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Wangjiaxinyuan

Two days have elapsed since moving here. The furniture and goods have moved in and started to return to normal life. The tenants of the rented land came to see the new home. It can be said that everything was done except the teacher.

Speaking of October 28th, at breakfast, someone led someone in. This person was a middle-aged person. When he came in, he was asked to take out the tea and pour the tea and sit down.

This person thanked him quickly, but this person was named Zhou Zhe, with a black and thin face and a white beard. He was very poor. He was about forty years old. Wang Cunye was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Surprised.

Wang Cunye ignored it and said, "It's gratifying that my husband can come and give instructions to my brothers and sisters. In this way, my family will pay twelve or two each year, and the museum will open on the 20th of the first month. The meal will be served at noon from noon to noon Yes, what do you think, sir? "

Zhou Yan was wearing old clothes and his sleeves were torn. Hearing these words, he said, "Students are grateful to be able to teach with students."

Wang Cunye shook his head, and now he also knows something. Three hundred years ago, Confucianism was still flourishing, not to mention talented people, even ordinary scholars are respected.

However, after the Daoist became known, it could not directly display its knowledge of strength, and it plummeted, as if the cannons on the earth were introduced into Middle-earth, and Confucianism was automatically eliminated.

Therefore, the Confucianism fell in this world. The bureaucrats still use some people, but they are not reused as before. The imperial examinations still exist, and they are not as important as before.

Seeing this Confucian scholar, there is no longer the confidence of the former teacher of Heaven and Earth, but originally he used Kaimeng, but only read and read to open his wisdom. Now he said, "When you meet, you have to be courteous!"

Shouting that the two children came over to worship, and gave some meat and a gift box, Zhou Yan took it, said something, and returned with gratitude.

When I arrived at the house, it was three thatched cottages. Zhou Zhen went home carrying the meat, which immediately made her mother and wife happy. The mother looked at the ten pounds of meat and sighed, "I haven't seen it for many years."

The gift box was opened again, and it was found that there was silver in the white flower, but it was five ingots, all of which were small ingots, two or two, and looked at the eyes and spent.

The mother said to him, "This is a good man. After you teach at the museum, you have to use your heart and accumulate money for the family. If you can buy a few acres of land, you won't have to worry about it."

He responded again and again this week: "Yes, my mother said yes!"

Without mentioning these words, Wang Cunye took a casual walk when he said this was done, and he was very relieved.

In fact, Wang Cunye has already done most of this physical obligation. It is actually a very troublesome job. Some things have to be done. This can reduce a lot of pressure on himself. This is not the case. I always felt that Lingtai was clear, and I felt a lot less depressed.

Besides, regardless of the so-called cause and effect, it 's just human feelings that he took away the son 's body, and even if the son was going to die, he would get some reward.

So when I saw the smiles of my parents and siblings, I felt very comfortable and took a few steps, but suddenly, I thought of Xie Xiang again.

Xie Xiang and Wang Cunye are actually the same age, but Wang Cunye has been older for several months. In this era, marriage is already possible, but she is weak, which is still a difficult problem.

Just worrying, there was an urge to rush back, Wang Cunye couldn't help but smile, turned around, and walked a little more speed towards the family.

Yunyashan

Wen Zinuo is heading for Dayanguan. The cold wind in the mountains blows tightly and he can't help tightening his clothes. He has been in Dao Palace for many years. Unfortunately, he has no hope for Daoism and can only be sent to do something.

Here is a cliff. Looking over the cliff, not far away is a small river in winter.

Wen Zinuo met, and I could not help recalling Dao Zheng's words in his mind: "You must not arrogantly, leak your identity, check the incense of Da Yan Guan Tao, and return to me as soon as possible."

Dao Palace has this once a year, it is customary to check the incense of Taoism and Taoism belonging to it.

Wen Zinuo visited once three years ago, and there was a piece of yellow artemisia spp. On the left and right sides of the steps, but today he revisited. Wen Zinuo did not recognize the left and right sides of the steps.

And although it was cold, there were many believers, all holding incense. The steps lead directly to the main hall. The specifications are not very high, but the eaves on the wall of the hall door are all new.

There is an iron-made incense burner in front of the temple, and the flames are lingering on it. All of them are high incense. Looking at the temple, it is also a cigarette holder. The account holder is hanging down for a goddess.

And bells and drums rang from time to time, Wen Zinuo saw the pilgrims coming and going in the view, even if it wasn't flourishing, it was not cold, and he sighed in his heart.

There is a table in front of the hall, with pens and papers on the table, and a merit box in front of the table, but there are actually some people who donate money, most of them are stuffed with a few pennies. Everyone has more than one or two, each person writes down his name, but no matter how much he donates, the two Daotongs are the first ones.

Wen Zinuo met and nodded secretly. This was the rule. He took a closer look and found that there were seven or eight Datongs in the temple.

In a few months, I have achieved this result, which is very good, but when I come, I need to pay a further visit. This is the time when the master Wang Cunye was sixteen years old, but he has turned two cents. He is really talented. Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing at myself and headed for the backyard.

Walking to the back hall, a child stopped and asked, "Where did the guests come from?"

Wen Zinuo replied: "It has been a long time sincerely admiring the king, and I have come here to ask for it."

"Unfortunately, the Lord has gone down the mountain and will not be able to return until half a month later." Dao Tong's eyes apologized, and Ji Shou said in a polite manner.

After listening to Dao Tong's words, Wen Zinuo showed a slight disappointment, but then disappeared. He arched at Dao Tong: "I'm sorry to bother you."

Dao Tong met with a busy head and said, "Dare."

Although I didn't see Wang Cunye, I could go back to make a difference. Wen Zinuo smiled and asked, "Have you read a book?"

"Originally I learned a few words, and when I came to the concept, the concept master asked Mr. to teach us to read." The Tong said quickly and said quickly.

Wen Zinuo smiled, took a few steps, and felt the cold wind intrude, tightening his clothes.

I thought to myself, "Hey, now I can still walk the waterway. After a few days, the river is frozen and the weather is freezing, I will have it."

Thinking of this, I can't help but envy some of the brothers who are invincible in the summer and summer.

Shake his head, shake off these miscellaneous thoughts, and walked on, but I saw the noodle shop below. It looks like this is newly built, new mud and new bricks can be seen, and I see a shed built to the left and right. The scent of perfume in the hall was tangy, and I couldn't help but swallowed and shouted, "What's here?"

"Guest, only noodles here, three plain noodles, five noodles with egg noodles, and ten noodles with beef noodles!"

"Last bowl of beef noodles." Wen Zinuo shouted.

"The guest officer waits!"

After a while, a steaming large green bowl was served on the table, the soup was bright, the noodles were rooted, and the thin beef was cut. Wen Zinuo drank the soup first and took a sip.

On a very cold day, a fragrant and fragrant soup spread in the mouth. Wenzi Norton felt that the hot and sour teeth were fresh and fresh. He ate the soup and ate the noodles, eating and even exuding fine sweat. After ten minutes, he was relieved With a sigh of relief, he shouted, "This is a good side, and it's in time for the time-honored city."

"The guest officer is right!" The man smiled. "This soup is really the old recipe of the old Shen's shop in the city."

Sighing here, he said, "When something happened in the old Shen's store, when the family died and a lawsuit was filed, the widow and daughter rushed in. Miss Charity kept this store open, please. When they come, even if they have a 30% bonus, they will not be paid. "

Before he finished speaking, a girl came in and took a bucket of noodle soup into the kitchen inside. I saw she was fifteen or sixteen years old, her clothes were clean, her face was beautiful, and she smiled to reveal two shallow wine vortexes. Wen Zinuo could not help but brighten his eyes, but asked, "Why does Guanzhu open a noodle shop?"

"It's convenient for pilgrims. There is no store in front, no street in the back, no noodle shop. You cannot find hunger to eat when you are hungry. You ca n't keep a large group of people to eat in the view. This is not a rule!"

"Guanzhu said that people who worship God are incredibly friendly. This side must be authentic. The weight and taste will never change. If you lose one point, you must ask. If you do n't make any money, you 'll only need five dollars. God, but who eats, who doesn't shout authentically? "The man was very talkative, seeing that there were fewer people at this time, he kept talking.

"What about this greenhouse?"

"Similarly, there must always be a place to rest for pilgrims. Set up two large sheds to rest pilgrims, especially on a cold day."

Wen Zinuo listened, nodded again and again, took out a series of twenty texts: "Here, the rest is rewarding you!"

"Thank you very much for this guest officer." The man smiled and saw Wen Zinuo leave, and turned to wait for others.

At this moment in the corner, a middle-aged man in his forties raised his head, looked at Wen Zinuo, and continued to eat noodles. He had a fair face and a mild expression, but he raised his eyebrows with a touch of murderousness.

After eating the noodles, the middle-aged man went out, his eyes flashed a little light, and he thought silently: "The original air here was only slightly white, but now it turns white and condenses on the Taoist concept. "

"There is a layer of red light over the Taoist Temple. This is also auspicious. It reflects the red qi of the idol inside. The main qi is strong. I originally thought that all this came from a short period of time. The foundation is shallow. It 's just that the time is too shallow to take root. "

"It can be seen that this luck has taken shape. It is no wonder that it was able to survive the robbery of the Hebei Fahui Society, and the other two people who had previously survived were not enough to survive, and it seems that this is also the influence."

"In this case, this son has a great effect on the son, and he must be drawn if he wants to come." So thinking silently, the middle-aged man has settled his thoughts and went back.