The sun had just turned slightly to the west, and the feast of cooking wine and appreciating plum blossoms was over.
The atmosphere of the banquet was pretty good, except that my body felt a little cold, everything else was fine.
During this period, Mr. Zhao said that through his observation during this period, he thought that he was a pretty good person. Coupled with the relationship between the Meng family, a sense of trust between the two was quickly established.
Trust is the prerequisite for communication.
This is a good sign.
Zhao Mingyu felt that judging from Qi Yu's imperial examination results, it was natural to enter the Hanlin Academy, but now he was appointed to serve in Xingtaipu Temple. The emperor's move was undoubtedly akin to a jade in stone being dusted.
Not to mention anything else, just talking about the wolf-toothed sword, it is not something that ordinary people can think of; it can even be said that such a practical military weapon cannot be bought with any amount of money.
In other words, Qi Dalang made great contributions to Sheji.
Qi Yu has thought about this heart-warming topic no less than a hundred times. Fortunately, he didn't get into trouble, otherwise, he could have jumped into the river like Qu Yuan.
The banquet is over.
Before leaving, Mr. Zhao had new instructions. He said that there was something special in the recent period, so Qi Yu should not cover his head and sleep when he went to the Yamen during the day.
Why?
The Lord of the Temple has said that in the recent period, his superior, the Minister of War, may come down for inspection at any time, and everyone in the temple must make relevant preparations.
That is, the leader comes to inspect.
This is easy to handle, just pay attention.
On the way back, Qi Yu laughed as he walked.
Yes, he is happy.
Today's banquet was a great harvest. He felt that his mind had become enlightened after Mr. Zhao's guidance.
That is: the way of doing things and the way of playing games in the officialdom, etc.
…
Went home.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xiaotong running over nervously. She looked panicked and said, "Dad, a ghost came to our house today."
ghost?
What the hell?
Qi Yu naturally didn't believe it, hehehe said: "Daughter, are you having a nightmare again?"
Xiaotong shook her head decisively and said, "Dad, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. The ghost is drinking tea in our living room."
What?
The ghost is not only sitting at home, but also drinking tea?
Qi Yu felt the hairs all over his body suddenly stand on end, and his heart was beating wildly. He hurriedly put his daughter in his arms, picked her up, and walked towards the living room with hesitation.
The hall door was ajar.
A gap in the door that is not too wide is left.
Qi Yu walked to the door quietly, lowered his head and looked through the crack...
Sure enough, I saw a so-called 'male ghost' in the hall of my house.
This ghost has blue eyes, yellow hair, and a high nose. He is a typical Westerner. At this time, he is holding a tea cup and sipping tea leisurely.
Hey... why are there foreigners at home?
However, after noticing his clothes, this question immediately became clear.
He is a missionary.
Since the Tang Dynasty, many Westerners have come to the East to explore China, an ancient civilization, and missionaries are one of the largest groups.
After this dynasty, due to the greater openness and tolerance of the system, the number of church organizations also increased. For now, Western missionaries can be found in the streets and alleys of the capital from time to time.
This is no longer surprising.
At the beginning, people felt it was novel and curious, but over time, they lost interest in paying attention.
Xiaotong whispered to Qi Yu that her mother and grandma were cooking in the backyard and were not sitting with them in the living room. As a result, the missionary was the only one left in the hall.
I see.
But what is the purpose of this foreigner coming to my home?
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Qi Yu gently put down his daughter, then pushed the door open and entered.
The hall door opened with a creak.
The missionary raised his head when he heard the sound, and after looking at it for a few times, he said in Chinese with his feet curled: "Hello, are you Mr. Qi Yu?"
Um?
The truth is so unexpected!
A foreigner can actually speak our Chinese language.
interesting.
Qi Yu was amused and replied in British: "Hello, I am Qi Yu. Nice to meet you."
Um?
This time it was the missionary's turn to be stunned. He never expected that there would be someone in this ancient Eastern country who could speak his mother tongue.
The reality is incredible!
The missionary exclaimed in amazement: "Oh God, what happened? I actually met a Chinese who can speak imperial language!"
However, Qi Yu had a look of disapproval. He just brushed his hair at the temples with his hand, looking completely "little".
Then, the missionary started talking about "cake sellers" one by one, and became very talkative.
Qi Yu secretly wondered, could it be that I thought my Chinese Bodhisattva was not good enough, so she converted to God?
Bodhisattva: I will not bear this responsibility!
When the missionary had finished talking, he became quiet.
Out of etiquette, Qi Yu gave in to him neither humble nor overbearing, and was very polite.
It even goes beyond official etiquette.
Is this Qi Dalang's admiration for foreigners?
Not really!
Qi Yu felt that he was dealing with foreigners at this time, and what he represented was the temperament of the Chinese nation, and he must not let them underestimate him.
Moreover, he still has the status of an official.
Qi Yu first said: "May I ask what your name is?"
The missionary replied, "My name is Harry."
"Harry..." Qi Yu nodded and asked, "Mr. Harry came to see me. Is there something wrong?"
Harry made the sign of the cross on his chest first, and then said: "Mr. Qi, I'm here to discuss theology with you."
Qi Yu was stunned: "What... does this mean?"
Harry said humbly: "It's what you Chinese people often call discussion."
Discussing theology? Still talking about Tao?
Tsk tsk~~
Do I look like a magic stick?
Qi Yu first denied himself, and then said: "Mr. Harry must have found the wrong person. I don't have any faith, so how can I talk about it?"
Harry shook his head in disbelief and said with a smile: "I know that in your Chinese culture, modesty is a virtue. I think most people with a university education are like this."
Qi Yu smiled and said: "I am not a university scholar. Your judgment is wrong."
"No! You are!" Harry replied firmly.
…
Qi Yu originally thought that this foreigner came to preach at home, but he didn't expect that he actually came to talk to him about Taoism.
On what path?
It's just a waste of time!
Mainly, take up your own writing time!
So, Qi Yu impatiently picked up the tea cup.
As a result, Harry was still sitting and didn't move at all.
It seems that this ghost guy still hasn’t really learned enough about Chinese culture!
Don’t you understand this?
"Mr. Harry, I really don't understand theology. In my opinion, you should go find someone else to talk about it," Qi Yu said.
"No! Mr. Qi, you are too humble. You definitely understand theology very well."
"Oh? Do you have any basis for saying that?"
Harry smiled and said: "I have read the book you wrote called "The Sword Goes" several times... the world in it fascinates me... You said, if you don't understand theology, How is it possible to write about such a real world?”
Damn it, it turns out that fans are here!
Moreover, he is still a foreigner.
It is not difficult to see that this Harry's Chinese is quite good. There is no obstacle to reading Chinese for him. He is the kind of person who has a good command of Chinese.
However, Qi Yu immediately realized a problem: "In that book, I used a pseudonym instead of my real name. How did you find me?"
Harry explained: "In your country, there is nothing that money can't solve. Haha, I gave the owner of Xiong's Literary Society ten taels of silver, and he happily told me. It's very simple."
Alas, this Xiong Da is too unprincipled, right?
Selling yourself for just ten taels of silver?
Forget about that for now, let's think about how to deal with this ghost guy first.
"Mr. Harry, I have something to do today and I don't have time to discuss it with you. Either way, when I make time, I will definitely come and visit you."
"Okay, then it's settled!"
Then, Harry left his address and left with satisfaction.
