The fat young master's servants had already grabbed the old man and were about to give him a beating. Then they heard a sound that was not painful or itchy in the distance. Then they saw a scholar in green shirt walking over with a smile. None of the servants had seen Meng Xinghe. Naturally, I thought he was a meddlesome person. He immediately separated some servants and walked towards him with their sleeves rolled up. Their eyes were quite ferocious. They said: "Poor scholar, if you don't want to be punched, get away immediately. We don't do your business here." "
Meng Xinghe's clothes are indeed old-fashioned. Even the servants look more polished than him. The servants all know that today's poor scholars are cynical and love to fight against injustice. They have faced such things before, and they are naturally very skillful in dealing with them.
Faced with the bad words, Meng Xinghe just smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, the sun is shining brightly. You are killing fish and pulling nets, rocking rocks to scoop water. Are you too impatient? I think your lovesickness is not good enough. It is no match for the golden mother jade. Tong, if you insist on being abducted and sold, I'm afraid that if you follow through on your words, your wisdom will be ruined."
It was different from what the onlookers thought. I thought that the scholar who suddenly appeared would turn into a hero to save the beauty. Who knew that he said a bunch of difficult words there, which immediately aroused everyone's curiosity.
There were endless whispers all around. The fat young man looked at Meng Xinghe carefully. He suddenly told his servants not to act rashly and said: "May I ask my brother how many sticks of incense are burned and how many gods are worshiped? How many people are enshrined by the gods?"
"Burn incense alone, worship three gods, and worship the little ghost, there are seven people." Meng Xinghe said with a smile.
When the fat young man heard his answer, he immediately let go of the woman in his hand and said with a smile: "I admire you. I admire you. Sanxiang, Wushen, and two little ghosts are worshiped. In front of the brother, they are also called little friends." Fat Young Master He had already arrived at Meng Xinghe's side and stretched out his hand to say hello. The servant let go of the old man. The woman who had been frivolous by him immediately ran over crying and looked at Meng Xinghe helplessly. Her astonished face could also be seen on her face. It shows some appreciation and gratitude.
"Haha..." Meng Xinghe laughed a few times. He didn't care about the confused looks of many people around him and said: "I am a Taoist, big or small. Taoyuan Menghualiu. Dare to ask my brother the Taoist number."
"Haha... Dongdu. Flowers are dead." The fat young man put his hand on Meng Xinghe's shoulder enthusiastically. He immediately said politely: "Brother Meng, since we are destined to meet each other, I will serve as a host. I will give you some for the kid in front of you. How about the incense?"
"I'm afraid this is not good." Meng Xinghe winked at the fat young man and said: "Now that the gods are protecting me, everything will go well. All the brats will be avoided. Forget about the incense."
The fat young man already understood what he meant. He laughed twice and said: "Brother Meng, Qingshan will not change. We will see you later. If you are still in Dongdu in the future, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you. Today is the Hundred Flowers Conference. There is a lot of fun to be had." Let me go look for you. Take your leave first."
Although the fat young man seemed very humble in front of Meng Xinghe, he was still so arrogant when dealing with other people. After talking to Meng Xinghe for a few words, he already ordered his servant to kick his way out of the crowd of onlookers. Amidst the curses, he continued. Go far away and be happy.
"Thank you, Brother Hua. Give me some face." Seeing the fat young man walking away, Meng Xinghe greeted him politely. The two men who were bullied by the fat young man helped him up and kept thanking Meng Xinghe for his kindness.
"Sir, thank you." Looking at Meng Xinghe, a god-like figure, the frivolous woman mumbled a few words, then supported her elderly father and walked towards the oxcart selling charcoal in the distance.
Meng Xinghe didn't know what to say. It was just a matter of words and not a big favor. After saying "you're welcome", he walked back to Yan Mengdie. He thought he wouldn't use a knife or a gun. He had done a good deed. Yan Mengdie might reward him with a kiss. Who knows, just as he approached the girl, his arm started to hurt. Before he could recover, Miss Mengdie pulled his arm and clung to him. He whispered in his ear: "Tell me honestly. What do you mean by burning incense, worshiping gods, and offering sacrifices to ghosts? Otherwise, you will have a good harvest today."
There was such a strong smell of gunpowder. Could this girl be a time bomb? There were so many people around. Meng Xinghe couldn't express the meaning of his previous conversation with the fat man loudly. He could only explain it quietly in Mengdie's ear. However, all he got in exchange was a beauty. A scolding voice.
"Bah, you are a dirty person. You are not ashamed to say those things." Mengdie pinched his waist hard and walked forward angrily: "You are really capable. You can worship seven brats with one person. Aren't your legs weak? .”
Meng Xinghe claims to be thick-skinned, but he can't resist Mengdie's words. Damn, this girl doesn't seem to know how powerful I am. She dares to question my ability. Next time, she must stay up all night.
He thought shamelessly in his heart, but he moved forward to meet him, tightly wrapped around Mengdie's hand, and said: "There are many people. I will hold your hand to prevent you from getting separated later."
Mengdie said "Yes" as a reply. The warm words that came out of her mouth were soft and tempting: "Mr. Sir, let's go in front and ask for a signature."
Meng Xinghe had already seen the magnificent temple in front of him. He was just hanging out anyway. He followed Yan Mengdie and said, "I listen to you. I don't know what kind of fortune my little baby wants to ask for. Marriage, future, or a child. I Personally, I think it’s better to ask for a child. You can know how long it will take for God to make you a mother. Oops, your leg is broken.”
Meng Xinghe howled. Mengdie had already glared at him a few times. "You are not serious. If you don't talk nonsense, you will die." She cursed and came to the stall in front of the temple where people were asking for fortune-telling.
Today is the Hundred Flowers Conference. There are many good men and women who come to worship Buddha. Meng Xinghe and Mengdie went to ask for fortune-telling. Xiao Sizi and his sister went to the temple as an excuse to pay homage.
"Girl, please ask for a fortune." I saw Mengdie and Meng Xinghe wandering in front of the fortune-telling booth. The master who interpreted the fortune-telling said kindly: "Marriage, destiny, wealth, and future can all be solved. I don't know what kind of fortune the girl wants to ask for." "
"We are begging for a child." Meng Xinghe suddenly came out from behind Mengdie and said with a playful smile: "We are begging for a child. Master, please explain this lot to us."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the lottery ticket.
"Trouble." Mengdie slapped his hand and whispered, "Master, please explain this lot to us. It's about fate." She glared at Meng Xinghe for a few times, then pulled out a lot and handed it to the interpreter. The master of.
The master took the lot from Mengdie, looked at it, and said, "Girl, this lot is for a man."
Mengdie glanced at Meng Xinghe, nodded and said, "Yes. The little girl is willing to listen to the master's advice."
According to the meaning of the lot, the master smiled lightly and said, "No idea. If the girl is asking for destiny, then this lot will be the top one. That man will be very rich and noble in the future. He is destined to be blessed and live a long life."
This old man is quite decent. He knows that the man is me, so he chooses nice words to bluff people. He just wants to defraud people of more incense money. Meng Xinghe doesn't think so. He has never believed in things about ghosts and gods. Although he doesn't care in his heart, he still speaks anxiously. Asked: "As the master said, does this lot have other meanings?"
The master of interpretation said with a smile: "If this girl asks for two things with one sign, then the sign contains two meanings. If you don't believe it, please ask the girl next to you."
Looking at the expression in Mengdie's eyes, Meng Xinghe knew that the master had guessed it right. He didn't even ask. He took out the broken silver from his arms and put it in the merit box next to him. He pulled Mengdie and walked outside.
Since I asked for it, it is not a good thing. From now on, my life will be smooth sailing. I will laugh in my dreams at night. As for what else Mengdie asked for, judging from the expression on the master's face, I am afraid it is not a good sign. Meng Xinghe simply backed down and refused to listen to those lies. The trick is to avoid affecting the baby's mood. It may even affect the relationship between the couple.
Meng Xinghe tried his best to smile and try to give Mengdie a more relaxed atmosphere. He came to the far side of the lottery booth and looked at the pair of men and women standing in front of a marriage tree and tying the red thread in their hands to the wooden sign with their names engraved on it. Throwing it at the marriage tree. Such an excellent opportunity to please Mengdie. How could Meng Xinghe let it go? He quickly bought a red thread and a wooden sign. After writing their names, he smiled at Mengdie and said, "Baby. .Look at how your wise and mighty husband surpasses everyone and throws this red thread to the top of the marriage tree."
He quickly became angry and made a move to bid. Seeing his foolish look, Mengdie laughed angrily and said, "Idiot. How can you throw a red line like this? It should be like this... Take a look."
Mengdie said and demonstrated. Only then did Meng Xinghe know that throwing a wooden sign with a red thread on it requires both men and women to throw half of it and work together to throw it to the marriage tree opposite. As long as they hang on it, the two will get married in this life. As a couple. And the higher they are, the happier they are.
So that's it. Meng Xinghe immediately had an epiphany. Seeing Mengdie finally smile, he immediately said nonsensically: "Okay. Match men and women. We won't be tired of working. We will work hard together to create a happy life. I will shout one, two, three. Let's throw it at the same time." How about to the top of the tree."
Mengdie nodded silently and listened to Meng Xinghe as the commander-in-chief.
"one"
"two"
"three"
The third time he came out, the two of them worked together. They smiled and threw out the wooden sign with their names tied in their hands.
A red arc streaked through the air, like a single-color rainbow. A moment later, the wooden plaque with the names of the two people was hung on the highest place of the marriage tree. It swayed back and forth, like two strings of bells touching each other. Being together makes many men and women around who have not succeeded feel very discouraged.
Meng Xinghe happily pecked Mengdie on the face and said: "Baby, no one can separate us in this life. Tell me what else you asked for before. It's uncomfortable to hold it in your heart. I'll share it with you." "
"No..." A trace of loneliness flashed across Mengdie's face, and she replied firmly: "I don't want to say it now. You will know one day."
It's so mysterious. It can't be my problem again. This possibility is relatively high. Mengdie even asked about his own destiny. By the way, it's common sense to ask about marriage. I now have three beautiful wives. .I am still afraid of a bad marriage. After going to Beijing to take the imperial examination, I will find a small official and return to Taoyuan. I will serve the three ladies well and take my mother to Taoyuan County. Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy life in peace.
Meng Xinghe made a plan in his mind and completely put aside the doubts in his heart. While playing with Mengdie, he saw many men and women hurriedly running to the street in front of the temple and standing next to the marriage tree. Waiting for someone important to arrive. Eager and full of hope.
For a time, there were suddenly more people on the street in front of the temple. They were all standing next to each other on the street, leaving a wide aisle in the middle of the street, waiting for the arrival of important people from afar.
From a distance, I saw dozens of colorful lions opening the way on the street in front of me. Behind them were many blue-clad girls spreading flowers to lead the way. The sound of gongs, drums, and suonas was deafening. Colorful ceremonial guards were fluttering in the wind. A huge horse-drawn carriage was bustling there. Coming slowly under the trick.
This lively atmosphere was similar to when high officials came out to inspect the public sentiment. The cheers on both sides of the street were extremely exciting. Some even couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts and shouted loudly.
"Fairy aunt..."
"Fairy aunt..."
Amidst the roaring sound, Mengdie was already a little excited, holding Meng Xinghe's hand and running towards the huge car that was driving.