He glanced at the river again and saw that the black shadow had disappeared.
During the conversation, the boat passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
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