Chen Pingan believed that he knew the temperament of Emperor Song He quite well, so even if the other party came to the village school in person, it would not be a surprise, but rather a reasonable feeling. Of course, Chen Pingan did not have the idea of ​​​​pledging three invitations and three resignations.
But I never expected that Song He and his party would just stay like this. Judging from the posture, since you, Chen Pingan, said you would consider that matter at the dinner table, then we will wait for your exact answer and wait for you to think about it.
Let’s talk about it later. Isn’t this just being a rogue?
Chen Ping'an didn't know about this at first. He had just delivered the meal to the door before, thinking that Song He and the others would go to the county seat or Yanzhou Prefecture to settle down.
After roughly settling in their residence, Yu Mian and Yu Yu were of course busy with the work. The governor Pei Tong and the general Chu Liang had returned to their respective offices, and the minister Zhao Yao had also left. Song He was walking alone in the village, looking at the old houses and family properties here.
The thin ones are all yellow mud houses, while the ones from more prosperous families have white walls and black tiles, with patios where water can return to the hall. The village is paved with long bluestone slabs, which are covered with shoes coming and going year after year.
The wheels and oxen's hooves were rubbed so brightly that they became even brighter when the moonlight shone on them.
Most people in a village have one surname. The elderly and children are all ranked according to their seniority. The character in the middle of the name is the seniority.
After Song He went out, he was barked by a local dog more than once before he had walked a few steps. To be honest, Song He was really scared. He was afraid that he would be bitten by a dog, so he couldn't fight with the dog.
Let's just go back and see people with a limp, but it will be very embarrassing.
As he walked, Song He, who was indeed a little frightened, laughed at himself and looked around. Then Song He saw Chen Ping'an in a green shirt and long coat at the end of the village, who was smoking cigarettes with a few old men.
The teacher, with a relaxed attitude, crossed his legs, exposed a thousand-layer cloth shoe, tilted his head slightly, slanted his shoulders, listening to the idle talk of the old people on the side, smiling and nodding from time to time. It seemed that although Chen Pingan
He is an outsider, but he can chat with the locals very well.
Further away, there were women and girls chatting about trivial matters about their parents. Song He just glanced at them from a distance and found that several girls among them were quite concerned about the elegant and elegant teacher.
Seeing Song He's figure, Chen Ping'an took a puff of dry smoke. After all, he was an emperor, and he was so unkind in his work. He thought he was picking up pork strips from someone's beam on New Year's Eve to collect debts.
?
Seeing this scene, Song He suppressed his laughter and sat silently next to Chen Pingan. The so-called bench was actually a long wooden board placed on top of two piles of blue bricks. Poor Emperor, half of his buttocks was hanging in the air.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to move his position to make some space for Song He.
Song He couldn't understand the dialect here, so Chen Pingan helped explain. It turned out that they were talking about an important matter. Yesterday, an old man passed away in the village and died. However, just because the old man did not have the same surname as the villager, according to this
According to the local customs, it is not allowed to enter the village ancestral hall to set up a mourning hall. The elder's descendants are not happy and threaten to break in tonight if the ancestral hall does not open. Anyone who dares to stop them will be beaten in.
Song He asked: "If it is Mr. Chen, how should we solve it?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "On the one hand, it is filial piety, and on the other hand, it is custom. How can we solve this kind of thing? There is no way to solve it."
A barefoot boy caught a strange fish with two long beards and a huge head from Wunitan, which is very good at praying for rain. It had a golden body and was as long as an adult's arm. It curled up around the boy's waist.
Inside the fish basket.
Passing by the village, Chen Pingan glanced at the fish basket, called out the young man's name and waved.
The young man walked quickly towards Chen Ping'an and called Mr. Chen.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded in greeting, and then moved the fish basket with the bamboo stick dry smoke in his hand. The young man glanced at Song He beside Chen Pingan, mistakenly thinking that his husband was entertaining guests tonight, opened a small stove, and had a midnight snack together.
The young man took off the fish basket from his waist without hesitation and handed it to Mr. Chen.
Chen Pingan waved his hand and spoke in a dialect that Song He couldn't understand. The young man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Chen Pingan, nodded vigorously, fastened the fish basket again, and ran away.
Song He asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, what's going on?"
Chen Ping'an didn't give an answer immediately. He just raised his cigarette pole, pointed in the direction of a mountain in the distance, and told Song He roughly about the efficacious rain prayers of Wu Nitan, and the crucian carp, loach and other aquatic animals in the pond on the top of the mountain.
There was a faint golden line on Du's back. Chen Ping'an pointed to the mountain behind him with his cigarette pole and said that place was the highest. The local people called it Xiaotianlong, which is a saying passed down from generation to generation.
Song He was a serious person. As for the legends of strange things, as the king of the Great Li Dynasty, he had often heard of them, let alone seen them rarely. He asked: "Is it really the kind of dragons who were demoted to the Dragon Palace on land in the early years and moved to the left in Wunitan?"
To rest, do you need to imprison yourself in a place and travel with clouds and rain for how many years to make up for your mistakes?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "These are all stories passed down from generation to generation here. It's hard to tell whether they are true or false, and what the facts are. If I had known you would ask this, I would have asked Lu Chen to get to the bottom of it and asked him to help deduce it.
Deduction.”
Song He stabilized his mind and asked softly: "Has Headmaster Lu been here?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "I've just been here. It can be said that Master Lu walked in front, and you guys came in behind."
Song He suddenly realized that the disappearance of Zhu Lu, the assistant officer of the Weaving Bureau in the team, was probably inseparable from the headmaster of Baiyu Jinglu.
Song He asked curiously: "Did Mr. Chen persuade the boy to release the fish? Is it some of the specialties of cultivating on the mountain?"
Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "This actually has nothing to do with the mountains. It is an old saying in my hometown, and it is indeed a bit taboo. You have to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the water to eat the water. You have to believe this. What's more, if you don't believe this, you can still
Believe it or not. It was only after I went out that I realized that many things were the same. For example, in my hometown and here, someone would go up the mountain and catch the stone frog along the stream. The first one he caught would break one of its legs before releasing it.
, cannot be taken home."
Song He said: "Is this a way of paying respect to the mountain god?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "Yes. If you encounter a three-legged stone frog on the mountain again, no matter if you go up the mountain to catch it for half an hour or an hour, you will have to go back home. And today, similar to that young man
, if you are fishing for a big fish that looks strange and strange at first glance, or even a little frightened, it depends on the face of the strange fish. If it looks bitter, you can kill it and eat it, it doesn’t matter. If it looks like it is
It’s best to let go of that smiling face.”
Song He was silent for a moment and sighed for no reason, "In the final analysis, whether you rely on mountains and rivers or rely on the sky for food."
Chen Ping'an remained silent and puffed out smoke.
There are also mysterious and unreasonable similarities between the hometown dialect and the local dialect. Whenever they talk about the season and climate, or the scorching heat or cold, the villagers will be used to saying a sentence in their hometown dialect, either starting or ending with three words, "Tiangong".
His tone couldn't be described as complaining, at most he was helpless. He looked up at the sky and sighed.
Farmers who face the fields and turn their backs to the sky will naturally be blessed by God when they encounter good times and good years.
Song He obviously just endured the heavy smoke here.
Chen Pingan put away his cigarette rod, said goodbye to the old people, and took Song He for a walk outside the village.
Song He asked: "What did Mr. Chen talk about with a young and strong man just now?"
Chen Ping'an said: "That man is a very nice person. He is the father of a village school boy. His family is relatively poor. He is a mason. There are seniors and juniors. He is willing to do any job that can make money. He carries trees, burns charcoal and raises silkworms.
He picks tea, does everything, and even though he can't drink enough, he also likes drinking, and the quality of the wine is a bit poor. I just tried to persuade him to be a little more restrained at the wine table, not to drink too much, and to have a few drinks as soon as the wine table is served.
He can't stop him, he gets drunk and goes crazy, and he dares to say anything."
"I just made a joke, saying that you are not a person who drinks, but a person who drinks wine. Fortunately, he didn't get angry after hearing this."
"Tell him again, don't always talk about other people's faults and incompetences at the wine table. For a fellow villager, if you look up but don't look down, even the whispers under the quilt may be overheard, let alone this kind of thing.
If you make a few drunken remarks at a drinking table, you will offend others and be held grudges in vain. As time goes by, if your peers don’t talk about it, the next generation will suffer the consequences.”
Hearing this, Song He found it very interesting and asked with a smile: "Does he think it makes sense?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I probably listened to it at the moment, but I don't know if I will remember it next time I go to the wine table."
Not to mention anything else, just drinking, including Chen Ping'an himself, I really want to learn more from Jing Qing. At the drinking table, I feel that everyone is great, and they are all the first heroes in the world.
The key is sincerity.
Because what Chen Lingjun said while drinking was what was in his heart.
Song He Zi Gu Zi said a truth: "As the proverb says, 'A room is filled with anger, and a city is driven by color.' To gain knowledge, it is possible to know sounds based on the ears, and it is possible to know shapes based on the eyes. However, the knowledge must be awaited by the heavenly officials.
It is necessary to record the categories and then use them. If the name is not solid, it is appropriate to make a convention. If it is a convention, it is appropriate to call it. If it is different from the convention, it is inappropriate."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
Song He is using a new way to speak well of his husband.
Song He showed a somewhat nostalgic look, looked forward, and said softly: "Back then, my husband once told me that there was a very talented monk from the Vinaya Sect. Before he became a monk, he said two very good things, saying that virtue wins in the world.
Those who have a peaceful heart can see people's strengths and weaknesses, so they can be approved by their mouths. People with weak virtues can be arrogant in their hearts. They can hate people's good and bad deeds, so they can be despised by their eyes. Finally, the teacher said, the former can put their feet under their feet.
The road gets wider and wider, and the road becomes narrower and narrower."
"Perhaps a person with such a state can see that the streets are full of saints, and there is no one in the world who is not a good person."
Chen Ping'an's hand holding the cigarette rod went around behind him, tapped his back gently, nodded, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is still the same, more knowledgeable and gentle."
Song He said: "These are all Mr.'s teachings."
Chen Pingan said: "Since you have listened, it is your truth."
Song He felt that the atmosphere and timing of the walk tonight were good, so he began to talk frankly and expressed his inner thoughts, "Literati all like to say that the wind and moon are impermanent, and only the idle are the masters. To be honest, I When I headed south, my original intention was to stop at the logging institute of Yuzhang County, Hongzhou. The reason why I changed my route here was due to impulse. I was afraid that Mr. Chen would be too disappointed with our Dali Dynasty, and I was not afraid of jokes when he said it. I didn't dare to remind Yunzhou Pei Tong and Chuzhou Wu Yuan that these officials seemed to be serving as officials under Mr. Chen's nose. I was afraid that they would cause extraneous matters and add unnecessary unnecessary trouble. If they were seen through, they would only cause a bigger joke. On the way here, I saw plum trees by the bridge and the river. I parked my car there. I was stunned for a while. I was afraid of Mr. Chen's current mentality. If you are not satisfied, what can Dili do to me? Just another thought. , If it is really a branch of plum in an ancient stream, the road is far away and the mountains are winding, waiting for the bright moon to find me... that would be fine. Even if I am rejected by Mr. Chen, I have a clear conscience. "
Not only did Chen Ping'an not express any recognition, but he went even further and joked half-truthfully, "Oh? Now you have a clear conscience?"
Song He was speechless for a moment.
Why do you feel that you are not as good as a country villager who is not very good at drinking wine, so that Mr. Chen can be patient and pay attention to his words?
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "One inch of time, one inch of gold. Who is this good truth meant for? I'm afraid it's good enough if scholars can understand it."
Song He had an illusion, as if he had returned to his youth, listening to his mentor who was the national teacher, leading him to walk in the streets of the capital, and telling people and things whatever he encountered.
At the wine table here, Chen Pingan once heard something.
"There is no fame in this life."
When the old man said this, he was neither drunk nor complaining, but his tone was indifferent and his expression was calm.
Song He apologized: "I have a soft ear, Mr. Chen, please don't mind."
Song He is still worried about his wife taking matters into her own hands, because the incident about the string of spiritual beads made Chen Pingan feel unhappy.
To be continued...