Chapter 3 (This chapter is free)

"Cui Po, this is my Erlang Mountain Chongxuan Guan Ye Fazheng Guan, and I have great achievements in <>, <>, <>. Today I was a rare encounter and invited me to come over. You can recite the explanation and carefully describe the events of that day, and listen to the master of Guan," Cui Zhijie said solemnly.

When Cui Po heard Cui Zhijie say this, he couldn't help but curse him secretly, "Eight Woman". But now that things have come to this point, he can only insist on the green mountains and not relax. If it is covered up, it will inevitably cause people to see through it and cause people to be suspicious. Anyway, this theory is plagiarized in future generations, and no matter how clever the subject is, he cannot see through the clues. Although the "old Taoist" theory seems simple and everywhere, it is even more suspicious. Seeing this subject's Taoist sect is a fairy-like style, it is also an interesting thing to take this opportunity to weigh it.

After thinking about it, he explained the two sutras one by one, and quoted more from the statements of Wang Anshi and others in later generations, while secretly looking at the viewer. The face of this viewer changed from the beginning to the solemn, surprise, and doubt. All kinds of expressions alternated. There was still a little silence and peace.

After the lecture was finished, the Lord Ye was silent for a long time before he started to ask about the Taoist teaching the scriptures. Cui Po just insisted that the person who came here was white beard and white eyebrows, with a gentle face, looking like a god, and he only stayed at home for half a day and left. As for whom his surname and who was the name, what was the Taoist name, and who was the person, he didn't know anything. Lord Ye just frowned and listened carefully, and occasionally showed a look of surprise and shook his head. He interjected a question in between and blocked Cui Po's three-character scripture "I don't know", and it became more and more confused. After seeing him in circles for a long time, he still couldn't ask anything, so he asked Cui Po to go back first.

Cui Po turned around and breathed a long sigh, thinking that the trouble had finally passed. It was just a pity that the Taoist priest had not preached and confirmed it. When he walked out of the hall, he only heard a faint saying "How is this young friend usually?" and he didn't want to go there any more.

After a few more days passed in such a hurry, Cui Zhijie announced that it would be three days off for the Qingming Festival sacrifice. Cui Po packed up his cloth bags and rushed back before dinner. Finally, he rushed to his house before dark. The whole village shouted that the horses were neighing, which was very lively. While he was wondering, he saw Gao Yi coming out of the village gate. After a closer look, he found that this manor was a tribe property dedicated to sacrifices by the Cui family. The spiritual positions of the ancestors of the Cui family were all stored here in the past three generations and were worshipped every day. Tomorrow's Qingming Festival, everyone in the clan would accumulate here. The manor would be cleaned up, and tomorrow's people would also arrange for the horses to eat and chew. So he drew many family members and tenants to help.

Thanking Gao Yi, Cui Pojie returned to the small side courtyard where he lived. Before entering the door, he was hitting the little girl Loquat. Seeing that the quiet and steady loquat on weekdays was so panicked, Cui Po helped her up and saw her look full of panic. He felt nervous and asked, "What happened at home? Are you so panicked?"

"Young Master, my wife has been having dizziness these days and fainted after reciting the scriptures today. I am going to invite the doctor." Biqua said hurriedly when he saw that it was the young master.

When Cui Pofang heard this, he turned around and ran inward, waved to the loquat behind him, and said repeatedly: "Go quickly, go quickly." When he entered the inner room, he saw his mother lying on the bed, with a strange pale look on her thin face. After more than a month, there were a few more white hair on her forehead. Only cherries were sitting by the bed and were crying.

"Why are you crying? Is this the time to cry? Mother will definitely not be a problem." Cui Po was anxious, worried, and even more afraid. He was really afraid that the person who gave him the maternal love to leave, so he could not help but speak sternly. Cherry had never seen her naughty young master look like this, and he was so scared that he dared not cry again. Instead, Cui Po's toughness made her feel a sense of dependence.

"Tell me quickly, why did my mother faint? Didn't I still be fine when I left?" Cui Po didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing his mother's rest, so he had to ask in a low voice.

"Since you woke up and went to school that day, the lady said that Qingming Festival was coming, and the young master was fourteen years old and could attend the main sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial 20 times a day, so it was so harder." When he was sad, he could not help sobbing again.

Cui Powen said that his heart had already been ups and downs. At this moment, he truly accepted the mother in his heart. The tears in his eyes could no longer help but slip. In the blurred tears, he saw the scriptures that were still tightly held by the sick mother, the simple furnishings in the room, the thin body of the cherry and the already half-clothed clothes, and the bitterness of the cherry, a kind of power slowly rose up.

"Doctor, please come here." It turned out that Loquat had invited the doctor over. Cui Po hurriedly went forward. After seeing the ceremony, he extended him to the edge of the bed to diagnose his mother's illness, turned around and pulled the cherry over.

"Cherry, have you saved enough money for buying clothes?" Cui Po asked in a low voice.

"Mrs. I saved ninety cents. Seeing that the day is approaching, I can't wait any longer, so I thought of renovating a fine linen..." Pomegranate said in a nagging manner.

"Where is the money?" Cui Po interrupted her.

"I sent it to Aunt Liu, the Cunqiong Po. She has the best skills in the whole town, and the price is cheaper..."

"Go to Aunt Liu'er's place. If you haven't done it, return it. If you do it, take it back, take half of the money and say you can go back." Cui Po interrupted her again and ordered.

What else is pomegranate yet to say? Seeing Cui Po’s face full of frost and tears were hanging on the corners of his eyes, I looked at the doctor of Zhen’s marijuana. I had no choice but to go. I got the money back soon and heard the doctor’s explanation to the young master. "Your mother is not seriously injured, but she has been too tired and has lost both qi and blood. I will take more care of it. On weekdays, I should pay attention to supplementing more nourishment. If it occurs again, it will be difficult to deal with it." I prescribed a few medicines and received eight-liter Zhenjin and left.

It was not until this time that Cherry did not respond: "Aunt Liu was only willing to plead forty cents. I said the young master said he would refund half of it, but she always refused..." After a while, Cui Po stopped her and handed over all the remaining 32 cents to her, asking her to get medicine, and then buy an old hen to come back.

After giving the order, Cui Po turned around and returned to the couch to stare at Cui Lu, who was still sleeping. The feeling was like a wanderer who had been separated for many years and found a loved one. He felt a different kind of peace and joy in his heart. He murmured: "Mother, I will definitely not let you suffer such pain again."

When the cherry bought the medicine, they fryed it and served it. The three of them made dinner and ate it in turn to accompany the night. By dawn, Cui Po woke up and Cui Lu had already woken up. Cui Po ordered the pomegranate to bring the chicken soup that had been kept overnight and feed it to his mother.

Cui Lu woke up and heard the whole story of Tsuzu. He knew that his son had worked hard, and he felt that his son had suddenly grown up in the past month. He felt very comforted in his heart, but he couldn't help feeling sad when he saw the old and coarse cloth round-necked shirt on his body. Cui Po didn't understand her thoughts, and used all kinds of methods to make her laugh. The two little girls were also teasing. The room was full of spring and full of joy.

After a while, a noise came from the village outside the courtyard. All the Cui tribes in the city had arrived at the village and were about to start the ceremony. At this moment, someone patted the gate of the courtyard. It seemed that the knocker was full of thoughts, and the knocking sound seemed light and slow.
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