Tang Dequan replied respectfully: "That Mr. Bai is carrying a qin on his back, and his disciple is carrying a luggage. He is a traveler, and his accent is not from the local area."
"Dingde, you are the patriarch, how do you know about this matter?" Tang Zucai thought for a long time and turned to ask his son Tang Dingde.
Although his son was the patriarch, he still did not obey his father. Tang Ding decided to ventriloquize, but he would never dare to say it.
Tang Dingde thought for a while and said: "This museum for punishing evil and promoting good has just opened, and there are many people coming to watch it. This Mr. Bai, I expected to be an outsider."
He did not answer directly, but said in an analytical tone.
Although Tang Dingde gave an answer, it was actually ambiguous, which meant that he didn't actually answer. But what he said was the truth, making it impossible for others to refute.
He is the nominal leader of the clan, but is actually five puppets.
He had to be cautious, fearing that a single word would bring unbearable consequences to himself, and spoke in a polite manner.
Tang Zucai was a little disappointed with his son's answer. Although this son was well versed in the golden mean, he lacked responsibility.
I have decided that you will disappoint your father, who will have to take you on a few journeys.
Father and son faced off again, and it looked like they were evenly matched.
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Is this museum of punishing evil and promoting good really so magical?" Tang Zucai said to himself.
Tang Ding looked down at the ground and counted the ants on the ground. He did not dare to answer.
It had been less than half a year since he took over the position of clan leader, and he had no men of his own.
Although his father is not the patriarch, he still holds power tightly in his hands.
Tang Zucai seemed to be an emperor who abdicated without returning power, leaving Tang Dingde to live in the shadow of his father.
He had to act cautiously, fearing that his father would be furious that day and depose him as the patriarch in a fit of anger.
He planned this in his heart. Anyway, he didn't make the decision now. As long as he waited until the day his father ascended to heaven, wouldn't he officially become the clan leader?
After hearing his father's question, Tang Ding thought for a while, looked at his father, and said cautiously: "I am willing to go and see what happens on my father's behalf."
His father seemed to be consulting him, but he was actually giving him orders.
He was also full of curiosity about the "Punishment of Evil and Promotion of Goodness". After all, this restaurant was so magical that it gave him an urge to take a look.
"Wait a minute," Tang Zucai waved his hand to stop him, his eyebrows knitted together, "Let my father think about it."
"Okay, my son will follow his father's arrangements." Tang Dingde sat down gently, picked up a cup of tea soaked in the spring breeze, and concentrated on the tea.
Although Tang Zucai was deep in thought, he actually used his peripheral vision to observe his son's behavior. Seeing that he was not unhappy at all, he nodded secretly.
"Decided, I heard that there is a long queue for that restaurant, and you need a stick of incense to buy a ticket?" Tang Zucai asked calmly while drinking tea.
Tang Dingde couldn't help but be shocked. Quan'er had already told you just now, so why do you still ask?
However, Tang Dingde's face showed no trace of unpleasantness or happiness, and he answered as calmly as ever: "Tell father, I heard that's the case."
Tang Zucai took a sip of tea and looked at the cup in trance.
He seemed to have made up his mind and said: "I have decided, you should check out that restaurant in Yun when you have time."
Tang Ding decided that his father would not let him see it, but he did not expect that his father would change his mind.
How did he know that Tang Zucai was already in his early seventies, and he was considered a long-lived person in the Song Dynasty.
After all, it is very reasonable to be rare since ancient times. For Tang Zucai, if he survives for a day, he has made a day.
"Duo'er, do you know why my father named you Dingdu?" He looked at Tang Dingduo and asked while drinking tea.
What does father mean by this? Do you want to test your child again? I hope nothing goes wrong.
The father was guarded against his son, but he didn't expect that the son was even more guarded against his father.
He waved his hand and asked everyone to go out, leaving Tang Zucai and his son alone.
Tang Zucai sighed and said with some waning interest: "My father will not be alive for long. Sooner or later, this family will have to be taken care of by you, so I decided on the name."
Tang Dingli couldn't help but whisper in his heart, since he wanted to leave the family to his children, why did he hold on to the power tightly.
"My father has always been in good health. I hope my father will live as long as Nanshan and live a hundred years." Tang Ding made up his mind and bowed respectfully to Tang Zucai, saying with some reluctance.
Tang Zucai waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, seventy years have been rare. Every day that my father lives is counted. I decided to name you because I hope that you can resist the great cause of revitalizing the family."
He has been the leader of the clan for decades and has been able to survive through the ups and downs. He doesn't know his son's thoughts and doesn't point them out. He doesn't care what his son thinks in his heart and directly expresses his own thoughts.
Tang Ding was drinking tea while carefully reviewing his father's words. Could it be that his father wanted to test his child again?
"Since that day will come sooner or later, it's better to make arrangements early. Many people are jealous of the position of the clan leader." Tang Zucai sighed and looked at Tang Dingdi. "But with my father protecting you, you can secure your position as the clan leader. Peaceful transition.”
Father, you are thinking very hard. On the surface, you say you are thinking about your children, but in fact, you want to firmly hold the power in your hands until you die.
But he absolutely did not dare to say this. Instead, he stood up and bowed respectfully to his father, saying, "Thank you, father, for protecting your child."
"Since it is inevitable that the day of becoming a father will come, we have to consider what happens after death. The Hall of Punishing Evil and Promoting Good Deeds is about what happens after death?" Tang Zucai said as calmly as possible while drinking tea.
"Thanks to the little saint, the old man has the wine that rivals the beauty of the gods; thanks to the little saint, the old man can drink the intoxicating spring breeze like spring buds in the cold winter; thanks to the little saint, let the old man have a tea cup like porcelain; thanks to the little saint, Let the old man taste twice-cooked pork, braised pork, etc.
Delicious. Little saint, since you have invented so many things, can you invent a medicine for longevity that will allow the old man to live for another thirty years? No, twenty years will do. If it really doesn't work, ten years is always possible. "Actually, this is what he really thinks.
Of course he couldn't say it out loud if he had this idea, but in the face of the upcoming death, he had to make arrangements.
Even though he was unwilling to do so, it was still coming, it was just a matter of time.
Tang Ding was surprised when he heard that his father actually inquired about his death, and he looked at Tang Zucai.
Although Tang Zucai was in good spirits, his hair was pale and age spots began to appear on his face.
It is said that once age spots appear on a person, he or she is in the final years of his life, that is, he is not far away from death.
After all, he is his father. Although Tang Dingdao is not willing to be a puppet, once his father leaves, he will definitely be miserable.
Thinking of this, he became respectful, bowed to Tang Zucai, and said, "Father, the talk of hell is a lie. I want my father to live a healthy and peaceful life."
Tang Zucai didn't expect that his always docile son would contradict him at this time, and he couldn't help but became furious.
He took a sip of tea to cheer up and stared at Tang Dingde.
Tang Dingda was not afraid at all at this time. He still bowed and looked at Tang Zucai.
Tang Zucai looked at Tang Dingdao for a long time and did not see any fear in the child.
"Sir, you have never been to the underworld, so of course you don't know anything about the underworld," Tang Zucai took a sip of tea, glared at him, and said angrily, "Since there is a world in the world, there is a world in the underworld."
Tang Dingde did not speak, but fell into thinking.
When Tang Zu just said this, he took a deep breath and said: "Tai Chi generates two yi. How did the two yi come into being? Aren't they just two fishes of yin and yang?"
When Tang Ding heard his father say this, he believed that his father was indeed old.
Only a person who cares deeply about everything behind him can show that he is really old.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became less interested in the position of the clan leader. Being able to accompany his old father was the real happiness.
If my father leaves, I won't be able to stay with him even if I want to.
True filial piety is filial piety in life, and filial piety after death is done for others to see.
Thinking of this, he bowed his hands and said, "My child, please go and see how magical the Hall of Punishing Evil and Promoting Good People is."
Although Tang Zucai was drinking tea, he did not let go of Tang Ding's decision.
Although Tang Dingde contradicted him, it made him feel uncomfortable.
But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that his son was thinking about him. Thinking of this, he finally forgave his son.
Jingyan is the master's public house in Zhaojiazhuang School.
Tang Kaiwen, Hou Guangshi, Luo Hefu felt like riding a roller coaster.
When the school started, their class was still in the middle of the class, but due to discrimination against Yun family students, they ended up in the bottom three in the sports meeting.
The three of them were originally elites trained by aristocratic families, but they did not want to bring all the disgrace to the aristocratic family, and the three of them thought of committing suicide.
This is not desperate. What is desperate is that the mountain chief actually forced some rascals into their class.
Chief, you are adding insult to injury, but the chief said that he could help them win a good place in the sports meeting.
The three of them thought about it and realized that they would indeed have to rely on them to stand up in the next year's sports meeting. After all, there was strength in numbers, so they had to reluctantly accept it.
Unexpectedly, among these despised little scoundrels, some people actually learned tadpole writing and became geniuses. In the subsequent writing competition, they almost took the top three places.
The three of them can now be said to be grateful to Zhao Ping. The little saint not only solved their livelihoods and gave them generous treatment, but also sent talented disciples.
The three of them used to regard themselves as aristocratic families, and looked down on poor families and outside disciples at all.
"I didn't expect that after leaving the Yun family's foreign disciples, we would be among the bottom three in our class." Tang Kaiwen took a sip of tea and sighed deeply.
Luo Hefu nodded and said with deep sympathy: "In the next year's competition, we have to rely on these Yun family disciples, as well as students from the Han family."
"Exactly, at the critical moment, the highest honor that can make us stand up is not the disciples of the aristocratic family," Hou Guangshi smiled bitterly while drinking tea, "but it is the disciples of the humble family who were once called little rogues."
"Is this a mockery of what we did in the past?" Tang Kaiwen took a sip of tea, looked at the two of them, pondered for a while, and said with some embarrassment.
Luo Hefu thought for a while and concluded: "This is both right and wrong."
Tang Kaiwen and Hou Guangshi looked at each other with unbelievable looks in their eyes.
"Why do you have such an idea?" Hou Guangshi thought for a while and couldn't help but ask.
While drinking tea, Luo Hefu looked at the two of them and asked: "The innate family conditions of poor families determine the time they received from childhood and the teachers are not as good as those of aristocratic families. Is this correct?"
"It's true. When aristocratic families are three years old, they can be educated and have books to read. This is something that a poor family cannot match." Tang Kaiwen thought for a while and said: "A poor family loses at the starting point. They may still be playing in the mud at this time. "
"Not only do poor families lose at the starting point, they may also lose in the middle." Hou Guangshi nodded and expressed his thoughts, "They may even drop out of school due to family difficulties."
"But in front of the little saint, almost earth-shaking changes have taken place." After Luo Hefu said this, he saluted in the direction of Chengdu and said with great admiration, "The little saint not only gave poor families almost equal opportunities to study, but also created tadpole literature. , pushing the literacy of poor families and aristocratic families to the same level twice."
Generally speaking, Luo Hefu should hate Zhao Ping for depriving the family of priority opportunities to a large extent.
But Luo Hefu not only did not bear grudges against Zhao Ping, but was also very grateful to Zhao Ping.
After all, Zhao Ping not only gave him a better livelihood than the county school, but the tadpole essay he invented was also a great turnaround.
It can be said that Luo Hefu and others are all beneficiaries of Zhao Ping's policies, and Zhao Ping has become their benefactor.
How can one repay a benefactor with kindness and hatred?
The key thing is that Zhao Ping is a little saint, a typical representative of cultivating one's moral character and governing the country and bringing peace to the world. He is also the highest state of the scholar who can govern the country and bring peace to the world.
It can be said that Zhao Ping's personality charm makes literati such as Tang Kaiwen, Luo Hefu, Hou Guangshi, etc. impeccable and can only be admired.
Luo Hefu even thought that although their family was at odds with the Yun family, they only worshiped Zhao Ping. The Salt Temple and the Wealth Temple were built by the two families respectively.
Tang Kaiwen thought of a question, glanced at the two people and asked: "What if the barbarians kill Jingyan? Of course this is just a hypothesis."
"Hu people are extremely vicious. I heard that most people would just run away when they encounter a barbarian." Hou Guangshi thought for a while and finally said.
"But this Yanting Town can be said to have become another paradise on earth." Luo Hefu shook his head. He really couldn't bear to leave. "If this paradise on earth is trampled and robbed by barbarians, what should we do?"
As soon as these words came out, the other two people fell into deep thought.
Before Zhao Ping arrived, Yanting Town was not a poor place, but it was not much better.
Although it is a salt mountain, it is a poisonous mountain. Only in the hands of Zhao Ping can it become a golden mountain.
Run away or defend your homeland, this is a dilemma.
"As long as the little saint gives the order, we will definitely defend Jingyan with our lives," Tang Kaiwen thought for a while and finally said decisively, "until the last person, including you."
Luo Hefu and Hou Guangshi looked at each other and said resolutely: "Of course that's included."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Tang Kaiwen felt that his heart was suddenly relieved and he couldn't help laughing.
"I wonder if you have heard that Jingyan now has three great treasures, and they are unique to Jingyan?" Tang Kaiwen suddenly asked the two of them mysteriously.
Luo Hefu and Hou Guangshi thought for a while, shook their heads, and asked: "When did Jing Yan have the three great treasures?"
