After a while, an old woman with a seven-star crutch came out of the side door, her eyes were kind, and she smiled happily at him and said, thank you for your visit, thank you for adopting my son these days.
Zou Yunjia was stunned: Is that pig her son? I've had it for more than 3 years, why only a few days? It's really puzzling. The old woman said again, okay, you can play with it here for four or five days before leaving!
On the fifth day of play, Zou Yunjia asked to go back. The familiar pig dealer with a mole between his left eyebrows quietly told him that he didn’t want any treasures from the old woman. Just say that you only want one thing, and that is Xi Chuang Jin. A myna in a cage.
Zou Yunjia said, thank you for the advice. To put it another way, aren't you a pig dealer? Why did I meet you here? The pig dealer laughed and said that you thought I was really a pig dealer, but I was actually a police officer from Guangyintian who disguised himself as a pig dealer and went to the human world to take our Guangda brothers back from Guangyintian.
When Zou Yunjia heard this, she felt as if she had fallen into the mist. She had no idea what he was talking about. I thought to myself: Could that white flower with no flesh on its head be their brother Guangyintian? His mouth moved, and he was about to ask for more information. The police officer said, don't ask, it's not appropriate to reveal secrets to mortals.
Before leaving, the old woman said to Zou Yunjia, "How about I give you a bag of gold and silver and you can spend it when you go back?" He replied, I only want the myna in the golden cage in the west window. The old woman actually caught the myna from the golden cage and put it in an umbrella as a gift to him.
The police officer mysteriously instructed him not to open his umbrella until he got home, even if there was hail and sleet.
Zou Yunjia left here with her umbrella under her arm, walking from morning to night, and finally arrived at her hometown. But I can no longer find my own house, and the original house base has become a thorn bush.
He was confused: How could it have changed so much after only playing for a few days? How did he know that one day in Guangyintian's fairy home would be one year in the mortal world, and five days would be five years if he lived there. When I left home, my parents were already frail and sick, and both of them probably died one after another.
When I looked around, I couldn't even find a grave, and I didn't know where my parents' remains were buried. I couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.
Zou Jiayun opened the umbrella casually. Unexpectedly, as soon as the umbrella leaves were released, a large house stood up in front of him like lightning. He walked into the house and found a beautiful woman who looked like a flower. She was the Myna. The bed cabinets, tables, chairs and kitchen supplies in the home are all novel and unique. After he married the beautiful woman, they became very affectionate. A few years later, they gave birth to two sons and a daughter. The family was harmonious and happy.
Yin Shigui's son was reincarnated as a sow, and later gave birth to several litters of piglets and sold them for money, which indeed brought good fortune to their family.
Yin Shigui used the money from the sale of the sow's piglets to support his grandson Yin Tianqing to study at Shapo Academy. He achieved success in his studies and was admitted as a scholar. With the support of his grandfather, who was well off, he devoted himself to studying the Five Classics and Four Books, hoping to enter the cabinet after passing the exam. Pay homage to Prime Minister Guangzong Yaozu.
That year, the elegant and handsome Yin Tianqing packed her bags and went to Beijing to take the exam soon after her wedding. Passing through the turbulent Jiangcheng, when she just landed, she suddenly encountered a gust of wind blowing over the ground, and Yin Tianqing suddenly felt horrified.
When I arrived in the capital, I lined up with all the candidates and entered the examination room. After receiving the examination papers, I just picked up my pen and prepared to answer the questions. I felt that my hands and feet were cold, my brain was hot, and I fell into a coma. But I woke up soon and cried loudly. All the words I complained were women. The accent sounds incomprehensible.
Suddenly, Yin Tianqing picked up a pen and scrawled on the test paper again, finishing the article in an instant and handing it in. When the invigilator saw that he was acting strangely, he was very confused and thought he had stage fright before the exam, so he accidentally did so. After taking the test paper, I saw "Twelve Ode on the Tower" written on it. The handwriting was clear and elegant, and the words were sad and sad. It didn't look like it was written by a mentally disturbed person, so I read it in one breath. The words were:
The beauty first relied on the jade tower, but you didn't see her for half a year.
The days are getting longer and the body is tired, and the winter plum blossoms are blooming.
I have been missing you for a long time, and the news is good. It is not appropriate to delay the boudoir.
I am greedy for the broken flowers and hate the willows. It is difficult to guess the temperament of a young man.
Second, I stopped sewing on the balcony, and walked alone in the courtyard full of pear blossoms.
The embroidered shoes are muddy and unintentional to wash, and the remaining silk of Luopa cannot be woven.
Think about it from the beginning, last year we were in love, and we made an oath in front of the Buddha Hall.
It was just the sixteenth day of my birthday, and my husband announced my birthday in person.
The sun is shining brightly on the third balcony, and the peaches and plums are blooming in abundance.
The weather is half warm and half cold, I am tired, it rains and clears at first, and I am anxious.
Worried about the incomprehensible illness, the swallows carry mud in their mouths to repair their old nests.
The younger sister didn't know Nong's wishes, so she randomly looked through the flower book and asked for slaves to trace it.
On the four sides of the balcony, the clothes are fresh, and the clothes are light and the thin cotton has been removed.
Butterflies wander through the grass paths, and bees are fascinated by the cauliflower fields.
The deep pavilion is quiet, the day is like a year, and I want to listen to the Yao Qin but I am too lazy to play the strings.
I used to say that a good night's worth of money is not worth half a penny now.
The fifth balcony is the Dragon Boat Festival, and I dress up in the mirror without any care.
The pomegranate flowers are in bloom, and the plum blossoms are half green and yellow.
Dragon boats and drums, rowing along the Yangtze River, it was a beautiful scene last year and today.
After watching the dragon boat, we climbed into the pavilion together and poured wine to drink and laugh together.
It's hot in the summer when I'm on the sixth floor, and it's cool in the evening with pears and dates in my sleeves.
The winding pavilions are intertwined with bamboos, and the winding lake pavilions are intertwined with lotus flowers.
Sleeping under the bamboo mat, it's sullen, and there is no opponent to hold the chess pieces.
I once remembered that after bathing in the boudoir, I patted the man on the shoulder with a fan.
The Chinese Valentine's Day is coming, and the sky is cheering tonight.
Threading needles on the red silk thread upstairs, green fruit rows in front of the eaves of the begging bridge.
The window sill is exposed, the bow shoes are wet, and the Milky Way and magpie shadows are pouring down.
I didn't see the Cowherd crossing tonight, but the smiling man was still a little dazed.
It's cool in August when the eight-tower terrace is close to the pavilion. Is it unusual for the Toad Palace to win the first prize?
The kapok seeds contain fragrant stamens, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers spit out tender yellow.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is as white as frost. I wash myself up and worship God devoutly.
Since childhood, I have not believed in Buddhism, so I picked up a burner of incense for Lang.
The nine buildings are close to the Double Ninth Festival, and the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of light pink hibiscus.
It's hard to wear jade flowers on your temples, and you can't wait to taste the dogwood wine.
The yellow flowers are thin, the dewdrops are cool, recalling the happy dream before.
I hope my body can turn into a butterfly, and my soul can be around my old friend in my dreams.
The ten-storey terrace is getting fuller in winter, and the sound of the golden stove's incense has stopped leaking.
Mandarin ducks are in love with each other and can't let go, butterflies come in pairs and are frightened in dreams.
Playing a song, the third watch of the month, I am afraid of hearing the sound of falling leaves in front of the steps.
Knowing that he had no sympathy for me, I thought about it until it became clear.
On the eleventh floor of the building, the clouds were low, and the reed flowers were flying like snow.
The early cold sleep in Xiuge Pavilion is unstable, and the long night is like a drunken dream with a faint soul.
The waist is slightly thin, the limbs are tired, and the geese return early in the cold moon and frost.
Travelers are desolate and have little luggage. Where can they find someone to send them cold clothes?
The twelve winters on the pavilion have faded away, and the narcissus and bamboo have grown spots again.
A golden basin warms slender hands easily, but a frozen pen cannot describe the faint mountains.
The mood is desolate, the mood is dim, and I sit around the fire silently weeping.
There is a road in heaven that wanders along the shore, but when the flowers come, they don’t return them.
The invigilator was shocked when he saw that although the lyrics were not on topic, the language was clear and the lyrics were sad, as if they were written by a woman. He was very surprised. Seeing that he had plenty of time, he ordered him to try again. After a while, Yin Tianqing splashed ink with no words, and then handed over the test paper again. The invigilator took a look and wrote "Eighteen Love Poems" on it. The words were sad and made people shed tears. Guessing that Yin Tianqing must have children who were grievances and debts, they expelled him from the show. Naturally, Yin Tianqing's reputation in Beijing was lost this time.
It turned out to be a female ghost causing trouble, so why did the female ghost possess Yin Tianqing and cause trouble? As early as when she was studying at Jiangcheng Academy, Yin Tianqing had a close relationship with her classmate Hu Shuli. They had been classmates for three years. They often recited poems and composed poems together, admired the moon and landscape, and were inseparable. Someone once made an appointment after dusk, pointed to the moon as a matchmaker, and swore to the sky: In the sky, I would like to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I would like to be a twig.
Yin Tianqing returned to his hometown after completing his studies in three years. He planned to inform the Master of the matter. After obtaining the consent of his family, he rode on horseback and prepared a sedan chair to marry Hu Shuli.
Unexpectedly, Yin Tianqing's mother, Tian Jingui, firmly opposed this marriage on the pretext that they were not suitable for urban and rural areas. She had already chosen a better match for him and immediately forced him to get married.
Yin Tianqing remembered that he had made a covenant with girl Shuli, and he refused at first. Then he saw that the girl introduced to him by his mother was beautiful, gentle and affectionate, so he acquiesced to the marriage.
After getting married and just finishing their honeymoon, Yin Tianqing had gradually forgotten all about her schoolmate Hu Shuli. It has been said since ancient times: A man loves his second wife, and a woman values her ex-husband.
