Chapter 357

He turned his head, his eyes were light, his face was pale and thin, blurred like a mirror in the haze, and waved his hand wearily, "why don't you go?"

"Mr. Duan has already spilt tea. If I have nothing to do, how dare I not leave?" Seeing him cooking tea, Wen jinniang suddenly remembered his words.

He rolled up his sleeve to mend the fire. He felt that it was unnecessary - the tea came into his stomach, which was different from watering the crops. He had to rub the dust on his body, but he didn't want to wipe it. Some people had to rely on his mouth, but the courtyard didn't feel alive.

Not yet waiting for the next crop, the tea cups are broken in response to the sound, and the rising heat is mixed with the smoke. It's so degenerate.

"It's Ji Yong, not a guest." This is the eleventh tea cup that Ji Yong smashed. He picked up the broken porcelain and threw it in a corner of the yard.

He is a small school, so he sleeps with a stranger occasionally. Today, he takes off his boots and collapses on a whim.

"It's getting late, sir. You are weak. Let's take a break from the students' service." Ji Yong put his face together.

The old man choked, choked a mouthful of smoke, and almost kicked the table. "What's wrong with you?"

"Can you deliver tea in vain?"

"What are you doing again?"

The villain dares to step into the room. He chases him and knocks his head with a cigarette. He is very angry. He holds his cigarette holder and knocks several times. He knocks a pipe of ash on his head. Seeing that he is in a mess, his face is covered with ash, and his body is covered with ash. He is a little interested again. He tilts his eyes and scares him with a smile,

"There's no God, there's no way to look up. In a quiet and desolate room, thousands of ghosts cry in the middle of the night. "

He rolled his eyes slowly, turned his head and left. Looking at the open space in front of him, he said with a smile, "Ji Yong, if you dare to live with Mrs. Liang Yun, you will live."

It's going to be late. On the willow top of the moon, the wind passes through the hall, whimpering and rolling up a few leaves on the ground.

I remember that there was still a pot of peach blossom wine. In those years, I opened the wine jar and sat in the empty courtyard drinking alone. When I watched Wu Gou in the air and the clouds were blowing, I suddenly felt lonely and shameless. I called him at the top of my voice,

"Ji Yong, get out and drink!"

The old man didn't care about Fang Cai's words. He put on his coat and called wenjingniang and Ji Yong out to drink together.

Wen jinniang closed her eyes. She felt that the smell of soot was coming in her nose. She smelled it as if she was possessed.

As for Ji Yong's attitude towards the old man, he was always lazy to deal with it, so he perfunctorily bit his back teeth, dragged his sleepy face, put on his boots, leaned on the threshold, yawned and looked around.

"What's going on?" Does the hostess think that the old man's behavior is not like a teacher?

"Nervous about what." With that, Ji Yong gives Wen jinniang a relaxed expression. He doesn't dare to take Wen jinniang to a messy place. He's afraid Liang Yun will strangle him.

Ji Yong's clothes are ordinary, but he describes Junyi as handsome. He steps over and sits beside him. He grabs the wine jar and gives it back to him. "It's not good to drink."

This wine is not very good to drink. It's just a bowl of yellow soup at the head of the village. It's as light as water.

The old man impatiently took over the wine jar and glared at people, "looking for a fight, knowing that it's not good to drink, but buying it back, what's your intention?"

Wen jinniang took a sip with a smile and said to him slowly, "I'll make wine for the old man myself next spring."

The old man thought inexplicably, in fact, when he was young, he planted a tree in the courtyard. When he lost the petals to brew wine, he buried them under the tree, and waited for another year or two, waiting for his students to take them out before the exam. I wish him high school.

A long time ago, a young man was walking on the bank at dusk. He broke a Dogtail and swept through the flower fields in the suburbs. He went to Beijing to take the exam with pride. He was full of extravagant hopes and dreamed that one day he would go to the streets with flowers.

A long time ago, he stood in a famous hall, impassioned, burning a cavity of heat in his chest, hoping to start a prairie fire and burn away the weeds and thorns in the world.

A long time ago, he was a minor official of six grades, squatting in the Hanlin academy, with a burning dream, hoping to be fair one day, regardless of birth.

Now, looking at Ji Yong and Liang Yun is like looking at yourself. If you give him a ride, it's not in vain.

When he was drunk, he leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. "Ji Yong, learn martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family."

"It's a long way to go, sir."

"You have to be as good as Liang Yun, or you can't afford to leave the Academy, not to mention me as your teacher."

“……”

Later, Ji Yong told Wen jinniang that it was the only kind of wine in his village, and he would no longer tear down his platform to see him put on airs.

Wen jinniang looked at the old man's yard and the grass. She flattered the teacher to show her diligence. She was afraid that even the shadow of the tree might not be visible until the spring of next year.

"Sister in law, that's a good deal. If my husband and I can't wait for the wine brewed in Qingshan county magistrate's office, Ji Yong will send the wine gourd to us."

Wen jinniang has seen Liang Yun drunk, but she never talks about the exam or the official affairs. On the contrary, these people are full of dissatisfaction with their official career.

Do you mean

Is it Liang Yun's request to be a county magistrate?

The students in the old gentleman's college have changed one after another. I'm afraid that Ji Yong is the only one who has really planted his strange temper in recent years.

"If I can return home in fine clothes, please give me the chrysanthemum."

The old man laughed, "I'll wait for you and Liang Yun to resign and retire together."

Although he did not want to continue to enter the court as an official, but Wen jinniang in front of him, he had to continue to pretend, "Sir, you are kidding me, with my ability, how can I live?"

When both of them are drunk, Ji Yong is helped back to the room by the old man. For some reason, Wen jinniang feels that the relationship between the two people is not like an ordinary teacher and student, but she has to say, "old man..."

The old man has seen through the careful thinking of Wen jinniang for a long time. Looking back at Wen jinniang, she still looks at herself and stops. "You come to my school with Ji Yong. I'm afraid there's something you can't tell me. Now Ji Yong is gone, please ask."

Wen jinniang laughed awkwardly. "In this case, I'll just say, I'd like to ask if the old gentleman knows something about Dingyuan Houfu and the Li family?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a while. "I did hear something about Dingyuan Marquis's house, but it's all a thing of the past. At that time, Dingyuan Marquis's house was more brilliant than it is now."

Wen jinniang thought, "have you ever heard of the porcelain in Dingyuan Marquis's mansion?"