Xianjin, who had not yet settled down, had to eat eighteen meals in three days in his hometown of Jing County.
Life is very comfortable.
When everyone heard that Manager He had returned, they lined up at the door of the old "Chen Ji" house with their love number tags, waiting for him to be treated to a meal.
The county magistrate Cui Heng used his privilege to cut in line and invite Xianjin to have lunch. He specially called a few scholars in long gowns from Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard to join them, and also called Aunt Du's son Du Junning, the youngest scholar in Jing County this year.
As soon as Cui Heng entered the private room, he looked for Chen Jianfang and asked, "Why didn't Erlang come?"
Xianjin:...
Could you grant her a paradise where she can't hear the word "Erlang"?
Suo'er poured tea for the others and said with a smile, "Erlang Jun will be in mourning this year, so time is running out."
Cui Heng said "eh", clinked glasses with Xianjin, and then started talking to the scholars who were accompanying them, leaving Xianjin alone to eat - Xianjin realized the situation clearly, she was just the instigator of the conspiracy, and now that the conspiracy was set, her as the instigator was dispensable.
But then again, the only interaction she had with this group of scholars was at Qingcheng Mountain Court: she was raising the daughter of Dean Qiao, and these few people who had been Dean Qiao's students ended their relationship there, so there really was no overlapping topic between them.
One of the young men was drunk, and he leaned on Cui Heng's shoulder with a red face, "... You are so lucky to have run into the niece of Magistrate Xiong. You will have a lot of freedom in the future... In this small piece of land in Xuancheng Prefecture, you are the son-in-law of the emperor! You are so arrogant!"
Cui Heng swept the young man's hand away and handed the wine glass away, "You will reveal yourself after drinking two glasses of cat urine, don't drink anymore."
The young man refused to give in. Two blushes rose on his cheeks. He muttered, "Hey! Now you're calm. Who was it that day when he was so excited that his hands were shaking when he was reviewing the petition? And who was the one who followed Mr. Xiong around and performed the nephew ceremony?"
Cui Heng looked a little embarrassed.
The young man took another wine glass from the table, filled it up elegantly, and drank it all in one gulp, "Good wine...good food...a good father-in-law...the three greatest blessings in life...what a blessing!"
Cui Heng glanced at Xianjin, snatched the wine glass from the young man's hand, and said loudly, "Manager He is here! What nonsense are you talking about!"
The young man was startled by being pinched by the neck, but after being reminded, he sobered up a lot: Manager He and Magistrate Xiong's niece have a close relationship...
"Drinking is a waste of time!" The young man laughed, "I'm drunk and don't know what I'm saying..."
Xianjin calmly lowered his eyes and head, picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and felt that it was tasteless and a pity to throw it away - just like marriage and love.
The term "love-brain" has become popular in later generations, but looking around, it seems that all those who are given this name are women. After reading all the books, music and blogs, you can see that women who cry, are puzzled, doubtful, regretful, hesitant, wavering, jealous and greedy for love...the screen is full of women who have committed the seven deadly sins but still cannot find the answer.
There seemed to be no men.
Men can always calmly reconcile with love, and use money, power, even household registration and status to make up for this missing item. In marriage, it seems that women calculate dowry, three golds, wedding and house, but the real calculation of men is hidden in the sanctimonious "baby". They calculate whether you have a father who is a director, whether you have an enviable system, your education, your height, and even whether your mother's age can help take care of the children.
Lying on the hospital bed, Xianjin had seen enough of the ups and downs of life in the world and was able to remain calm and watch from the sidelines.
A woman's calculations are most easily defeated by her sincerity.
The man's calculations are realistic and calm, like an unbreakable iron wall.
Xianjin lowered his head and looked at the smooth, white back of his hand. After a while, he pursed his lips and smiled.
After finally getting a holiday, oh no, being exiled, Xianjin leisurely wandered around Jing County for several rounds. During this time, he even took time to visit Master Qin in Qinghe Town. His master's wife was still full of energy, and her menstruation was regular and heavy. Master Qin had just passed the imperial examination and received subsidies from the town. He was not short of money at that time, and when he wrote a new book, he only considered his own happiness, not sales. He proudly gave Xianjin a manuscript and told him to read it on the mule cart before leaving.
Xianjin did as he was told and as soon as he got on the mule cart, he couldn't wait to turn the pages of the book. What caught his eye were a few big words - "Seventy-seven and Forty-nine Secrets: The Domineering Female Shopkeeper Fell in Love with Me".
Among them, the heroine is named Jia Riyu, which is said to be the name of Tartar.
Xianjin:...
Fuck you! You are kidding me!
Isn't this clearly a deformation of the three words "He Xianjin" with less weight?
Xianjin finished reading the whole book and then closed it expressionlessly: Very good, Master Qin accurately portrayed the mental state of high school students during the summer vacation - the heroine of the book, Jia Riyu, has been trading cattle and sheep on the grassland for more than 20 years, and the only person she has ever loved is a nun on the grassland.
Let’s put aside the question of why there are nuns on the grassland for now.
Just talking about this mental state, it's really crazy.
Xianjin thought for a moment, lowered his eyes and asked Suo'er beside him, "Is there a nunnery in Jing County?"
Suo'er frowned and shook his head, "There is a Taoist temple on Jingting Mountain, and there is a Wanguo Temple in Xuancheng Prefecture. I have never heard of any nunnery."
Xianjin nodded.
Very good, at least the heroine in the article, oh no, the hero, oh no, the other heroine, has no real prototype.
It's embarrassing enough to be the heroine of a two-dimensional film under a pseudonym. What if the actress acting opposite her is also a real person? She would never dare to enter any nunnery in her life.
On the ninth day, Xianjin estimated the time and set off back to Xuancheng Prefecture.
The mule cart stopped at the city gate. Xianjin walked from the city gate to the west of the city. Just as he turned the corner of the city wall, a horse carriage came from the middle of the road. Xianjin and Suoer retracted their feet to avoid it. Suoer's eyes were glued to the Tangren Li stall in the corner of the wall, and Xianjin also followed her gaze and looked at it with a smile.
In this way, he passed by Chen Jianfang, who was sitting in the carriage in silence, very punctually and accurately.
Xian Jin smiled and asked: "Do you want to eat candy? How about giving you a rabbit-shaped candy?"
Suo'er wanted it very much, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. I can't eat it, and I can't keep it for a few days. I can't bear to throw it away after I bring it home. It's useless except for killing flies and maggots at home."
Xianjin shrugged and walked towards the expected right path.
After the Lantern Festival, as soon as "Fubai" opened its doors, a strange thing happened.
There was a bamboo stretcher at the door of "Fubai", on which lay a skinny old man with a long white beard. Surrounding the stretcher were four or five young men glaring at the "Fubai" plaque. The old man with the long white beard was breathing in more than out, with one hand hanging low outside the stretcher and the other hand covering his chest, as if he was covering something.
"He... Shopkeeper He, are you the one who manages this store?"
The leading young man was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and he stuttered a bit when he spoke. He stood in front of the door of "Fubai" with his chest puffed out and a timid look on his face, as if he was ready to call for an explanation.
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