Lujia Village had such an official, and all the villagers, young and old, and even the head of the North Village came to congratulate him. Lu Laoshi was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He was busy in the yard, moving all the chairs and benches that could be moved outside, and inviting the old people and the head of the village to sit down and talk.
The younger generation gathered around the courtyard wall, and some even leaned against the window frames, eating snacks and looking at the robe on the couch in amazement. Lu Pan and the other eight were talking about the world they had seen outside.
"… You don't know, we stayed at an inn, but ended up staying at an old deserted house. Hey, there was a bunch of yellow-skinned people there. Fortunately, the eight of us have strong yang energy, so we managed to subdue that yellow-skinned witch."
"… Lu Qing is right, but the scary part is what's behind, that Dragon Cliff. There's a vast expanse of white mist, and a dragon lives in the deep ravine below. Standing up from below, it's taller than the cliff. It's really scary to look at from a distance."
"That's right. In the end, she followed our Liangsheng. Now she's still staying in the river in the north. And, the capital is very prosperous. Liangsheng even has a house there... Pah, a Taoist temple. The bed there is so comfortable."
As soon as they returned to the village, many young people from the village surrounded the eight people. They looked at them proudly showing off the prosperity outside and the shiny armor on Lu Pan and the other eight people. They tried to touch them with envy, but were slapped away by Lu Pan and the other eight people. They wiped them like treasures and did not let others touch them.
"This was given by the emperor. Doesn't the emperor know? This is the biggest one in the world!"
Over there, Lu Liangsheng set out his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and came out to talk to the somewhat confused Lu Taigong. The rosy glow filled the foothills, and Li Jinhua went to the kitchen to cook.
The villagers who had surrounded the yard looked at the time and then left one after another. Lu Laoshi saw them off to the gate of the yard and waved to those who were leaving with a flushed face.
"Come to my house when you have time."
After everyone had left, he walked back with great satisfaction. His family had a capable person. Lu Laoshi, who had been honest and submissive all his life, seemed to have said everything he could say in his life today. He felt so relieved.
When they returned to the yard, only Sun Yingxian, her daughter, and the black man named Lao Zhu were left to help move the stools.
"Xiao Xian, where is your brother?"
The girl put the bench under the eaves and moved her mouth towards the kitchen: "I'm going inside to talk to mom. Dad, is there anything you need to do? Just call me!"
On the side, the Taoist priest quickly raised his hand: "I can do it too!"
"It's okay, I'm just asking."
Lu Laoshi glanced towards the kitchen and saw his wife cooking with a spatula and his son lighting a fire at the stove opposite. He chuckled a few times, waved to the Taoist and Xiao Xian, walked to the donkey shed and pulled out the cart frame that had not been made for a long time. He moved his buttocks, sat on the straw next to the old donkey, and continued to make a ping-pong sound, which made Liangsheng's old donkey feel annoyed. He stretched out his long mouth to pull off the reins, called the green donkey inside, and strolled out of the yard.
Bang bang bang…
The kitchen knife chopped quickly on the chopping board. In the kitchen, flames filled the stove, illuminating the scholar's face, and passed in with a few dead branches. Lu Liangsheng patted the dust off his hands and raised his eyes to look at the woman opposite him.
In a joking tone, he asked, "Mom, what name did you give me when I was a child? Why did you change it later?"
"Your father is so lukewarm, what other name can he be given?"
Li Jinhua scooped the meat out of the pot and put it on a plate. She scooped some water to wash the pot and said with a smile, "Your eight uncles' names are good. They are Pan, Xi, Qing, Su, Lai, Qi, Xia, and Shan. But your father didn't like that. He had to name you Er Shitou..."
The corners of Lu Liangsheng's mouth twitched.
"Lu Ershitou?"
"That's right. He said he was the old stone, and you are the second stone..." Thinking of this, Li Jinhua became angry. She put her hands on her waist and knocked the edge of the pot twice with the spatula in her hand.
"If I hadn't just given birth to you and was weak, I would have beaten your father up. When you were full-term, I would have carried you back to your parents' home, and your father would have chased after us..."
When the woman said this, her anger disappeared, but she smiled as she continued to wash the pot, add water, and put the dishes in: "… He was so anxious that he was sweating all over, and he was not good at talking. I gave him a way out, but he didn't know what to say. So when we got to the market at the foot of the mountain… It was a coincidence that we met an old Taoist priest who stopped me and my father at that time."
Flames were burning at the stove mouth, sparks were flying out. Lu Liangsheng held a fire stick in his hand and listened carefully to his mother's stories about the past. He didn't know any of this, and his parents probably didn't think anything of it, or they forgot about it and didn't tell him.
Although it sounded somewhat interesting at the moment, Lu Liangsheng always felt that there was something wrong with it. Seeing his mother stirring the soup pot, he did not continue and urged her.
"Mom, what's behind?"
"Behind? The old Taoist priest behind you gave you your current name." Li Jinhua put down the spatula, leaned against the stove, tilted her head and thought carefully for a while.
"It's been too long. There are some things that I don't remember. I only know that the old Taoist priest said that you have the appearance of prosperity and prosperity. If your name contains "天", it's easy for God to take you away, and if your name contains "地", it's easy for the Queen Mother to call you away. So they gave you a name in the middle... Mom doesn't remember. I only remember what the old Taoist priest said, that a life is precious but a name should not be made public, so they gave you "良生". At the time, your father and I thought it was easy to remember and easy to pronounce, so we didn't think much about it and agreed. Tsk tsk..."
Li Jinhua sighed twice, picked up the spatula again and scooped up the cooked food.
"I didn't expect that he would be right. My son is indeed destined to be a high-ranking official."
Across from the stove, Lu Liangsheng paid no attention to his mother's intoxication with "predicting things like a god". His slightly frowned brows tightened even more. From what he heard, it was obvious that the Taoist priest came here on purpose. But his parents and even the people of Lujia Village had been hunters or poor farmers for generations, and there was no heirloom. Why would he come here specially to give him a name
While he was thinking about it, a slim figure walked in from outside the fence in the yard. The Taoist stopped playing with Xiao Xian, smiled in a rather obscene way, and shouted towards the kitchen.
"Mr. Lu, your wife is looking for you."
This made Nie Honglian, who was walking under the eaves, turn her pretty face away and glare at him viciously, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It seemed that these words sounded quite pleasant to her.
Turning around and walking to the kitchen, he saw Lu Liangsheng staring at the stove which was about to go out, in a daze, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Sir?"
Um
Hearing the gentle voice, Lu Liangsheng came back to his senses. A woman in a white dress with cloud-edge lotus pattern came over, squatted beside him, dimples appeared on her cheeks, she smiled sweetly, and called out to him again.
"Young Master!"
"I heard it..." Lu Liangsheng laughed, reached out and held the woman's hand, and placed it on his knees, "When did you come here?"
Feeling the warmth from the big hand, Hong Lian lowered her head, leaned closer to the scholar, and said softly:
"I came early. Sir, you have been sitting here blankly. What are you thinking about?"
"I miss you."
Lu Liangsheng said this casually, causing Hong Lian to raise her face and be stunned for a moment. She turned her face away shyly, and her words were as soft as a mosquito's sound between her red lips.
"Why would you say these words, young master..."
Cough cough!
At the stove door, the Taoist priest leaned against the door without knowing when, and Lu Xiaoxian hid aside with a smiling face.
"Brother... you still say these things, but did you see Mom's expression? You are so angry that you have lost all your temper."
Well…
The fire that had been brought into the stove earlier had long since burned out. The woman opposite was staring at him with her eyes narrowed while holding a spatula, and she knocked on the edge of the pot.
"Take Hong Lian outside. Xiao Sun, come here and light the fire!"
Watching Lu Liangsheng pulling Hong Lian outside, the Taoist gritted his teeth and sat down on the small stool. Looking at the sparks that lit up inside, he subconsciously took out a fire talisman, but was glared at by Li Jinhua, so he put it back into his arms in dismay.
Lu Xiaoxian went back to her room with a laugh, took out a pair of soles that she had just sewn, and kicked the hen that was following her away. The hen flapped its wings and landed beside the water tank, clucking loudly. A toad that was drinking water beside the tank was startled by the sudden movement and almost fell into the tank. It jumped up reflexively, turned around, stood on one leg, and held its webbed feet horizontally.
The toad's bean-sized eyes looked around quickly, and saw below, the white hen spread its wings and stood alone, with its feathers standing up one by one.
Chuck…
After the rooster crowed twice, it rushed over and started a long battle with the giant toad.
The sun sets.
Lu Liangsheng was holding Hong Lian's hand and walking on the field path outside the village. Not far away, an old donkey was swinging its bald tail and leisurely strolling with a young donkey.
As the rosy glow came, the two of them rubbed their ears together, looking at the rolling hills in the distance immersed in the red.