Chapter 18: Jiang Zhou encounters by chance (This chapter is free)

Because the things purchased in the city were delayed for a while, when Tang Song left Xiangzhou City and went to Yuliangdu, it was almost dusk. The bell of evening class at Lumen Temple in the other side of the mountain came faintly, ethereal and distant. It formed a harmonious contrast with the fireworks at the noisy ferry crossing at this moment.

One is a lively life of fireworks, and the other is a quiet mountain life. Tang Song listened to the bell and looked at the green green mountains opposite, and he couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart.

After traveling through time, he still liked the quiet life in Lumen Mountains more.

Xiangzhou City is naturally lively, but compared with the big city with a population of tens of millions in later generations, this livelyness is nothing. So it has no attraction to him. However, the quiet mountain residence that has never been experienced in later generations is even more moving.

I have to be busy in the city these days. Zhuang Haishan has to ignore it. Since Tang Daxin’s affairs have reached that point, he should naturally follow this routine. Holding those two letters in his hand is like a two-way king who was fighting against Landlords in later generations, winning must be a sure win. If anyone in later generations comes over, he will not be worse than him in handling this matter, so there is nothing to be proud of.

Now this matter has been resolved. At least before Wu Zetian abdicated, he thought there would be no sequelae anymore, so Tang Song was reluctant to think about it anymore.

As for renovation of the house, it has to be done. Since he travels to this body, he naturally inherits all the social relationships of this body. Since he still has to use this body to live in this era in the future, he has to do these things. In terms of effect, he has done well, but this does not mean that Tang Song enjoys these things very much. From the perspective of personal wishes, he really would rather have fewer things as possible at this moment.

Now that these annoying things that have to be treated have finally been solved, he can return to Lumen Mountain again. How could he be so good at this?

Now that he has money, he no longer squeezed a ferry with others. He paid twice the price and bought one, and stood at the bow of the boat and flew towards the opposite shore.

The scenery is good and the mood is good. Tang Song did not enter the cramped reed shed of the ferry. He stood at the bow of the boat and blew the river breeze to appreciate the scenery of water and mountains in front of him.

At this time, he was wearing a light green silk shirt, which was blown by the river wind. The shirt was floating and reflected the rays of rays of sunset. Coupled with the faint sound of the bells in the distance, Tang Song, standing in the wind at the bow of the boat, was really a bit slim and elegant and elegant.

The ferry had not yet reached the heart of the river, so he heard a familiar voice on the right side of his back saying, "Young Master Tang is so comfortable, but it made me both of you feel so bad that you squeezed out all your sweat."

Tang Song turned around and looked, but he was talking about the Taoist Fang Shanqi whom he met at the night by the Bagua Pool that night. The Yuliang Ferry only had two ferries. Tang Song occupied one, so the Taoist could only squeeze one with the others. It was early summer, and it was inevitable that the people on the boat would be too crowded.

Seeing that it was him, Tang Song ordered the ship to lean over and take the man over. He was also a middle-aged man in his forties and was wearing a secret shirt.

There is nothing surprising about the middle-aged man's clothes, but the aura exudes a little special. There is naturally a bookish atmosphere, and there seems to be some majestic flavor. Tang Song had never met him before, so he did not deliberately greet him. He smiled and bowed his hand as a greeting.

It seems that the man has a good impression of him. His smile when he nodded and returned the gift was very gentle, and it was not as arrogant as Tang Song expected to keep people from thousands of miles away.

"Kung Nan, the 'the bells in the mountain temple are already fainting during the day' I told you before was from the mouth of this young master Tang. Now everyone has already met. You will not say that I will slander you again."

"Oh", the middle-aged man who had only loved Tang Song's love, Yada, was rare after he came to Xiangzhou. After hearing Fang Shaoqi's words, his expression was shaky, and he carefully examined Tang Song, "Is this poem really what you did?"

This question is really hard to answer. Tang Song cursed Fang Shanqi in his heart and smiled slightly, which was a response.

When he smiled, middle-aged people affirmed it, "This poem is fresh and natural, and it is a great work. It is rare to write such a poem based on the age and ability of a friend."

This made Tang Song even more difficult to answer, so he simply refused to answer. He bent down slightly, which was considered a thank-you praise from Meng Haoran for his middle age.

His behavior increased his favorability in the middle-aged man's eyes. He was young and talented, and his elegance was outstanding. Such young people are often more generous in talent, and it is rare to be as humble and gentle as him. Being able to perform this way shows that this man not only has poetry talent, but also has a glimpse of the skills of studying and cultivating his spirit.

In this era, scholars like to look at people like this and evaluate people like this. Tang Song naturally didn't know these thoughts in the middle-aged people's minds, but he was unwilling to continue talking about this topic, so he changed the topic: "How long can a ferry be done? The people of Fangshan wait at the ferry, so why should they squeeze together with others in a bustling boat?"

"Kunnan made an appointment with Master Dinghui of Lumen Temple to talk about scriptures, but he was dragged down in the city and was delayed for a while. He was in a hurry to go up the mountain, and he could still wait there! But it's okay to squeeze it out, I haven't seen you in the mountain for a while. Can you still listen to that piano?"

"There are some trivial matters at home, so I left the mountain for a while. As for the sound of the piano," said Tang Song's face, a look of expectation naturally appeared on his face. "I never had a night or a shortage on the mountain, and the days I went down the mountain were unforgettable. The skills of the national craftsman, the sound of the kingly way, if you don't listen to desires, how can you bear it?"

The Taoist laughed when he heard this, "What a skill in a national craftsman is the voice of the king. Xiaoyou Tang is actually a soulmate."

When the middle-aged man heard the two of them answered this, although the expression on his face had not changed, the expression in his eyes was quite interesting. He looked at Fang Shanqi sideways, and Taoist Fang nodded and smiled indecisively.

The ferry had already docked, and Fang Shanqi and the middle-aged man didn't say anything more, and the three of them parted ways.

When Tang Song brought two delivery trips back to the hut by the Bagua Pool, it was already dusk. He was about to leave two trips to rest for a night, but the two refused. He only said that if there were relatives among the mountain people, they could stay there. Tang Song didn't force him, and gave them a few more penny of wine and let them go.

The one he hired to send to the mountain this time was two jars of Jiannan Chun Brew. The Tang Dynasty not only had the top ten famous teas, but also the top ten famous wines. This Jiannan Chun Brew is one of them, which is as famous as Hedong Pu Tao Brew and Fuping Shiwanchun. It is actually a good wine in the world. It is definitely not comparable to the thin and astringent fruit wine I ate a few days ago.

It's strange that after the people who did not drink wine in later generations came over and got drunk, he was a little bit happy with this thing. Especially when he was listening to the piano on the moonlit night, he became more and more eager to drink some, otherwise he would always feel a little regretful.

After all, after walking for half a month, a thin layer of dust accumulated in the hut. Tang Song finished cleaning and made some food and ate it, it became dark.

Although the bright moon outside the window had not yet climbed up to the treetops, Tang Song couldn't wait. He held the Suqin in one hand and walked towards the Bagua Pool in the other hand.

It is early summer. Under the quiet moonlight, frogs and cicadas sing from the washing of pine forests on both sides, adding to the tranquility and tranquility between the world.

After Tang Song was in a very good mood, he was surprised when he walked through the pine forest trail.
Chapter completed!