Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao looked carefully.

In Lady Mei's eyes, Zhou Manwei closed her eyes and meditated. She was a little nervous for a while and couldn't help swallowing.

Man Baohao opened his eyes, met her anxious gaze, and couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Congratulations, Liangqi has passed, but there are still some problems with the palace cold, I will take care of you, and take care of your body by the way, in the future If you get married, it should be easier to have children than it is now."

Mrs. Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were shining, and she could not wait to try to see if she could really give birth to a child.

However, Mr. Mei was not in a hurry to find his son-in-law again. He said to Mrs. Mei, "It's really easy to come to the capital. Now that your health is much better, you might as well walk around and gain insight."

He said again: "Being a father, I will find a son-in-law for you well. If you marry again, you must marry a good one. We must not be like Fang Saburo again."

Mrs. Mei lowered her head and answered with a red face.

Mr. Mei said: "I was too anxious back then, so I hurriedly settled on Fang Saburo. Otherwise, if I knew that he was such a person, I wouldn't let you marry him."

Madam Mei lowered her head.

Mr. Mei tapped on the table and said: "There are many people in the capital, not only literati, but also warriors, businessmen and villagers. I figured it out, and I don't have to choose a scholar, as long as I know a few words and understand Reason, good health, good character is enough."

But Mrs. Mei was not very hopeful, "How can a person who is willing to be a son-in-law be better?"

Fang Saburo is studying but has no future, he can't even pass the county school entrance examination, and his family is poor, and his family really can't afford it, so he wants to be a son-in-law?

Mr. Mei said: "It's just that the family is poor, and we don't ask for family background. As long as the character is good, the body is healthy, and you understand the truth, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to read. I will teach you now."

Unconsciously, Mr. Mei's conditions were lowered again.

He said: "If you can't find it like this, then as a father, I would rather you not hire a son-in-law. If you want a child in the future, I will give you one from the family."

Mr. Mei thought of something, touched his beard and said, "It doesn't have to be. For example, Master Zhou, do you know who her father is?"

Mrs. Mei shook her head in a daze, and whispered, "She is so powerful, my father should be a very powerful doctor, right?"

Mr. Mei smiled and said: "He is a very powerful person, but he is not a doctor, but a chivalrous person."

"Her father is also in the family, and his character is also precious. It can be seen that there is no such thing in this world, but we haven't met it yet."

Mrs. Mei never paid attention to outside affairs, she was stunned after hearing the words, and said, "So it turns out that Imperial Physician Zhou takes his mother's surname?"

Mr. Mei: "...No."

He was a little depressed, feeling faintly that now is not the time to find a son-in-law, but to let his daughter know about the outside world.

So Mr. Mei took his daughter out, and after turning around, he found a teahouse and sat down. He found a secluded place on the second floor facing the storyteller, and then took out dozens of copper plates and gave them to the man. The storyteller who was telling the story said, "We want to hear the story of the little genius doctor Zhou Taiyi in the capital."

The man's eyes brightened, and after accepting the coins, he bent down and asked, "Where do you want to hear this, sir?"

Mr. Mei said, "Let's start with her parents' generation."

The guy immediately understood and became even happier. Generally speaking, we have to start from the very beginning, and then we must hear from the beginning to the end. It must not be finished in a day or two, and it must be said for several days. This is a big business.

So the guy happily went down to find the storyteller, deducted two coins and gave the rest to him, pointed to the upstairs and whispered to him.

The storytellers also have bright eyes. They like this kind of guests who have designated stories the most, so in addition to the money given by the restaurant and the rewards from the guests, there is also a large fixed income.

After all, the teahouse doesn't give too much, and the guests are sometimes rewarded. Unless there is a good story, it is difficult for them to make a lot of money.

They have already told Zhou Man's story very well. Fortunately, her story is very tortuous, and she is very famous in the capital, so even if some guests have heard it many times, she is still very popular.

The most important thing is that Zhou Man is in the capital now. When it comes to adding some stories at the end, such as what illness she has seen recently, it is also very attractive.

So Mr. Storyteller took a sip of tea, patted the table, and then saluted: "Everyone, let's put aside the story we just told. Today, let's talk about the story of Doctor Zhou Xiao."

"If you want to talk about Zhou Xiao's genius doctor, you must talk about her parents. Speaking of which, her parents are also talented people, and her mother came from a family of a gentleman in Shangzhou, and her father is a scholar and a biography of poetry and books. Family……"

Mr. Mei took a sip of tea, turned his head and said to Mrs. Mei, "Although there are exaggerations in what people who talk about books, the stories they tell are generally unchanged. You can listen to them carefully. There are a lot of reasons to be a human being.”

Madam Mei was very confused, "What's the point of being a human being?"

Mr. Mei smiled slightly and said, "Loyalty, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, everything is there."

At this time, Mr. Zhuang, who was drinking tea at another place on the second floor, glanced at the storyteller below and shook his head with a smile.

Mr. Jiang smiled and asked, "Why, you're not happy to tell your disciple's story? This is a good thing to be famous. How many people want to tell Mr. Shu's story, but they still don't want to tell it."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "The stories that can be liked by the storyteller are all twists and turns. The stories are twists and turns, and the natural life is also turbulent."

"But I see that although the three disciples of you have experienced hardships, they have a very good temperament and are not cynical."

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "That's because their family taught them well, but in fact, the suffering of the predecessors will not disappear. What happened to the Zhou Bai family is just a testament to the impermanence of life."

Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you practicing Buddhism now?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "It doesn't count as participating in Buddhism, but recently several children often brought back some Buddhist scriptures from Huguo Temple. I looked through them, but I accidentally got them."

Mr. Jiang shook his head and laughed.

Mr. Zhuang said: "However, in "Zhuangzi: The World", it is also said that the sudden indifference is invisible and the changes are impermanent. It can be seen that the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have something in common in the world."

Mr. Jiang is a Confucian and doesn't like to talk about mysticism with him, so he said: "You can either go out and turn right and go to Xuandu Temple to find the old Taoist and talk about Taoism, or go out and go to Huguo Temple to find Zhiren and debating scriptures, and then say something more plausible. If so, I can go."

Mr. Zhuang hurriedly said: "It's rare to have a rest, I don't dare to offend, I don't dare to offend, let's have tea."

Mr. Jiang was satisfied.

Mr. Jiang was satisfied, and after drinking a sip of tea, he turned to look outside the lobby.

Mr. Zhuang laughed, "I've heard this story so many times, why are you still so addicted?"

Mr. Jiang stroked his beard and said, "You three disciples, especially Zhou Man and Bai Shan, are really tempting, and they never tire of listening to them, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity that he is already a disciple of others, and he can't grab it if he wants to.

Mr. Zhuang smiled and turned his head to look down. It happened that a few people came in through the door of the teahouse. They sat down directly in front of the table facing the storyteller, and Mr. Zhuang, who was sitting on the second floor, had a straight look.

Mr. Zhuang recognized the other party, and the expression on his face was a little cold and a little stunned.

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