Chapter 29: Practice

On the ninth day of the 12th month of the 45th year of the Kangxi reign, the old lady was in the funeral after the Weaving Mansion was stopped by the Qiqiqi. Cao Yin and Cao Yong and his son, as the eldest son and grandson, helped the spirit to the north and arrived in Fengrun, Zhili on December 27th. After burying the coffin of the old lady, Cao Yin sent his entourage to retreat first, and had a conversation with his son in front of the tomb of the old lady.

"I will send you to Qingliang Temple to practice, and I will also pray for the old lady to keep filial piety and pray for you, and it can also temper your mood!" Cao Yin said in an unquestionable tone.

"Qingliang Temple, practice, and keep filial piety?" Cao Yong was very surprised. He had imagined various opportunities when he grew up, but never thought about the possibility of becoming a monk: "Will I become a monk?" Cao Yong felt funny in his heart. He was lazy and greedy, and his six senses were unclean. Where could he have the qualifications of a monk?

Cao Yin shook his head: "It's not that he became a monk, but that he went to the temple to practice for twenty-seven months."

Cao Yong's expression became solemn: "What should my father practice? Do you want to be kind to others?"

Cao Yin looked at Cao Yong's eyes: "The content of practice depends on what Yong'er's ambition is? If Yong'er's ambition is based on literature, then Confucian etiquette and the works of the sages are your practice; if Yong'er's ambition is based on martial arts, then "The Art of War" and "The Wumu Formation" are your practice."

Cao Yong opened his eyes wide. It seemed that Cao Yin wanted to strengthen his education. If that's the case alone, is it necessary to do it in a temple?

Cao Yong looked at Cao Yin and wanted to speak up for some reason: "My son's wish is to live to ninety-nine and live to ninety-nine freely. The premise is to not be a slave and never put his life in the hands of others."

Cao Yin's answer to Cao Yong was not surprised. He sighed and murmured: "The eagle shook its wings towards the sky, time and fate!"

When Cao Yong heard Cao Yin's words, "Time is the fate" and did not understand the meaning, he looked at Cao Yin.

Cao Yin smiled bitterly and said, "You are still the heartache left by being kidnapped that year. Speaking of which, I am sorry for you and can't protect you! You have suffered so much before returning to the mansion, but you no longer waste your time like in the past. You can study and practice martial arts without anyone giving any more points. Four years are like rain and snow, and your mind is so tenacious."

According to the mourning ceremony, after the death of the old lady of Sun, Cao Yin and Cao Quan, as sons, should have been 27 months old. Cao Quan was fine, so he reported Ding You as usual. Cao Yin was taken away and was mourned for 9981 days later. In order to fulfill his filial piety, Cao Yin sent his legitimate son Cao Yong to Qingliang Temple to pray for the old lady who died.

In Qingliang Temple, Cao Yong began a slightly long life of practice.

Cao Yong's practice content was not the works of his ancestors or military script formations, but the "Biography of the Flatters" excerpted from historical materials of various dynasties and dynasties. After reading them three times, Cao Yin asked someone to send them "Biography of the Famous Ministers". Cao Yong secretly thought about whether his father wanted to cultivate himself into a powerful minister, and learned about the conspiracy from "Biography of the Famous Ministers".

Cao Yong thought about the Qing history he knew. When Kangxi ascended the throne when he was young, he was most afraid of powerful ministers. Several powerful ministers from the Kangxi Dynasty, Aobai, Mingzhu, and Soetu, each of them ended up well. According to historical records, Yongzheng was a king with little kindness and little favor, and he was the most suspicious of his subordinates, so he set up a stick to secretly monitor all officials. It was better to be in the Qianlong Dynasty, but Qianlong had been fighting in the early days, and later he was seventy-eighty-year-old, so whether he could live was still the same.

In Qingliang Temple, the residence is simple and there is no one to serve. After all, Cao Yong lived in a dormitory when he was studying in his previous life and had a good self-care ability. What he couldn't stand was that he used vegetarian food here, without any oil stars. Cao Yong didn't know if he was considered a carnivorous, but he was definitely not a vegetarian. Because he had already made an appointment with Cao Yin, he would not leave Qingliang Temple without completing his practice. Cao Yong was unwilling to say anything, but he was not willing to be too wronged. In this way, the animals on the mountain behind Qingliang Temple would be in trouble.

Taking homemade bows and arrows and a small bag of salt stolen from the kitchen, he went to the back mountain to catch a hare or pheasant, roasted it and gave it a tooth sacrifice, which became a compulsory course for Cao Yong every now and then.

Weaving house, study room.

Cao Yin looked at Cao Yong's daily daily record reported by the spy, and there was a little more smile on his face.

After one minute, I got up at Mao hour, washed up for a quarter of an hour, and went to the Buddhist temple to attend morning class with everyone in the temple. After the morning class was over, I returned to the yard to practice the sword for the first half of the hour. Chen Shi used breakfast and started reading at the second hour. At noon, I went to the back mountain and shot a pheasant and a hare, and shared it with the little monk who went up the mountain to collect firewood.

Zhuang Chang looked at Cao Yin's smile, touched his beard, and pointed it a little bit cramped: "Brother Dongting, in order not to let the eldest son be disturbed by external objects, he sent him to Qingliang Temple to practice. The arrangement is appropriate. Just let the eldest son be vegetarian, Brother Dongting seems to have impure intentions!"

Seeing Zhuang's common sense, Cao Yin smiled and said, "This man is very thoughtful and mature. He blindly grants power and plans. His temperament will inevitably become gloomy. If he does not make such arrangements, how could he force his nature to reveal it."

In April of the 46th year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi, Longjing, West Lake, was accepted as a tribute tea. Suddenly, the price of Longjing tea rose by more than a hundred times.

In May of the 47th year of the Kangxi reign, Cao Yingong, Jiangning Weaving Mansion, presented two new teas. Among them, Fujian tea was named "Tieguanyin" by Kangxi, and Suzhou tea was named "Yinzhen".

On December 15, 2018, the 47th year of the Kangxi reign, Taihu Lake sent the first batch of pearls raised by mother clams. There were 879 pearls, including 55 gold beads, 136 black beads, 291 pink beads, and the rest were white jewelry. If the color was divided, 16 first-class beads, 52 second-class beads, 177 third-class beads, and the rest were scattered beads.

Each color pearl is first filled with small boxes according to color, and then divided into different grids according to grade.

There are not many pearls, but Cao Yin and Zhuang Chang both feel a lot of emotion.

"I really didn't expect that the old man's artificial pearl raising was a small success. To be honest, I felt it was incredible when I heard it." Zhuang Chang picked up a pearl and put it in front of him and looked at it carefully.

Cao Yin looked at the few boxes containing pearls in front of him, but his heart was already stormy. After sending Cao Yong to Qingliang Temple, Cao Yin asked someone to move the books in his study to him to read them one by one. Although occasionally a few books mentioned overseas, it was just a few words. No book mentioned the methods or allusions of raising pearls.

Qingliang Temple, the hillside of the back mountain.

Behind the bushes, two little heads gathered together and stared at the open space not far away. On the open space, a round basket was set up, and golden millet was scattered below. In the air, several birds were hovering.

It was the cold winter month, and two more heavy snowfalls were falling, and the hares and pheasants in the back mountain were almost extinct. Cao Yong ate seven or eight vegetarian meals and began to think of sparrows. He started this simple trap as he knew in the books of his previous life. In the two years at Qingliang Temple, Cao Yong was more calm. If he hadn't come to the back mountain to catch rabbits and chickens every now and then, he would have thought that his mood was seventy-eight years old.
Chapter completed!