lazy cat hits cute

It was dusk when the old scholar first arrived at Xiaokanzhuang.Most of the sun has sunk, half of the sky is dark, half of the sky is like a crushed salted duck egg yolk, and the sky is smudged with layers of fat red oil.He sat on the creaking donkey cart, staring at the burning sky, feeling a little disappointed.

I have long heard that the scenery of Donghuang Dao at dusk is amazing and magnificent, and it is known as the best in the world. When I saw it today, it is no different from other places. It is not worthy of the name.

The donkey cart stopped, and the owner jumped out of the cart, led the donkey to the gate and tied it under the locust tree, turned around and picked up the old scholar's suitcase, and said humbly, "Mr. Da, we're here."

The old scholar slipped out of the car, straightened his long gown, tightened his collar, patted off the miscellaneous straw, felt that his appearance was neat and dignified, and strode into Chaimen with his boss.

The three houses surrounded a courtyard, and the environment was dark and cramped.

"Mr. Da will live in the east room from now on, and the west room is where the baby lives and where he studies. The place has been tidied up, so don't dislike it."

The owner carried the suitcase into the east room to put it down, and the old scholar followed him into the room, looked around, and nodded reservedly: "It can protect you from the wind and rain, that's enough."

The owner clapped his hands and yelled at Westinghouse: "Mianba, Mr. is here! Come out!"

A black head protruded from the open door of the Westinghouse, staring straight at the old scholar, and the owner scolded: "What are you looking at, come here, and say hello to sir!"

Mianwa came over slowly, twisted the hem of the clothes tightly with her hands, and called softly, "Hello, sir."

The little girl had a happy face, and the old scholar squatted down with a pleasant expression: "I will be your wife from now on. What's your name and how old are you?"

Mianwa blinked and said timidly, "Liu Mianmian, six years old this year."

"What is cotton?"

"Cotton's cotton."

The old scholar regretted: "I thought it was Mianmian who was thinking of a long way." He took her little hand, and wrote "Mianmian" in her palm stroke by stroke, "This Mianmian, how is it?"

The little girl didn't understand the difference between Mianmian and Mianmian, so she nodded blankly.

The old scholar rubbed her head affectionately, straightened up with some difficulty, and saw a figure standing in the window of the west room, presumably it was the nephew that the host was talking about, and said, "Why hasn't he come over yet?"

The host said in a low voice: "My nephew is very slow-tempered. He will come over right away when he hears it. Mr. Da, don't worry."

The old scholar nodded, feeling slightly displeased.

After a while, that person appeared at the door, stepped over the threshold slowly, and walked over slowly, moving very slowly.The old scholar held his breath and counted silently in his heart. When he counted to 37, he finally walked in front of the old scholar and said three words jerky: "Hello, sir."

The old scholar's heart was half cold: this person must be a fool, right?

Seeing that the old scholar looked unhappy, Liu Dong's family hurriedly said: "Mr. Da, he is just slow-tempered, stupid in mouth, not stupid in person, and smart in mind. It was he who proposed the need to read and write, otherwise I wouldn't spend money to hire him!"

A person who looks like a fool offers to read and write?Is the uncle's family really willing to spend money to hire a husband for him?He felt that something was wrong, but the question flashed past and was quickly thrown aside.He looked at the young man carefully, he was about eleven or twelve years old, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome and clear, his complexion was pale and he hadn't seen the light all year round, he didn't look like a farm boy.

What made him uncomfortable was that the young man's eyes were empty, without sadness or joy, empty and dead, like a lake that had lost its vitality, only the dry bottom of the lake was left, unable to reflect anything.

"what's your name?"

Liu Dong's family replied on his behalf: "His name is Zhang Linzi!"

The old scholar frowned: "This name is not good." Worse than Liu Mianmian.

Liu Dongjia wiped his sweat secretly: "Please give him a good name, sir."

The old scholar looked up at the sky, and there was only a small piece of the sun left on the ground. The junction between dusk and night showed an intoxicating deep blue color, like a thin piece of glass inlaid on the sky.It was early spring and the days were short.He pondered and said: "How about calling Zhang Qingyang, Qingyang is the first to answer the law, and Cangyu is in Linxuan."

Liu Dongjia said with a smile: "Mr. is educated, good at getting it, good at getting it!" He patted the young man on the shoulder: "Say thank you, Mr.!"

"Mr. Xie."

The old scholar looked at his expressionless face and sighed secretly: It would be better not to thank him.

It was getting late, Liu Dong's family warmly treated him to a sumptuous dinner, said a lot of clumsy polite words, and asked him to discipline the two children well.

The old scholar thought he heard it wrong: "Two?"

Liu Li said: "Mianmian is too young to do much work. Anyway, teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is also teaching. You can teach together. You are indispensable for money."

As long as the money is in place, the old scholar didn't take it to heart. He ate and drank until late at night. He went back to the house to tidy up his things, took out the scriptures and recited silently, and then entered midnight, took a quick wash and rested, and slept until the next day. The light is bright.

Zhang Qingyang and Mian Mian got up early, sat on the small bench and desk, all serious.

When the old scholar entered the room, he glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and there was a lot of paper, which made him even more surprised. He didn't expect that the Liu family was shabby on the surface, but there was still some family background behind it.

On the long table, he placed the patriarch's rank, a small incense burner, and a thick and long paulownia ruler, and coughed: "If you want to read the books of sages, you must first worship the sages and sages. Come here, kowtow to the patriarch, and offer incense."

Probably because I felt that there was no red envelope for kowtowing, and it was perfunctory to kowtow.But Zhang Qingyang was as slow as ever, knelt down slowly, kowtowed slowly, and offered incense slowly, which made the old scholar feel the urge to help him.

After paying homage to the patriarch, he began to give lectures. Starting from "Thousand Characters", he shook his head and babbled. In order to take care of Zhang Qingyang, the old scholar paused word by word and dragged his voice so long that he himself was moved.

Literacy, reading, writing, the days flow by.

Zhang Qingyang was still so slow, but his speech was much clearer, and the more the old scholar looked at him, the more pleasing he was: he read it slowly, and then he could slowly memorize it all, word for word.

It's just slow, not stupid at all, and quite smart. "Thousand-Character Essay" was quickly finished, and the old scholar changed to teach him "Children's Learning Qionglin", and added "Chapter Numbers" to "Law Enlightenment", "Book of Songs", "Jade Zao Collection", counting, and Zhang Qingyang learned it Faster and faster, like a thirsty cub, greedily absorbing everything.And Mianmian is still clumsily writing "Gold grows in Lishui, jade grows in Kungang".

The old scholar was really happy, but after staying in Liu's house for a long time, he observed some strange things.

There are many carpenters in Xiaokanzhuang, and the owner is one of them. There are only so many jobs, and the competition can be said to be fierce. Some carpenters get up before dawn and work around.No, my boss, wandering east and west, fishing and hunting game, not doing my job, and often coming back empty-handed, my boss's wife never blamed him.

Moreover, the owner's wife secretly made a lot of gold and silver jewelry, which is really not like an ordinary peasant family.

Every now and then, the host would find excuses to send him and Mianmian away, not knowing what to do.The next day there will always be a few more meat dishes on the table, the husband and wife are beaming, and the old scholar took advantage of the wind to enjoy the food, but the doubts in his heart can't be understood.

There are tricks.

He asked Mian Mian in a roundabout way, looked left and right, grabbed his shoulder and said softly, "Master, let me tell you, you must not tell others, or father will beat me to death."

The old scholar nodded again and again: "Definitely, definitely."

"Brother Qingyang was picked up by my father from Zhangjialing, so he is not a nephew. At first he couldn't eat, he couldn't wear clothes, and he couldn't do anything in bed. Mother and father quarreled every day, and suddenly one day, they stopped arguing. , and asked me to take good care of my brother. Master, guess why they stopped arguing?"

The old scholar looked at Mianmian, his gray beard slowly raised.

Opened her fleshy palms openly: "Candied haws."

"Five is too much, three."

"Five."

"Four, or endorsement and spanking."

Mian Mian was discouraged: "Okay, okay, just four."

The old scholar took out eight copper coins, took them happily, counted them into his pocket, and revealed the answer: "Brother Qingyang can turn into silver, a lot of silver."

Change money?

Changing money out of thin air is either a trick to bluff people, or the supernatural power of Tianhu to fetch things from thousands of miles away. Obviously, the latter is more likely to be applied to Zhang Qingyang.

The next day when he was teaching, he excused the typo and hurried outside the house to endorse. After closing the door, he asked Zhang Qingyang, "Are you Tianhu?"

Zhang Qingyang asked: "What is Tianhu?"

The old scholar had no choice but to ask another way: "Can you change money?"

Zhang Qingyang raised his hand, fingers spread wide.The old scholar looked at it for a long time, only to see that his hands were as delicate as a newborn baby, with slender joints and good looks.Other than that, nothing could be seen.

Zhang Qingyang moved his index finger: "Ring."

ring?The old scholar changed his mind, and the ring on his finger was called a ring. He hadn't learned this word yet.

He grabbed his index finger, his eyes almost popped out, he couldn't see it, let alone touch it.

Zhang Qingyang withdrew his hand, pinched the index finger of his right hand with his left hand, and lifted it up for the old scholar to see: There was a slight distance between the fingers, as if he was really pinching a ring, and with a flick of the finger, the cyan starlight flashed away. A shiny silver thing fell, and the sound was crisp.

The old scholar looked down and saw that it was a silver bar.Long and thin, the silver light shone beautifully.

He knelt down tremblingly to pick up the silver, blew away the dust, touched and bit, raised his head after a while: "Who are you?"

He was sure that this was the mustard finger worn by the monks in the legend, otherwise where did the money come from?How can mortals not see and touch it?

Zhang Qingyang's wooden face showed a trace of confusion: "I don't know."

If he said he didn't know, he didn't know anything.The old scholar stopped asking questions, looked down at the silver, looked and looked again, gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his sleeve, took a long breath: "Silver is very precious, don't give them too much, if one day the silver is gone, they should turn their faces gone."

Zhang Qingyang regained his dull expression, as if he didn't listen at all.

The old scholar called Mianmian in and continued the class.

The next day, Mian Mian was surprised to find that the left side of Zhang Qingyang's face was swollen high, reddish with purple, like a rotten fruit.She touched it curiously, Zhang Qingyang frowned rarely, and turned his head.

"Brother Qingyang, did your mother beat you?"

Zhang Qingyang hummed vaguely.

The old scholar entered the door, glanced at it, and went to class as if nothing had happened. After the class, he took Mian Mian up the mountain to dig herbs, taught her about Shichangpu, yellow gardenia, and wormwood, grabbed a pack of ice flakes at the pharmacy, and made a pot Baijiu, after coming back, made a paste with medicine, and applied it on the left side of Zhang Qingyang's face, giggling continuously while applying it.

Three days later, most of the injuries on Zhang Qingyang's left cheek had disappeared, but the right cheek was swollen even more than before. The corner of Zhang Qingyang's mouth was cracked, and there were two black blood marks under his nose.

Mianmian helped him wash his face and applied medicine, a thick layer of which ruined his handsome face, she didn't smile.

After applying it, she asked: "Brother Qingyang, why did mother beat you?"

Zhang Qingyang looked indifferent.

The old scholar who was making the medicine looked up and sighed: "If she beats you again, she won't."

Zhang Qingyang didn't say a word, the old scholar lowered his head and continued pounding the medicine, the pounding became urgent and heavy.

For several days in a row, the old scholar always felt that the eyes pierced his back with hatred, as if he had made an eight-life enmity.The owner’s complexion was not much better, he coughed loudly when he smoked, and planed wood in the yard during class, whistling and whistling, sawdust flying everywhere.

The wound on Zhang Qingyang's face healed, and he said to the old scholar, "I want to read local chronicles."

This is the first time he has spoken on his own initiative.

The old scholar snorted, knowing that he had an ulterior secret, he couldn't help asking: "What do you read local chronicles for?"

"I want to know where I come from."

The author has something to say: The following article "Old Gong always wants to feed me fat" has been opened, don't miss it when you pass by

The big shopkeeper Weisheng: I want to feed my second shopkeeper every day.

Cang Doushan, the second shopkeeper: I rack my brains every day not to be fattened by the big shopkeeper.

At last……

Cang Doushan: All right, it’s okay to eat another chopstick.

Microbiology: Daily feeding task√

Hu Liao: who am I and where am I? I’m superfluous, right?

Quiet as a chicken, elegant and abstinent, vs a philistine, a ruffian, and a rough guy

Two foodies feed each other daily.

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Tuijiyou's article: "Six Worlds of Internet Celebrity Small Pharmacy" by Two Lions

Copywriting: Zhu Quanze's horoscope is pure yang, but he accidentally provokes evil and evil.After resigning, he returned to his hometown to inherit the ancestral pharmacy, but found five coffins lying in the pharmacy.

At first, he pulled out a ginseng in the medicine garden, and found that it was a thousand-year-old ginseng essence selling herbal seeds, six-world prescriptions, and special materials, and he was stingy.

Then, he planted a seed and found that the medicinal material would grow by itself from the seven-star chest.

Then, the takeaway boys from Guituan, Yaoyao Are You Hungry, and Shenxian Express will crawl out of the coffin every now and then...to get medicine.

The most terrible thing is that there is also a bossy ghost cultivator who is full of flirtatious words, lay down sexy in his coffin, and refused to leave no matter what he said-this little cutie is born to absorb evil, hiccup, I can finally make money lying down Merit...

"The medicine is given to you, when are you leaving?"

"No, I'm sick again. I'm sick in my heart, and you are the only one who can heal it."