My Lady's Fairy

On the ancient road from Ganzhou to Zhuzhou City, willows are slanting.

In this season, just after late spring, Lao Zhang, who was in charge of delivering aquatic products to Daoxianglou, and his family were delivering the famous local products of Ganzhou City, and their car overturned in the lower reaches of the Qingzhou River.

A donkey cart turned upside down, and Uncle Zhang couldn't dodge it. He broke a leg and was frightened.

The little brother of the Zhang family was kicked by the frightened donkey, and several ribs were broken. When he fell, his arm hit the stone. Now he has a plaster cast and a splint, and he tells everyone how miserable he is.

All of a sudden, relying on Lao Zhang to deliver aquatic products to the door and cook famous dishes from the two lakes, the Daoxianglou of "Dongting Lake Fish" suddenly became red-eyed.

The shopkeeper's cooking skills are superb, but the combination of ingredients and skills can give birth to a peerless delicacy.

The fish in Dongting eat the essence of the sun and the moon; some are rumored to be descendants of the Dragon Palace, and their meat is tender and tender, which is by no means comparable to ordinary lake fish and river fish.

Now, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and the shopkeeper Daoxiang is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

In a hurry, he found the Shen family boy and entrusted him with an important task at the price of half a penny, asking him to set off immediately to fetch aquatic products from the Yueyang Tower by the Dongting Lake.

So, Shen Gouwaer, a mountain man, embarked on his first journey away from Gancheng for the first time in his life.

Shen Gouwa'er looked at Dongting Lake with blue waves on one side, blew up a grass root in his mouth, and then spat it out far away with a "pooh".

He took out a shriveled red fruit from his pocket and threw it into his mouth casually.

Immediately, the sweet and sour taste filled his mouth. In the mountains on both sides of Dongting, in autumn and winter, wild fruits all over the mountains and plains are ripe.

Among them, hawthorn is the most common.

The boy in the mountains made a basket out of sackcloth, picked a lot from the tree, his face was stained with red juice, ran home happily, asked his mother who was at home to take out half, dried it in the air, and made it into a snack .

The rest were all taken to the Zhang family next door, and they were wiped out with that blunt by nature but incomparable strength.

"Now there are not a few left." Shen Gouwa'er took out his pocket again and couldn't help sighing.

At this time, his favorite little donkey let out a "ow" sound, as if he was dissatisfied with the young man eating alone, and flew straight up with his kick.

Fortunately, the young man was quick-witted, so he avoided the mark of a donkey's hoof on his body.

He turned over and got off the donkey, looking angrily at the skinny donkey in front of him, only to find that it was biting a handful of new spring grass with its head down, rolling its eyes, and contemptuously contemptuously at this small donkey children.

This skinny donkey was raised in the backyard of Daoxianglou. It used to be a labor force for grinding mills. Ganzhou City is small, except for the government's messengers and Kuaishouzi who make a living by it.

Tall horse, hard to see.On the contrary, donkeys and mules are the most common foot strength.

Maybe it's Daoxianglou, the building has a big business, and even the donkey who lives in the backyard has a bad temper. This donkey not only doesn't like to look at people directly, but it is even more difficult to make him look favorably on others. .

At that time, the steward who led the donkey up for him said in a tactful tone: "Would you like to go to the Qianmen Post Station and find someone to borrow one."

At that time, Shen Gouwa'er didn't care at all, he slapped his chest loudly, and said to himself, calling all the beasts in the mountains brothers and sisters, just a donkey, nothing to worry about!

As a result, he had already suffered from this stubborn donkey several times before he left the lower reaches of the Qingzhou River.

Afterwards, no matter whether he was intimidating or nice, the skinny donkey always looked at people with supercilious eyes, without exception.

It is the donkey's eyes that look down on people.

The boy from the Shen family could only walk along the official road with his donkey. There were occasionally a few pavilions along the way, and these were places for messengers to and from the official road to settle down.

It's just that the news in Ganzhou City is blocked, and there were very few official documents in the past.

Today, these pavilions are also full of dust.

He sighed, and took out an ancient book from his pocket. The cover was already mottled, and the thread-bound book was now in a mess.

The Shen family boy couldn't help but think of the beauty in the mountains.

The back mountain of Gancheng is neither big nor small.

I and my old friends in the mountains searched for secrets, and finally saw a cave full of ancient books behind a water curtain.

I don't know if the cave owner has already ascended.

In the cave, apart from the scrolls, there are also swords with rotten wooden handles, and some yellow paper whose patterns can no longer be seen clearly.

He felt that the food was tasteless, so he carried Daozang back to the cave with his close friends.His close friend couldn't speak, so he picked up a few books to read.

The mysterious and mysterious words above are full of mysterious attraction to the young only son of the Shen family.

"It's for Huang Tingyue's inner chapter, the Qin Xin triple-folded dancing fetal fairy..."

He couldn't help muttering aloud, but saw the donkey beside him, at some point, had already looked at him, and said "puchipuchi" as if mocking him.

It seems to be saying: "You can also understand the "Tao Jing"?"

Immediately, he felt so angry that he wanted to pull a wooden branch and beat the poor donkey, but the donkey laughed more and more, and finally opened its mouth wide, showing yellow teeth, "Hoo hoo!" twice.

Just now, he trotted forward with brisk steps.

……

Maybe it's summer, and the weather by the Dongting Lake is like a child's face, changing as soon as it is said.

When Shen Yue was confiding his heart to brother donkey, a few drops of rain had already hit his forehead.

Before he had time to complain, the heavy rain poured down, making one person and one donkey jump up.

Fortunately, a large area of ​​small trees grew by the lake, and now they are just beginning to grow, but there are some tree crowns, which can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

He hugged the donkey together, trembling amidst the thunder and lightning.

The skinny donkey who was arrogant just now, like a frightened little rabbit, buried his head in the arms of the boy from the Shen family, and rubbed his head vigorously.

Seeing him wiping some snot and saliva all over his body, Shen's dog couldn't help but hold down the donkey's head to prevent him from going any further.

Fortunately, summer rain comes and goes quickly.

Shen Yue heard the sound of the rain gradually getting quieter, and then stopped.

The dust and sand raised on the official road were stuck together by the rain, and the air was much fresher.

But, before I knew it, it was evening.

When he looked back, Ganzhou City had disappeared, only the invisible path remained.

The boy who was gradually growing among the traffickers and pawns lowered his head and looked at his straw sandals.

He is the son of the mountain people. If there is no accident, he will be like the father who worked hard for the family.

Mountain people's children are still mountain people.Children and grandchildren, endless.

Perhaps, he can keep his job in Daoxianglou, and his family will not be unable to eat because of poor business.

If he works diligently, he will win the shopkeeper's favor.

Perhaps, he can still promote him to be a master's accountant. At that time, he will be able to take his parents down from the mountain and buy property in the city, completely breaking away from the mountain people's identity.

Compared with his father, he probably has more literacy and a little bit of calculation.

It was precisely because of this that he felt that he seemed to have a chance.

He sighed, and thanked Mr. Wei for no reason in his heart.

There was a private school in Ganzhou City, but it was run by Mr. Hong, a distinguished Confucian in the countryside. Old scholar Hong is an extremely extraordinary figure in Ganzhou City.

When he was young, he was said to have the posture of "relying on a horse to wait", and he was promoted to Xiaolian at a young age.

But I never thought that when my father died when I was young, I kept my filial piety for three years, and after staying for three years, I was already saying goodbye to my official career.

But even so, his knowledge is still respected by the people of the city, and the parents of rich families are happy to send their children to other places to learn.

Over time, this old scholar Hong opened a private school, but there were no white people and no pawns.

Under the sound of reading aloud, there are all splendid clothes and crowns, how can there be Jingchai in common clothes?

At the time, this was also common.

Where can children from poor families afford to read any books?

If Mr. Jin hadn't set up a private school, the Shen family boy would be as illiterate as his father.

Even choosing a name, I was anxiously scratching my head and scratching my head, so I had to get red-eyed with my old friends before I came up with a nickname, "Gouwaer".

If not, this small thatched cottage, the Shen family boy, would definitely not know that there is an imperial capital in the world, there is also Beidi, and Nanhai County, not just the square inches of Ganzhou and Zhuzhou.

They also don't know that apart from collecting firewood and hunting, there are also feudal lords and ministers, as well as cultivation of alchemy, reconciling Kanli, and madmen touching lice and blooming overnight.

If it weren't for him, he would definitely not know that there is another word called "Honghu Zhizhi".

But what can he do?

The Shen family boy touched his nose, and then sighed quite maturely.

In Ganzhou City, first-class officials, second-class wealthy businessmen, and third-class scholars are next to the lower ranks, and then to tenants, and the last are mountain people.

The thresholds of class after class are like invisible fences, separating the Shen family boy from the gate.

It is said that a child from a poor family is in charge of the family early, and he has been exposed to the warmth and warmth of human relationships early on.

He has also seen the cruelty of the world, he was in Daoxiang Tower, he was called and drank by people every day, and he never had a few good words, but even so, he still greeted people with a smile.

It's just that at night, after returning with the stars, he could not help but imitate his old father who sat on the threshold of his house and sighed.

He thought for a while, but had no idea, so he had to tie the little donkey to a small tree.

I swept an open space on the bank of Dongting, picked a few stones that were not too wet, and randomly piled them aside.

Then, a fire was lit.

On a summer night, the wind blows away the tangled dark clouds, revealing a bright moon.

He became more playful, lifted his trousers, shook off a pair of straw sandals, grabbed a sharp wooden branch at random in his hand, probed the water temperature with his toes, and tentatively stood by the Dongting Lake.

Although the fishermen of Dongting Lake rely on the water for drinking, they have never dared to fish out of the lake because of the legend of the Dragon King.

The fish here are big and fat, and they are surprisingly not afraid of people. Xu Shi sees Gouwaer, a brat, and disdains him even more.

The boy from the Shen family spotted the fish, and with one thrust, he pierced a grass carp in half. Even though the big fish was dying, it still kept thumping on the "harpoon".

Accompanied by the fishy lake water, the fish scales splashed the children of the Shen family all over the head and face.

The rest of the companions saw that things were not good, but they did not hesitate to abandon their companions who were in danger, and swam into the bottom of the water in all directions.

The boy secretly said it was a pity, but he still dealt with the grass carp happily.

He took out a small cup of rice wine that he stole from the back kitchen.

When he was young, he drank the wild raspberry wine brewed at home. He couldn't say he was addicted to alcohol, but he was born with a good capacity for alcohol.

The old father at home once said: "You son, you must be a big alcoholic in the future. What should I do?"

He seemed to understand, but just nodded blankly.

Fortunately, he was very sensible when he was eight or nine years old, and he started to share the family business early on. In a month, most of the time was not traveling in the mountains to pick up firewood for his parents,

It was working in Daoxianglou.

It's just that he hasn't changed a little bit about his drinking problem.

He disemboweled the fish, scraped off the thick scales, took a wooden branch, and threaded the fish. When he raised his head, he saw that there were thin and dense growths on a small tree not far away. A layer of small white flowers.

Reflected in the moonlight, it is a little crystal clear, which is really beautiful.

He doesn't have the habit of bringing seasonings with him at any time, so he can only roast the fish on the fire.

He took a sip, and a warm feeling spread all over his body. The moonlight was sultry, and the lake was reflected in a silvery white.

The donkey in the distance has accepted the reality, grazing honestly, and singing a song to the moon from time to time.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, I don't know what the people at the bottom of the water are doing." The boy from the Shen family said in a strange way.

Afterwards, he hiccupped, quickly covered his mouth, and looked around. Seeing that the surface of Dongting Lake was calm and calm, he put down his hands tremblingly.

He quietly pleaded guilty, spat, and said lightly: "There are no taboos."

After a while, the fish on the wooden branch gave off a strong aroma of barbecue.

He ate with big mouthfuls, and as he ate, he suddenly felt sad.

The father and mother in the family, the young girl who was born with unrecognizable diseases, the girl with a cute smile, and the book with a loud voice.

Everyone appeared in his eyes like a revolving lantern.

There is also a bearded bearded man, wearing a bamboo hat, singing the national style, stepping into the misty rain.

There are also Taoists with swords on their backs and moon-white Taoist robes. While talking, they turn into a bright sword light and walk away with their swords.

There are also friends who are mellow and silent.

He squinted his eyes slightly, the taste of pain melted away with the rice wine, like a knot in his heart, which could not be relieved.

How will they end up?

What about me?

He suddenly got angry, grabbed the wine jar, threw a whole string of fish bones into the bonfire, stood up, kicked a stone away, and limped to the lakeside.

At this time, the water and the sky are the same color.

At this time, there was no surprise.

He looked towards the lake, and at this moment, a few more green carp wagging their tails, came in front of him.

He took a sip of the rice wine and tipped the jug.

Said loudly: "May you and other aquatic people drink this wine, and in the future you will turn into a dragon!"

"I hope that when I come, I have the ambition to step on the blue sky!"

When the wine enters Huxiang, blue waves are startled, like strong, like fire.

The author has something to say:

That's right, Mingyue Qingfeng devoted himself to the elderly, Daoist Shen, whose nickname is Gouwaer??(??ω???) Chunlan Qiuju Xia Qingfeng, you can call him Gouwaer.