The Multiverse Starting from White Deer Plain

The brother and sister talked for a while.

About a quarter of an hour or so.

It gradually became silent, and occasionally the barking of dogs could be heard.

"It's getting late, go to sleep."

Bai Gui said to Liu Baoer who was still enjoying the story.

He is good at writing books and telling stories.

Although it is not as impassioned as the commentator said, it can still be fascinating.

"Yes, brother."

"I'm going back to my room to rest..."

Liu Baoer's eyes were sleepy, and his watery eyes showed fatigue. He yawned, straightened his clothes, and said goodbye.

The clothes are white pajamas, covered with a bright red robe, and a fur scarf is inlaid around the neck, making him look quite wealthy.

Bai Gui nodded, watched Liu Baoer leave, and then returned to the bedroom door.

There is a kang burning in the bedroom, which is warm.

He threw some hard wood into the fire pit to seal the fire.

Only then did he put on his clothes and get on the bed.

…

Early the next morning.

Bai Gui brought a lot of gifts and walked through the snowflakes that fell last night to the Bailu Village Ancestral Hall.

Outside the ancestral hall, there are still some remnants of temporary earthen stoves that have not yet been dismantled.

He came to visit Xu Xiucai.

Yesterday during the banquet, he also talked a lot with Xu Xiucai, but the conversation was superficial and not in depth.

When I had just walked four or five steps outside the ancestral hall.

In the school in Xiawu to the west, there are Meng children reading, and the sound of reading loudly can be heard.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive."

"The sun and the moon are full, and the stars and constellations are arranged."

"..."

This fashion is a spontaneous early reading time for Meng children, rather than early learning.

"The culture and education of Bailu Village School are better than ever."

Bai Gui sighed secretly.

He listened to the sounds and found that there were probably more than twenty people reading. You know, five years ago, only four or five people could get up early and do early reading.

Approaching the ancestral hall, the gatekeeper's office.

He looked through the gap in the window lattice and did not see the lame old man.

"He died last year, around this time. He had no children. He died and had no descendants to organize the funeral. The school director bought a willow coffin and buried him in the ancestral land of your village."

"Now every household in Bailu Village has a profitable business, and no one wants to be a village guard, watch the watch, or watch the ancestral hall..."

Xu Xiucai talked about this while drinking red date porridge.

Bailu Village School, the school director is the patriarch Bai Jiaxuan, and the superintendent is Lu Zilin.

"Sir, I'll go to the concierge to have a look..."

Bai Gui suddenly felt a little sad in his heart, and he thought about it.

He didn't have a good relationship with the lame old man, and they didn't negotiate much. If the lame old man said he was nice to him, he only lent him a datewood lantern for watch at night. He later returned the favor, and the two of them had no contact with each other.

Talking about it, in the past, he and Zhou Yuan borrowed a stove from the concierge, and the lame old man took more care of Zhou Yuan. Also, at that time, Zhou Yuan was the son of Cai Dong's family, and he was just an ordinary son of a long-term worker. There was no last meal.

But as for people, when they are alive, they don’t miss them much or look at them more.

But after he died, he suddenly remembered his good deeds.

"Just take a look, he died in the concierge. Many people stay away and don't go here very often. A few days ago, the superintendent was discussing asking Mr. Yin and Yang to stir up trouble in the concierge to remove bad luck. …”

"You are the Wenquxing who descended to earth. With the blessing of Saint Kong, you will be fine." Gu

Mr. Xu nodded.

He finished the red date porridge in one gulp, then stood up, fumbled around for a while, and took out a copper key from the box under the bed. It was brand new, yellow-orange, not patinated, and seemed to be well kept.

"This is the concierge's key."

he said.

Bai Gui picked up the key, lifted up his gown, and walked a few steps to the concierge.

open the door.

Dust hits my face.

There is really nothing inside that is desolate. If there is anything, it would have been picked up long ago. For example, the lacquered blackboard he went to school with was the wooden door of a cave that was removed. The cave had been abandoned long ago.

There was plant ash on the stove near the earthen wall.

Suddenly, he saw the air outlet under the stove, which was about the size of three or four red bricks.

Looking squinting, I can see a few of De Mao Gong's crystal cake snacks. They have long been dried out and covered with a thin layer of dust. However, the red mark of "De Mao Gong" on the pastry can still be seen. .

This was a gift he gave to the lame old man after he returned to the village after being convicted of the crime in Zishui County.

I guess I didn't want to eat it.

Bai Gui stepped back, closed the door, and locked the copper lock again.

"If you have a chance in the future, you can visit his grave..."

"He is pretty good. At least he will be buried in a coffin after his death. Those from other villages..."

Xu Xiucai shook his head and sighed.

Every village has a village guard. The lame old man is not stupid enough. He can do shift work and find a job to survive. He is not said to have enough to eat and drink during his lifetime, but he is not too hungry.

"After the new year is over, when I go to the grave, I will burn some paper money for him."

Bai Gui nodded and agreed to the matter.

At that point...it will be a smooth ride.

To put it harshly, the lame old man alone was not enough for him to pay special tribute to him. After all, according to the relationship between the two of them, the lame old man did not leave him any great kindness. The concierge's stove was a family property, and they could borrow it as students. But no matter what, with this kind of kindness, it is still feasible for him to burn some paper money for the lame old man when he pays homage to his ancestors' graves every year.

The death of a lame old man is just a small thing.

Bai Gui soon talked to Xu Xiucai about other things.

"Now that there is no imperial examination, White Deer Academy is on the verge of dissolution. The students have left the academy and gone to provincial capitals to apply for new schools in other provinces... The newly appointed Magistrate Peng, who was still the magistrate of Peng County a few years ago, was invited half a year ago. Mr. Zhu served as the senior director of the county-level normal college..."

"However, I heard in the same year that Mr. Zhu plans to resign as the principal of this normal school recently, and organizes scholars to compile county chronicles. Among them are his classmates and disciples, all of whom are unswerving believers of the Guanxue sect. He is a famous scholar and a virtuous man, a role model for the people of this town..."

Xu Xiucai said slowly, his words full of desolation.

In just a few years, the sky has changed.

"In a few days, before the New Year, I will go to Zishui County to pay a visit to Mr. Zhu."

Bai Gui looked solemn and nodded.

He is also a member of the Guan School. Now Mr. Zhu has organized the Guan School members to start compiling county annals. As a disciple, he should go and help. Although it is only a county annals, compiling history is not easy.

"In fact, according to Mr. Zhu's talent and learning, he can serve anywhere. Not to mention the county magistrate, he can even master the provincial magistrate..."

"A year ago, General Zhang personally came to Zishui County by car, just to invite Mr. Zhu to come out in the same year, but Mr. Zhu declined..."

"Mr. Zhu is unwilling to serve as an official!"

Xu Xiucai said.

Although he knew that according to Bai Gui's character, even if he knew that Mr. Zhu was compiling the county annals, he would not look down upon him, but he still needed to give him some reminders and advice.

"I know this. I admire Mr. Zhu's talent and learning very much..."

Bai Gui nodded in agreement.

Don't think Mr. Zhu only compiles county annals. But this is similar to the reason why the first place is tested and the second place is tested. The first place is because there is only the first place and the score is only 100 points. The second place is because his ability is only 99 points. .

Mr. Zhu is the number one.

"By the way, do you still eat red dates?"

Xu Xiucai couldn't help but smile when he saw Bai Gui spitting out dates while drinking porridge. The date stones piled up into a hill.

As he spoke, he took out a pack of red dates from his bookcase, picked up a dozen of them, and stuffed them all into Bai Gui's hands.