Taoist fast crossing

It was a very nice woody aroma.

Quiet and peaceful, it is the gentleness precipitated in the old years.

When Si Qingyan woke up again, she only felt a severe headache, as if she had been hit by a heavy object.

The only thing in the room was the sound of the pendulum, which was very regular, with the same pause between each swing.

"Cuckoo—" a bird-like cry sounded.

"Hey, it's fixed." An old man's voice sounded, and his tone couldn't hide his joy.

"Mother Lin, help me look after the third young master. If he wakes up, feed him some warm water. I will return the bell at the Song family. If I get the reward, I can send the third young master to a foreign doctor for treatment."

The old man coughed twice and sighed. The sound of his footsteps rose and fell, as if there was something wrong with his legs and feet. The sound of the pendulum was getting farther and farther away.

"I've been in a coma for three days, can I wake up..."

A woman walked quickly, and when she got to the bed, she realized that the boy on the bed had already woken up, his eyes were clear and energetic, as if they wanted to shine through all the filth and filth in the world.

"The third young master is awake! The third young master is awake!"

She suddenly became happy, and her voice was amplified countless times. When the old man outside heard what she shouted, she ran back in a panic.

"Three young masters!"

Si Qingyan slowly sat up from the bed, lightly touched the most painful spot on her head, and took a breath.

What a big bag.

"Young Master, it's fine if you wake up. I'll make medicine for you. Doctor Tang said that if you wake up, you'll have to drink the medicine for a month and go to the clinic for acupuncture regularly."

It was a very old man.

Eighty, ninety... Si Qingyan couldn't guess his age for a moment.

His hair was all white, and his whole body was shriveled like an old orange peel. He was thin and hard, but he was in good spirits. His eyes were the brightest in his whole body.

"I... can't remember anything."

What Si Qingyan said was correct, the original owner didn't have a single memory, and he probably left by Hexi before he came.

"You...you'll be fine when you wake up, and you can learn it again if you can't remember it."

Tears flashed in the eyes of the old man, his body was very hunched, and he was still talking to Si Qingyan in a kind and comforting tone.

"Okay." Si Qingyan half leaned on the soft pillow beside the bed.

It was a brightly lit room with carved wooden windows open, revealing a large bush of canna grown in a water tank in the yard.The flowers are in full bloom at this time, and the colors are very bright.

There is a wooden table beside the bed, some thread-bound books are piled up, and there is also an oil lamp with a dim yellow glass shade.

The old man was wearing a robe that was fully patched. Each patch was stitched very finely, and some patches were even patched on top of each other, but it was very clean.A pair of straw sandals on the feet, revealing skinny calves and skinny soles.

This world should be very different from the previous two worlds.

Seeing Si Qingyan reading the books on the table, the old man bent down and took one and put it in Si Qingyan's hand.

Si Qingyan was still staring over there, and the old man couldn't help laughing, as if looking at his ignorant grandson.

"Third young master, you are still ill. Let's not rush to read the book. We will read it slowly after you recover. First, we will only read one book."

The old man seemed to be coaxing a child, and his tone was very gentle.

"Ah."

Si Qingyan also felt dizzy, took the book handed by the old man, and just leaned on it to read.

The opening chapter is "Encouraging Learning", which is all in traditional Chinese characters.

The original owner actually wrote his name on it, with three characters, Si Qingyan.The handwriting is in a beautiful pavilion style, but it is too regular, and I don't want to make any horizontal line longer. Every stroke is like a model standard for demonstration.

There are not many annotations in the original main work. It seems that I am familiar with this article, and there are several follow-up articles, which are still classical Chinese, or seven-character verses, five-character quatrains.

There is only one "Summer Quatrains" by Li Qingzhao, with a few more comments below.

"I would like to extend the country with meager efforts." This is the style of pavilions and pavilions.

"The building is about to fall, we should change the day and change the day." This was written by another person, using red ink, it seems to be the teacher.

"A gentleman establishes the world, and he needs to know the heaven and earth, his relatives and teachers." This is another style of pavilions and pavilions.

"Encouragement." This is the teacher's reply.No matter how you look at it, these two words are sloppy, revealing a disheartened and hopeless tone.It doesn't make sense to this child. In fact, the king on the top is not saved. There shouldn't be a king sitting on top of everyone's head.

After reading only one book, Si Qingyan almost figured out the character of the original owner.Hardworking and old-fashioned, serious and honest.It can be seen from some details that this time coincided with the change of dynasty, and it was a long and painful change.The character of the original owner is more painful than others.Being beaten on the head by the society may wake up faster.

After reading the book, Si Qingyan drank the bowl of warm traditional Chinese medicine on the side. She didn't feel anything after drinking it in one gulp, but the aftertaste was a bit strong, and it was extremely bitter. It rolled in her stomach, and the breath she exhaled Both have a bit of a complex medicinal aroma.

After drinking this bowl, Si Qingyan became groggy and fell asleep.

"I forgot to let the third young master drink a bowl of porridge..." I heard the old man say this before falling asleep.

"I don't have much rice at home..." This was Mama Lin's voice.

It turned out that we had reached the end of the road... Si Qingyan thought so, and fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

When I woke up, it was already the next day.

I didn't hear the sound of the pendulum again, but the rhythmic "rustle" of bamboo branches across the stone slab.

As soon as Si Qingyan opened the window, he saw the old man bent over and holding a big bamboo broom, sweeping the floor with great effort. It is midsummer, and there are no poultry, and the yard is very clean, with few leaves.

"I'm used to it. If I don't scan twice a day, it seems like something is missing."

He chuckled, and when he finished sweeping the rest, the sky was completely bright.

Perhaps the medicine she took yesterday was effective, but today Si Qingyan felt her head was much better, although there was still throbbing pain there.

Breakfast is porridge with pickles.

There was clear porridge in a thin white porcelain bowl, and the pickles were neatly cut, Si Qingyan took a bite, the pickled radish was crispy and refreshing, very appetizing.

Only Si Qingyan is alone.

"I've eaten it a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to sweep the yard."

The old man coughed a few times and smiled.

"How much money do you have at home?" Si Qingyan drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, even though it tasted good, even though his stomach was burning and aching, he still kept half of it.

"Three silver dollars, this is the medicine money for the young master, and it's not enough."

The old man took out a small pot from the room, revealing three lonely silver dollars inside.

"In the past, where did the family's money come from?"

Si Qingyan signaled him to put the jar away.

"The Eldest Young Master sent some, and the Second Young Master also sent some... After the Third Young Master quarreled with them, there were less."

"The three young masters are brothers, you write a letter to admit your mistake..." The old man said in a low voice, as if he knew the temper of the three young masters, so he stopped talking.

Si Qingyan was silent for a moment, and asked if there were any letters from previous exchanges, and if so, please trouble him to fetch them.

"I don't have a good appetite today, please help me carry the porridge."

"Third young master, take another two sips, you have to take care of yourself."

"I can't drink it." Si Qingyan rubbed her head, she felt dizzy when she pressed it, and she really lost her appetite.

There were dozens of letters in the wooden box, and Si Qingyan opened them one by one to read.

"How can elder brother associate with that wolf-minded traitor who wants to separate the country? Where are the ancestors of our family?...Elder brother should resign from the army and join the imperial court, and have his own grand plans..."

"Why does the second brother want to do business with foreigners and exploit the people, no different from animals? Industry and rejuvenation, of course the imperial court will do it, the second brother should come back to inherit the family business..."

……

"The three of us support each other, but we are divided due to different ideas. Since ancient times, a gentleman is loyal to the emperor, and the elder brother should put the emperor first..."

"You are colluding with foreigners, please don't send silver dollars back."

After reading the letter, Si Qingyan admired the original owner very much.

What a... backbone...

Maybe it was too well protected, unaware that the current situation was difficult, and too idealistic.

The original owner was desperately trying to convince his two elder brothers to be loyal to the emperor and love the country, reprimanding them for betraying their trust and betraying the king... At the beginning, the two elder brothers occasionally asked about the original owner's living conditions, but after the original owner repeatedly made a long speech asking them to come back to serve the court, no more I wrote back.

Si Qingyan reluctantly rubbed the big bump on her head, rubbing away the blood stasis could save some medicine money.

I don't know how long three silver dollars can last.

"Third young master, I repaired the clock of the Song family and got a silver dollar."

The old man bowed his body and handed over silver dollars as if offering treasures.

This coin is half new and not old, with the current year engraved on it, and some places are slightly discolored, which is a sign of rust.

"Hey, Uncle Xiang, let's buy some rice. It's the time of double grabbing, and rice is the best." Lin Ma, who was drying clothes next door, yelled when she heard this.

"Yes yes yes..." Uncle Xiang put the silver dollar into the jar and took out another piece from his pocket.

"I repaired Miss Song's dressing table and got another one." Uncle Xiang said in a very small voice.

"Excellent." Si Qingyan also praised in a low voice.

"Hey~" Uncle Xiang smiled instantly.Although he is old, his ears are very sharp. Those who repair things must be good at listening.If he has good eyesight, he can take on more jobs.It's a pity that after looking at things for a long time, my eyes are blurred, and I can't do fine work, so I can only tinker with it and subsidize my family.

"Let's go buy rice...Young Master, don't worry about your family, take good care of your health, and leave the rest to Uncle Xiang."

Si Qingyan nodded, and walked out of the yard with Uncle Xiang.

One silver dollar can buy thirty catties of rice and eight catties of pork.

Uncle Xiang bought fifteen catties of rice for half a silver dollar, and took Si Qingyan to the market to buy some fresh vegetables.If you don't buy meat, the price of vegetables is very cheap. Originally, Uncle Xiang wanted to buy a catty of pork, but Si Qingyan refused.

Not counting the spent silver dollars, they had four left.

Even if two people only eat half a catty of rice a day, one silver dollar will not last a month.Occasionally, I have to buy some daily necessities, and I have to look at the injuries on my head, which is really stretched.

Si Qingyan thought of the huge yard where he lived, so he asked Uncle Xiang if he could grow vegetables.

"Yes, yes, but the young master used to say that it was insulting to the gentlemen, so he wouldn't allow it." Uncle Xiang was a little embarrassed.This kind of vegetable needs to be fertilized, the young master is a decent person, how can he stand that.

"Let's buy some more vegetable seeds, raise some stone slabs in the yard, grow vegetables in the enclosure, or raise some chickens..." Si Qingyan began to plan to improve his life, which shocked Uncle Xiang.

The young master knocked his head, and became much more flexible.In the past, let alone raising chickens, I couldn’t even hear the crowing of the chickens at Lin’s mother’s house next door, thinking that the hen laying eggs was too noisy.

"Okay, let's grow vegetables first, and when the chickens in Mama Lin's house hatch, we will buy a few more and raise them."

Uncle Xiang took Si Qingyan to pick out the seedlings, and the two of them asked how to plant them and how to water them before returning to the courtyard full of enthusiasm.

"What's the matter with the bag on my head?" The more Si Qingyan rubbed it, the more puzzled she became. She had to know if the original owner had made a feud or if she fell down and hit a rock while walking...