Beauty Jianghu

Chapter 287 Descendants of the Meng Family

A guest came to the Huang family, and Mrs. Huang asked the maid and the old woman to go to the kitchen to cook.

At noon, the food was brought to the table, including bamboo shoots and fungus grown in the mountains, as well as a pot of mushroom stewed with native chicken, and the wine was Xiangyang Daqu wine produced in the city.

After finishing their meal, Yang Shucheng and the others left first.

The two of them walked along the mountainside and headed southeast. I didn't dare to take the main road and kept walking in the mountains. I took the wrong direction and only walked eastward.

After walking for half a day, we reached a peak and prepared to identify the direction.

Standing on the peak and looking forward, I saw a big river in front of me. It turned a big bend in front of the mountain and flowed toward the southeast in a mighty way. This is the Han River.

At this time, it was already evening, and the westward sun was almost setting between the mountain peaks, making the mountain peaks become increasingly blue and green, and glowing with golden color. The returning birds landed in the trees and chirped. The ground chirps.

Across the Han River is a large sandy beach called Yuliangzhou, which is covered with dense trees and exposes some thatched houses.

There is a big boat that carries villagers who want to cross the river.

The two of them planned to go down the Han River and spend the night in a small village by the river before setting off again tomorrow morning.

Halfway up the mountain, I saw a young man walking on the mountain road. I saw him holding a book in his hand and chanting as he walked. This young man was short and fat, with a face that was small at the top and big at the bottom. He looked a bit ugly.

I could only hear him reciting a poem non-stop, but he didn't recite it properly. He kept reciting it with a frown on his face. Yang Shucheng thought about the scene when he was reciting poems, how similar he was to this young man, and he felt close to him.

The young man turned a blind eye to the two people coming towards him. He just chanted a poem, but when he couldn't recite it, he hit his head with his fist angrily, sighed, and murmured: "I didn't expect the descendants of my Meng family. , It’s just that I’m so worthless, I really feel sorry for my ancestors.”

He walked to a pine tree and banged his head against the tree trunk.

Seeing how pitiful he was, Yang Shucheng took a step forward and said, "Brother, I'm here to invite you."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and found two strangers standing in front of him, and said hurriedly:

"I didn't see it, I'm sorry you two," he kept apologizing.

Yang Shucheng said: "I see what poem Xiongtai is reciting?"

"Yes." The young man said distressedly, "I have been unable to sing."

Yang Shucheng raised his eyes and looked at the scenery of the river below the mountain, and couldn't help but chant:

The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It's already dusk, and there is noisy fighting at the fish beam ferry.

People followed the sand road to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.

Lumen Yuezhao opened the smoke tree and suddenly went to the shelter of Pang Gong.

The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.

After Yang Shucheng finished reciting, the young man looked delighted and asked, "Brother, do you also like this poem?"

"Yes." Yang Shucheng thought of his study life. If his enemy Tong Yuhui had not come, he would have lived a peaceful life and loved reading the poems of Tao Yuanming and Meng Haoran. However, if his enemy came, he would kill his father and wander around the world. Come and study wherever you have leisure time.

Yang Shucheng said: "I have always loved Meng Haoran's poems since I came here."

The young man said: "Thank you very much, brother, for your love for my Meng Haoran."

"Oh?"

The young man said: "Meng Haoran is my ancestor, and I am his direct descendant. My name is Meng Shaoyu, this mountain is called Lumen Mountain, and the other side is Yuliangzhou. From the accent of Xiongtai, he must not be a local."

Yang Shucheng said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to meet Mr. Meng's descendants. I'm so lucky."

"I'm terrified, I'm terrified."

Yang Shucheng then introduced the two people on his side and said: "Brother Meng is holding a collection of poems in his hand. I guess he is also a poet."

Meng Shaoyu said: "I am very ashamed. Although I am a descendant of Meng Haoran, I can't sing a word. It is really an insult to my ancestors."

He didn't say this sentence. Although he held Meng Haoran's poetry collection every day and could recite it every day, he never wrote a good poem. He felt ashamed of his ancestors. He was embarrassed to say that he was a descendant of Meng Haoran. It was only today when he faced a stranger that he revealed that he was a descendant of Meng Haoran.

On the surface, Meng Shaoyu said that he was not as talented as his ancestors in poetry, but in fact he also lamented that his ancestors were so elegant and unrestrained, but his own image was not flattering and he felt ashamed of himself. Therefore, he was in constant distress and sorrow every day.

Meng Shaoyu said: "Brother Yang, Brother Wang, it's getting late now. Please come to our villa to rest for a few days. It's not too late to start your journey again."

Seeing his sincere invitation, Yang Shucheng was not polite and followed him down the mountain. After walking for a while on the mountain road, I saw a beautiful garden at the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, the Meng family was known as a wealthy family in the local area, which was no less powerful than Meng Haoran's family back then.

We walked on the mountain road with twists and turns for a while and went down the mountain. Both sides were lined with ancient trees that were nearly a century old. The sun had set and the night was already very dark.

Walk to the foot of the mountain and in front of the villa, open a side door and walk into the garden. Yang Shucheng wants to go to the front to meet the master of the Meng family.

Meng Shaoyu frowned and said: "My father and I are very at odds. I live alone in another place. You don't have to go to the main house, so you two can rest in my house."

When Yang Shucheng saw him in trouble, he didn't force him. He just followed his own ideas and was inconvenient to interfere with other people's affairs.

Walking into a side yard, it was quite spacious inside. There were several sweet-scented osmanthus trees with whirling branches and leaves, a clump of plantains, a clump of green bamboo, and another tree. Meng Shaoyu told her that it was a Qiong tree, which bloomed in spring and had flowers as big as a bowl.

There are seven or eight houses in the courtyard, one of which has a light. Meng Shaoyu's mother died early, so he is the master of this courtyard.

He walked into the courtyard and shouted: "We have guests, please light the lamp quickly."

I saw an old woman walking out of the room where the lights were on. She glanced at the two guests, then walked quickly to the main room, opened the door, and walked in. After a while, the lights came on.

The three of them entered the house, and immediately another maid came in and made tea for both the host and the guest.

Meng Shaoyu said: "Xiaohong, go to the front and ask the kitchen master to fry some hot vegetables. You can bring them over quickly. Mother Wang, go to that room and bring the wine."

"Yes." The two servants walked out.

There are only two servants in the huge courtyard. Meng Shaoyu loves peace and quiet and doesn't need many servants.

Soon, the wine was brought, and the old woman helped the maid bring all the food from the front yard. Sure enough, he was a wealthy family. Although the food could not be called cooked dragons, pao and phoenixes, it was still delicacies from the mountains and seas. Among them was a dish of bream, which was particularly delicious.

This is a specialty product in the Hanshui section of Xiangyang, and fishermen are often prohibited from hunting.

Tonight I met a close friend, and they had a great conversation. Although Wang Huaguo couldn't talk, he had not eaten anything good in the past few days. The table was full of delicacies tonight, so he ate as much as he could, drank some wine, and became a little drunk. Meng Shaoyu ordered the old woman to Take him to another room to sleep.

Here, the two of them were drinking and talking more and more. After drinking, the two of them were still asleep, and Meng Shaoyu led Yang Shucheng into another room.

This is a study room with no furnishings. There are only bookshelves on the four walls, filled with books. The descendants of the Meng family only know how to run the industry and no one studies anymore. After Meng Shaoyu broke up with his father, he wanted nothing but books. Move all the books accumulated by our ancestors here.

The two of them were sitting in the study, drinking fragrant tea, talking about the past and the present, and they were in high spirits.

It was already late at night, and when we came to the bedroom, our interest was still there. The two of them lay on the same bed and talked.

The conversation was still not enough, so the two simply slept together with their heads side by side and talked quietly.

It was almost dawn before the two of them fell asleep.

The next day, they didn't get up until the sun rose high. After washing themselves and having breakfast, they sat under the tree in the courtyard.

This is a stone table with a chessboard on it. The two of them just played with more than twenty chess pieces.

The door was opened and a group of people rushed in.

It was the five robbers who wanted to rob Mrs. Huang's family at the foot of Hutou Mountain.

The five robbers surrounded Yang Shucheng.

Of course Yang Shucheng was not afraid of these five robbers, but one of the men brought by the five robbers was a strong man with a beard. He was holding a machete. This machete was as sharp as ice and had faint traces of blood. He had killed many people. I wonder if Yang Shucheng is his opponent?