Man Bao looked carefully.
In the eyes of Mrs. Mei, it was Zhou Manwei who closed her eyes and was meditating. She became nervous for a moment and couldn't help swallowing.
Man Baohe opened his eyes, met her uneasy eyes, couldn't help but smiled slightly and said: "Congratulations, the two Qis have been cleared, but there are still some problems with the palace cold, I will recuperate for you, and by the way, recuperate your body, in the future If you get married, it should be easier to have children than now."
Mrs. Mei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes sparkled, and she wanted to see if she could really have a baby right away.
But Mr. Mei was not in a hurry to find a son-in-law again. He said to Mrs. Mei: "It's hard to come to the capital. Since your health is much better, you might as well go around and gain some knowledge."
He also said: "As a father, I will also do my best to find a son-in-law for you. If you marry again, you must marry a good one. I will definitely not be like Fang Sanlang again."
Mei Niangzi lowered her head, blushing and said yes.
Mr. Mei said: "Back then, I was too anxious, so I decided on Fang Sanlang hastily. Otherwise, if I knew that he was such a person, I would never let you marry him."
Madam Mei lowered her head.
Mr. Mei knocked on the table and said: "There are a lot of people in the capital, not only literati, but also warriors, as well as businessmen and countrymen. Reasonable, good health and good character are enough.”
Mrs. Mei is not very hopeful, "Where is it going to be better if you are willing to be a son-in-law?"
Didn't Fang Sanlang just want to be a son-in-law because he was studying but had no future, he couldn't even pass the county school exam, and his family was poor, so he really couldn't afford it
Mr. Mei said: "It's just that the family is poor, and we don't ask for family background. As long as the character is good, healthy, and understands the truth, it doesn't matter if you can't read or write. I'll teach you now."
Unknowingly, Mr. Mei lowered his conditions a bit.
He said: "If you can't find it like this, then as a father, I would rather you not recruit a son-in-law. If you want a child in the future, I will adopt one from the clan for you."
Mr. Mei thought of something, stroked his beard and said, "It may not be there, for example, Mr. Zhou, do you know who her father is?"
Mrs. Mei shook her head in a daze, and said in a low voice, "She is so powerful, so my father should also be a great doctor, right?"
Mr. Mei laughed and said, "He is a very powerful person, but he is not a doctor, but a chivalrous person."
"Her father is also married, and his character is also precious. It can be seen that there are no such things in this world, but we haven't met them yet."
Mei Niangzi never paid attention to outside affairs, she was stunned for a moment and said: "So the imperial physician Zhou followed his mother's surname?"
Mr. Mei: "...No."
He was a little depressed, and vaguely felt that it was not time to find a son-in-law, but to let his daughter know about the outside world.
So Mr. Mei took his daughter out, found a teahouse to sit down after looking around, found a secluded place on the second floor facing the storyteller, and then took out dozens of copper coins and gave them to the clerk for instructions. The storyteller said: "We want to hear the story of the little genius doctor Zhou Taiyi in the capital."
The clerk's eyes lit up, and after receiving the copper coins, he bent down and asked, "Where does the master want to start?"
Mr. Mei said: "Let's start with her parents' generation."
The buddy immediately understood, and became even more happy. Generally speaking, you have to start from the beginning, and you must hear it from the beginning to the end. You must not finish talking in a day or two, and you must talk about it for several days. This is a big deal.
So the clerk happily went down to find the storyteller, deducted two copper coins and gave him the rest, pointed to the upstairs and whispered to him.
The storyteller's eyes are also bright. They like this kind of guests who have appointed stories the most. In addition to the money from the teahouse and the rewards from the guests, they also have a fixed large amount of income.
After all, teahouses don’t give too much, and guests’ tips come and go. Unless there is a good story, it is difficult for them to make a lot of money.
They have already recited Zhou Man's story by heart, but fortunately her story is full of twists and turns, and she is very famous in the capital, so even though some guests have heard it many times, she is still very popular.
The most important thing is that Zhou Man is in the capital right now. When it comes to adding some stories at the end, such as what illnesses she has seen recently, that is also very attractive.
So the storyteller took a sip of tea, patted the table and bowed in circles: "Everyone, let's put aside the story we just told, today we will tell the story of little genius doctor Zhou."
"If you want to talk about Zhou Xiao's genius doctor, you must talk about her parents. Speaking of which, her parents are also smart people. Let's talk about her mother, who came from a family of gentry in Shangzhou. Her father was a scholar and a poet. Home… "
Mr. Mei took a sip of tea, turned his head and said to Mrs. Mei: "Although there are exaggerations in what a storyteller says, the story generally remains the same. You should listen to it carefully. Is there something in it? There are a lot of reasons for being a human being.”
Mrs. Mei was very confused, "What is the principle of being a human being?"
Mr. Mei smiled slightly and said, "Loyalty, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are all there."
At this time, Mr. Zhuang, who was drinking tea in another place on the second floor, glanced at the storyteller below, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.
Mr. Jiang saw it and asked with a smile, "Why, you are not happy to tell the story of your disciple? This is a good thing to become famous. How many people want the storyteller to tell his own story, but people are still unwilling to tell it."
Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "Stories that can be liked by storytellers are all tortuous. Stories are tortuous, and life is naturally turbulent."
"But I see that although your three disciples have experienced hardships, they are very good-natured, and they are not cynical."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "That's because their family taught well, but in fact, the sufferings suffered by the predecessors will not disappear. What happened to the Zhou and Bai families just confirmed the four words that life is impermanent."
Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you practicing Buddha now?"
Mr. Zhuang laughed and said, "It's not counted as visiting the Buddha, but recently a few children often bring some Buddhist scriptures back from the Huguo Temple. I read some, but I accidentally got infected."
Mr. Jiang shook his head and laughed.
Mr. Zhuang said: "However, it is also said in "Zhuangzi · Tianxia" that Humo is invisible and changeable. It can be seen that Buddhism and Taoism have something in common when they see the world."
Mr. Jiang is a Confucianist, and he doesn't like to talk about Xuan with him, so he said: "You can either go out and turn right to find that old Taoist in Xuandu Temple, or go out and turn left to find Zhiren Debate in Huguo Temple, and then say something specious If so, I can go."
Mr. Zhuang hurriedly said: "It's rare to have a rest, I don't dare to offend, I don't dare to offend, let's drink tea."
Only then was Mr. Jiang satisfied.
Only then was Mr. Jiang satisfied, and after taking a sip of tea, he turned his head and looked outside at the lobby.
Mr. Zhuang laughed, "I have heard this story many times, why are you still so obsessed?"
Mr. Jiang stroked his beard and said, "You three disciples, especially Zhou Man and Bai Shan, are really attractive, and you never tire of listening to them. It's a pity..."
It's a pity that he is already his disciple, so he can't snatch it even if he wants to.
Mr. Zhuang smiled, and turned his head to look down. It happened that a few people came in from the gate of the teahouse. They sat down directly in front of the table facing the storyteller, and Mr. Zhuang who was sitting on the second floor took a good look.
Mr. Zhuang recognized the other party, and the expression on his face was a little cold, and he was a little dazed.