The old man took a sip of tea and said: "This woodcut poem is based on the letter sent by my eldest son. I can't understand it either, old man. Fortunately, it is written in the letter. Young sir, don't dislike the villagers for being stupid. I will recite it for you, old man." back."
Cheng Yun looked at the old man with his eyes closed and betrayed his faith, and sat up straight.
I didn’t memorize the origins of the poem, but started memorizing it directly from the origin of the poem.
After six years of memorizing a letter, the old man is still very confident and can recite it fluently.
Listening quietly, the old man saw a few tears in the ravines on his face, slipping into his gray beard and disappearing.
Cheng Yun has never seen a saint, so he doesn’t know what it’s like for a saint to teach and read, but it’s definitely not as good as the old man at the stall carrying his eldest son’s family letter.
Suddenly I seemed to see a picture scroll.
A young man sat cross-legged on the ground and shouted a letter to his family, asking those who could write to write it down.
The writer of the letter gradually blurred into the appearance of an old man, and he was reading at the same time as the young man, word by word.
But one person laughed loudly and the other cried silently for six years.
Cheng Yun silently noted that a battle that he didn’t know why was still being fought in three places.
The poem comes from one of the battlefields, called Jilong Territory.
There is a mountain over there, which is strangely shaped like a honeycomb. From one end you can see the light coming from the other end. The whole mountain looks like an old woman complaining about her children. People there call it the Mountain of Complaints.
Another peculiarity of Yuanzi Mountain is that it seems to block the sunlight during the day and emits a faint red light at night.
From noon to midnight, you can see the incomplete sun through the mountains without dazzling your eyes; from Hai noon to midnight, you can see the moon through the red light.
That territory is also very magical. The weapons used by the immortals will slowly rust if left there, but the dead bodies will only dry and exist forever.
There was a scholar named Jupanren who wrote this poem while studying on a study tour thirty years ago, but was kicked out.
After Cheng Yun heard this, he wanted to eat another bowl of noodles, but he had to lower his elbows.
The old man opened his eyes, took a sip of herbal tea, and asked the young gentleman, "Old man, can I memorize it without any problem? If anything is not smooth, I must have remembered it wrong."
Cheng Yun shook his head and said that the sentences were fluent and more realistic than some of the books he had read.
The old man couldn't hide his joy and said that his eldest son was abandoned there six years ago. Someone from the government gave him a hundred taels of silver, but he didn't tell him what happened to his eldest son.
I didn't dare to tell my younger son, so I gave 80 taels to my younger son in the city to make a living, and the remaining money was used by the old couple to eat and buy a coffin.
If he hadn't been older and there was an old woman at home, she would have gone looking for her son on a pole.
Now I can only guard the ancestral home at home. It is said to be an ancestral home. It is no different from the mud houses in other villages. It just has a small compartment to pay homage to the eldest son's spiritual place. After all, I have to recite a letter back and forth. After six years, I dare not have any unnecessary thoughts.
Seeing the young gentleman opposite asking for another bowl of clear noodle soup, the old man smiled and said he didn't have to worry about himself.
Cheng Yun shook his head. He really wanted to eat it, so he decided to eat it with the old man. He took out the smoked pork elbow from Genshifanglou and gave half of it to the old man.
I told you that your elbow is a bit salty.
The old man laughed angrily and sat down to eat his elbows with clear soup and noodles with the young gentleman.
It does taste better than what the old lady makes, but just a little bit.
When you get back, you have to ask the old lady to put less salt in a nice voice. Salt is not expensive.
After Cheng Yun finished eating, he drank the previous pot, asked for an extra bowl of herbal tea, and asked the old man if he could copy the poem on the woodcut.
The old man lamented that he was a scholar, and he could take it away if he was polite, but he had to pay for the wood so that he could ask the master to carve another one.
Success is still copied, otherwise, wood is more expensive.
The old man looked at the poem copied by Cheng Yun and couldn't help but said, "The handwriting of the junior gentleman is not as good as the teacher in our village."
Cheng Yun's face was expressionless, "The clear soup noodles without spicy food are more expensive than three cents, at most two cents."
The old man took out his cigarette and took a sip, and said with a smile that the young man didn't understand. On such a hot day, how could there be clear soup noodles with spicy food? Cheng Yun accepted the lesson and took the little green cow lying down after eating to prepare to leave. .
The old man smoked a cigarette and asked the young gentleman if he could become an immortal.
After successfully turning around, the Sword Immortal must be an immortal. He nodded and the old man asked: "The bones in that place don't rot. Can the round birthmark on the left lower back..."
Before he finished speaking, he remembered the purpose of betrayal, knocked his head with his pipe, and changed his words, "Young gentleman, you can wait until after the autumn harvest. Old man, I make spicy food. No one will be happy to pay three cents for it without sighing."
Cheng Yun noted down the old man's appearance and the birthmark on his left lower back, and asked the old man's surname, Meng.
Thinking about the poem again, since the scholar who held the plate would go there to study, Yinfeng might also go there, so he could read it and eat clear noodles with spicy pepper after reading it.
After receiving money from the government, the surrounding officials took good care of their stall.
Until I heard the young man who was promoted to team leader said that he had changed his boss and it would be inconvenient to come back later, but he would definitely come over and try the boss lady's cooking again if he had the chance. Old Meng was still very happy, just like the elbow he had eaten today which was not so salty. happy.
At the village gate, Mr. Lin and Butcher Zhang were waiting together.
When Cheng Yun saw Mr. Lin, he saluted and then faced Mr. Zhang. He learned the posture in the drawing book and deliberately gave a crooked military salute of the Sangling Kingdom. Butcher Zhang saw that he was awkward and wanted to kick Mr. Lin again. around.
Thinking in his mind, he kicked him casually as he entered the air, forcing a smile and nodding.
Cheng Yun was curious as to why the two of them were at the entrance of the village. Zhang Da, the head catcher, called over to Zhang Ling'er who was bored beside him.
"Some of my personal experiences can be compiled into files. When you arrived at the Emperor's Capital of Sanling Kingdom, you went to find Song Weiyi. When you joined the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you also went to him with the sign I gave you."
He tightened Zhang Ling'er's clothes and patted the head that had dodged away lovingly.
"Some of them can't be put on the table, but I think they are useful. I wrote them down and read the words on the spot. After you send Ling'er to the city to take the exam of Sage Academy, let Ling'er give it to you."
Zhang Ling'er blinked excitedly at Cheng Yun, who scratched his head. He originally planned to go directly to Sang Ling Country after leaving the village.
Zhang Da, the catcher, also knew this, and he widened his eyes to bluff Cheng Yun: "What? The experience of the former chief catcher of the Metropolitan Procuratorate of the Sangling Kingdom, the commander of the Lingsang Wei, and the chief patrolman of the Sixth Department is not as good as your two or three hours?"
Seeing that Cheng Yun was still reluctant, he glanced at the car in the village. Butcher Zhang laughed angrily and said: "It's not that I can't go to the city to send Ling'er off, and I can't invite Old Mo Lin. I'm not worried about the others going. I can't get used to it." Hold on to you kid."
Feeling pain, he threw the ten spirit stones to Cheng Yun. He watched Cheng wipe the cow's back with his sleeves, let Ling'er sit on it, and happily pulled the cow's horns in front of him.
How did Old Demon Lin teach such a thing?
Mr. Lin stopped Cheng Yun and threw to Cheng Yun a small incense burner, half the size of a palm. The upper half was hollowed out with the medicine saint's instructions to reduce poisons and collect medicines. The lower half was carved with the meaning of a water mirror, and the medicine saint's instructions were carved to plant medicine.
The whole body is made of bronze, with the outer sole printed with incense from the Saint and the inner bottom engraved with incense coming from the inside.
"You should know about Xumiwu. This incense burner is also a piece. Herbs can be kept warm and fresh in it. There are ten cubic meters inside. There are some herbs, a sword, and a knife given by Butcher Zhang. It is said to be a head catcher. It’s not as good as it is used a lot, but it’s more durable.”
It's not easy to get success, it may be more expensive than two thousand spiritual stones.
Seeing Cheng Yun's coy look, Butcher Zhang said, "Why don't you snatch it away? Did you have some debts that you can't repay?"
Cheng Yun did not dare to look at Butcher Zhang. He took the incense burner and saluted respectfully. Mr. Lin waved his hand, "Go quickly and send a letter to Runcun in January. Write it in the secret language I taught you in "Comments on Partial Prescriptions" .”
Cheng Yun nodded, took Niu Jiao and Zhang Ling'er and slowly walked away.
Mr. Lin watched the two of them drifting away, then looked at Butcher Zhang: "You can follow if you don't feel relieved."
Butcher Zhang no longer stepped on his feet and said with a wry smile: "I will be questioned if I am within ten miles of the imperial city. In addition, I am practicing this kind of technique... Are you sure you don't tell Cheng Yun about this technique? Even if I've suffered so much that I'm hiding on the edge of Zisu Imperial City?"
Mr. Lin sneered: "Sheng Lun is not like you Zhang Mang. In addition to having a dog's nose, you have a brain that even a dog can dig through the earth."
When Mr. Lin walked away, Butcher Zhang realized that he was scolding him for having a brain like shit.
I can't beat Takong after beating him, and I can't scold or scold someone who has read some books. I regret a little bit that I used this extra trick to get in.
At the fork in the road, Cheng Yun didn't feel like he was being stared at, so he took out eight spirit stones and threw them to Zhang Ling'er, "Do you mind, Miss Zhang, accepting the hard work of two spirit stones?"
Zhang Ling'er put it away with a smile, took out the fruit from the small bag at the back and gave it to Cheng Yun to eat, "Didn't your father give you a sumeru thing?"
Zhang Ling'er chewed the fruit and said vaguely: "I gave it, but my father asked me to put ordinary things in the back bag. Just put the expensive ones in it. I will keep the spiritual stones you gave me in it."
Cheng Yun nodded, and after sending Zhang Ling'er back, he also bought a bag to carry on his back. In it he put a few unimportant books, some dry steamed buns, and a water bag.
Put the ox-mouthed sword into the ring, hold the aromatherapy burner and Xianfa in your arms for the time being, carry a cold blade knife on your left waist, and a flowing wind sword on your back. If you feel there is nothing to leak money from, you tighten your clothes.
"It's really impressive." Cheng Yun glared at Zhang Ling'er who finished eating the fruit and wiped it on himself.
On the way back, I said hello to the old man and bought a bowl of clear soup noodles for Zhang Ling'er to try.
I guessed that it was time for dinner when I came back, so I asked the old man if he would still be there at that time. The old man pointed to the road behind him and said that it was only a two-minute walk from here to the village. He asked the young gentleman to definitely come for dinner, and also gave Xiaoqing a handful of fodder. ox.
When they met Yinfeng in the city, Zhang Linger waved vigorously to say hello to Yinfeng.
Yinfeng saw Cheng Yun winking at him when he returned. He led Zhang Ling'er to find a nearby inn to stay, and went back to the academy to get a few pages of books.
Cheng Yun saw the ink on the last line of a page slowly spread out, and couldn't shirk it. From now on, he had to keep his emotions and anger indistinct.
The three of them went to Xinyun Street, which was mostly shops and stalls. Yinfeng bought some study rooms for Zhang Ling'er, and Chengyun bought a leather backpack, a few books, a water bag and some dry food.
After looking at the sky, Cheng Yun had to go to Zhiyuan Station before midnight. He couldn't have dinner with the two of them. Yin Feng and Cheng Yun had already been "pretentious" once, and Cheng Yun and Zhang Ling'er had nothing to say goodbye to. .
Seeing the two of them discussing what to eat, Cheng Yun gave a few simple instructions, took the butcher's file that was not on the table, and asked the little green cow to speed up to eat the free fodder.
I ordered two bowls of clear soup noodles with some vinegar, which had their own flavors with the white ingredients. I was looking forward to the old man's spicy noodles.
Although the old man thought Cheng Yun's calligraphy was generally ugly, he still asked for a woodcut copy of the poem. He said that if Cheng Yun didn't come to eat his spicy food, he would hang up the written calligraphy so that people passing by could take a good look at the little gentleman's handwriting. .
It's hard to grab it. At this hour, some officials are joking about eating, so I can only smile and say that I will definitely come, and turn around to let the little green cow eat more.
After eating and drinking enough, riding a green ox under the old man's instructions to pay attention to safety when traveling at night, I asked the official for directions based on the map, and headed for the inn under the moonlight.
