When Ji Yuan first got the "Sword Intent Calligraphy", he loved it so much that he couldn't put it down. He didn't know how many times he had seen it in this courtyard, and how many times he had spread out the calligraphy under the tree and danced with the sword using the branch.
So it was certainly possible that Dazaoshu didn't know "Jian Yi Tie". But I didn't expect that the characters on this calligraphy were actually chattering and talking to each other.
Ji Yuan looked at the trunk of the jujube tree. The so-called plant elves, plant elves, although plants and trees are restricted by the earth and can hardly move, are understood by ordinary people as slow and mindless, but in fact, spiritual plants are often more intelligent than intelligent animals.
Even Ji was quite surprised when he first saw these small words, not to mention the jujube tree. However, it was something he was familiar with before, and soon the branches and leaves of the jujube tree began to sway in the wind again, showing its inclusiveness.
Although these little characters are noisy, the educational work done by Master Ji Yuan during this period was not in vain. So at this moment in Ju'an Pavilion, although the little characters still cannot hide their excitement, they are indeed much more obedient. Well, this obedience is only relative. If someone gets close to Ju'an Pavilion, they can still hear some noise.
One, two, three, four...
So the small characters jumped out from the "Sword Intent Post" one after another. Even if some of them were "sleeping" before, they were "pulled up" by other familiar small characters, and then they all came out excitedly.
Just like riding on the spiritual breeze inside the Ju'an Pavilion, more than a hundred small characters are flying around in the small courtyard. Although "Sword Intent Post" has had spirituality since it was written, for the small characters, this is the place where they first began to develop consciousness and is their real home.
In the past, these small characters always looked "hungry", and all the ink they consumed was actually wasted. But after Ji Yuan repainted them with ink last time, they are still "full" and have not digested the spiritual power at all, so they are more energetic.
"Okay, you guys stay here, I'll go get some water and fill the water jar."
Life needs a sense of ritual. For Ji Yuan, fetching water to make tea or cooking at home is a kind of ritual.
Of course, Ji Yuan has never been a stubborn person. The dust in the house was too much before. It would take him several days or even half a month to clean it up by himself, so he decided to cast a spell.
At this moment, Ji Yuan glanced at the well in the yard that was still covered with stone slabs, and thought of the evil creatures that had emerged from the well. After thinking about it, he decided to give up, picked up the shoulder pole and bucket, and went out to fetch water.
Before leaving, he waved to the paper crane, which flapped its wings lightly and flew to Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan held the carrying pole with his left hand, stretched out his index finger of his right hand, and lightly touched the top of the paper crane's head. A stream of divine thoughts and magic power slowly entered him.
"Go to Yuhuai Mountain to deliver my visiting card. I'm telling you that Ji will come to visit you within three months. If you want to go to the Xianyou Conference earlier, you can wait for Ji if it's convenient."
He was conveying his thoughts as he spoke, and by the time Ji Yuan stopped, his thoughts had already been transmitted to the paper crane, which flapped its wings quickly, indicating that it was about to set off.
"No hurry, I'll give you a ride!"
Ji Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the paper crane, and then a slight whirlwind appeared around his palm. The wind swirled, bringing with it bursts of faint white light, which grew faster and faster.
"Walk."
Ji Yuan raised his hand.
"Hoooo..."
A strong wind with a range of only the size of a palm started to blow, and the aftermath caused the branches and leaves of the jujube tree in the yard to sway violently, while the paper crane disappeared into the sky with the wind.
The Xianyou Conference is still a few years away, and it is unlikely that the participants from Yuhuaishan will set off in advance, so I just mention this as a reminder.
Ji Yuan smiled, then picked up the carrying pole and went out.
It was almost noon at this moment, and there were not many people walking around outside Tianniufang. In addition, Ju'an Pavilion was already remote, so Ji Yuan didn't meet anyone when he walked there with his shoulder pole.
It was not until Shuangjingpu in Tianniufang that the place became lively. Some people were washing clothes, some were washing vegetables, and there were people talking and laughing. Most of them were women from the town. There were more than a dozen people coming here to fetch and use water.
Although my hands were frozen red in the winter, it did not affect my work at all.
Ji Yuan's arrival with a shoulder pole silenced the sounds for a short time, somewhat like the first time he came to Shuangjingpu to fetch water.
"Hey, who is that person?" "He looks very elegant!"
"Here to fetch water, is that someone from our neighborhood?"
“I’ve never seen it before!”
These are the works of some young girls, some of whom feel a little embarrassed but can't help but steal a glance at Ji Yuan, a man in a white shirt with such an elegant demeanor.
Although there were some much older aunts and grandmas who didn't recognize him, there were still two or three who frowned and kept looking at Ji Yuan.
"Hey, Xiaodong's mom, do you think this guy looks kind?"
A woman who was rubbing clothes asked her neighbor next to her. The woman being asked was wearing a flowery cotton jacket and was also frowning as she washed the sheets in her hands.
"Indeed, this looks really good. When did we ever have such a thing in our neighborhood..."
The woman suddenly stopped talking. She watched Ji Yuan walk to the double wells, roll up his sleeves and turn the wheel to fetch water. A memory suddenly emerged in her mind and her face turned slightly red.
"Hey, hey, why are you blushing? I can't remember there is such a person in our neighborhood!"
The woman trembled subconsciously when she was called, and rubbed the bed sheets guiltily. When she was still young, she had seen the great gentleman come to fetch water several times in Shuangjingpu.
The people of Tianniufang are simple and honest, and girls seldom go out, so it is rare to see handsome men. Mr. Ji, who lived in An Xiaoge, was the fantasy husband of many young girls.
However, over the years, the dreams of the girls have long been shattered, and most of them have married elsewhere, either in other neighborhoods or other villages and towns in the county. This woman is one of the very few girls who married someone from the neighborhood.
When I was young, I was just like the girls today, washing, washing clothes, chatting and laughing with the aunties here. Now the aunties are old, and I have become an auntie too.
In the land of Dazhen, the elderly in ordinary families can no longer work when they are over 60 years old. Generally, those who can live to over 70 are considered to have a long life. People like Qin Zizhou are real centenarians.
The woman didn't know why she was thinking so much. When she came to her senses, Ji Yuan was already fetching the second bucket of water.
"Hey, speak up, are you stupid?"
The woman next to her rubbed her neighbor with her shoulder, and only then did the woman, who had briefly returned to her girlhood, come back to her senses.
"Oh! He, I, I think he looks a bit like Mr. Ji from Ju'an Xiaoge, but I'm not sure..."
"Mr. Ji? Which Mr. Ji?"
The woman next to her married into Tianniufang from another place. Although Ji Yuan returned to Ju'an Pavilion twice when she got married, he was actually sleeping most of the time. So if you really count it, except for a few people in a few places, Ji Yuan has hardly been active in the eyes of the people in Ning'an County in the past twenty years.
Even when Ji Yuan was at the height of his fame in Ning'an County, most people didn't recognize him. The gossip that was passed around after dinner was always about "someone and so-and-so", let alone today.
However, the woman in the flowered cotton jacket did not answer, because Ji Yuan had already fetched water and stood up with the load on his shoulder. She also stood up subconsciously, shook off the water on her hands and rubbed it on her clothes.
"Mr. Ji?"
The sound was not loud but not soft either. Because the people around were already whispering about the man in white, it was very noticeable.
Ji Yuan, who had already taken a few steps, paused. The two buckets full of water in front and behind him swayed left and right, but although the water in them seemed to be shaking violently, not a drop of it spilled.
Ji Yuan held the hook rope with both hands, looked sideways at the woman, nodded slightly at her, then quickly picked up the shoulder pole and walked away holding the hook rope.
"It's really Mr. Ji, it's really! Mr. Ji is still so elegant and refined..."
Because of that glance and nod, the woman in the flowered cotton jacket blushed again, but then she laughed silently and put her cold hands on her face.
"Hey, who is Mr. Ji?"
"Mr. Ji is also a resident of Tianniufang. He is a very good person... Ask your husband or parents-in-law, they will definitely know..."
As the laughter from the back became lively again, Ji Yuan had already returned to Ning'an County along the path.
"Ah, time does pass very quickly for ordinary people..."
With this sigh, Ji Yuan returned to Ju'an Pavilion and poured the two buckets of water into the water tank personally.
However, Ji Yuan, who should have gone back to fetch water immediately, deliberately waited for half an hour before going to Shuangjingpu again. Sure enough, when he went this time, the woman had already left.
Having already eaten braised noodles and offal, Ji Yuan did not cook at home. He just boiled a pot of water. However, the tea leaves had already become moldy and spoiled, and he could not drink this kind of tea no matter how casual he was, so he drank a pot of plain boiled water.
It was almost time to go to work in the afternoon when Ji Yuan left home and walked towards the Ning'an County Government Office.
Over the years, I guess he must have received a lot of letters.
The streets in the county still look the same as they did back then, with almost no changes. Many of the old shops are still in their original locations, and the sounds of hawking and arguing are still as lively as ever.
When approaching the county government office, Ji Yuan could faintly hear the sound of reading from the county school. The students were reading Yin Zhaoxian's "On Birds - The Student's Reply", which had been revised several times and had become a very good enlightenment reading material.
Outside the county government office, Ji Yuan approached slowly. The policeman guarding the gate had already noticed the approaching gentleman in white.
Ji Yuan bowed.
"Excuse me, sir. I want to pick up a letter that I have deposited. What procedures should I follow?"
Even the officials would be polite to a refined man like Ji Yuan in white, and they returned the greeting.
"Sir, just show me your household registration documents. I'll take a look at them and then you can go in and see the chief registrar!"
"Oh, Ji has it with him."
As Ji Yuan spoke, he took out a folded piece of paper from his right sleeve with his left hand and handed it to the official. On it were the official seal of the Ning'an County magistrate and the private seal of the chief clerk in charge of household registration affairs for the previous generation. It was issued together with the title deed to the Ju'an Pavilion.
"Yes, that's it. Please come in, sir. It's the room with the word 'hu' on the left corridor. All the postal items deposited there are recorded there."
"Thank you!"
Ji Yuan bowed again before entering the courtyard.