Cangzhou monster story

"I don't know how to inscribe." Boss Meng leaned on the counter without even looking at the ink.

"You're lying!" A Ling said angrily, "You're the one who inscribed the plaque in the Floating Dream Tavern!"

Boss Meng finally raised his eyelids and gave her a serious look, as if recalling it carefully, and then said: "It's really not my question."

"Who is that?" A Ling asked strangely.

Unexpectedly, Boss Meng, who denied it just now, suddenly said again: "The word tavern was indeed mentioned by me."

With an expression I knew, A Ling spread out the red paper on the wine table and said, "Hurry up and write something auspicious."

Boss Meng had no choice but to take the pen, and stood in front of the table resignedly. The brush was soaked in ink, and he pressed it directly on the red paper without even pausing.

The handwriting is free and easy, just like the shape of the person who wrote the pen, carelessly but with a strong backbone.A Ling praised, and patted her boss on the shoulder in satisfaction, "Good words, good words."

As he spoke, he took out the already written couplets, and put a brand new pair in front of Boss Meng. Boss Meng was very dissatisfied, and threw the pen on the table indiscriminately, saying: "It's enough to write one, why continue to write? "

A Ling frowned and said: "Master Zhang and Xiao Jing have been busy in the clinic for a whole day today, so they definitely don't have time to buy these things, so I have to write a copy for the clinic." The words were full of righteousness, which made Boss Meng feel uncomfortable I feel sorry for my conscience even if I write, so I have to pick up the pen I just threw away.

After concentrating on thinking for a while, he mentioned a pair of words, the right way is: Angelica lives alone in the world.

A Ling read it along, carefully dried the ink, and happily carried it to the medical clinic next door.

At dusk, the number of people in the clinic gradually decreased. A Ling spread the couplets on the medicine table, and said to Dr. Zhang as if offering a treasure: "Come and take a look, my boss specially made couplets for the clinic."

After hearing this, Xiaojing came to read it curiously, and praised: "That's right, Angelica and Lovage are both names of medicines."

A Ling was complacent, but a voice of denial came from behind, "Speak up, you forced me."

Boss Meng stepped into the clinic with a jug of wine, "Go and lock the door, come over for dinner." It was a matter of course.

A Ling naturally followed the good advice, and ran out of the hospital to lock the door.

Dr. Zhang sent away the last guest before he had time to take a look in front of the couplet. The words seemed loose, but there was a hidden sharpness at the end of the turning point, just like the careless person in front of him. He seemed not to care about anything, but his heart was Incomparably soft and kind

.Thinking of this, his eyes drifted to that person involuntarily, but this inadvertent glance just happened to hit those peach blossom eyes. Are you fascinated by your son's talent?"

Miracle doctor Zhang was instantly embarrassed, and took back all the thoughts just now.

Several people played chess and drank that night, and A Ling couldn't get any favors from her boss, so she tried her best to win a few glasses of wine from Doctor Zhang, so as to prove her identity as the young master of the Chess Villa. The chess doctor who reads medical books is not inferior to A Ling, and the two meet each other in chess, and they are inseparable from each other.

Xiaojing looked bored, and turned to see Boss Meng smiling and said, "Listen, who is crying?"

Xiaojing listened carefully, but didn't hear any sound, and seeing Boss Meng smiling happily, he felt a chill behind his back, shrank back in fear, and said dryly: "Boss Meng... I dare not Little one, don't scare me."

Boss Meng bluffed him half-truthfully: "Why don't you go out and have a look?"

Xiao Jing shook his head like a rattle, "No, no." He yelled and said, "I'm sleepy, let's go to bed early."

The game of chess is about to be exhausted in the words, and the black pieces held by A Ling are like a broken bamboo, attacking cities and lands all the way.Zhang Miracle Doctor looked dignified, concentrating on the challenge, saw that the decline was irreversible, curled his lips in disappointment.

A Ling was ready to kill with a happy smile, but Boss Meng softened his hands and swung his wide sleeves over, sweeping away most of the chess pieces.A Ling suddenly became furious, "You! You! You!"

Boss Meng apologized again and again, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Meng slipped his hand." But there was no shame on his face.

"You did it on purpose!" A Ling obviously didn't believe it, she grabbed her boss's collar angrily.

The latter raised his eyelids, and said lightly, "You haven't deducted your wages this month, have you?" The hand on the collar was relieved immediately, and even smoothed the wrinkled fabric for him, "This is just a moment ago. Bug, I caught it for you."

"Thank you." Boss Meng cupped his hands and thanked him.

"No thanks, no thanks, the little one should." A Ling hurriedly raised her hand.

The two come and go, what a heartwarming picture of master and servant.

The corners of Xiaojing's mouth twitched, but the corners of Dr. Zhang's mouth curved.

In the early morning of the second day, Boss Meng was woken up by the bustling people in front of the door. He came out wearing a big cloak, opened the window on the second floor, and saw people crowded under the sacred tree, which was even more lively than a temple fair.

People carrying all kinds of tribute and hemp money squeezed in front of the fence, threw strings of copper coins into it, and then respectfully offered a stick of incense, and then worshiped three times devoutly to be considered complete.

Boss Meng yawned and looked at the fun on the second floor.

It was not until the afternoon that there were fewer people, and A Ling was finally able to set up a ladder in front of the door to post couplets with peace of mind.After posting, I did not forget to place some tributes to the sacred tree.

After a busy day in the kitchen, Aunt Wang made two trays full of dumplings, all fat and white, like little ingots.

When it was dark, they were all out of the pot, rolled in boiling water, and then served steaming hot on the table.

The chopsticks are well laid out in the small scene, Boss Meng opened a jar of old wine, the aroma of the wine mixed with the aroma of dumplings, just smelling it makes people salivate.

A Ling couldn't wait to grab a dumpling, her mouth was full of scalding but she said to Aunt Wang contentedly, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

Aunt Wang smiled and told her to slow down.

Meng, who was full of dumplings, leaned on the couch and drank alone, but couldn't help but dislike him, "You are too hard, it hurts my bones."

Doctor Zhang said: "If you sleep too soft, you will easily fall ill." But he still got up and took two brand new quilts from the cabinet for Boss Meng to put under him.

Satisfied with wine and food, A Ling played chess with Dr. Zhang, the big red envelope when gambling, Xiao Jing hurriedly sat behind his son to cheer for him, Boss Meng closed his eyes as if he didn't care, but every time A Ling was about to make a wrong move When she was playing, she inadvertently raised her eyes and glanced at it, and A Ling trembled her hand holding the chess three times in fright, and then reconsidered the next move.

As a result, the two are inseparable from each other in a game of chess.

The game of chess is not over until the moon is in the middle of the sky and the gong sounds at midnight.

A Ling lost to Dr. Zhang by one son, which means that she sent half a month's salary into Dr. Zhang's pocket. A Ling looked at her boss with a bitter face, and almost begged. But he said empathetically: "No need, just treat it as my annual money for you."

As he spoke, he gave Xiaojing and Aunt Wang a red envelope each.