Chapter 2617 Listening to Books
Manbao looked carefully.
In Mei Niangzi's eyes, Zhou Manwei was thinking with his eyes closed. She became a little nervous and couldn't help swallowing.
Man Bao opened his eyes suddenly, met her anxious gaze, and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Congratulations, your uterus is now connected, but you still have some uterine coldness. I will treat you and take care of your body at the same time. If you get married in the future, it should be easier to have children than it is now."
Madam Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't wait to try and see if she could really have a baby.
However, Mr. Mei was not in a hurry to find another son-in-law. He said to Mrs. Mei, "It's not easy for you to come to the capital. Now that you are much better, why not go out and broaden your horizons."
He added, "Your father will also find a son-in-law for you. If you marry again, you must marry a good one. He must not be like Fang Sanlang."
Madam Mei lowered her head and replied "yes" with a blushing face.
Mr. Mei said, "You were too impatient back then, and that's why you hastily decided to marry Fang Sanlang. Otherwise, if you had known he was such a person, I would never have let you marry him."
Madam Mei lowered her head.
Mr. Mei knocked on the table and said, "The capital is populated by many people, not only scholars but also warriors, merchants, and rural peasants. I've figured it out, and I don't necessarily have to choose a scholar. As long as he can read a few words, understand the principles, is in good health, and has good character, he'll be fine."
Madam Mei, however, was not very hopeful. "How good can a man who is willing to be a son-in-law be?"
Isn't it that Fang Sanlang studied but had no future, couldn't even get into the county school, and his family was poor. His family really couldn't support him anymore, so he thought about becoming a son-in-law?
Mr. Mei said, "It's just that your family is poor, and we don't care about family background. As long as you have good character, good health, and understand the truth, it doesn't matter if you can't read. I will teach you now."
Unconsciously, Mr. Mei lowered his conditions a little.
He said, "If you still can't find one, then I'd rather you not find a son-in-law. If you want a child in the future, I'll adopt one from my clan."
Mr. Mei thought of something and stroked his beard, saying, "It's not necessarily impossible. For example, Mr. Zhou, do you know who her father is?"
Madam Mei shook her head blankly and whispered, "She's so amazing, her father must also be a formidable doctor, right?"
Mr. Mei smiled and said, "He is a very powerful person, but he is not a doctor, but a chivalrous man."
"Her father was also a son-in-law, and he was also a man of noble character. It shows that such people do exist in this world, we just haven't met them yet."
Madam Mei never paid attention to what was happening outside. After a moment's pause, she said, "So Imperial Physician Zhou takes his mother's surname?"
Mr. Mei: “…No.”
He was a little depressed, vaguely feeling that now was not the time to find a son-in-law, but rather to let his daughter understand the outside world.
So Mr. Mei took his daughter out, wandered around, and found a teahouse to sit down in. He found a secluded spot on the second floor, facing the storyteller. He then took out a few dozen copper coins and gave them to the waiter, pointing to the storyteller who was telling the story, saying, "We want to hear the story of the young genius doctor, Doctor Zhou, from the capital."
The clerk's eyes lit up. After taking the copper coins, he bent down and asked, "Where would you like to start, sir?"
Mr. Mei said, "Let's start with her parents' generation."
The guy immediately understood and became even happier. Generally, if you want to start from the beginning, you must listen to it from the beginning to the end. It will definitely not be finished in one or two days. It must be talked about for several days in a row. This is a big business.
So the waiter happily went downstairs to find the storyteller, took two copper coins and gave him the rest, then pointed upstairs and whispered with him.
The storyteller's eyes lit up as well. They liked the kind of customers who specified stories the most. In that way, in addition to the money given by the teahouse and the tips from the customers, they would also have a large fixed income.
After all, the teahouse doesn’t give much, and the tips from customers are intermittent. Unless they have a good story, it is difficult for them to make a lot of money.
They were already familiar with Zhou Man's story. Fortunately, her story was very complicated and she was very famous in the capital, so even though some guests had heard it many times, she was still very popular.
The most important thing is that Zhou Man is in Beijing now. It would be very interesting to add some stories at the end, such as what disease she has recently been diagnosed with.
So the storyteller took a sip of tea, patted the table, and bowed to the crowd, saying, "Everyone, let's put the story we just told aside for now. Today, let's talk about the story of Dr. Zhou."
"To talk about the young Divine Doctor Zhou, we must also mention her parents. Speaking of which, her parents are also talented people. Her mother comes from a gentry family in Shangzhou, and her father is a scholar, and his family also has a long tradition of poetry and literature..."
Mr. Mei took a sip of tea and turned to Madam Mei, saying, "Although storytellers may exaggerate, they generally keep the essence of their stories. Just listen carefully. There are many truths about life in them."
Madam Mei was very confused. "What is the principle of being a human being?"
Mr. Mei smiled slightly and said, "Loyalty, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness—I have them all."
At this time, Mr. Zhuang, who was drinking tea in another place on the second floor, glanced at the storyteller below and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.
Mr. Jiang smiled and asked, "Why, are you unhappy about telling your disciple's story? This is a good thing to make a name for yourself. How many people want the storyteller to tell their own story, but he is still reluctant to tell it."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "The stories that storytellers like are all full of twists and turns. If stories have twists and turns, then naturally life will also have twists and turns."
"But I see that although your three disciples have gone through hardships, their character is very good and they are not cynical."
Mr. Zhuang nodded. "That's because their families taught them well, but the suffering endured by their ancestors won't disappear. The experiences of the Zhou and Bai families simply prove the truth of life's impermanence."
Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you meditating on Buddhism now?"
Mr. Zhuang laughed and said, "It's not really a Buddhist practice, but lately a few kids have been bringing back Buddhist scriptures from the Huguo Temple. I've been flipping through some of them, and I've accidentally gotten into this."
Mr. Jiang shook his head and laughed.
Mr. Zhuang said, "But in Zhuangzi's Tianxia, it is also said that things are formless and changeable. This shows that Buddhism and Taoism have something in common in their view of the world."
Mr. Jiang was a Confucian and didn't like discussing esoteric Buddhism with him, so he said, "Either you go out and turn right to the Xuandu Temple to discuss Taoism with the old Taoist priest, or you go out and turn left to the Huguo Temple to discuss sutras with Zhiren. If you continue to talk nonsense, I'm leaving."
Mr. Zhuang said quickly, "It's a rare opportunity to rest. I dare not offend you. I dare not offend you. Let's have some tea."
Only then was Mr. Jiang satisfied.
Mr. Jiang was satisfied. He took a sip of tea and turned to look outside the lobby.
Mr. Zhuang was amused. "I've heard this story so many times, why are you still so obsessed with it?"
Mr. Jiang stroked his beard and said, "Your three disciples, especially Zhou Man and Bai Shan, are really tempting. I never get tired of listening to them. What a pity..."
Unfortunately, he was already someone else's disciple, so he couldn't snatch it away even if he wanted to.
Mr. Zhuang smiled and turned his head to look down. Coincidentally, a few people came in through the teahouse door. They sat down directly in front of the stage facing the storyteller, and were seen by Mr. Zhuang who was sitting on the second floor.
When Mr. Zhuang recognized the other person, his expression became a little cold and a little dazed.
See you at 6pm
(End of this chapter)
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