Song Mingyue

Chapter 34 The Storytelling Cook
As the weather gradually cleared up, Zhao Hao's visits to Tianxi Temple became less frequent.

There are three reasons. First, the old monk's chess skills are really bad. He lost ten games in ten games, and he still repented if he lost. , and most importantly, every time the old monk saw him go, he would exploit him and eat his tofu—forcing him to make Gongzi tofu (vegetarian version of mapo tofu), homemade tofu, and white jade tofu (Japanese tofu), for a A bowl of tofu flower is not worth it to make a table of tofu.

Seeing the road dry out, Zhao Hao suddenly thought of the ten miles of peach blossoms, the sound of reading books all over the room, the sound of the zither, and the pure smiling faces, and suddenly felt warm in his heart. , there is an urgent desire in my heart, I really want to see that woman with a beautiful heart like jade, I want to see that group of pure and flawless angels.

Zhao Hao also inquired about the origin and story of Meilin Layman Yang Fang in private.

Yang Fang was born in the family of a wealthy gentry in Jiangning. The family was engaged in the medicinal material business and was quite famous in Jiangning.Yang Fang has been fond of playing the piano since she was a child. Her father doted on her daughter and spared no expense to hire famous teachers to teach her. Coupled with her innate talent, her piano skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Unexpectedly, my father's medicine boat was overturned and drowned in a sudden storm in Taihu Lake. My father and the crew were all buried at the bottom of the lake, and no one survived.

At this point, the family was in decline, and the loss of the large ship of medicinal materials went to most of the Yang family's property, plus compensation for human life, another half went, and then the orphans and widows were squeezed out again, and the mother died of depression within a year. The siblings were left alone.

That year, Yang Fang was 13 years old, her family was poor, and she was struggling. She had to carry her piano to the largest restaurant in Jiangning City, Taibailou of the Wang family, playing music and performing arts, but happened to meet Zhou Bangyan, a famous Confucian in the Song Dynasty.

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world."

This sentence was originally given to Hua Qing by Du Fu, the poet sage, but was borrowed by the great Confucian Zhou Bangyan to praise a 13-year-old girl, which changed the fate of the little girl.

This is an inspirational story, no less than the inspirational chicken soup for later generations.

……

The body recovered to a health value of 65, and the slight bumps of the carriage and horses were not very uncomfortable for Zhao Hao, so he abandoned the warm sedan chair. go.

The Xiangche BMW looking for beauty was originally a standard configuration.

Mr. Zhao's carriage is of course richly decorated and magnificent, the body alone is worth two hundred guan, and the most important thing is that the two horses in front are both more than seven feet tall, and they are all white without a single hair , in the south of the Yangtze River where there are few horses, two horses are worth thousands.

The actual value of this gorgeous carriage was almost equal to a BMW 7 Series at that time.

Zhao Dian and the other dozens of house slaves were all horses. Zhao Dian led four people to open the way in front, Zhao Hao's carriage was in the middle, and the rest of the people guarded behind. The group headed for the north of the city in a mighty way.

More than a month has passed, the peach blossoms have withered long ago, and the ground is still scattered and turned into mud. The flower path where the peach blossoms used to be brilliant is now just a quiet tree-lined path, leading directly to the firewood gates and houses in the distance.

Everyone still stopped their horseshoes at the intersection of the tree-lined path, Zhao Hao also got out of the carriage, and accompanied by Zhao Dian, Liang Lie and Li Hong, walked slowly along the tree-lined path towards Chai Fei, which was faintly visible.

The sound of Langlang's reading was already heard clearly, and Zhao Hao suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, and he quickened his pace unconsciously.

Still leaving Zhao Dian and others waiting outside Chai Fei, Zhao Hao gently pushed Chai Fei away alone, and tiptoed to the window outside the bookstore.

"The Master said: 'Only the benevolent can be good and evil.'"

"The Master said: 'If you aim at benevolence, there is no evil.'"

"The Master said: 'Richness, jade and honor are what people desire...'"

……

Led by an older boy, all the boys were reading loudly and neatly, the sound was extremely clear and crisp.

However, the podium was empty, and there were only students in the room, but no teacher.

A trace of disappointment flashed through Zhao Hao's heart unconsciously, and he also had some doubts.

"The Master said: 'I have friends who come from afar, don't you say it?'"

……

Zhao Hao was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he saw pure little faces looking at him happily with smiles on their fronts.

The boy who took the lead left his seat, walked out of the house, and saluted Zhao Hao respectfully.

"Cao Yue has seen the young master. The gentleman went out to the village for consultation. He has been there for an hour, and he is about to come back. The gentleman had an order before leaving. If the young master comes, please wait for a while..."

Let me go, Jushi Meilin is not waiting for nothing. Not only is he famous for his piano skills in the south of the Yangtze River, but he also has medical skills... It is admirable to be so versatile without a system.

Although the little guy was young, he was articulate, clear and polite, which made Zhao Hao very amused, so he couldn't help but patted his head and smiled slightly: "Since Mr. is not here, why don't you wait?" After reading all morning, it must be boring, how about I tell you a passage?"

Xiao Caoyue couldn't help being overjoyed: "Mr. said that you are very talented, good at Ci, and good at cooking. I must be very good at writing."

Zhao Hao laughed, and followed Cao Yue into the bookstore.

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A group of four people, three young women, plus one and a half children, appeared at the end of the road.

The woman in the middle was wearing a veil. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, her hair was like clouds, her figure was slim, her neck was as fair as jade, and she was wearing a white dress, which was as plain as snow.

The two women on the side were dressed as maidservants. The half-sized man was tall and strong, like half a black tower, carrying a big medicine box and walking in front of everyone.

It was Meilin Layman Yang Fang, two maidservants and his younger brother Yang Jun who came.

Although she lives in seclusion in the peach forest, everyone in the village with a radius of tens of miles knows this lady.Not only is he good at playing the piano, but he is also charitable and has adopted a group of orphans. More importantly, he is also proficient in medical skills.

In this day and age, headaches, colds and fevers are all serious illnesses, if not treated in time, the condition will worsen and then die.The female husband has good medical skills, understands pharmacology, and is especially good at acupuncture and moxibustion. For general diseases, prescribe a few medicines, get a few needles, and rest for a few days. Don't be treated like a female Bodhisattva by the surrounding villagers.

From a distance, he could see the slaves of the Zhao family at the intersection of the tree-lined path, more than ten horses, and that gorgeous double carriage.

"Whoever comes here to fight, I'll beat you up." Seeing that there were outsiders coming, and the team was huge, Yang Jun couldn't help showing anger on his face.

"I'm afraid Mr. Zhao is here. The servants recognize how many of the people in the front are from the Zhao family." A maidservant next to him said.

Is he finally here...

Even though there was a bit of surprise, a bit of panic, and a bit of anticipation in his heart, his voice was still as calm as water: "Your brother must not be reckless, Mr. Zhao is my sister's friend."

Although Yang Jun was not convinced, he had no choice but to hang his head down like a rooster who had been defeated, and when he passed the tree-lined intersection, he gave all the servants of the Zhao family a fierce look, and then glanced at them in disgust. That gorgeous carriage.

As the patron saint of his sister, he is born to maintain deep vigilance and rejection of unknown people and things from outside.

Yang Fang smiled and greeted all the slaves, but without asking any further questions, she led the three of them back to the Washe deep in the peach forest.

Hearing that there was no sound of reading in front of her, Yang Fang frowned slightly.

Yang Jun didn't have a good impression of Zhao Hao, so he immediately said in a low voice: "I heard that Zhao is the number one dude in Jiangning, and his conduct is bad. I'm afraid he deliberately disturbed his younger brothers' studies and led him astray."

Yang Fang shook her head and said with a smile: "Young Master Zhao has changed his past. Now he helps the victims and does good deeds every day. He is no longer the old dude. My brother must not mistake his reputation."

While talking, he nodded to Zhao Dian and others at the gate of Chaifei, and then he walked quickly to the window of the bookstore.

"The one who came out of the yellow gourd was Sanwa, who was born with a copper head and iron arms, invulnerable to swords and guns... smashed the flying stones with one punch... the little demon's copper fork pierced his body, and it turned into an arc with a bang ...The scorpion spirit's sword was split in two by Sanwa's punch...the cave door was smashed by Sanwa's punch..."

"... Siwa breathed out the real fire of samadhi, and burned the goblin's big ax into a red axe... Wuwa spit out a wave of water, and the red-hot iron ax was washed by cold water, and it turned into a red axe." A piece of scrap iron..."

"Liuwa knows invisibility, once invisible, all the goblins will turn a blind eye..."

"Seven babies..."

As Zhao Hao's magnetic voice narrated, the room was surprisingly silent, and those well-behaved boys seemed to be possessed by a demon at this moment.

All of them raised their small faces and were looking at Zhao Hao attentively. For fear of missing a detail, they didn't dare to take a breath. Except for the sounds of regret, resentment, and worry when the conflict reached its climax, all the boys were completely speechless. Substituting the plot of the story, the facial expressions are sometimes excited, sometimes angry, sometimes exclaiming as the story progresses...fascinated.

It's not just those inside that are engrossed in the great story, but those outside as well.

Yang Fang quietly looked at the handsome young man who was telling the story with a magnetic, ups and downs voice on the stage, his eyes were full of warmth, with some approval and affection.

"This time I seem to look much better than last time. It seems that my bones are recovering very well. The book is also very good. I have read a lot of books, but I have never heard of this story. It is probably made up by this guy..."

The story was coming to an end, and she didn't continue to listen to it. It was almost noon, and it was time to cook.

Looking back, he found that Yang Jun, who was extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Hao at first, was like a boy in the house. He was stunned by the story, standing straight outside the window, listening intently with his ears pricked up.

However, at the age of twelve or thirteen, after all, he is a child at heart. The stories in the house also have an unparalleled temptation for him, especially in this age that is extremely lacking in entertainment and stories.

Yang Fang shook her head, and walked to the kitchen with two maidservants.

ho ho ho ~
There was a loud cheer behind him.

The story is almost over.

"The evil scorpion spirit and snake spirit must have been defeated..."

She suddenly felt that she was also possessed by a demon, and she listened to half of the book without seeing the beginning and the end, but she was also concerned about the plot of the story in her heart.

A cook who can't tell a book is not a good poet?

(End of this chapter)