Huang Daopo said with tears in her eyes: "Yes, Boss Yang, if it weren't for you to take me in, how could this little girl be where she is today? Not to mention getting to know the young master, even her own life might be in danger."
"Okay, okay, okay." Boss Yang heard it very clearly this time and laughed heartily. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say except saying "Okay". He had been wandering all his life and never married. In his later years, he could
Having an adopted daughter makes me feel satisfied.
"The foster father is here, please pay homage to your daughter."
"My dear daughter, get up quickly."
Fang Ling was also happy for the two of them: "This is very good. Boss Yang is also a good person and will be rewarded well."
Boss Yang helped Huang Daopo up and said, "Good girl, you rest here for a while. I'll go to the boat and pick you up after I finish my work."
"Sister Huang, your name is so strange." Fang Ling asked after Boss Yang and Li Shan left.
"Miss, the little girl's surname is Huang, and she is also from the Huang family. She just didn't have a name since she was a child. Later, she became a child bride at the patriarch's house, so she was called Huang Daopo."
"This name doesn't sound good. Brother, you can do anything. Why don't you come up with a name for Sister Huang."
I smiled and thought to myself, the three characters "Huang Daopo" are very famous in later generations, and I couldn't change them randomly, so I said: "The name is just a code name. This name is really okay for me. I don't think I should change it."
.I believe that within three years, Miss Huang’s name will be famous everywhere.”
"Why, brother, can you figure this out?"
Huang Daopo asked puzzledly: "Calculate?"
Fang Ling smiled and said: "Sister Huang doesn't know something, but my brother is a super calculator."
Huang Daopo seemed to believe it: "Could it be that the young master is an immortal descending to earth?"
Wenzhou Huang's cloth shop.
Huang Dao said with a bitter face: "Second uncle, why did I feel so distracted just now?"
"Yes, we do too." Huang San and Xiaosi said together.
"Yes, there are masters among those people. I heard a friend say that when martial arts is practiced to the extreme, an invisible force called momentum will be produced. This invisible force can make the opponent feel oppressed. Maybe
This is the phenomenon you have encountered. Alas, my second uncle has felt it just like you."
"Second uncle, what about this matter?"
Huang Yunshui sighed and was silent for a moment before saying: "Huang Dao, tell the truth to the clan leader when you go back. We can't afford to offend these people. Okay, just rest here and don't go out. Wait until the second uncle goes out to do something and comes back."
Say it again."
This is a very common small alley in Wenzhou Prefecture. The alley is a bit dilapidated and there are few people coming and going. A sleepy old Taoist priest is sitting at the entrance of the alley. There is a simple small square table in front and a long flag behind it.
, the two characters "divine fortune teller" were written in the letter, and Ganqing was a fortune teller. However, the business was extremely poor, and there was not even a single person to meet him at the end of the morning. It seemed that his knowledge was too shallow, and almost no one came to visit.
Huang Yunshui looked around and saw that there was no one around. He sat opposite the Taoist priest and said, "Please take a look at my fortune and tell me my fortune."
The old Taoist priest seemed to be still half asleep, so he reluctantly opened his eyes and said, "I wonder who this good man is?"
Huang Yunshui looked around again and saw that no one was paying attention, so he lowered his voice and said: "Master Liang, this morning my subordinates met several people on the dock who claimed to be from the Shifeng Trading Company in the capital. They seemed to be with Hu Feng in Jin Dynasty.
The people I met in Washington were very similar."
"Really? Have you ever fought against each other?" The old Taoist priest became energetic.
Huang Yunshui smiled bitterly and said: "Fortunately, there should be a top master among those people. If my subordinates predict correctly, he can generate the kind of invisible power and momentum that the helmsman once said."
"What, there is still momentum?" The old Taoist priest suddenly calmed down and said, "I have only heard the president mention this kind of momentum. It seems that it can only be generated when you reach the level of the president."
"Like the president? Isn't that the top master in the martial arts world?" Huang Yunshui said, and secretly comforted, "Fortunately, I didn't fight them."
"Old Huang, please go back first. I will immediately send a letter to the General Assembly via carrier pigeon to inform the General Assembly. Please wait for instructions from the General Assembly. Before that, don't act rashly. As for the fact that some of them can create momentum, don't mention it in advance.
After all, it couldn’t be confirmed.”
"Yes, Captain Liang."
"Yes." Captain Liang looked at the people coming and going around, and suddenly raised his voice and said: "This good man, your fortune is very good. As long as you deal with it carefully, you will be able to have good fortune in times of trouble."
Huang Yunshui understood and said: "Thank you, Taoist priest, this little thing is not respectful."
Leader Liang watched Huang Yunshui leave, looked at the broken silver in his hand, shook it, and said to himself: "Close the stall, this little silver is enough to drink a pot at night."
About an hour later, Mr. Yang and Li Shan returned to Ruian Teahouse.
"Sir, the cargo loading and unloading of the Huating has been completed and it is ready to depart at any time." Li Shanhui reported.
I nodded, stood up and said, "Okay, it's time for us to set off."
"Sister Huang, let's say goodbye here and see you again when we get to Fuzhou."
"Well, sir, miss, please take care of yourself. The little girl will come to you immediately when she arrives in Fuzhou." Huang Daopo bowed respectfully to me and Fang Ling, said goodbye to us reluctantly, and followed Mr. Yang to the mountain.
Boarded the Huating.
"Get on your horse and set off." I gave the order, and everyone got on their horses, said goodbye to Li Shan, and headed south.
On this trip to Fujian Road, although we haven't reached our destination yet, I met Huang Daopo, a wizard in the weaving industry, on the way, and I was in a good mood.
There are countless folk craftsmen in ancient times, but due to the indifference of the rulers, very few can be passed down to the world. Coupled with the closed concepts of these artists, many skills can only disappear silently in the long river of history.
Even the great scientist Shen Kuo, whose masterpiece "Mengxi Bi Tan" could not be passed down to later generations in its entirety, let alone a folk artist? Most of the elegance of the ancient civilization has become the dream of later generations of archaeologists, and has become the sought-after material for novels and TV shows.
Qiandao Lake is located in Chun'an County at the junction of Zhejiang and Anhui. It is named after it has 1078 islands dotted around it.
In a small village to the north of the lake, two white pigeons landed in an independent courtyard one after another. This courtyard is located at the southernmost end of the village, adjacent to the shore of Qiandao Lake. There was silence in the courtyard. A man in his forties
A middle-aged man was admiring the various flowers in the yard, using his fingers as knives from time to time to prune the branches and leaves. An old man in gray clothes followed closely behind him.
There is a large pigeon shed in a corner of the yard. Two pigeons are parked quietly on the shed, waiting for the arrival of their owner.
The old man in gray clothes saw the pigeon landing, walked forward, fed the pigeon some food, took off the paper tied to the pigeon's leg, and then put the pigeon into shed No. 2.
"Where did the news come from?" The middle-aged man was still looking at the flowers.
"Master, it came from Site 2."
The old man in gray clothes walked over and handed the note to the middle-aged man.
After reading it, the middle-aged man said: "It came from the Wenzhou branch of the Tongmenghui. It said that the opponent Hu Feng met last time in Jinhua Mansion was discovered in Wenzhou. The opponent claimed to be Shifeng Trading Company from Lin'an."
"Is it the Shifeng Trading Company that produces MSG?"
"Probably so."
The old man in gray clothes respectfully asked for instructions: "Master, how should I deal with it?"
The middle-aged man continued to admire the flowers without turning his head, and answered the question: "Flowers bloom and fall, from seeds to flowers, and finally form seeds and sink into the soil. Such reincarnations continue. But why do humans, as the spirit of all things, not form reincarnations?"
Woolen cloth?"
The old man in gray thought for a while and said: "Human beings have been thinking about this problem for thousands of years, but they have never been able to solve it."
"Mr. Suo, the problem lies in the word thinking."
The man in gray clothes wondered: "What? Master, is it wrong to think about it?"