Zhou Yazhao must have known something, but she still chose to shake her head.
"A woman does not have to be weak, and losing her voice does not mean she is silent. Since you know something, why don't you tell me?" Song Che asked closer.
Zhou Yazhao lowered his head and was silent for a long time before picking up a wooden stick and writing the word "danger" on the ground.
Song Che pursed his lips, "In that case, you don't have to tell me who he is. You just need to tell me who manages the Chengbei Trading Company. Isn't that difficult?"
Zhou Yazhao hesitated for a moment, drew three lines on the ground and wrote the word "three".
Song Che said in a deep voice: "Third uncle Zhou Pu?"
Zhou Yazhao quickly made a "silence" gesture and looked around in fear.
The young man named "Fang Qi" who was rescued by the river earlier said that his sister was insulted by Zhou Papi.
The third uncle, Zhou Pu, was the head of the Zhou family who had the most high hopes. He was very famous in Hangzhou. There was no way he would rob a civilian girl just to satisfy his lower body pleasure.
Could it be his son Zhou Tianci? That seems even more impossible. Zhou Tianci is a wise man in the academy, and it is impossible for him to do such a derogatory thing in terms of emotion and reason.
Could it be that the young man named "Fang Qi" was talking nonsense? But he was neither a relative nor an acquaintance, so why would he make up stories to deceive him?
The water in Hangzhou is really not that deep.
"Auntie, why are you scared out of your mind when I mention Third Uncle's name? Is there someone in the house this week -"
"Bah!"
Before Song Che could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Song Che quickly wiped the writing on the ground with his foot, and when he looked back, he saw it was Aunt Fang.
Aunt Fang stood at the door. Seeing Song Che and Zhou Yazhao standing so close, she smiled contemptuously and said, "I'm disturbing you two." Then she closed the door and left.
Zhou Yazhao stood up in a hurry, grabbed Aunt Fang, and explained in sign language. Who could understand?
People who want to misunderstand you are often more likely to act deaf and dumb than disabled people.
Those who are clear will be clear themselves, so why explain it?
Song Che asked openly: "It's so late, why does Aunt Fang come to the dining room?"
"I heard that you were making porridge for the old lady in the dining room, so I came over to take a look. I have been preparing the old lady's meals for more than ten years. I know very well what she likes to eat and how she tastes. .”
Aunt Fang pushed Zhou Yazhao away and went straight to the stove. She sniffed and sniffed, then suddenly frowned. She opened the lid of the pot and exclaimed: "Ah! How can an outsider be the master of the house and actually cook fish and shrimp in the porridge?" I wonder if the old lady is a vegetarian?"
Song Che took the lid of the pot and put it back, "The old lady is a vegetarian, but I am not a vegetarian... Look, the porridge is almost done. Auntie, let's go back to Hong'en Pavilion." After that, he picked up the large casserole Step out of the dining room.
Zhou Ya glanced at Aunt Fang and followed quickly.
On the way back.
"Auntie, why do I feel like anyone in the Zhou family can bully you? Even a slave can bully you." Song Che asked.
Perhaps these words hurt his heart, Zhou Yazhao lowered his head.
Song Che added: "Remember, if a servant dares to be rude to you again in the future, without much hesitation, slap the ear of the servant on its chin and the tip of its ear to teach it to distinguish priorities."
Zhou Yazhao opened his eyes wide and signed with Song Che.
"Harm! I can't understand you when you speak dumb, but I can give you another trick," Song Che said: "Your Zhou family has an ancestral hall for your ancestors, right? If anyone bullies you again in the future, you will I ran to the ancestral hall, hugged the old lady’s memorial tablet, cried bitterly, and twitched at the same time. Those evil wives and servants who know they have done something wrong, I guarantee that they will have to take a detour when they see you in the future."
Zhou Yazhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"This is called 'Don't do evil things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but if you do evil things, ghosts will come to you in the middle of the night.'"
"Huhu..." Just as a gust of cold wind hit.
Song Che couldn't help but shudder, and Zhou Yazhao reacted violently, shrinking behind him and shivering in fear.
Song Che swallowed his saliva, could there really be an innocent soul in Zhou's house?
"God bless you, Amitabha, God bless you, there are no taboos, there are no taboos..."
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Song Che and Zhou Yazhao returned to Hongen Pavilion, and two men in Confucian robes, one old and one young, happened to walk out of the door.
The old man is more than fifty, with a goatee, mustache, and strong eyes; the young man is twenty-five or six, with a handsome jade face, an elegant demeanor, and an origami fan on his waist.
It should be the father and son of Sanfang, Zhou Pu and Zhou Tianci.
When Zhou Yazhao saw the father and son, he subconsciously leaned behind Song Che.
Song Che squinted his eyes and looked at the two glamorous people in front of him. If "Zhou Papi" was indeed involved in this matter, even if it was not the father and son, it still had something to do with them.
There are many elegant and well-dressed beasts in this world, but how can people be so beautiful?
"Third uncle, third cousin, please walk slowly." Shen Wenjun then said goodbye to each other, his tone of voice not lacking in kindness.
"Hey, husband, Yazhao, you are finally back!" When she saw Song Che and Yazhao again, she quickly ran up to greet them, sniffed the casserole, raised her head and said with a smile: "It smells so good..."
Song Che asked with a smile: "How is grandma doing?"
Shen Wenjun said: "I can sit up now. There is no serious problem."
"Earlier, I was curious about who could capture the heart of my cousin. Now that I see my brother-in-law, he has a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament. He and my cousin are a match made in heaven." Zhou Tianci smiled politely.
"As expected of a Confucian sage, he praises people for being so literary and talented," Song Che returned the favor with a smile: "My nephew met my third uncle, and my younger brother met my cousin."
Zhou Pu remained stern and nodded slightly, but without even looking at Song Che, he strode away with his hands behind his back.
"Cousin, brother-in-law, I'll take my leave now. I'll pay you a visit in person when I have time tomorrow." Zhou Tianci bowed out and bowed out.
Song Che returned the gift, looked at the two people leaving, and then glanced at the restrained Zhou Yazhao next to him. Is he really elegant? Or fake restraint?
"I love these scholars. Let's go quickly. Grandma says she's hungry."
Shen Wenjun pulled Song Che into the pavilion.
The old lady was sitting against the headboard, while Zhou Hui and Tang Wenhou were beside the bed, chatting and laughing. Looking at their energy, the fever should have almost gone away.
Shen Wenjun scooped up a bowl of porridge and was about to hand it over, but she noticed something strange. She pulled Song Che over and said secretly: "Didn't I tell your grandma to keep the vegetarian diet? Why did you add fish and shrimp to it?"
Song Che smiled and said, "I can make grandma eat this bowl of meat porridge, do you believe it?"
Shen Wenjun hummed softly: "Grandma has been fasting for more than ten years. If you can make her break the fast, I... I will treat you to abalone someday."
"It's a deal." Song Che took the porridge bowl, came to the bedside and sat down, and first asked the old lady: "Grandma, why don't you give me a favor and listen to my grandson tell you a story first? I'll make sure you finish listening to this. Story, will be happy to eat this meat porridge."
"Oh?" The old lady was a little surprised and curious, and smiled: "Can you tell me?"
Everyone came up curiously, pricking up their ears and waiting to hear the story.
Song Che said with a smile: "It is said that once upon a time, there was an enlightened eminent monk who went down the mountain to seek alms. When he reached the green forest in the middle of the mountain, he suddenly encountered a group of bandits who were robbing and killing people. The eminent monk stepped forward and tried to persuade the bandits to put down their butcher knives with the Buddhist teachings he had learned all his life. The bandits He turned a deaf ear and pushed the eminent monk to the ground in anger——"
"The bandits killed that monk!" Shen Wenjun exclaimed.
Zhou Hui said: "That's not possible. Bandits will not kill Buddhists."
Tang Wen said: "Most of the old monks came down the mountain to ask for alms because there was no rice in the temple. Of course the bandits will not kill a poor monk. If he is wearing a brocade cassock, look at whether the bandits will let him go."
At this time, the old lady criticized, "You grandchildren and juniors, you are disrespecting Buddhism by saying you are a 'monk'. There is a Bodhisattva outside the hall."
Shen Wenjun stuck out his tongue, quickly bowed to the door, and urged Song Che: "Speak quickly, that monk...oh no, what happened to the eminent monk in the end?"
Song Che continued with a smile: "The bandit did not kill the eminent monk, but took out a piece of fragrant meat from his arms, threw it to the eminent monk and said, if you eat this piece of meat, I will not kill anyone today.
The eminent monk sighed to the sky: How can human life be important if the rules and precepts are clear? After saying that, he ate the fragrant meat! Seeing this, the bandit felt that the light of Buddha was shining all over him, so he put down his butcher knife and converted to Buddhism——
The reason why Buddhists do not eat meat and fish is because they are afraid that alcohol and meat will bring impetuousness and stimulate desire. If a person is pious and holy, and has compassion and salvation, how can he care about the rules and precepts? "
Song Che finished speaking, scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge, blew it on it, handed it to the old lady's mouth and said with a smile: "Grandma, this is called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, but remain in the heart of the Lord Buddha'."
"Amitabha... I have been obsessed with Zen for decades, but now I am awakened by my grandson-in-law's words. How good it is, how good it is."
The old lady sighed, swallowed the meat porridge in one mouthful, sipped the taste, shook her head in appreciation, and said, "I haven't eaten meat for more than ten years, but the taste is still so fresh."
"Hehehe..."
"Tang Wen, look at my cousin-in-law, he can heal diseases, cook porridge, and he also understands Buddhism!"
"Oh, I'm stupid, it's not like I don't admit it..."
"Speaking of which, Hui'er and Wenjun, you are already married, so it's time for you to have a child, right? Now, as an old woman with half of her body buried in the earth, my biggest wish is to hold a great-grandson in my arms."
"Look at what you said, you are a person who will live a long life. Not to mention your great-grandson, you can even hug your great-grandson!"
"Look, who said Wen'er doesn't have a sweet mouth?"
"Hahaha……"
"Hahaha……"
The old lady has been a devout believer in Buddhism for decades. The flowers of the Zhou family have blossomed and withered for several generations, and the house is full of gold and jade. However, she only has four grandchildren and a concubine to accompany her.
Is this family love happy or sad?
Is this house huge or small?
Is this family prospering or declining?
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