The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Yun Yan and Zheng Ling came back not long after they left, and Zheng Xun didn't even have time to worry, so he was naturally a little surprised when he saw them.

Zheng Ling felt a little elated, took out the cloth bag from his arms, and unfolded it for Zheng Xun to see.

Zheng Xun recognized the hairpin and heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't expect them to get the hairpin back in such a short time.

"It's really... I'm sorry." After talking with the yamen servants just now, Zheng Xun already knew the twists and turns, and raised his hand to salute Yunyan.

Yun Yan turned around, avoided the ceremony, and said flatly, "Don't dare."

When he went to get the hairpin, he accepted Zheng Ling's affection, so naturally he didn't need Zheng Xun to thank him.

Zheng Xun was a little embarrassed, and got up embarrassingly.

"Since it's over here, I'm going to continue working. Ladies and gentlemen, stay with me." Yun Yan greeted her back and left in a hurry.

Zheng Xun and his son took the hairpin back intact, which naturally caused another change in the empress. First she praised them with joy, then she scolded them for insulting others before, but now she asks for help. The child did his best, etc. Press the button do not mention.

Yunyan went back to work with others for a long time, then handed over the shift and went back.

Zheng Ping is busy at home, and the other two children are not at home.She put a bamboo sieve on the balcony to let the spring harvested today not grow old.Seeing Yunyan coming back, he raised his hand to greet him.

Yun Yan took two steps back, climbed up, and helped Zheng Ping to sunbathe together.

People in Bianliang call it Chunbulao, and in some places they call it Xuecai and Xuelihong, which can be seen as well as eaten.

"Mother, let's stir fry a dish tonight so that spring will not grow old." Yun Yan replied.

"Yeah." Zheng Ping looked at Yunyan back, and said seriously, "Brother Yan, are you unhappy today?"

Yun Yan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously denied, "No..."

He wondered how Zheng Ping knew, he probably didn't have such a picture.Even if I feel a little upset because of the Zheng family today, it's unlikely to be so obvious.

Zheng Ping: "Today is the Buddha Bathing Festival. Whenever there is a festival, someone will invite you out to play. You have entered the management office, and most of them will be invited. If you don't go, there are two situations: something at home, or something on your heart."

Yunyan blushed, he really didn't expect Zheng Ping to observe so carefully, and when he thought about it, it really was like this.Although he managed his expressions well, his behavior showed his flaws.

Yun Yanhui didn't want to tell Zheng Ping about this matter, unlike Zheng Ling's existence, if he said that he was treated like that by Zheng's family, it would only make Zheng Ping unhappy for nothing.

So, Yun Yan lied back, "It's nothing, but today there are hooligans making trouble again, arguing with them, I'm a little tired."

Zheng Ping touched his head, "Brother Yan, don't be too tired."

"I know, so I'm back to rest." Yun Yan smiled back, seeing that Zheng Ping had no doubts, she was relieved.

Yun Yan originally planned to rest at home for half a day to adjust his mood, but who knows, if he doesn't look for trouble, he has to find it, so Hui Chong came in the afternoon.

The door was closed, and Hui Chong stood on the balcony and looked out the window, but unexpectedly a pair of claws hugged his ankles, which made him scream in fright, if he had hair, it must have stood on end.

Looking back, it turned out to be Yun Beibei's claw.

This guy has grown up now, although he still can't climb up the balcony, but he can hold a part of the balcony by standing up straight and crawling twice.

Yun Beibei was so heavy that Hui Chong had to sit down, "Oh, let me go!"

Beibei twisted a few times.

Hui Chong had no choice but to take out a piece of dried meat from his bosom, handed it to Beibei's mouth, and whispered, "This is what I plan to eat secretly..."

Beibei grabbed the jerky in her mouth, let go of Hui Chong, sat down on the ground, and gnawed on the jerky.

"It's really a gangster..." Hui Chong read a sentence, and when he turned his head, he saw the window opened at some point, Brother Yan was lying on the window sill watching him, he was startled and nearly rolled down.

"Brother Yan, why are you silent!"

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Yun Yan turned out from the window and asked him while sitting on the balcony.

"Brother Yan, we have been copied." Hui Chong said, "There are Luqi people playing wild in the east corner building. They are monks from Yunshui who don't know where. According to our book, there are still people. They are monks in our monastery, and I only know when they come to ask me."

The so-called Yunshui monks are monks who travel and study the Dharma, which shows that those monks are from other places.

As for Luqiren and junglers, they mean the same thing.At this time, the more capable performers performed in the Goulan of Washe, while the second-class ones performed at random forks or wide places. There was no stage, and they belonged to street stalls. drive away.They are called Luqi people, and Luqi is the reverse of the word "Qilu", referring to a fork in the road.

And this kind of behavior is called "playing wild", just like the later generations of Beijing called "putting on the ground". At that time, there were many performing arts on Tianqiao.

Yun Yanhui felt a little surprised, "There should be only monks in our monastery who are 'professionals' these days. These people are both monks and come from other places. Either they are playing wild for the first time, or they cannot understand the rules..."

All entertainers know that you can "borrow" some of other people's scripts and modify them for your own use. In this era, there is no such thing as copyright, and it all depends on everyone's conscience.And copying this kind of behavior in its entirety is despised by everyone.

And there is another possibility...

"Or, they are deliberately misleading people, making people think that they are monks from Daxiangguo Temple in order to gather popularity."

"I think so too!" Hui Chong looked very unhappy, "Now the brothers and sisters are very dissatisfied and want to go to them, but I stopped me and wanted to ask you first."

Hui Chong said that when the other senior brothers went to those people, they definitely didn't just look for them, they were probably looking for trouble.

Yun Yan thought for a while, "Go, don't bother, you and I, call two senior brothers, let's salute first and then fight, and ask what's going on before we talk about it."

Hui Chong nodded, and said, "I'll bring the Zen stick!"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Since he inspired everyone that the Zen stick can be used as a weapon when disassembled, these one or two seem to be using themselves as monks. Why don’t they carry the Zen stick when they go out for self-defense?

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Yun Yan stopped Hui Chong, who was filled with righteous indignation, from taking his Zen staff, called two senior brothers, and went to the east corner building.

Dongjiaolou is an abbreviation for the southeast corner of the imperial city. The streets and alleys here sell rare treasures such as jewelry and silk, as well as food. Those Luqi people are playing wild in the "food street".

To the left, far away, you can see a circle of people around there, Hui Chong pointed, "That's right there."

Performing on the street, this is what Yun Yanhui remembered from the past. Unlike now, it is the mainstream in the cottage, and the technology is better.This is probably because a few years later, because of the government's forcible dismantling, the artists in the washhouse also wandered to the streets, and the two were mixed together.

Yun Yan squeezed back in, and sure enough, there were two monks preaching scriptures, they were not very old, they looked about twenty years old, wearing half-worn monk clothes, with some stubble on their heads, they were both thin and tall Look, looks a bit down and out.There was also a younger monk sitting on the side, about eighteen or nineteen years old, sitting on the luggage and not participating in the performance.

Listening to what they said again, it was a complete copy of the performance of the secular monks of Daxiangguo Temple!

This complete copying is really copying everything from every word to tone of voice, except for the difference in voice, it's almost like the layman himself is speaking.Directly copied a mature performance, no wonder so many people gathered, and they were mistaken for monks from Daxiangguo Temple.

These two monks really possess unique skills!

Behind him, Hui Chong also squeezed into the crowd, possessed himself and asked Yun Yan back: "Let's make a fuss now..."

Yun Yan shook her head back, "Listen first."

Hui Chong listened carefully to what the two said, and after listening to a paragraph, his face changed a little. It happened that after they finished speaking, they changed a story, and their tone and composition changed again.

"...my mother." Hui Chong fully confirmed that this was imitating the pairs of lay monks in their temple!

Moreover, each pair is generally the same, lifelike!

At this moment, the two Luqi people glanced at Hui Chong, were attracted by his monk's clothes, and then looked at his face. They looked at each other, and they speeded up the rhythm tacitly, and ended the conversation. After a while, I started to collect money and stopped talking.

Since they stopped talking, the crowd gradually dispersed, and soon, only they and Yun Yanhui were left on the spot.

Since their memory is superb, it is not surprising that they recognize Hui Chong when they see his face. Maybe they will imitate Hui Chong.

Yun Yan looked back at the two men who came forward, saluted with palms together, and sang back the salute, "Brothers, do you dare to ask the Dharma name? I don't know where you came from?"

One person said in shame: "Little monk Zhihe, this is Zhili, and Zhisheng. The three of us, brothers and sisters, traveled around the world, and did not hang in any monastery. I copied the script of your monastery. I am ashamed, ashamed."

He actually took the initiative to raise the question of his plagiarism, with a very sincere expression.

Although this is the rule of the rivers and lakes, there have always been many scoundrels who do not abide by the rules and pretend to be stupid.

Even Hui Chong, who was furious, couldn't help but relax a little after seeing it, and asked: "Seeing that you are also a sensible person, since you know you are ashamed, why do you still do it?"

Zhihe sighed: "To tell you the truth, my brother Zhisheng fell into a serious illness when he first arrived in Bianliang, but we have no money, are unfamiliar with the place, and have nowhere to ask for help. We have no choice but to come up with this bad plan." , so you can buy medicine to cure your illness.”

The people from the Daxiangguo Temple took a closer look, and the young man named Zhisheng really had a sallow complexion, and the posture of sitting on the luggage was strangely weak.

Zhili also said condescendingly: "I wanted to say that it will take two days to cure his illness, but who knows that after two days of eating, he will not be cured. In order to save money, we have been sleeping on the street these days, borrowing someone's place. Make medicine."

"Maybe his illness just needs to be recuperated, and he sleeps on the street and performs all day, how can he take care of it well!" Hui Chong heard that they were so pitiful, and they only wanted to take care of his junior, which showed their deep affection, so his sympathy gradually arose.

Yun Yan turned back to watch, but gradually realized that something was wrong, but said calmly: "In this case, let's find a shelter from the wind and talk slowly, and be considerate of that Zhisheng brother. There is a family over there." Panlou Hotel, what do you think?"

Of course Hui Chong said loudly: "Junior brother, let's go!"

Zhihe also clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is better to obey orders than to respect."

A few monks helped them support Zhisheng, then picked up their bags, followed Yunyan back, and entered the hotel with gardenia lamps.