Song Jixin took his maid Zhigui to the foot of the old locust tree and found that the shade was overcrowded. Nearly half a hundred people were sitting on the benches and chairs brought from his home. One after another, children were dragging their elders over to join in the fun. .
Song Jixin stood side by side with her on the edge of the tree shade. He saw an old man standing under the tree, holding a big white bowl in one hand and holding the other behind his back. He looked excited and said loudly: "I just said roughly The direction of the dragon's veins, let me talk about this real dragon again, tsk tsk, this is really amazing. About three thousand years ago, an incredible immortal figure appeared in the world. He first practiced with great concentration in a certain cave heaven and blessed land, and realized the great path. So he traveled around the world alone with his sword, with three feet of strength in his hand, showing off his sharp edge. For some reason, this man just couldn't deal with the dragon. For three hundred springs and autumns, he killed the dragon wherever there was one, until there was no real dragon in the world, and then he gave up. In the end, he disappeared. Some people said that he went to the very high place where Taoism was spread, and sat down with the Taoist ancestors to discuss the Tao. Others said that he went to the far western Pure Land Buddhist country to debate scriptures with the Buddha. Some even said that he personally sat in Fengdu Hell. The gate to prevent evil spirits from causing harm to the world..."
The old man spat out his words, and all the people in the town below were indifferent, and everyone looked at a loss.
The maid asked curiously in a low voice: "What is the three-foot spirit?"
Song Jixin smiled and said: "It is a sword."
The maid was not angry. Said: "Master, this old man really likes to show off his knowledge, and he doesn't speak well."
Song Jixin glanced at the old man and gloated: "There are not many literate people in our town. , this storyteller is looking at the blind man."
The maid asked again: "What is the Paradise of Cave? Is there anyone in the world who can live for three hundred years? And the Fengdu Underworld? Is it a place where only dead people can go?"
Song Jixin was stunned by the question, but he didn't want to show his timidity, so he said casually: "It's all nonsense. I guess I have read a few unpopular unofficial histories of officials, so I brought it here. "To fool the villagers."
At this moment, Song Jixin keenly noticed that the old man glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although it was just a fleeting glance, Song Jixin passed by quickly. He still captured it carefully, but the young man didn't pay attention to it and just regarded it as a coincidence.
The maid looked up at the old locust tree. Fragments of light fell through the gaps in the leaves. She subconsciously squinted her eyes.
Song Jixin turned around and looked around, suddenly stunned.
Now this maid has a side face that has just begun to lose its baby fat. She seems to be very different from the skinny, shriveled little maid in her memory.
According to the custom of the small town, when a woman gets married, she will hire a lucky person whose parents and children are still alive, and ask her to remove the velvet on the bride's face and cut her forehead and temples neatly. It's called opening the face, or raising the eyebrows.
Song Jixin also heard from books about a custom that did not exist in a small town, so when Zhigui was twelve years old, he bought the best newly brewed wine in the town and moved out of the small town. Hidden porcelain vase, glaze colorIt is extremely beautiful, just like a green plum. After pouring wine into it, it is carefully sealed with mud and finally buried in the ground.
Song Jixin suddenly said: "Zhigui
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Although the guy named Chen, according to us scholars, The ancestor's saying is that 'rotten wood cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be built', but no matter what, he has finally done something meaningful in his life."
The maid did not answer. The eyebrows are lowered, and the eyelashes can be seen trembling slightly.
Song Jixin thought to himself and said: "Chen Ping'an is not a bad person, but he is too rigid and only accepts death in everything he does. So becoming a potter means that no matter how hard he practices, he will It is destined not to make anything good and spiritual, so Liu Xianyang's master, Old Man Yao, has his own unique vision of Chen Pingan's life and death. As for the wall of rotten wood, it cannot be carved. Well, the general meaning is that a poor guy like Chen Ping'an, even if you put a dragon robe on him, he will still be a rustic mud-legged guy..."
Song Jixin said this. When speaking, she laughed at herself: "I'm actually worse off than Chen Pingan."
She didn't know how to comfort her son.
Song Jixin and his maidservant have always been an important source of conversation for the wealthy people on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane in this small town. This is thanks to Song Jixin’s "Cheap daddy", Mr. Song.
There are no big names in the town, and there is no disturbance. Therefore, the kiln supervisor who was sent here by the imperial court is undoubtedly the kind of Qingtian Grand Master in the play. There are dozens of supervisors in history. Among the officials, Lord Song, who was appointed as the superintendent, was the most popular among the people. Unlike the previous superior officials, Lord Song not only did not hide in the official office to cultivate his moral integrity, nor did he close the door to thank guests, but concentrated on studying in his study. It is about the firing of official kiln porcelain, and he has to do everything personally. He is more like a country man than a craftsman and a kiln worker. For more than ten years, the originally bookish Mr. Song's skin has been tanned and shiny. On weekdays, His attire is no different from that of a peasant, and he treats others without any airs. Unfortunately, the royal porcelain produced in the dragon kiln in the small town is always unsatisfactory in terms of glaze color and appearance, as well as the shape of large and small pieces. To be precise, , compared to the previous level, even slightly inferior, leaving the old kilns puzzled.
In the end, the imperial court probably felt that Mr. Song, who was conscientious and conscientious, had no merit but hard work, so he was transferred back to the capital and received a good evaluation in the official document. Before Mr. Song returned to Beijing, he spent all his money to build a covered bridge. Later, when it was discovered that Mr. Song left the convoy without a child, several prominent families in the town suddenly realized. It can be said that Master Song has accumulated a good relationship with the town, and with the careful care of the current superintendent, the young Song Jixin has lived a life in the town over the years, with no worries about food and clothing, and a happy life. There are different opinions about the origin of the maid who is now named Zhigui. The locals who live in Mubo Alley say she is a giant goose-feather girl.In the snowy winter, a girl from out of town begged along the road and died in a coma at the gate of Song Jixin's house. If someone hadn't discovered her early, she would have been reincarnated by the Lord of Hell. The old man doing chores at the government office had another theory. He swore that he was an orphan that Master Song had bought from somewhere else in his early years, in order to find a considerate person for his illegitimate son Song Jixin to make up for his father and son.< /p>
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Obligations that cannot be acknowledged.
In any case, after the maid was named Zhigui by the boy, the father-son relationship between the two was completely confirmed, because all the wealthy gentry in the town knew that Master Song loved one inkstone the most, so there was an inkstone engraved on it. The word "Zhigui".
Song Jixin came back to his senses and smiled brightly, "I don't know why, but I remembered that shameless four-legged snake. Think about it, Zhigui, I even threw it into Chen Ping'an's yard. It still wants to go to our house. Do you think Chen Pingan’s kennel must be so unwelcome that it would be so shabby that even a little snake would not want to enter it?”
Have you thought about it seriously? Thinking about it, he replied: "Some things are also about fate, right?"
Song Jixin stretched out his thumb and said cheerfully: "That's exactly the truth! Chen Ping'an is a person with shallow fate and poor fortune. People, just be content if you can live."
She did not speak.
Song Jixin said to himself: "After we leave the town, the things in the house will be taken care of by Chen Ping'an. Will this guy guard and steal?"
Handmaid He said softly: "Young master, it's not serious, is it?"
Song Jixin smiled and said: "Hey, Zhigui, do you understand the meaning of guarding and stealing?"
The maid blinked the pair of Qiu Shui's long eyes asked, "Isn't that the literal meaning?"
Song Jixin smiled and looked to the south, showing a hint of yearning, "I heard that the collection of books in the capital is better than the flowers, plants and trees in our town. There are more!"
At this moment, the storyteller was saying: "Although there are no real dragons in the world, the dragon's subordinates, such as Jiao, Qiu, Chi, etc., are still real and authentic. If you are really living in this world, maybe..."
The old man deliberately gave it a try. Seeing that the audience was indifferent and didn't know how to support him at all, he could only continue: "Maybe he is hiding among us. Taoist gods call it the hidden dragon in the abyss!"
Song Jixin yawned.
A locust leaf suddenly fell from the top of the head. It was so green that it just fell on the young man's forehead.
Song Jixin stretched out his hand to grab the leaf and twisted the petiole with his fingers.
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The young man who thought it was better to go to the east gate of the city to collect debt once, when he was approaching the old locust tree, he also saw locust leaves falling in front of him, but he sped up. Step by step, I want to reach out and catch it.
Just a breeze blew by, and the leaves slipped from his hand.
The boy in straw sandals has a strong body and quickly moves sideways to intercept the leaf.
But the leaves swirled in the air again.
The young man did not believe in evil and was beaten several timesI moved around, but in the end I still couldn't catch the locust leaf.
The young man Chen Pingan was helpless.
A young man in green shirt who played truant from a rural school passed Chen Pingan.
The young man in green shirt didn't even know when a locust leaf rested on his shoulder.
Chen Ping'an continued to the east gate of the city. Even if he couldn't get the money, it would be good to urge him.
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At the fortune-telling stall in the distance, the young Taoist closed his eyes and meditated, and said to himself: "Who said that the cycle of destiny is not thick or thin?"
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