Hearing the sound, the little girl in the pavilion burst into tears, her heart broken.
If the bald peach tree in the yard had little hands, it would cover its little ears with both hands.
Abbot Xinhe tried to soothe Fat Huahua in a gentle voice, but saw that he could not calm her down and her condition was getting worse.
The little girl's voice was shrill and thin, more like a scream than crying.
Fat Huahua is strong and has excellent lung capacity. He calls without taking a breath.
Abbot Xinhe's forehead looked like it had been hammered with a hole, and he used an awl to dig and dig in the tiny hole...
The Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and the Dharma is infinite.
Abbot Xinhe decided to let her go. He pulled out a jade bell pendant wrapped with red thread from his sleeve pocket and tied it around Pang Huahua's waist, clearly expressing that both the Buddha and he were determined to protect her. After looking at Xianjin with a firm look, he fled like a flash.
Xianjin stared at the escaping figure with an immortal look in astonishment, speechless for a moment.
Hey, you know what, this monk has pretty good athletic ability.
Like jumping over hurdles while wearing a monk's robe.
Fat Huahua was tired of crying, holding the jade bell pendant tightly in her hand. As soon as she returned to the old house, she followed Zhang Ma around the kitchen. Zhang Ma was so excited that tears streamed down her face. She picked up a knife and fished out a lean live fish from the sink. She sliced the fish meat into thin slices, quickly blanched it in the boiling old hen broth for a few breaths, then scooped it out and threw it on the fragrant and chewy hand-rolled noodles with eggs.
Fat Huahua still wanted to eat, but Mother Zhang kept calling her "ancestor" and "my darling" and refused to give her an extra bowl of noodles.
Middle-aged and elderly women have their own logic for keeping healthy. "... after being poor for a long time and then suddenly becoming rich, you should forget yourself. If you have been hungry for a long time, you should not eat too much, as it will damage your spleen and stomach."
Mother Zhang caressed the fat little Huahua lovingly, muttering, "Let's take it slow. Mother Zhang will make you some white jade cakes later, and we'll eat them with water containing water chestnuts and honey. In the evening, we'll have some roasted lamb ribs with coarse salt, and then mother will make you some red bean and barley soup... Look at how thin our little Baozhu is, her face has become unrecognizable."
Xianjin's eyes moved from Baozhu's chubby face to the back of her chubby hands.
So thin.
......
Chen Jianfang was not at home for several days in a row. He would go out early and come back late. Sometimes he would come home in the evening with a frown on his face and even not say a word.
Xianjin knew what Chen Jianfang was busy with. According to what Prefect Xiong said, Master Qiao would not be able to come back for a while. It would take at least one or two years, and there was no telling what would happen to the teachers and students in the mountain courtyard. Students from wealthy families were fine. Their families would send a carriage to pick them up. When they returned, they could ask a teacher to help them make the transition, or pack them up and force them into the government school or the prefectural school. It was very convenient to pay money to clear the way.
There were also some fence-sitters who were afraid that trouble would arise within their own ranks and affect innocent people, so they packed up their things at night and ran away faster than rabbits.
This part does not require anyone else to worry about.
The ones who really need help and concern are the group of scholars who are about to take the exams or who are devoted to studying but are poor and helpless.
Chen Jianfang, together with several teachers and three or four juren, formed a line to take care of the aftermath of this small number of candidates. For the scholars who were going to take the exam next year, if they were the provincial examination for the scholar, Chen Jianfang and two teachers would rent a courtyard in the suburbs of the city, not charging tuition fees, and even providing a meal at noon, until the next autumn examination.
As for those who were about to take the imperial examination, Chen Jianfang asked his senior brother, who was familiar with him, to help him, and he also followed Cui Heng's path and was recommended to study in the official school of Xuancheng Prefecture.
For students like Du Junning, who were poor but love to study, they were asked by Boss Shang to pack them up and send them to Master Qin. Later, in order to treat everyone equally, this group of top talents was divided up among several county schools and private schools around Jing County.
In response to this, the old teacher of Jing County came to the old house, borrowed the Chen family's wine to offer Chen Jianfang tea, and thanked him with tears in his eyes, "A gentleman of great righteousness, who knows not to suffer in the frontier, even if he dies, his chivalrous spirit will still be remembered. You are willing to do this, and Dean Qiao should be very happy, he should be very happy!"
As he said this, he was about to pour the wine in his hand onto the ground.
Chen Jianfang was quick to stop him.
Xianjin:...
Mr. Qiao was soaked in water, not buried in the soil!
However, seeing the old teacher with tears in his eyes and the look of someone who would take over, Xianjin knew that Chen Jianfang's stepping forward to deal with the aftermath had at least made him famous in Xuancheng Prefecture, and he had won the admiration and praise of some scholars in Southern Zhili.
It is always a great thing for a scholar to have a reputation.
Xianjin smiled and said, "...the reputation of a gentleman will spread far and wide. If our imperial examinations were still based on selecting the virtuous, you wouldn't have to study hard for another three years."
At that time, Chen Jianfang was drinking the Sterculia lychnophora and Fritillaria cirrhosa soup prepared by Zhang's mother. Hearing Xianjin's words, Chen Jianfang swallowed the soup with difficulty. He had been running around outside for more than ten days in a row, and said in one day the same amount of words he had spoken in the previous eight days. His throat was red and swollen, and he had to swallow saliva like swallowing a razor blade.
"...not for fame."
Chen Jianfang's voice was hoarse, like a piece of delicate and shiny silk falling on a bare branch and being torn into rough edges and fragments.
Xianjin smiled, "I know you're not doing this for fame!" He handed over the loquat paste next to the pear soup, "Although it's not for fame, after doing so much, isn't it nice to get a compliment? - This is a family secret recipe sent by Doctor Wang. People heard that you ran around for Master Qiao and were speechless, so they specially sent it to me."
Chen Jianfang's eyes warmed up, and he reached out to take the loquat paste, choking his throat, "Do you also think I did a good thing?"
Xianjin smiled again, "Running for your teacher is great loyalty; running for the younger generation is great righteousness; giving free lessons and tutoring to the younger generation is great virtue... You should be praised, of course I think you have done a good thing."
Chen Jianfang lowered his head, resting his chin on his collar, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "If you think it's good, then it's good."
The young man's voice was so crisp and it just tickled Xianjin's heart.
Xianjin turned around a little uncomfortably, not knowing what to feel.
It seems that nothing she thinks is right.
From the dried flowers stuck in the book, to the words "I'll do as you say" that Chen Jianfang seemed to have said a few days ago, to today's words "If you think it's good, it's good over there"... She scratched her heart and liver, but she didn't know where it itched. She scratched with all her ten fingers, but to no avail!
Xianjin opened his mouth, then after a while, closed it again.
Who cares what he means!
When dealing with people, any person, you should not look at what they say, but what they do.
Why did she now treat Chen Fu as her stepfather? Wasn't it because Chen Fu treated her without any defense? Wasn't it because Chen Fu thought of her when he ate delicious food and played fun things? Wasn't it because Chen Fu treated her as his own daughter first?
If Chen Fu calls her "little darling" and "good girl" every day, but is always wary of her, suspicious of her, and does not allow her to interfere in anything in the shop, is this love?
Not really.
This is a verbal warning.
It's no use warning this man, he's only good at sweet talk, and when you mention real money he'll say "I'll quit, and I'll quit for life."
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