Flexible vegetarian eel, crisp and tender spring bamboo shoots, soft and rotten mushrooms, and sweet potato noodles that are cooked just right and slightly springy, together with the secret chicken sauce that has been simmered for a whole night, the spring is fresh and the autumn is beautiful The taste of winter, gathered together, the soup slides down the throat, and what you taste is a soft and greasy mouthful.
The waves on the canal are slightly rippling, making the thin-bodied jade porcelain bowls in front of the table on the boat seem to reflect the sparkling light.
The attendant knocked on the door lightly, saw an empty bowl on the table, and saw his young master sitting in front of the desk and flipping through the official documents. He served tea and asked cautiously: "Master, come down and ask, is the master ready for the next few days?" Something you really want to eat? It’s inconvenient to buy it on board, so they can go and stock up some ingredients now.”
The person in front of the case seemed to have never heard of it, and he read it on his own. After eating the bowl of vegetarian eel porridge in the morning, he sat without moving and approved it for about two hours. It was sent all the way from thousands of miles away, but the distance was far away, even if it was rushed, by the time it reached his hands, it was already too late.
Just as he was raising the pen to lick the ink, he suddenly shook his right arm, and the small Langhao pen that had just been filled with ink and hadn't been sharpened slipped from between his fingers without warning, and fell down with a sound, the tip of the pen was rolled on the paper, and he was about to The written reply was stained with a big blob of ink.
"...Master?" The attendant subconsciously took a step forward, but did not dare to reach out to help.
The man slowly raised his left hand, covered his right shoulder, stared at the ink blobs on the paper and frowned, there seemed to be a faint suffocation in his eyes, and it took a while before he came back to his senses. Instead of mentioning it, he suppressed his impatience and said casually: "At noon, just use the porridge!"
"This..." The answer was really irrelevant, but the attendant didn't dare to say much, so he could only remind him in embarrassment, "Master, this is the last bowl."
Hearing the attendant's euphemistic reminder, that person realized this in a daze, and his already bad mood sank even further. He stretched out his hand to pick up the pen, but he didn't know whether it was because the pen was disobedient, or his arm was deliberately embarrassing him. He saw the pen holder twirling between his fingers, but rolled further away.
A rare irritability suddenly appeared on his face, he lifted the inkstone on the left hand side heavily, and sternly reprimanded: "Eat whatever you want! Do you have to let this king take care of such trivial matters?! Get out!"
How could the attendant dare to stay any longer, let alone mention the "little things" of eating and drinking, and immediately got out the same way.
After leaving the cabin, I met the doctor who invited me to wait for the pulse. He was also very angry, and stretched out his foot to block the "famous doctor": "Oh, but Mr. Hou? You said that you have been diagnosed for several days. Seeing the light of the sky, I gave my master some medicine, not only did the illness not get better, but even the master's appetite was gone!"
Dr. Hou is a bit hunchbacked, and he is used to walking with his head down. He is old and his ears are not very good. He suddenly stepped out of a boot under his eyes, which made him stop in a hurry, and looked up vaguely with the medicine box on his back. , Responding again and again: "Hey, hey, Master Xiao Zhou!" He poked his head and raised his ears, not knowing whether he was really deaf or a fake idiot, "Master Xiao Zhou, what did you say?"
Zhou Feng pursed his lower lip speechlessly, held his saber, and put a pestle on Dr. Hou's shoulder, and said loudly against his ear: "I say Mr. Hou! Can you cure my master's illness?!"
"Ouch, Ouch! I'm not deaf yet, I can hear!" Doctor Hou was deafened by the call, and the old god who protected his ears half-closed said, "This disease is a chronic disease! Don't rush, don't rush..."
"Don't be in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!" Zhou Feng threatened him, "If it can't be cured, I will throw you into the boat to feed the fish!"
Doctor Hou looked at his back and muttered: "Oh, the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuchs are in a hurry..."
"..." "Chief Feng" hadn't gone far. He was hearing and seeing but not deaf. He really wanted to turn around and throw the little old man off the boat. He stopped, gritted his teeth and waited aside.
Although the big wharf of Dongchong Mansion is full of tourists and boats must be moored, but their passenger ship is like a tall building, which is quite eye-catching, so some children come to see the ship all day long. Throw grass balls on their boats. Their masters had a special status, and they told them to keep a low profile all the way, so Zhou Feng didn't take those children seriously, but today, for some reason, those little kids didn't come.
Zhou Feng couldn't help but look down a few times, only to see a familiar sullen boy, the two looked at each other for a while, Zhou Feng stretched out his hand to catch the grass dumpling he threw over, and asked strangely: "Why are you the only one?"
"They all went to the Buddhist meeting!" The boy was angrily, turned his face and shouted expectantly, "I want to go up and see, can I go up! Just go up and play, just for a while!"
Zhou Feng lay on the deck railing, bored and said: "No!"
"If you don't go, you won't go! You are stingy!" The boy stuck out his tongue and poohed, then turned and ran away.
Zhou Feng turned around, and suddenly heard a broken lamp in the cabin, and then Doctor Hou trotted out, still muttering something, his expression changed, and he immediately followed to have a look, only to see his master leaning on the Arhat couch with an unkind expression On the ground, holding a portable long sword in his hand, there are porcelain shards on the ground at his feet.
Under the teapot on the table was a pre-opened medicine prescription, and there were more than a dozen or twenty medicines at least.
No one wants to soak in medicine jars all year round, let alone he is Yan Chang, the one-word king of Yuedi. The two generations of emperors in the Great Xia Dynasty were in power, and they ruled the barbarians in peacetime and chaos. He didn't say that he had the merits of the ages, but he also made great contributions. Let such a person be as good as an ordinary person, or even worse than an ordinary person. How is it different from torturing him?
While Zhou Feng was still in a daze, Yan Chang suddenly pulled out the edge of his sword and swung it forward forcefully.
It is a peerless sword that cuts iron like mud. The former emperor gave it the name "Quji", which means to get rid of diseases all over the world and protect the peace in the universe.
"Master!" Zhou Feng called out.
Yan Chang's five fingers froze, and the blade flew out with a fierce sword wind. Bang Dang plunged into the gap between the wooden boards of the cabin not far away. It was cold and cold, reflecting the cold light.
Zhou Feng hurriedly ran to draw the sword, and silently put it behind him.
"I've rewarded you." Yan Chang said without any ups and downs, and even threw him the scabbard, "Take it."
"Master, what are you talking about! This is Quji!" Zhou Feng was shocked, holding the sword and not knowing what to do.
Yan Chang sneered: "Go to disease... It goes to the disease of the world, who will go to me? Since you can't hold a sword anymore, what use is it for, it's better to turn it into a few pieces of horse-head iron, which has a little use."
Zhou Feng became more courageous, ignored his master's words, put the sword back into its sheath, and still hung it on the wall. Afterwards, he tidied up the tiles and took the prescription, and said in a low voice: "Master, although Zhou Feng is just a substitute The master runs errands, but he also knows that those who achieve great things may not be able to lift a thousand catties of iron, but they can move four taels of gold with one hand. Besides, the diseases of the world do not necessarily have to be fought with swords...Master, what you want to accomplish, Just move your mouth, Zhou Feng will be your hand..."
Yan Chang raised his eyes to look at him, stared at him for a while, and then gradually fell back to his right hand, interrupting him: "What else do you have to say? If you have something to say, go out."
Zhou Feng looked back at his expression, hesitated for a while, then smiled awkwardly, and asked: "Master, there is a sutra lecture and Buddhist meeting in Dongchong Mansion, master? Go and worship, Xu Jiutian The Buddha appeared and healed the master's illness."
"How can you believe in the words of gods and Buddhas!" Yan Chang scolded in a low voice, Zhou Feng let out a cry, and was about to "get out" when he heard the man's sleeves fluttering for a while, as if he had gotten off the couch, "... that's all, Go and see."
Zhou Feng immediately ran over to get the cloak.
It wasn't the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, nor was it the Lantern Festival and New Year's Eve. The Buddhist meeting held at the Huanshan Temple was an auspicious day chosen to consecrate the newly cast Buddha statues. The Huanshan Temple has a history of more than a hundred years. It is rare to hold such a sutra meeting. It must take half a month to talk. The temples around the city will also send Buddhist disciples from various families to listen to the sutras. Hundreds of steps away, you can hear hundreds of Sutra monks in the temple. The solemn and solemn chanting sound is not insignificant.
Yu Jinnian went out to hang out, one for shopping, two for enjoying the scenery, and three for selfish things he wanted to do, but he didn't expect to meet the consecration ceremony of Huanshan Temple today. He didn't have much knowledge about Buddhism and Taoism, and he would fall asleep after listening to a few more sentences. He was so excited because he was interested in the market stuff at the temple fair.
Min Xuefei had to go to the left and right, so he separated from them early. Sui Sui still had a small face of melancholy, and was hugged by Qing Huan to watch the juggling. Only Min Mao, Su Ting, and the others were left to fool around with Yu Jinnian. There were so many people in the market, so Ji Hong was naturally worried, and sent four or five guards to follow him, all but tying Yu Jinnian around his waist with a rope.
But with such inseparable energy, a troupe of actors stepped in with gongs and drums. Ji Hong made a mistake and lost sight of the young man. He remembered Yu Jinnian's saying that he was going to the gold and silversmith's shop. So he sent someone to wait in time.
He himself walked and searched in the temple fair.
Over there, Min Mao was like a wild monkey, dragging Yu Jinnian and running for two streets, causing Su Ting and Ah Chun to cough up their lungs, and when they stopped, they were already at the other end of the temple fair market. There was a constant stream of people walking shoulder to shoulder, but the shops next to them were more elegant than the previous street shops. They were all calligraphy and painting shops, antique shops, or jewelry shops.
Thinking about it, the third son of Min's collection addiction broke out again, and he insisted on buying some "elegant" things to take back.
Yu Jinnian didn't understand those things, and Min Mao was staring at a pair of fans in the store, chatting with others about who painted this fan, whether it was the original work of this person, etc., and his face was red. The temple fair is a lively day for the common people, so there were not many people in the antique shop. Yu Jinnian turned around and saw a man standing in front of Duobaoge, and he didn't move for a long time.
On that grid was a pair of amber glass cups, with Yu Jinnian's ability, naturally, he couldn't see how precious it was, but judging from the man's demeanor, he should be very satisfied.
He reached out to grab it, the cage was not high, and he got it smoothly, but for a moment, the man showed a painful expression on his face, his arms froze, and the amber cup fell straight out of his hand as if oiled It slid down, and he grabbed it a few times, but he missed it.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yu Jinnian leaped over and held the priceless amber cup with both hands under his sleeves.
"Huh..." Yu Jinnian breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put the wine glass back on the cage, and said with emotion, "Pretty things are fragile, be careful!"
Yan Chang lowered his arms a little stiffly, said "thank you" and returned to his senses to leave.
Yu Jinnian noticed his unnatural right arm, and asked strangely, "Is your shoulder bad? Was it injured?"
Yan Chang stopped, put his arms behind his back subconsciously, and looked back at him with a frown.
Yu Jinnian took a quick look at him and said, "If it's soreness, swelling, stiffness, and pain, when you go back, you will pass by the pharmacy, buy some moxa, and knead it into small sticks. I ordered the moxa twice in the morning and evening, separated it with a piece of ginger, and roasted it." Roast the place where the pain is the most severe or the muscles and bones are the stiffest. After the moxa is burned out, slowly swing the arm thirty times." He raised his right arm as he spoke, demonstrating how to swing the arm, "Remember to be slow and gentle. , you don’t have to go too far... After doing this, although it can’t cure the root cause, it will make you more comfortable in the past two days.”
Yan Chang was cautious: "Do you know medicine?"
Just as they were talking, Zhou Feng came to him and hurriedly called "Master", interrupting their conversation.
Yan Chang opened his mouth, but found that the boy had turned his head away.
Yu Jinnian saw from a distance that a terrace had been set up by the opposite river, and a red banner was hung high, with the inscription "Flower Recognition Fair". The crowds of men, women and children seemed to be very lively. So he didn't care about the master and servant anymore, but excitedly called Su Ting: "Su Ting, Ah Chun, let's go and have a look!"
Su Ting listened to Yu Jinnian from all sides, and followed without saying a word.
It was so easy to squeeze into the periphery, surrounded by people who came in to watch the fun without knowing it. Yu Jinnian made some random inquiries and pieced together the general meaning—this "Flower Appreciation Fair" was originally a local event. A large incense maker is the host, setting up a ring, and anyone with lofty ideals can go up and challenge. Since it is a challenge for incense merchants, the test questions are naturally inseparable from flowers and plants.
It is said that those who have achieved outstanding results will also be rewarded.
At this time, halfway through the race, many people left dejectedly. Yu Jinnian saw that it was interesting, and besides, flowers and plants were considered his strong point, so he also took a card and played with the crowd.
Although the first question is to stop a few laymen, it is not too difficult. It is to distinguish what kind of spices each is from a few "little powder piles" that look very similar.
Most of the so-called fragrances are also medicines. Since they are Chinese medicines, they are all in Yu Jinnian's pocket. Such as agarwood, woody, clove, musk, etc. have different scents, and borneol, angelica, bletilla striata, and nard pine have unique smells. As for mint, white sandalwood, and dipterocarp, they pass under Yu Jinnian's nose. You can smell it all, not to mention that these spice powders are different in color and feel.
So it didn't take long for him to write the answer.
After handing in the paper, Yu Jinnian turned around, smiled and waved to Su Ting who was in the audience, with a proud expression of "see if I'm good or not". As the sun set, his pupils reflected a circle of amber soft light, which was youthful, and there was something indistinguishable but comforting, bright and aboveboard, and even more clever and innocent.
Seeing him smiling like that, his eyes are narrowed into crooked lines, but the ends of his eyes are slightly turned up naturally, like the tender hooks on the bottom of the vine plate, gently picking up the hearts of people who have fallen at the bottom of the sinking abyss. So a challenge.
Yan Chang clenched his fist, then let go: "Who is this person?"
Zhou Feng said "ah": "I don't know, the accent doesn't sound like a local..."
Yan Chang said: "Go and check."