Upon hearing this, Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng immediately became interested in the room to the left of the main house.
After roughly cleaning this side, I went to the two rooms on the left.
After looking at them one by one, they began to understand why Feng Youcai said that.
The first room on the left is the study. Under the candlelight, except for the side by the window where there are rattan chairs, coffee table and desk, the other three walls are all bookshelves filled with densely packed books.
Some are hardcover and brand new, while others are handwritten and thread-bound and in tatters.
The two of them flipped through it briefly, and found that books on astronomy, astrology, the I Ching, and martial arts training occupied one wall.
One wall is occupied by the locations, excavations, and refining of various minerals, the production locations, uses, and illustrations of Chinese herbal medicines, and various alchemy recipes.
The other wall is filled with miscellaneous knowledge, ranging from strange stories to poetry and songs, from music, chess, calligraphy and painting to wine recipes.
Feng Yijia glanced at the miscellaneous books and casually pulled out a thread-bound book that recorded various wine recipes. He handed it to Meng Sheng and said excitedly, "Take this and look for a good recipe for making wine later.
When our plums and mulberries are ripe, we'll need a lot of wine!"
Meng Sheng's eyes were fixed on a row of various books on internal and external skills, and he was fantasizing about the possibility of becoming a martial arts master.
Hearing this, he reached out to take it and asked Feng Youcai, who was floating, "Uncle, can we take these as we please?"
Feng Youcai was always being suspected, so he said angrily, "I've told you two or three times, you can pick whatever you want here. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Meng Sheng was not annoyed by being criticized. He happily put the book aside and started to reach out for the books he liked.
Which man doesn't have a heroic complex? Moreover, he had experienced having his legs broken and being violently bullied in his previous life.
Feng Yijia was ruthless and took a pile of various recipes and books on Chinese herbal medicine.
As he took the books down, he exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen so many books!
I don’t know where the old Taoist collected it from?
How was it transported into this deep mountain?"
Feng Youcai was much gentler towards his daughter, and he gently explained: "Back then, the old Taoist also raised a donkey, and he would often ride it out and not come back for several days.
Then when they come back, they bring a lot of bags.
There are mostly books inside.
I occasionally heard him mention it a few times, saying that he either found it in a scrap yard or snatched it from the Red Guards.
There are also some thread-bound books written by the old Taoist himself!"
After saying this, he solemnly reminded: "These are all preserved with great difficulty.
Take these, cherish them carefully, and don't destroy them easily!"
These words made Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng even more surprised and impressed by the old Taoist priest whom they had never met before.
Not to mention other things, even in the thread-bound books that I occasionally flip through, the small brush characters that are comparable to printed characters are something that most people cannot write.
As they picked out the books, they both promised in unison, "Got it, it won't be ruined!"
Feng Youcai waited until they had almost finished choosing, then urged the two of them to open the door of the room on the far left.
This time, what caught my eye were still several rows of wooden shelves.
It’s just that the things placed on the wooden shelves are all kinds of things.
There are pottery jars filled with rice and flour, farm tools for working in the fields, unused incense and candles, uncut jade of various shapes that have not yet been carved and polished, and some jade containers of different sizes and shapes.
Chunchun is a storage room.
Even the things in the storage room have such a huge difference in value that it is probably rare in the world.
It was also the most valuable storage room Feng Yijia and his wife had ever seen.
Feng Yijia held up a fist-sized piece of translucent red jadeite and asked his father with mixed feelings, "You didn't take these things with you, so what did the old Taoist take with him when he left?"
Even as an outsider, she knew that the thing in her hand was very expensive.
Feng Youcai curled his lips and said, "In addition to the peach wood sword, compass, Sanqing bell, command flag, rosary and other things, there are also two huge packages.
He can see me, but I can't hang around him freely, so how can I know what he brought with him? "
Meng Sheng looked at the pile of stones of different colors and was a little shocked.
I thought he would be the one supporting Feng Yijia in the future, but now it seems that I might be the one who is living off her.
While his hands were constantly wiping the dust, his mind was already thinking about how to make money in the future.
I can't slack off any longer. I'll go out and look for opportunities after I get married.
He didn't want to lose face in front of his wife and father-in-law.
After taking a rough look and cleaning up, Feng Yijia started a fire and heated up the meat patties he brought from home. The two of them shared the food and then each found a place to make a bed and rest.
It’s just that the two of them were a little stimulated today, and they were a little dazed when they acted.
They got up before dawn and went out, running around all day. After finally finishing everything, they lay down on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time in excitement. It was not until late at night that Feng Youcai urged them several times before they both fell asleep.
Darkness turns to dawn, and it is a new day.
Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng opened their eyes to the chirping of birds.
When I got up and went out, the sun had already risen over the mountains.
The red glow covered half the sky, and golden light shone on everything on earth.
The pool in front of me is covered with mist, making the surrounding flowers and green trees covered with a layer of light golden gauze, making them even more beautiful, enchanting and ethereal. With the flying butterflies, if I don’t look at the bare trees in the distance, everything looks like a fairyland.
Feng Yijia looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a cultivator, he can find a place to live in seclusion.
It’s so beautiful that I want to live here forever!”
Meng Sheng felt that the scenery was beautiful, and the people standing in the scenery were even more beautiful.
She has a graceful figure, skin like jade, eyes full of autumn water, and hair like ink. Perhaps because she just got up, her cheeks are slightly pink, and her lips are three times more colorful than the peony beside her.
It made people feel a little uneasy, and there was a wolf-like light in their eyes.
It’s just that the father-in-law floating beside me is too much of a bother, so I don’t dare to do anything that oversteps the bounds.
Meng Sheng sighed inwardly and replied, "I don't think I can stay here long-term, but when I'm not busy, I can come and stay for a few days from time to time!"
Feng Yijia was just talking. She seldom visited or communicated with villagers, but that didn't mean she was willing to live in isolation.
There were still things to do today, so the two of them didn't dawdle for long and started washing up and making breakfast.
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