The ancient farming life of liberal arts scum

Mr. Xun, the head of Guanshi Xun, is said to be a high-ranking official from the capital, but the villagers rarely see this lord, and Shen Rong only met him in a daze before he fell into a coma.

Mentioning this, Shen Hongfa was a little excited, "Isn't it Mr. Xun!"

That day, Shen Ge's cough got worse, and somehow he was able to hold his breath. It happened that Shen Hongfa came to look for him on something. Seeing his nephew's face was pale and his body was cold, he checked his nose again, only to find that he had lost any breath.

Shen Hongfa immediately asked someone to come over to look at it, and several people said that his nephew had gone.

The young scholar in the village passed away. Although everyone was sad, there was nothing they could do. The village called an older woman to help him change his clothes, and then put him in the hall of the ancestral hall to rest.

It was the beginning of summer at this time, the village was full of farmers, and there were a lot of things in the fields, even if Shen Ge was a scholar, he didn't have time to do it for him.What's more, his parents died a long time ago, and his grandparents were not there, only an uncle presided over his funeral, and all his money was spent in his illness, so there was nothing he could do.So the elders in the village discussed it and decided to stop the spirit for a long time and carry the coffin up the mountain for burial in the afternoon.

Guanshi Xun's master's family has been living in seclusion in Zhuangzi for a while, and there are many things in Zhuangzi. Guanshi happened to come down that day to check the harvest situation of the farm households. Stick incense.

Master Xun was hunting on the mountain that day, and when he came down the mountain, he bumped into Guanshi Xun, and after hearing what happened, he followed him to have a look.

Master Xun felt something was wrong when he saw Shen Ge who was inactive. Chen Ge's breath was gone, but after so long, the body was no longer stiff, but there was still warmth in the touch.

Master Xun took a closer look, and immediately ordered Guanshi Xun to ask the doctor to make ginseng soup. He said that Chen Ge was not completely dead, but was suffering from a dead body, just holding his breath, and it should be too late for treatment now.

Man is transformed by the yin and yang of heaven and earth, yang dominates the upper surface, and yin dominates the lower surface, and the combination of yin and yang is the right way.Shen Ge's yin and yang imbalance and blockage of blood vessels led to disorder of qi channels and loss of consciousness. His appearance was like death, but he was not completely dead.

The people in Shenjia Village were very surprised after hearing Master Xun's words. Master Xun had a very high status. Although a group of peasants were a little suspicious, they did not dare to neglect and let Master Xun do what they wanted.

Master Xun saw the villagers whispering, knowing that they didn't believe them, so he didn't say much. He reached out and tapped Shen Ge's big acupuncture points a few times, and asked Guanshi Xun to pour a bowl of hot water, melted a pill that he had with him, and poured it on Shen Ge. go down.

Only halfway through the filling, Shen Ge opened his eyes slightly, and the villagers rushed to ask for a doctor in shock, and then they worked together to rescue Shen Ge.

If it wasn't for Mr. Xun, Shen Ge would be carried up the mountain and buried after he stopped his spirit. Even if he faked his death, he might become a real death. Besides, if Mr. Xun hadn't sent someone to send ginseng, Shen Ge wouldn't have recovered so quickly.

Shen Rong didn't know what the situation was like at that time, but he guessed that Shen Ge was probably really dead. After his soul from outside time and space moved into this body, this body breathed a sigh of relief again.

In any case, it was all thanks to Lord Xun, otherwise, no matter whether it was Shen Ge or him, Shen Rong, they would be buried under the loess at this moment, and there would be no possibility of them surviving.

With this thought in mind, Shen Rong expressed his gratitude beyond words.

Guanshi Xun can naturally tell whether the young man in front of him is sincere or not. His master has received the sincere thanks from the other party. Guanshi Xun is in a good mood. He said with a smile, "This is also fate. My master let Mr. Xiucai not worry about it."

Shen Rong quickly waved his hands, saluted Guanshi Xun earnestly, and said, "How can I not thank you for saving my life? Don't call me Xiucai Gong, it's too embarrassing for me, just call me by my name."

After all, Shen Rong came from the 21st century and has been exposed to countless information. Even if he has no social experience, he also knows that to a rich family, a small scholar is nothing at all. Maybe the slaves in the family are more noble than poor scholars. However, Guanshi Xun called him a scholar, and most of them did as the Romans did, but he couldn't trust him so much.

Shen Hongfa hurriedly helped, "That's right, Guanshi Xun, you are also Ge'er's benefactor, just call him by name."

Xun Guanshi laughed, "Then I won't be called Xiucai Gong. Shen Ge'er will take care of his health as soon as possible, get a Juren, and then go to the capital to take the Jinshi exam, so that we can all call you Master Shen."

"I dare not. Even if one day, you are my benefactor, just call me Shen Ge'er." Shen Rong still answered seriously, and his delicate face was very pleasing.

If it weren't for Steward Xun, Lord Xun would not have followed him that day.

Xun Guanshi said with a smile: "Then I'll wait until the day Shen Geer is admitted to Jinshi. Is Shen Geer feeling better?"

"Much better, thanks to the ginseng sent by Mr. Xun."

"My master specially asked me to bring some more. You are still young, so don't lose money by raising more." Steward Xun said as he handed over a small wooden box.

Shen Rong hurriedly stood up and bowed to Xunjia Zhuangzi, "I'm ashamed, I'm lucky to have received such great love from Mr. Xun. When I get better, I will definitely come to pay my respects."

Guanshi Xun waited for him to finish his bow and helped him to sit down, and said in a gentle voice: "My lord likes talented scholars the most, Shen Ge'er's sentence 'the most can't be kept in the world, Zhu Yan Ci Jinghua Ci Shu' my lord praised it Several times, I have said that you have roots of wisdom."

Shen Rong was taken aback when he heard this, and the expression on his face was almost unstoppable—this poem was written by Mr. Jing An in the late Qing Dynasty, how could it be said from the mouth of the original owner?

However, Shen Hongfa proudly continued from the side: "Ge'er was really smart since she was a child. Sometimes the witty words she blurted out were even praised by my husband. He wrote this poem when he was nine years old."

Shen Ge tried hard to look up the memory of the original owner, and found that this poem was really said by the original owner when he was nine years old.

Seeing that Shen Ge's face turned pale and there was no blood on his lips, Guanshi Xun thought he was not feeling well, so he hurriedly said, "Surviving a catastrophe will bring future blessings. Shen Ge'er's future blessings are still great. It's important to get well now. , I’ll come to bother you later.”

Shen Hongfa saw that Shen Ge's face was really not good-looking, and he no longer cared about greeting the guests. After seeing off Guan Xun, he helped Shen Ge into the room to sleep, and told him not to get up to blow the air again.

Shen Ge's head was in a mess, and he reluctantly responded with a smile, sent Shen Hongfa out, and then lay on the bed to sort out the memories in this body bit by bit.

I don't know if it was stimulated, but Shen Ge started to burn again at noon. Aunt Niu who came to deliver the food was shocked, and hurriedly found someone to call the doctor.

After Dr. Qian saw it, he said that it was not a problem. The illness had occurred, and it would be healed in a few days if it was taken care of.

Guanshi Xun came out of Shenjia Village and went straight to Zhuangzi on the mountain.

The Xunjiazhuang on the mountainside is huge, covering an area of ​​more than three acres. Zhuangzi is built directly against the mountain. The entire mountain is the boundary of the Xunjia. Without the permission of the Xunjia, idlers dare not even go up the mountain.

Xunjiazhuang has white walls and black tiles. Inside the deep courtyard walls, you can vaguely see pavilions and century-old trees.

Guanshi Xun came to the door, knocked lightly, and the door came quickly and opened it lightly, without saying a word, bowed and then backed away.

The owner here, Xun Feiguang, is happy and quiet, there are not many people in the whole village, except for the cook and the personal maids, all are servants.The servants in the Zhuangzi have strict rules and don't move around when they have nothing to do, so no one can be seen in the whole Zhuangzi. The whole village is full of birds and insects, and it feels like an empty mountain and a valley.

Xun Feiguang was in the quiet room. The quiet room was in the northeast corner of the entire Zhuangzi. Guanshi Xun walked along the stone path, bypassing Heqing Pond, and walked to the quiet room. He took off his shoes and entered in cloth socks.

Xun Feiguang's quiet room is different from others. Other quiet rooms have one or two more windows at most, but Xun Feiguang's quiet room has windows on three sides. Looking out of the window, there are trees nearby and mountains in the distance. Transparent, very cool and comfortable.

The quiet room was lit with incense to repel mosquitoes, and Guanshi Xun didn't dare to disturb him when he arrived. He didn't come forward until Xun Feiguang finished writing a piece of writing at hand.

"How is the little scholar?" Xun Feiguang put down his pen, stood in front of the desk to read the words, and asked him casually.

"It seems that he has recovered. He is still thin and weak, but he can barely walk around. I told him that the ginseng was given by you, and he said that he would come to the door to thank him when he recovered."

"It's a blessing to be alive, let him take good care of him. I think he has been ill for a while, and the money and food around him should have been spent. You can give some more while you wait." Xun Feiguang dried the ink, sat on the chair behind him, completely He gave an order indifferently.

Xun Feiguang had seen the scholar from Shenjia Village once or twice, and he took a look at them not far away, but only when the little scholar almost died this time.

Although the child was young, he was as lovable as the willows in early spring, and his clear eyes left a deep impression on Xun Feiguang. "The eyebrows are picturesque, and the eyes are like spots of paint" is his true portrayal.It is a pity that such a young man died at such a young age.

"Master is kind."

"It's all about his character and talent." Xun Feiguang shook his head, stopped talking about this topic, and looked up at Guanshi Xun, "Is there any latest news from the capital?"

"Not yet. It's been raining a lot these days, so I'm afraid it will be delayed for a while. Can the master send another copy urgently?"

"Forget it, this is God's will, and it's not easy to disobey. Besides, I've retired, so it's not easy to intervene. Let the people in the second room go." Xun Feiguang's eyebrows were light, as if he really didn't care.

Xun Feiguang stood up, walked to the window and looked out the window.Guanshi Xun was also considered tall, but he was half a head taller than Guanshi Xun. He was wearing white clothes at the moment, and it was obvious that he could see the strong muscles under the clothes, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Former Prime Minister Xun Feiguang, a well-known Confucian scholar all over the world, the number one scholar in both civil and military subjects, no one would have thought that he would be in this unknown little place when he was sick and hidden.

Shen Ge is just a young scholar from the countryside, so naturally he doesn't know Xun Feiguang's identity.The disease on his body needs to be taken care of to get rid of the roots. After eating the ginseng, Guanshi Xun came again and gave him 20 taels of silver and a ginseng as thick as a pinky finger.

Today, a catty of pork costs twenty Wen, and one tael of silver is enough for a rural family of three to save for a year.Shen Ge is a granary student. He has half taels of granary silver and six buckets of granary rice every month. The granary rice he can receive is about [-] catties. Calculated at eight cents per catty of rice, he only has about one or two taels a month. Even without eating or drinking, it would take nearly two years to pay off the money, not counting the precious ginseng.

Shen Rong was very grateful in his heart, he had no relationship with the Xun family, and it was because of the kindness of the Xun family that they could send the money, but he couldn't just take it away, not to mention that his illness was much better.

Regarding Shen Rong's refusal, Xun Guanshi persuaded this stubborn young man with a few words: "As the saying goes, if you are healthy and skinny, you are the only one in your family. How can you be worthy of your parents? If you don't want to take money from my family for nothing, you should owe it first and pay it back later."

Guanshi Xun's words touched the bottom of Shen Rong's heart. He could not care, but he couldn't make decisions for this body at will. He had to live well until the matter was clarified.

Shen Rong finally accepted Shenhe's money, and made a deep bow to Guanshi Xun, "Thank you Lord Xun and Guanshi Xun, you have the cheek to accept it, and you will definitely pay it back in the future."

Guanshi Xun helped him up, and said with a smile, "We are all neighbors, so why talk too much?"

The author has something to say: We used to have the habit of picking up golden bones. It was probably that people died and buried them in coffins for several years (some even put up a shed and put them on the mountain in the open air), then dug them out, picked out the bones and put them in a jar to recreate them. bury.My father said that when he used to pick up gold bones, he could sometimes see the head of the skeleton in the abdomen, which meant that the person was carried up the mountain and buried before he was completely dead.After being buried, this person woke up, sat up and knocked on the coffin to get out, but no one let him out, so he usually died sitting, and after the rot, the head fell off, just hitting the abdomen or a little below, and the family came You can only find it when you pick up the golden bone, but it's too late.

I don't know if this kind of thing is true or not, but it is said that one of the purposes of stopping the spirit is to prevent such things from happening.