Chapter 27 Master
Qingheng's gaze moved back and forth between the two of them.
Jun Qiulan suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp: "I just happened to run into Mr. Yan on the way up the mountain."
This is the only road going up the mountain, so naturally we are on the same road.
Qing Heng retracted his gaze and said, "Oh, come in. If you want to go back, just go back. Why are you carrying so many things?"
"They are all daily necessities." Jun Qiulan didn't say much to express his gratitude, as long as the meaning was conveyed.
Qing Heng: "It just so happens that if you don't buy it back, I'll have to send someone down the mountain to buy it in a couple of days."
"Master, may you be blessed with boundless happiness." Yan Jing repeated his words, which were full of money power: "In at most one month, the cable car will be open to traffic."
"Oh, I really don't know how many times I should thank you." Taoist Qingheng said calmly, "Your grandfather sent me money again. Next time, tell him not to send so much. I'm just an old man, and I have so many disciples and grandchildren who are willing to support me. It won't cost much."
It would be more believable if he was not holding glass jade beads in his hand when he said this.
Taoist Master Qingheng's lips twitched, and he seemed unsure: "What do you know? This was given to me by a pilgrim."
Yan Jing only chuckled and didn't refute. "Sorry to bother you tonight."
"Come in. Your grandfather lived in that room before and never moved. You can live there."
Several young Taoist priests were practicing boxing. When they saw Jun Qiulan, they quickly greeted him, "Little Master."
Jun Qiulan also responded with a smile. This feeling was very wonderful. He had only met these young Taoist priests once and they didn't even have daily contact, but they seemed to really treat him as one of them.
It was as if he had really lived here for many years.
Yan Jing thought thoughtfully: "You are about the same age as them, why are you the junior master uncle?"
He also knew that the Taoists here were basically abandoned orphans.
Jun Qiulan looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. According to his age, he should be the disciple of Taoist Qingheng.
Before Jun Qiulan could even make up a story, Taoist Qingheng's story had already been told.
"He and I have a master-disciple relationship," he said calmly, "When I first met him, I knew he was my destined disciple. He has a noble destiny, and no ordinary person can be his master."
Taoism emphasizes acting spontaneously, and Yan Jing listened silently.
On the contrary, Jun Qiulan took these words to heart. This Master Qingheng really had some skills.
"Okay, Mr. Yan, go and have some rest. I'll call you for dinner."
Yan Jing nodded and was led in by another young Taoist priest.
Jun Qiulan carried the things and followed Master Qingheng into the room in the backyard.
Qingheng sat down and didn't say anything.
Jun Qiulan smiled, brewed a pot of hot tea, knelt down respectfully, and raised the tea bowl above his head.
"Master, please have some tea."
Taoist Qingheng took the teacup but didn't drink it first.
"I know you have many questions, but I can't answer some of them. Just make the best of it. I've heard a little about your life at the foot of the mountain lately, and you've adapted well. This world has its own rules, and you might understand those questions later. Until then, live your life well."
He drank the tea, helped Jun Qiulan up, and hung a jade pendant around Jun Qiulan's neck.
"After drinking your tea today, the fate of this master and disciple has become entangled. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just return to the mountains."
Jun Qiulan bowed once again and performed the ancient ritual: "Disciple thanks Master for his teachings."
The next second, Qing Heng became frivolous and crossed one leg. "Come, sit down, sit down. Add me on WeChat. Next time, bring me a KFC family bucket and two cups of Shanghai Milf, iced and full of sugar."
Jun Qiulan always felt a little disconnected.
After finishing the serious business, Qingheng acted like an elder and showed concern for his life as an extra at the foot of the mountain.
Jun Qiulan also told everything.
After all, things are moving in a good direction. I had thought about going back to the mountain some time ago, but it was mainly inconvenient to come up, and secondly, I had no money in my pocket, and I couldn't come back empty-handed.
The things I bought today are not expensive, but they are a thoughtful gesture.
Taoist Qingheng did not ask him about the other world, but Jun Qiulan mentioned it himself, saying that he had parents and a younger sister.
I also understand why Jun Qiulan doesn't want to stay in this world forever. He has concerns.
After Jun Qiulan gradually came to know this world, he would be willing to stay in it if he was really alone.
"Speaking of which, after I came here, I always feel that my luck has improved a lot. Is there any special reason for this?"
Taoist Qing Heng said: "You are a very lucky person. It's just that someone in your previous world was unlucky for you."
Jun Qiulan's heart sank, and he suddenly remembered a sentence he had written when he wrote an inscription on the fan before: Don't look for reasons in yourself, but ask others why.
This state of mind is truly beautiful.
Thinking of this, I feel relieved.
He was forced to separate from his parents when he was still a baby, and learned and grew up step by step. Whether he was a prince or a crown prince, he believed that he had never made any mistakes. It was definitely not his fault that he ended up in his current situation.
Well, there must be someone who is unlucky for him.
"By the way, Master, you mentioned that you met someone in a similar situation to me decades ago?"
Taoist Priest Qing Heng nodded. "It's been almost fifty years. Back then, our country hadn't developed to the point it is today, and I was just a young Taoist priest. I fell on this mountain, covered in blood, and I carried you back."
"Then he..."
Taoist Qing Heng waved his hand and said, "You don't want others to know your origins, and naturally he doesn't want to know either. Even if we are master and disciple, I won't tell anyone."
As he spoke, he took another look at Jun Qiulan's face and said, "If we're destined to meet, maybe we'll meet again in the future."
Jun Qiulan didn't quite understand the mysterious fate of Taoism, but he didn't necessarily want to know who the other person was.
After a while, the little Taoist priest came to call them to eat.
The roast chicken that Jun Qiulan brought also appeared on the table.
Yan Jing was also there, sitting at the same table with them.
"Master, I think the facilities and equipment on this mountain need to be updated. The houses should also be repaired."
Qing Heng said calmly, "Oh, you decide how to arrange it. I don't mind. Just don't move the statues."
"I see."
Jun Qiulan listened silently, thinking that Yan Jing looked rather unreliable, but she didn't expect that he was such a loyal Taoist.
In the past, he had seen devout pilgrims sculpting golden statues for Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and the Three Pure Ones. Yan Jing's behavior was probably similar.
Come to think of it, Taoism is about doing what one wants.
There is no need to set many rules and regulations for this world. He is now a Taoist disciple, so it would be better for him to get used to it as soon as possible.
There is no rule of not talking while eating here, so Yan Jing took the opportunity to ask who taught Jun Qiulan calligraphy and how many years he had practiced.
Jun Qiulan remained calm and said, "I've been practicing since I was a kid. I didn't deliberately learn it, I mostly just imitated it."
Taoist Master Qing Heng also chimed in: "My disciple is very smart. If he grew up and studied in an ordinary family, he would definitely be the child that many people would talk about."
Jun Qiulan felt embarrassed.
Yan Jing pondered for a moment: "Have you ever thought about finding your biological parents? In this era of big data, doing a DNA comparison might be a hope."
Before Jun Qiulan could reply, the junior apprentice nephew at the next table spoke.
"Mr. Yan, we were all abandoned by our families. Maybe our family is a household at the foot of the mountain. Maybe we'll pass by them when we go down the mountain. No matter what the reason for being abandoned, it's all fate, and there's no need to force it."
Qing Heng also said: "Whether it was accidental or intentional, they left the child at the gate of the Taoist temple. The fact that they haven't taken the initiative to look for him over the years already explains a lot."
"I was mistaken," Yan Jing apologized, and then said, "I saw the fan last time, and some of the paintings were painted by other people. Can you introduce them to me?"
Jun Qiulan paused, "It's not very convenient. It's just a hobby for him. He doesn't like to use it to gain fame and make money."
Yan Jing felt a little regretful. "Could you please ask Taoist Qiulan to write me another birthday calligraphy and painting? I'll pay for it."
Jun Qiulan would never refuse a business that came to his door. "Let's contact each other after we get down the mountain. I'm busy today."
After dinner, he will go down the mountain.
"I have to go filming tomorrow, and there's no paint in the Taoist temple."
"Okay, I'll be here for a while. Contact me when you're free."
Jun Qiulan nodded and agreed.
After dinner, he drank a cup of tea with Master Qingheng. Before leaving, Taoist Master Qingheng remembered to give him his ID card.
The collective household registration is in this Taoist temple. No matter how we check in the future, he will have a place of origin in this world.
"That temporary ID card is about to expire, and you never came back to get it."
“I’ll come back more often.”
"Go ahead." Qing Heng waved his hand.
Jun Qiulan bowed deeply to Qingheng again before walking down the mountain under the starry sky.
The evening breeze is getting cooler.
Looking down from the mountain road, the world of dim lights is so gorgeous and colorful, which is completely different from the world I saw in the border town in the morning.
He still couldn't find the answer to why he came to this world and why he had this opportunity.
But he has a path in his heart. If he follows this path, he may see different scenery along the way and find his own answers from these scenery.
It was already late when we returned to the rental house.
After Jun Qiulan connected to the wireless network, he happened to get a role in a modern drama, in which he played a student reading in the library. The requirements were that he should not be too old, and he had to provide his own costume, which could not be too eye-catching.
He has never been exposed to much modern drama, but generally speaking, modern drama is simpler.
Now that his identity is completely secure, he is more willing to try new things.
Even though she had to bring her own clothes, Jun Qiulan was thinking about buying two sets of clothes from here.
The clothes his mother and younger sister made for him were fine for wearing in film and television cities and night markets, but when it came to modern dramas, they seemed a bit out of place when he walked out of the film and television city.
Thinking of this, he simply went out again.
Clothes are sold at night markets, and they are cheap. As for the quality, it is no longer a concern for him. As long as it is wearable, it is fine.
They were all wearing coarse linen clothes. The materials of clothes in this era were better and softer than those in their hometown.
Besides, the money in his pocket doesn't allow him to be picky.
After shopping around, I bought a simple white T-shirt without any patterns on it, and a pair of trousers.
When closing the stall, the boss gave me a reasonable price, a total of 68 yuan.
Jun Qiulan thought that these clothes were not expensive at all, and she could buy a few more sets as spares in the future.
Carrying the bag, I met Liu Yue who was also preparing to close his stall.
Liu Yue was surprised. "Why haven't you come to set up a stall these days?"
The fan business was booming that day, and she even sold some extra small accessories.
Jun Qiulan smiled helplessly.
There was nothing he could do.
He had never imagined that the folding fan business would be so popular. In the village, only five or six handmade fans could pass inspection every day.
It's just the most basic model. He also mentioned that some simple carving can be done appropriately, but the aunties next door haven't gotten the hang of it yet.
He also didn't want to run around every day just to sell these five or six fans.
If he saves for a few days and sells it all at once, he will feel more relaxed and have more time to do other things.
Liu Yue added, "Starting next week, we'll have to charge for the stalls. Large stalls will be 600 per month, plus a 200 cleaning fee. Small stalls will be 400 per month, and the cleaning fee is the same."
After deciding to rent a stall, the location is determined by drawing lots, and you will be stuck in the same place from then on.
"Would you like to partner with me to rent a large stall? You don't come often, so we can just split the 300 yuan cost a month."
Liu Yue had to pay 600 yuan to rent a small stall by herself. Now that the stall is bigger, she can save 100 yuan. They are both small business owners, so it is just right for them to occupy one stall. When Jun Qiulan is not around, she can also put more goods on the stall to fill the gap.
To save money, Jun Qiulan had no reason to refuse and transferred the money directly.
"Sister Yue will have to trouble you to handle the paperwork for this matter." Jun Qiulan said, "I have to join the crew for filming soon."
Liu Yue: "It's a small matter."
After receiving the money, he said, "I'll send you a message when I'm done, so you don't have to worry."
Jun Qiulan certainly believed in Liu Yue. It was just 300 yuan, and there was no way the other person would be greedy for such a small amount of money.
He went home and counted his balance, feeling a little trembling.
When he first came to this world, he earned 150. At that time, he thought that this 150 could buy a lot of things.
Two days ago, I had just a little money in my pocket, but in the blink of an eye, there is not much left.
This money is still not worth spending.
Jun Qiulan was almost laughing at himself, but luckily he already had a job for the next day. After a few more days of collecting fans, he could set up a stall again.
I still go back to the village to sleep at night.
Although he was a decadent deposed prince and never went out every day, he would always hang out in the village.
Jun Yu hadn't gone to bed yet either, and was drawing the base pattern for the fan.
"Dad, painting at night hurts your eyes. You should wait for me to take you there and paint it yourself."
Jun Yu had a smile on his face. "After all, there's nothing to do at night. It wouldn't hurt to extend the wick a little bit."
Jun Qiulan thought about his father's love of reading and said, "Dad, I'll buy some old books someday."
Jun Yu said, "You have to spend money everywhere now. Dad used to read a lot of books. When he had some free time during the day, he could memorize some books. You should use the money you earn to live your life first."
Jun Qiulan thought of the small stalls at the night market. Some of the stalls had a small lamp on top, which seemed to be rechargeable. She was thinking of buying a few for her family one day. After all, it was convenient to use electricity in the rental house.
I just don't know if this little lamp is expensive.
He still doesn't understand the prices in that world.
Some things seem to be expensive items, but they are sold very cheaply, such as white sugar, salt, and refined rice.
But a bottle of water costs two yuan, and those drinks cost more than ten or twenty yuan a cup.
Still have to make money.
The next day, the crew of a modern drama.
There are not many modern dramas here. I heard from Zhang Li that many modern dramas are still filmed in cities.
There are always various interferences in the city, such as the actors' fans and the crowds who come to watch the fun. It is not very convenient to clear the city, and it requires the cooperation of various departments, so some small crews still prefer to use indoor scenes.
In order to attract film crews, the rent of this film and television base is currently quite cheap.
Jun Qiulan was wearing new clothes she bought at the night market last night, but she was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, which was a little distracting.
But today we were shooting in the library, so it wasn't likely that our feet would be photographed.
Jun Qiulan registered without any makeup, but still received a sentence.
"Place him farther away."
Jun Qiulan has become numb to this issue. Don't people from far or near get the same salary?
Today's shoot went smoothly and was relatively simple. It was finished in the afternoon and I earned 100 yuan.
In the following days, he waited for notification from the crew of "The Bastard's Strategy" while doing various extra roles.
I have practiced my hand speed. After all, I have been single since birth, so I was not familiar with it before. Now I can get jobs by handwriting.
As long as I have money coming in every day, I don’t feel anxious.
He also bought a small desk lamp. Liu Yue asked him to buy it online.
Last time she recommended a wholesale website to Jun Qiulan.
However, Jun Qiulan had no intention of purchasing goods here, so he never looked at it. Later, Liu Yue mentioned that the website could also offer wholesale prices for single items.
Small table lamps are cheap and come in all shapes and sizes, with wholesale prices ranging from a few dollars to dozens of dollars.
Jun Qiulan selected a few, spent a day's salary, filled in the address, waited two days, and received the goods.
He wasn't there, so Aunt Hua signed for him.
This convenient shopping experience amazed Jun Qiulan for a long time. He browsed the website a few more times and found that the clothes he bought for 68 yuan were half the price or more on the wholesale website.
It’s a loss.
Jun Qiulan always felt that he was just a frog in a well in this world, and his cognition was constantly being refreshed and his knowledge was being expanded.
The small desk lamp I bought can be used for several days after being fully charged.
When I brought it back home, my parents and younger sister were all very happy.
In the past, when people were rich, they didn’t know how much money it would cost to light candles at home for a night. Now they can only use the cheapest oil lamps.
Compared to candles, this small table lamp seems to be more practical. It can be used after charging. My son said that the electricity there is only a few cents per kilowatt-hour, and one kilowatt-hour can charge this small lamp dozens of times.
This is still more cost-effective.
"This little lamp is much brighter than an oil lamp." Jun Shuwan held a small cat-shaped lamp and couldn't let it go. "I can do embroidery at night from now on."
Jun Qiulan: "I bought you this lamp to make it more convenient for you at night, not to let you do embroidery at night. Our family is no longer short of food and clothing, so don't tire yourself out."
Jun Shuwan pouted, "Doesn't my brother also work hard every day to make money?"
Then she ran back to the room and took out a few bags: "Brother, take a look at these bags, can you take them over and sell them?"
It is more exquisite than the one Jun Qiulan carries on his back.
"Yes, it should be able to sell for a good price." Jun Qiulan's eyes lit up. She thought that she could set up a stall again.
I also stocked up some folding fans at home.
"By the way, Dad and Mom, is there any news from the General's Mansion?"
Jun Yu said, "I heard that General Huo went to Beijing to report on his work. Perhaps Madam Huo hasn't made arrangements yet."
"Then let's wait a little longer." Jun Qiulan still had absolute confidence in the drawings he got from that world.
Mainly, the history there was used as a verification reference.
There's no reason why it works in that world but not here.
Jun Shuwan said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I can go to the General's Mansion or not. I'm at home every day. I can do some embroidery and occasionally make snacks. Although my painting skills are not as good as my father and brother's, they are still acceptable. I can also do embroidery and paint on fans at home."
Jun Qiulan smiled, "My younger sister is naturally the smartest and most capable girl, but the weather is getting colder. Outside the Great Wall are nomadic peoples, and there is no place to grow food. Every autumn when the fields are harvested, there are always chaos in the border town."
With General Huo in charge, there has never been any report of a village massacre, but it is still unsafe and people die every year.
Wan'er is such a beautiful girl, she would be a sitting duck if she stayed in the village.
There are hundreds of households in the village, but not all of them are good people.
Jun Shuwan also understood the seriousness of the matter, but she was safe in the general's mansion, and her brother could go to another world, but what about her parents?
Song Xirong smiled and said, "I've been spending some time with the women who make fans in the village and have heard a lot. There are hiding places in the village. Mother will act with the villagers. Don't worry. Besides, our village is close to the city, so people usually don't dare to come here to rob."
Jun Yu: "The weather is getting colder and it's getting dark earlier. Dad will be home half an hour earlier. Wan'er, don't worry. Although your father is a scholar, he can still compete with the archers in the military camp in terms of archery, one of the six arts of a gentleman."
It was a coincidence that right after we finished chatting that night, the general's mansion sent a maid over the next day.
She didn't explicitly ask Jun Shuwan to go to the general's mansion, nor did she introduce her family background, but from the way the maid was dressed, one could tell that she came from a wealthy family.
It means that we need to find a girl who can read and write to take care of the old lady at home. The old lady is old and has poor eyesight, so we need to find a young girl to read to her, and the monthly salary is 600 wen.
You don't need to sign a contract of sale, just an employment contract.
Six hundred coins, and there was no need to sign a contract to sell one's body. All the girls in the village were attracted by it, and several girls were brought by their families to sign up.
But as long as the person can read and write, this is easy to verify. The old woman brought a book over.
The girls should also know a few words, but they read haltingly. Only Jun Shuwan and Miss Qian next door could read it fluently.
Qian Miaoer is plain-looking, but she is a person who never gives up. During the time she settled down, she has taken good care of the house inside and out.
She gets along very well with Jun Shuwan on weekdays, and they learn embroidery from each other. They have become close friends.
But what should I do this time?
The old woman also wanted to know, but the lady didn't tell her this question before she came.
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