On the second day of the first lunar month, Yun Yanhui still has so much business in the color shed. The ladies are surrounded by flowers and small animals. The most popular is the flower bear, and the pink flower pig is also good.
With Zhisheng and the others helping, Yun Yan felt much more relaxed when he returned. He sat on the pony in the corner and chatted with Zhisheng.
"How is your book reading?" Yun Yan asked him back.
In the past few years, they followed Yun Yanhui and made some money. Under Yun Yanhui's suggestion, Zhisheng started to study. I didn't go to a full-time academy at the beginning, but if you have any questions, you can ask the scholars who live in the temple, and many people will still answer enthusiastically.
Four years ago, an academy was also established in the Daxiangguo Temple. It was of a welfare nature. Zhisheng went in to study, and then officially returned to the secular and hard studies, preparing for the imperial examinations in the future.
However, Zhisheng has a good mentality. There are only a few people who can pass the test these years. What's more, he chose the jinshi subject, which is less than fifty jinshi. How difficult it is to pass the test. However, compared to the two older brothers who are full of expectations and worry about gains and losses, Chisheng's mentality is much better.
At this moment, Zhisheng said: "I also read some questions, and I'm going to ask the old gentleman for advice during the festival."
"Come on, I can't help you with this, I have a headache when I read the Four Books and Five Classics." Yun Yan gestured back.
The two chatted for a while, and then they saw a person sneaking in from the color shed, causing the ladies to avoid them. This man didn't know it, he walked to the booth in two steps, turned his legs over, and squatted in front of Yun Yanhui.
"Brother Yan!"
This man was taller than Yun Yanhui, and Yun Yanhui happened to be sitting in the corner. He squatted in front of him, feeling quite oppressive.
"Hey, what's it called? I'll give you the annual money." Yun Yan leaned back lazily and said.
"Uncle, a happy new year." This man shouted with a smile, it was Yun Yanhui's cousin Zheng Ling.
This kid is about to be crowned this year. It took a few years before to finish painting Yunyan back to the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival, and it also caused a certain sensation in the painting circle. Speaking of the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival, after these years The development of Kaifeng has also become a major feature of Kaifeng, famous all over the world, and visitors from other places actually participate.
Now, Zheng Ping is working on Kesi. It's a big project, but it will definitely be a blockbuster after it's completed. Because Zheng Ping was with Fu Yunfeng, she gradually got rid of her past pain. As soon as she was in a good mood, her body felt better, and she was able to continue kesi.
And now she doesn't have to rely on her Kesi to support her family, so this painting is entirely to support the careers of her son and nephew, and also to make her own art.
On Zheng Xun's side, I don't know if their thoughts have changed because of Zheng Ling's small achievements. In short, Zheng Ling is currently arranged at home to mix in Honglu Temple. There are 20 days off a month, and the remaining 10 days to order I will come back after Mao, and in my spare time I will either paint or play.
Yun Yanhui was very happy to hear it, and he took out a string of copper coins strung with a red thread from his arms, a total of 100 coins, and handed them to Zheng Ling.
Zheng Ling happily accepted it.
This annual money is almost equal to the modern lucky money, but the rules are different. In some places in modern times, people who are not married can receive red envelopes. If they are married, they should send them to others. In some places, they cannot receive red envelopes when they are adults. Some are generally in the hundreds or thousands, while others only give a small amount of packages.
As for Bianjing, you can accept it, but it will be sent according to the age of the other party. For example, if the other party is ten years old, ten copper coins will be given out, which is why it is called "sui-nian" money, and it will be distributed with age.
There are exceptions, like Yun Yanhui, who does not give the actual age, but gives one hundred copper coins, in fact, is wishing Zheng Ling a long life to live to be one hundred years old.
Zheng Ling also came back from a New Year's visit, and came to sit after passing by.
There are actually many ways to greet the New Year. It is popular to send "greeting cards". After all, it is very troublesome to go from home to family when it snows and the road is slippery in winter. You can also send your children away, just like Zheng Ling, go out to pay New Year's greetings.
Yun Yanhui had an appointment with him for a few days. He was not busy there, so he came to stay at home for two days.
The Zheng family always turns a blind eye to Zheng Ling's interactions with this side. He wants to sleep there. As long as it is not frequent, he will not talk much, but he will not interfere, and he will not help prepare gifts or anything.
Zheng Ling still threw two rounds here, without spending any money or thumping, and then left angrily.
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After Zheng Ling left, one afternoon, as Yun Yan had expected, all the flowers and animals were gone, so he packed up and went home. He first sent the three Chisheng brothers to their yard, and then went back by himself.
Shuang Yi was cooking, and she could be considered ruthless. She knew that she could only go out to play when she made a dish, so she vowed to make a big dish in the afternoon, and she was packing the fish, saying that it was to make steamed fish.
Yun Yan stood back at the kitchen door, leaning against the door frame to see that Shuang Yi was watching the fire, while Zheng Ping gestured to him, "It's all such a big fish."
Yun Yan looked back, "Huh, it's not even the size of a palm, did you pick it up at the fish market?"
Shuang Yi looked pained, "I really can't deal with the big fish..."
Mingming picked up a sword, like an arm and a finger, facing the carp, but he was helpless, and finally had to choose a smaller fish, which was easier to control. As a result, steamed carp also became steamed baby fish.
Xiaobao also leaned in and put his chin on Yun Yanhui's shoulder from behind, "Brother, let's go to Master's tomorrow together."
Yun Yanhui panicked, "Your chin is a little sharp."
Zheng Ping said, "Why is your chin pointed? Eat more meat tonight!"
Xiaobao tilted his face a bit and put it on his cheek, "Why, mother, it's Brother Yan who is afraid of pain, but it's just the jawbone."
Yun Yan rolled her eyes, "Okay okay, mother, then you can prepare some gifts for me tomorrow, and I'll go and pay New Year's greetings to the Zen master."
Knowing that she is Xiaobao's master and is like a master with him, Zheng Ping knows no more, and nodded hurriedly, "I prepared it earlier, and I even gave Zen Master a sutra cover."
Not long after, when it was time to eat, everyone was on the table. Zheng Ping brought out the dishes she had made, and then waited for Shuangyi's savory dishes and steamed fish.
Shuang Yi brought the soup pot with both hands and placed it in the middle of the dining table. In order to keep warm, the soup pot had a lid.
Fu Yunfeng showed an encouraging smile, "Yiniang is cooking, it's the first time I've eaten, so I can eat more."
Everyone else looked weird. Before Fu Yunfeng knew Zheng Ping, Shuang Yi was banned from cooking because the cooking was so disastrous. Of course, after a few years, maybe some improvement
Shuang Yi lifted the lid embarrassedly, "It doesn't seem to be doing well."
As soon as the lid was lifted, there was a smell of fish wafting out, which cheered everyone up and smiled. Immediately, the lid was completely opened, revealing the milky white fish soup, as well as the fish juveniles floating on the soup noodles strangely, and some were still turning their stomachs...
Everyone: "???"
Yun Yan took a breath of cold air.
Xiaobao pointed at the fish in disbelief, "Sister, why are they floating!"
Shuang Yi: "Yes, maybe there is more soup?"
Zheng Ping murmured, "I have learned to cook since I was five years old, and I have never seen such a strange situation."
Then everyone looked at Fu Yunfeng in unison.
Fu Yunfeng: "..."
He had just said that he wanted to eat more, and now he wanted to die very much, so he said: "It still smells good, maybe it tastes good, let's try it..."
Who wants to be with you and us.
Xiaobao said quickly: "You can't eat this indiscriminately. Who knows what harm it will do to the body. Uncle Fu's 20 years of careful skill will be destroyed in one fell swoop."
Fu Yunfeng: "..."
Yunyan tutted his tongue in admiration, "Seriously, this dish deserves a new name, and steamed fish is not enough to describe it. I think it should be called 'Bianhe Floating Corpse', you see these fish, they are full of The breath of death."
The cooked fish, floating on the soup noodles, was also terrible. The image of the name made everyone nod involuntarily.
Shuang Yi held her head in frustration, "I just said I won't, and I don't know which step went wrong."
No one dares to eat such a bowl of fish soup, even if it is fragrant. In the end, Zheng Ping had no choice but to comfort Shuangyi, let's learn the white case, it should be better to make pasta and cakes.
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The next day, the third day of the first lunar month, Yun Yanhui and Xiaobao brought New Year's gifts to Luran to pay New Year's greetings.
Knowing that the taste of the year is not so strong here, he is closing the door to thank guests for copying the scriptures.
Seeing that the disciples were coming, Lingjian told them to sit down and order tea.
Yun Yanhui actually thought it was a bit strange, because he told Lingran Bai that he meant to come later for New Year's greetings in his early years. Xiaobao has been practicing with Lingran now, but he sent back the news that he would come today. He didn't say anything in front of Zheng Ping at that time, but he actually had doubts in his heart.
After chatting with them for a few words, it was time to get to the point. He touched the teacup and pondered for a moment: "In the first day of the first year, the abbot talked with the elders, and the meaning of what he said was... He wants to leave the hospital."
Yun Yan raised her eyebrows, "Abbot is planning to retreat?"
Of course, the post of abbot is not for life, and there is a day to retire, but it is not called retirement, but retirement. After leaving office, he can be called a retired monk, and he is still respected by the whole temple, and his treatment is still very high.
Thinking about it this way, the abbot is also getting old. Indeed, he has revealed that there are too many chores in recent years. He wants to sit quietly in meditation.
Clearly nodded, and said, "The abbot wants me to take over."
"It's not surprising, we are in the same line." Even if the relationship between the abbot and Liran was not that good before, what Yun Yanhui has done in the past few years has tied them together. The abbot trusted Yun Yanhui, Yun Yanhui helped him generate income, and at the same time, Yun Yanhui understood half of his disciples. And knowing that his character is also excellent, no one in He Temple will be dissatisfied with choosing him.
Clear but a little disappointed, "I originally wanted to recite the scriptures and practice meditation, but then I remembered that if I want to change the status quo, maybe I will have the opportunity to become an abbot..."
Yun Yan returned to Muran. Now that monks are secularized, it is not easy to improve the moral cultivation quality of monks. However, it is always good to have ideals.
After a long while, Yun Yan replied, "If you ask me if I support it, I will definitely support it. A monk who doesn't want to be an abbot is not a good monk..." Halfway through, he saw that the expression on his face was not quite right, he coughed and changed his words. Dao, "Now that the temple looks around, only you can take on this important task."
"Amitabha." Clearly recited the Buddha.
Yun Yan heard back, this is probably agreed, it is estimated that after the festival, everyone reaches a consensus, and the abbot will officially announce it.
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After leaving the clear-cut Chanyuan, Yun Yanhui suddenly sat down in the snow.
Xiaobao looked at him in astonishment, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"
Yun Yan scratched her head back, "Wake up, do you really think your master is here to ask my opinion? I'm afraid that after taking the throne, the atmosphere in the temple will be rectified, and I'm not allowed to inform or help the monks in advance!"