After Master Liu left, many people came to Cui Xie one after another.
He stayed in the inn as the son of the Hubu Langzhong, who assisted the Jinyiwei in capturing the demon, and the Zhizhou sent his confidants to visit him. No matter what the reason, the officials in the state and even the local clan refused to be left behind, or came to the door in person. Or send someone to visit him. Every day in the inn, the trend of friends and family coming and going is almost like later generations of Internet celebrities are hospitalized, and reporters and media people come one after another to interview.
Of course, everyone tacitly forgot that his ass was smashed by his own father, and only thought that all the injuries on his body were done to capture the demon.
Before these people came, they got a suggestion from Master Liu. They never mentioned any eight-part articles, poems and songs. They praised him a few words of "refreshing" and "dragon and phoenix posture" when they met, and then began to talk about local customs and customs, and gave them a few sets of eternal Shuntang's newly printed rap lyrics. Cui Xie racked his brains to learn how people from the Ming Dynasty spoke. He pretended not to hear anything he didn't understand. When it came to his family, he bowed his head and wept, and then holding the inkstone would answer him distressedly. At least he didn't reveal too many flaws.
After dealing with the guests, he had to pretend to miss his parents and life in the capital, and slowly talk through the mouths of Peng Yan and his son to learn about the original family, friends and past life.
Peng Yan was particularly soft-hearted. As long as he sighed and said a few words of homesickness, he would recall the situation at home with him; and Cui Yuan had followed his father since he was a child, and was very familiar with the situation of his father's generation, so he changed the wound medicine for him. He also often said "what if the lady is here".
After ten days of hard struggle, he finally figured out the original family relationship.
The ancestor of the Cui family was one of the families who were forced to move from the south to the north of Zhili during the Yongle period, but the ancestor Cui, the old grandmother, was very good at farming and management, earning more than ten hectares of good irrigated land. In his grandfather's generation, because he gave birth to Cui Ju, a smart son who could read, in order for him to go to school, he farmed the fields and moved his wife and children to Qian'an County.
At the age of 18, Cui Ju married a daughter of a thousand households in Fucheng. Although his wife was from a military household, she was very elegant and could sing poetry with her husband. After getting married, Cui Ju made great progress in the scientific field. In the second year of Chenghua, he passed the jinshi examination and was elected as a Beijing official. After that, he brought his parents and wife into the capital.
Unfortunately, he is proud of his officialdom, but his family has been unhappy. The old lady suffered a stroke two years after she entered Beijing; then Madam Liu was too tired to have fetal gas and died of dystocia; the old lady had to serve her husband and take care of her newly born grandson. After working hard and getting sick, he had to send Xiao Cui Xie to study in the outer courtyard, and he recited Buddha in the upper room to recuperate.
After Mrs. Liu passed away, Cui Ju felt that it was due to a problem with the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, so he returned to his hometown to rebuild the ancestral tomb, and moved the ancestral hall to the capital, and never returned to Qian'an. After that, he married another daughter of a family who was an official in the capital, the current wife Xu, who presided over the housework, and gave birth to a second son, Cui Heng, the following year.
There are several concubines in the backyard of the Cui family. Only one concubine named Wu gave birth to a concubine named Cui He, who is only five years old this year. There are two other daughters from concubines, the older one is called Sister Jiao, who was married to the son of the Xu family’s uncle in the same year in the same year, and is now working in Luzhou with her in-laws. Start picking people.
As for the original body, I have nothing to say: I have been studying at home since I was a child, and I have never even gone out a few times in my life. The relationship with his half-brother was mediocre, he didn't make any friends outside, and he read books in a confused way—this is not what Cui Yuan and his son said, but what he saw from Master Liu's attitude.
In short, if you don't go out, you meet a few relatives and friends who are old and old, and it's good to have grievances and grievances.
These days, he has been more tragic than the college exam week. He has to think twice before saying every word. He has to watch the other party's reaction and adjust the topic in time. Look with energy. After the situation of the original owner was basically out of the way, he breathed a sigh of relief, buried his head in the bed, and slept happily for two days.
Relying on this body, he is only fourteen years old, and it is the time when his body grows the fastest, no matter whether he is tired or injured, as long as he gets enough rest, he can recover quickly.
After lying in the inn for half a month, the cane injuries on his hips and legs have almost healed. A piece of pink tender flesh was exposed where the scab had fallen off the edge, flush with the surrounding skin, and as long as the color faded in the future, nothing could be seen. The incision on the shoulder is also scabbed, there is no infection, it does not hurt to get up, and it does not affect the movement.
He observed for two more days and felt that his health was fine, so he asked Cui Yuan and his son to pack up and plan to go to Qian'an earlier.
Holding the inkstone obediently to pack the luggage, Cui Yuan was a little reluctant to leave, and asked him: "Can you wait for two more days, in case the master hears that you helped Jin Yiwei to catch the demon, he will no longer be angry with you, and send someone to pick us up. How about going back?"
Cui Xie shook his head: "Uncle Yuan, do you remember how many days we stayed at the inn?"
A full half a month.
These days, the whole Tongzhou has come to see them, and the boxes filled with pen, ink, paper, inkstone and nourishing food, and a few scavengers wrote poems and essays for him. Only the family in the capital was silent, and they didn't even send them a piece of paper.
Cui Yuan didn't want to believe that his master was so cold to his own son, but after counting the days, thinking about the attitude of his family to force them to go out when they went out, he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.
He was afraid to stir up the little master's sorrow, so he sighed to his son behind his back: "Our master is a student of Wan Shoufu, and Wan Shoufu and Jinyiwei Commander Wan have joined the clan again. The master also had some dealings with Jinyiwei in the past. The Shang always has some kind of relatives. Why did Xie Qianhu speak for the young master, and he told us to wait for Xixiner, but it seems that there is no such thing on the master's side?"
He thought that he had wronged his master. Because after Xie Qianhu's post was handed to Cui Mansion, Cui Langzhong didn't see it at all, so it was sent directly to Mrs. Xu in the backyard.
After Mrs. Xu read the contents, she moved to the candle and burned it.
Her confidant, Di's mother watched Huo Miao lick off the words "Jinyiwei Qianhu Xieying" on the cover. ' The matter is also related to the official business outside the master. The wife just burned it like this. If the thousand households tell the master about this, will the master blame you for making your own decisions?"
Mrs. Xu shook her head and said calmly: "Jin Yiwei can do anything with our master, but it's just a trick to ask for money. Let's give a gift in private to settle this matter, and it's my responsibility as a mother. That letter I read it, and it didn't say that Brother Xie caused any trouble, we will treat him as meritorious and innocent, and send a hundred taels to the account, so we don't need to alarm the master."
Di's mother was still a little frightened, afraid that Cui Ju would know from outsiders that the eldest son had an accident in the future, and thinking about the father-son relationship, he would blame his wife for hiding it from him.
Mrs. Xu smiled gently: "If the master really cares, will he send him back to the country? His mother is a daughter of a military household, but her life is good, and she took up a wife's place by marrying into the Cui family before the master went to school. The seat, the status is not much higher than the few in our backyard, what kind of good son can he give birth to who can read? That one is to stay in the capital, enter the Imperial College, and can't be admitted to the top, so it is better to give the Yinsheng quota to Heng brother. When I am a mother, I will not be harsh on him. When he is old, I will find a capable and filial daughter-in-law for him, and let him stay in his hometown to take care of the property. Wouldn’t it be good for him to end up in abundance?”
Di's mother heard the lightheartedness of the lady's words, so she recited the Buddha, got up and blessed, and said, "It's still the lady who has a decision, then the slave and maid will go to prepare the ceremony and instruct the outer court not to report this letter to the master."
Mrs. Xu nodded lightly: "Go, what's the big deal. Brother Heng, you also keep an eye on me, and let the people around him take care of him and recuperate. Don't rush out of bed for the past two days. It's the master. I listened to someone's advice outside, and when I came back and saw his injury, I naturally gave up."
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Cui Yuan and his son did not avoid people when they were packing their things. The inn owner, Yan Yuanwai, heard that he was leaving, and hurried over to persuade him: "Does Mr. Cui think that I am not well entertained here? If the house is not tidy, I will ask someone to rebuild it for you. Clean up; if the store is not clean enough, my house is not far from here, and there is an empty yard in the house, so I will ask the young master to move it there, so it is convenient to study and go to school."
Cui Xie lived in this inn, just like the underground party sneaked into Wang's pseudo-agent No. 76. Zhenri was so upset, his hair was almost white, he finally got up, and he had to leave if he said anything.
Yan Yuanwai insisted: "Qian'an was only hit by a flood last summer, and many houses were washed away inside and outside the county. This year, rice, grain, vegetables and vegetables are extremely expensive, so it is not a place to meditate and study. The son lives in our shop for a few. Yue, wouldn't it be better to send someone back to fix the house before moving?"
Choi Xie shook his head firmly.
These days, he has dealt with the people of the Ming Dynasty, especially the people in the government, and he has silently memorized the customs of this era, and he is no longer the new transmigrator with black eyes. Since he made up his mind to leave, he had prepared a reason that the ancients could not refuse, and threw it out before the strict officers - he wanted to return to his hometown to worship.
In the Ming Dynasty, death was like life. Sweeping tombs and worshipping ancestors was like filial piety to one’s parents. It was a matter of loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness. Yan staff could no longer stop them, so they asked the cook to prepare a lot of dry food, road vegetables, and pickles, and arranged for hired workers to help them bundle up the gifts that people brought when they came to visit the doctor these days. Comfortable carts take them home.
They eat and live in the inn for free, but when they leave, they cannot leave for free. Cui Xie, on the pretext that writing would involve the wound on his shoulder, still called holding inkstone as a ghostwriter, copied a recipe of Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar produced by a factory built during the Daoguang period, and sealed it in an envelope and handed it to Yan Yuan.