Yixin saw that he was just surprised, and didn't see any greed for the moon beads and glass hairpins, and suddenly said: "I forgot that Mr. Xiao is a doctor, so why would he care about such vulgar things?"
He went back again, put down the glass hairpin, took another cloth bag, and said, "I was destined to get a set of golden needles, but unfortunately I don't know medical skills. Since I have a destiny with Mr. Xiao, I will give it to Mr. Xiao."
"..." Yu Jinnian saw that in the cloth bag he opened, there was a row of nine golden needles in different shapes and shapes, and it turned out to be a complete set of nine needles for the spirit pivot! To be honest... he was really moved.
Yixin pushed the golden needle in front of him: "Do you like it?"
Yu Jinnian stretched out his hand to touch it, and after a dry addiction, he put his hand down, shook his head and said, "I don't want it, you won't get paid for nothing."
Yixin smiled and said: "How useless, didn't the little gentleman treat the little monk?"
Yu Jinnian said honestly: "It's nothing, besides, my little master's rash is not a difficult disease. As long as you don't touch the food that caused the rash in the future, you won't get it again. Be careful, little master, although I don't know where you came from." A lot of money, but in the future, don't take it out and let others know..." Just as he was talking, he suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What did you eat this afternoon?"
He wanted to cheat all of a sudden, but Yixin didn't fall for him, so he just smiled and looked at him without saying a word, Yu Jinnian swallowed, feeling that he made a wrong move and asked a question that shouldn't be asked , simply restless.
Just thinking about why the little novice hadn't come back, Yixin took two random steps, as if he didn't intend to, or deliberately stood in front of the door, a vine branch hanging down from the eaves, reflected on the window paper like a The jagged and withered bones looked like ghosts guarding the door, so Yu Jinnian had no choice but to run away.
Perhaps it was God's help, when a gust of evil wind blew, the two thin wooden doors creaked a few times, and then suddenly opened to both sides.
Yixin stood at the door, facing the wind, and the cold wind in the mountains blew up the scattered fallen leaves, making his monk robe rattling. Yu Jinnian squinted his eyes to avoid the wind, and when he opened them again, he saw Yi Xin grabbed something from the air and was playing with it in his hands. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be a withered yellow leaf.
Yu Jinnian only knows the story of the Buddha picking up flowers and smiling, but he can't completely understand why the Buddha picked up the flowers and why the Buddha's son smiled, just like he doesn't know what he is thinking about holding up a leaf.
"Today's Winter Clothes Festival." Yixin said suddenly, "Is there anyone you want to worship, Mr. Xiao?"
Yu Jinnian thought of the parents of this body, but the original parents had been dead for too long, he couldn't even remember what they looked like, only some vague outlines, he said: "Master Yixin, if you have to think Give me something, why not recite scriptures for my dead parents, I don’t understand Buddhism, let alone memorize scriptures.”
Yixin laughed, it wasn't an unintentional smirk, but he thought this sentence was funny from the bottom of his heart. His monk's robes were plain, and he seemed to be lifeless at his age, but this sudden The coming smile made him feel like winter is coming and spring is coming, with a bit of excitement.
Yu Jinnian was confused by his smile.
Yixin smiled and shook his head slightly: "Reciting the scriptures with one heart will only attract evil spirits, Mr. Xiao, please ask another expert. But if Mr. Xiao has any financial worries, Yixin can help you out of trouble."
This is true, and the translation is - I have nothing else, but a lot of money.
It's really pissing people off.
"Giving things to Mr. is not all because he consulted with me. Mr. Xiao's meals are also very delicious, and my mother must like them, especially the candied ginger slices. She was living on the streets, poor and destitute, and was eventually frozen to death in the sky. On a snowy night, my last wish before I die is to drink a bowl of sugar water." Speaking of this, Yixin clenched his knuckles secretly, but his face was very indifferent, and he wrote lightly, "I'm going to ask for sugar water, If you don't get it, your mother will die."
Yu Jinnian didn't know how to comfort him, so he lowered his head and remained silent, acting as an honest listener.
Yixin took two steps closer to Yu Jinnian, looked down at the jewels in his hand, and sighed, "Even if Yixin has a fortune of ten thousand, if no one shares it, what is the difference between having empty sleeves? Are these yellow and white things brought along? If you don’t take it with you when you die, it’s not as good as dung and soil and spring flowers, wax snow and crop seedlings... It’s really useless. It’s better to give it to someone who is destined, it can also be regarded as their Buddha’s fate.”
Yu Jinnian doesn't quite understand the logic of Yixin either. He has seen Scrooge and Brother Show off his wealth, but he has never seen Yixin like this. You say that you don’t love money, but he has a moon bead at your fingertips. You say he loves money, but he says it’s worse than dung. What is he thinking
But the more Yixin insisted on giving him things, the more Yu Jinnian felt that these things were very problematic, so he didn't dare to accept them. He stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, as if Yixin was some kind of villain who forced his good into prostitution.
On the contrary, Yixin made a somewhat dumbfounding expression.
While talking, the little novice monk who went to receive the inkstone finally came back, wholeheartedly and calmly hid the jewels in his sleeve, took the inkstone and went to grind and dip the pen by himself. Yu Jinnian went to observe him again, and found that the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and he had become gentle and indifferent again, as if he had been immersed in Buddhism for many years, with no external object, just like the other monks he saw in the temple. .
How can people change their faces so quickly, Yu Jinnian said with emotion.
"Please sir." Yixin got up and gave up the desk.
In fact, Yu Jinnian still had a headache when he saw the pen and paper, and when he picked up the pen, he felt that he was taking a school exam. He couldn't help but feel nervous, fearing that his typo would cause people to laugh at him. Looking for something, the little novice next to him couldn't wait any longer. Seeing that the two of them were boring and worthless, he saluted Yixin and proposed to return to his master first.
"Xiaofeng San is used internally to prevent thorns, cicadas slough flax and bitter ginseng, stone burdock leads to ground grass, rubella and eczema take it for health."
Yu Jinnian recited the Fang Song in his heart, added and subtracted a few herbs, and when the cicada sloughed, he became worried again. He frowned, and bit the penholder unconsciously, as if he was seriously recalling the strokes of these two characters—in fact, he was actually It's shouting, where did you go, Mr. Ji!
As for Ji Hong, he really didn't wander around, he just waited outside the treasure hall.
However, after waiting for a long time, no one came out. When I went back to look for him, I found that the young man had long disappeared in the hall—of course he couldn't find him, because Yu Jinnian had already been led by Yixin, and left through the side door of the hall. He turned cold in an instant, stopped many monks along the way, asked them one by one, and found out from a passing young novice monk that it seemed that a monk named "One Heart" took Yu Jinnian away.
Thinking of Yixin, the young monk who looked gentle and harmless under the banyan tree, Ji Hong felt even more uneasy, and couldn't help walking a few steps faster.
Along the way, he explored the monastery, where the vines, flowers, branches and trees were entangled, and the smoke cage was green. They were all objects of affection and scenery, but at this moment, in Ji Hong's eyes, he felt that they were gloomy and cold for no reason, as if they were a man-eating magic cave.
Seeing that one of the doors was slightly open, he walked quickly.
In the room, Yi Xin found a copper incense ball with a hollowed-out curly grass pattern from the cabinet. With a light press, the hollow copper ball was divided into two parts from the middle, and Yi Xin used a snow-white towel to clean the inside and outside of the ball. After wiping it clean, he took out another small wooden box, scooped out a spoonful of dark brown paste, kneaded it into a ball with his fingers, and placed it on the incense partition in the copper ball.
Light the incense stick, close the copper ball, and hang it on a small flower stand with sticks sticking out beside the desk.
Yu Jinnian was thinking deeply, when he suddenly smelled a fresh and refreshing fragrance, he couldn't help but look up, the green smoke flew out from the delicate carving of the copper ball, it was very refreshing.
Yixin briefly glanced at Yu Jinnian's prescription, seeing him standing there for a long time, he smiled, took another pen and dipped it in ink, and bowed to complete the words that Yu Jinnian had been thinking about for a long time but still couldn't get.
At this moment, Ji Hong pushed the door open, and this was the scene that came into his eyes. He was bent over the young man with a very intimate appearance, and the young man was concentrating on writing his crooked big characters, and he didn't care about it at all. No attention. He didn't need to understand the ins and outs, his eyes were gradually stained with unfathomable thick ink, and he rushed to grab the young man's wrist holding the pen in a few steps.
He unconsciously exerted force in his hand, and pulled the boy up from the desk: "What are you doing here, you should go." Ji Hong suppressed his voice, obviously speaking to Yu Jinnian, but his eyes were fixed on the one who quickly walked away body.
Seeing that he was able to find him, Yu Jinnian immediately threw away his pen and said happily: "A mage asked me to treat little Master Yixin. Well, the consultation is over now, let's go!"
Yixin saluted Ji Hong respectfully, then bowed his head and retreated to the side.
Ji Hong is not a narrow-minded person either. He understands that since a young man is a doctor, he will inevitably have contact with all kinds of men and women. If he can't bear such contact, then he will not fall in love with the young man from the beginning. Just focusing on this person always gives people an unfathomable feeling. He reminds Ji Hong of the white wolf he saw in the extreme northern snowfield. It looks pure and flawless like a snow elf, but in fact it is a vicious beast with sharp teeth and claws.
There was a faint fragrance in the room, Ji Hong only glanced at it, and Yixin said first: "It's Xinxinxiang."
Even though he didn't like Yixin, he couldn't do anything to this devout Buddha with a smile on his face, so he held Yu Jinnian's hand and walked out with a sullen face. Anyway, we have to look at that person's good or bad - this Yixin is obviously not a good person!
Seeing that they were about to leave, Yixin didn't stop them, and just followed them silently. The moment Yu Jinnian stepped out of the threshold of the room, he suddenly shot and patted the young man on the shoulder.
Yu Jinnian looked back wonderingly, only to see Yixin standing quietly in front of the door, and said with a smile to him: "Little Mister, at this time next year, if you still remember Yixin, then when you burn colorful clothes at the intersection, you will also be there for Yixin's mother." Just burn two of them."
Although Yixin looked abnormal and had the potential to be crazy, but he didn't really cause any substantial trouble to people. Yu Jinnian thought to himself, it is said that the Buddhists need to cut off the seven emotions and six desires to achieve the Tao. Thinking about it, he couldn't worship his mother as he wanted, but it was just burning two extra sheets of paper during the Cold Clothes Festival, and it wasn't a big deal, so he nodded and agreed.
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The two walked out of the gate of the Fengbo Temple and walked down the stone steps. Yu Jinnian was talking about what he wanted to do, and how the little master hid a room full of jewels and how he forced them to give them to him. When they got down the mountain, they still chatted with Ji Hong: "Even if Yi Xin is not a good monk, he can be considered a good son, right?"
"Heh." Ji Hong sneered.
Yu Jinnian tilted his head to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"
Ji Hong finally had time to interject: "Look what you have in your sleeve."
"Ah?" Yu Jinnian grabbed the inside pocket of his sleeve with both hands, and found a small money bag, a small packet of candied ginger slices, and a small handkerchief one after another. The bright moon bead he had seen, couldn't help shouting, "Ah! When did it come out?"
Ji Hong seemed to have known about it a long time ago, and said lightly: "When he patted your shoulder."
Yu Jinnian was surprised: "Then why didn't you say it earlier? You let me go straight down the mountain!"
Ji Hong frowned, and said bitterly: "I just want to say, but you have been single-minded in opening and closing your mouth all this way, how can you get in your mouth?"
Yu Jinnian: "...then I'll send him back."
I can't forget it after only seeing it once, so what if I see it for the second time? Ji Hong stretched out his hand to clasp the young man's wrist, pulled him back and hugged him tightly, and ordered: "Don't go, since he has a lot of money, he probably doesn't lack this bead."
"..." What's wrong with this person, could he be jealous.
Yu Jinnian was coaxed and coaxed by him to go back to a bowl of noodle shop, and he was coaxed to hand over the beads to Ji Hong for safekeeping. Later, he was disturbed by the complicated affairs in the store, and before it was too late to take care of the troublesome diners, he turned his head and left the matter of Mingyuezhu behind. Come in with two big baskets of duck eggs.
He helped carry it over and asked, "Where did you get the duck eggs?"
Qing Huan also said strangely: "I don't know. As soon as I turned around, there were two more baskets outside the door of the noodle shop. I asked the customers in the shop, but they all said they didn't know. There is also a piece of paper here, Mr. Ji You see?"
Ji Hong took a look and saw only four words: "Mr. Xie Yu."
"It seems that there is no mistake in sending it. Is it a thank-you gift from a patient?" Qing Huan said with a smile.
Yu Jinnian thought about it for a while, but after all, he didn't know who sent it, but the gift of thanking doctors was meant to be auspicious for both the patient and the doctor, and he didn't care about the amount or content. It would be bad if he refused, so he didn't bother to pursue When it came, I happily accepted the duck eggs and thought about how to eat them.
As soon as eating was mentioned, the young man's eyes glowed. Ji Hong couldn't help but patted his head, and suggested, "Why don't you make pickled eggs, since I haven't eaten them for many years."
These duck eggs are all large and round, with light green shells, which are heavy and thick when weighed, unlike other white-shelled eggs, which are light and empty to the touch, and look unpalatable at first glance. Duck eggs are the most delicious than pickled eggs, and green eggs are the best among eggs. Although eggs, pigeon eggs and the like can also be pickled eggs, they are not as delicious as green duck eggs in terms of taste.
Since Ji Hong wanted to eat pickled eggs, Yu Jinnian was naturally satisfied, and Dang even asked Qing Huan to go to the restaurant to ask for a jar of spicy wine.
There are many ways to pickle eggs, one is mud-wrapped, the other is dough balls, and some are purely soaked in salt water, but Yu Jinnian’s most commonly used method is dipping in wine, which is simple and clean. When eating, the yolk is runny, and there is a faint The most important thing is that the wine can not only marinate the fishy smell of duck eggs, but also make the yolks turn red and oily.
Yu Jinnian fried the five-spice powder, mixed it with powdered salt and turned it over again, Qing Huan also came back with wine.
Naturally, he, a little alcoholic, couldn't let go of the good opportunity to steal wine and drink it. He opened the altar and took a sip first. The spicy wine was no better than those carefully brewed from bamboo, chrysanthemum and other fruits. It was pure, clear and spicy. The taste of the wine belongs to the kind of cheap big bowls in wine shops. Although the taste is a bit monotonous, it is very enjoyable. After taking a sip, the whole body is warmed up, and I feel that I have infinite strength to squander.
Ji Hong heard that Qing Huan said that the method of making pickled eggs is simple, and he, a layman, can also help with it, so he went to wash his hands and changed into light clothes and came back. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw the young man happily drinking pickled eggs spicy wine.
Walking into the kitchen, the boy greeted him, raised his head with a glass of wine and smiled, "Your reward."
Ji Hong couldn't help but be infected by his smile, and wrapped his arms around his waist. The young man always said that his body fell like a piece of paper, obviously he was not very strong, and his waist was too strong to hold. With a thin waist, his tone softened: "Well, why reward me?"
Yu Jinnian said solemnly: "I reward you for walking such a long distance this time, even climbing a mountain, but you are not too out of breath to walk."
Hearing what he said, Ji Hong seemed to be aware of it, and after thinking about it, it seemed to be true. He seldom went out of the mansion before, but whenever he left the mansion, he would definitely take the sedan chair, even if it was only a few dozen steps away, he would be escorted from left to right, and when he got off the sedan chair, he would be escorted back and forth, just in case he had any discomfort, the weakest body In those years, there was even a group chair with the sedan chair. Later, when he came here, he was instructed by the young man as a clerk, sweeping, passing vegetables and running errands, which used to be done by servants, but now he did it all by himself... Unexpectedly, his health has improved a bit.
He had long given up hope for his body to improve, but now that he had this lively and lovely young man by his side, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional in the middle of the night—he thought about his return to bliss as soon as possible, and also made the young man feel better. When I was ignorant and not deeply involved, I was able to withdraw as soon as possible, and when I mentioned it to my best friends in the future, I ended up saying "old friend"; Pain, I wish I could swallow the young man next to me in one gulp, in order to be with him for a long time, no matter Naiheqiao or Wangchuanshui.
But after thinking about it, tossing and turning, I felt that it was better to be alive, and only when I was alive could I see the boy's smile.
Therefore, although Ji Hong basically maintained a resigned attitude in terms of health, he still wanted to get better, so when he heard the young man say this, he suddenly felt that he was expected to get better, and couldn't help but feel slightly happy in his heart, so he lowered his head and finished drinking in Yu Jinnian's hand With that cup of sake, he even kissed the young man's finger along the edge of the cup.
Yu Jinnian's fingers were tickled by his kiss, he giggled twice, and took advantage of the smell of wine to lightly touch his chin, saying that it is reciprocity.
Ji Hong really loves him to the death for his reciprocity, but it's hard to show it on his face, he just smiles slightly.
The two sat facing each other in the kitchen with their own thoughts, poured the wine into a basin, and stood beside another empty jar that had been cleaned and dried, and began to pickle the eggs.
The method of marinating eggs in wine is to roll green-shelled duck eggs in wine first, then in five-spice salt powder, and then put them in a clay jar. When I ate it at home in my previous life, because there was a refrigerator and my adoptive father had a milder taste, I usually just rolled it twice like this and put it in a bag to tie it tightly. The salty taste of duck eggs was just right when I ate it. But it's not safe to do so at the moment, and it still needs to be made slightly salty to store it longer.
So after they put the duck eggs that had been rolled twice into the ceramic jar, Yu Jinnian melted another pot of saturated salt water—that is, poured salt into it and boiled it until the salt water was full and a thin layer of salt remained at the bottom of the pot. , the resulting concentrated brine. Sprinkle the five-spice powder in, then pour the salt water and the remaining wine in the altar into the pottery vat, then seal the vat with a wooden board, press it down with a big stone, and wait patiently.
After making the pickled eggs, it was getting late, and Yu Jinnian didn't bother to worry about what to eat tonight, so he casually fried a salty and slightly spicy dish, and cut a plate of thin shredded pork on top of the stewed pork for noodles with miso sauce.
Then take the five or six cold steamed buns left over from yesterday, dig a hole at the tail of the steamed bun with a knife, remove a piece of flesh, hold it with long chopsticks and bake it at the mouth of the stove until the skin of the steamed bun is slightly browned and cracked With a few cracks, the smell of burnt steamed buns wafted from the kitchen.
When he was a child, he once ate steamed buns baked by his neighbor's grandpa in his adoptive father's hometown, and he fell in love with them ever since. When he returned to the city, he explicitly asked his adoptive father to make steamed buns. But in terms of taste, I always feel that there is something wrong. It is not as good as the aroma from the stove. As for the barbecue restaurant, it is even worse. I don't know where it is wrong.
Thinking of the smell of baked steamed buns, Yu Jinnian started to sing songs in his stomach. He patiently baked five or six hollow steamed buns, and put them one by one on a small porcelain plate upside down, with the empty stomach facing up. Then stuff the stir-fried vegetables into the belly of the steamed bun, and finally garnish with a pinch of shredded pork.
This is called "steamed bun cup". Isn't it beautiful to have vegetables and rice
As for the rest of the steamed buns, they were cut by him, coated with a layer of flour, and baked into a pot of stewed steamed bun soup. This is also a kind of home-cooked dish, that is, take the onion, ginger and garlic in the pot, pour an egg and stir it, then add shredded cabbage to cook, add salt and soy sauce according to taste, and then cut the small steamed buns Throw it in, close the lid and simmer, and you're ready to eat!
Don't look at it as crude, it seems that there are no valuable ingredients, but it is actually very delicious, and Yu Jinnian alone can drink two big bowls.
Because today is the Cold Clothes Festival, the diners dispersed quickly before it got dark, because when the dark is over, it is the time for ghosts to walk, and anyone who feels that their yang energy is weak should go back home early, so as to Anti-collision is gone.
The family ate warmly, and Sui Sui ate half more because of the novelty and fun of the steamed bun cup. After dinner, several of them packed up separately. Qing Huan took Sui Sui back to her room, saying that she wanted to teach her how to be a girl, and she didn't know what kind of strange kung fu could be learned at such a young age.
Yu Jinnian took out a small basket from the backyard and rushed to find Ji Hong.
At that time, Ji Hong was pacing in the room because he was fed too much by the young man, when the door opened suddenly, before he could turn his head, he felt a heaviness on his back and a slight chill.
The young man wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, half hung on his back, and leisurely tiptoed one foot, then tilted half of his head from behind for a moment, and said happily, "Ah Hong, we're going to send cold clothes too. ah!"