I still want to find some clues from the robe, but this robe has been seen by me several times. It seems that this is a worn ordinary robe, and I really can't find any noteworthy details.
But after I talked with Sanbo, I firmly believe that my father will not let me find this Taoist robe for no reason. There must be some clues in this Taoist robe that I have not been able to unearth.
For the whole day, I have been carefully observing this Taoist robe, but it seems that I can't understand it completely. Dao robe is a thin robe without interlayer. I soaked it in water again, but I couldn't see anything wrong.
In the evening, San Uncle came over, brought me some food, and sat down to chat for a while. Maybe he was afraid that if I knew my life experience, he would not think about it, so he specifically came to persuade me.
"Thirteen, human fate is destined. You have a fate with your father. That's enough. What do you want to do so much? Your father has always raised you as his own son. It's true to have such a father. You’re more close than your father, you should be content."
"San Bo, I am very contented. I know how my father treats me."
"It's fine for you to know it yourself, and it's fine to know. Remember my words, live your life well, and live your life."
San Uncle talked about here for a long time before leaving tremblingly. After San Uncle left, my mind was put on the Taoist robe again.
I was thinking, if there is really something wrong with the Taoist robe, and I can't see it, it can only show that my eyesight and experience are not enough. If I change to someone with eyesight and experience, I might be able to find a clue. Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of Mu Jiu from Shihewan. Mu Jiu is a loyal guy and he is absolutely reliable. There should also be many capable people in his stockade. If you go to Mu Jiu to try, maybe you will have good luck.
As soon as this thought appeared in my heart, it was out of control. I immediately made up my mind and left immediately after dawn to find Mu Jiu.
I slept, and after falling asleep, I had a dream.
I dreamed of a winter with heavy snow, dreamed of our village, dreamed of my home. An old Taoist priest was standing at the door of our house. He was wearing that shabby indigo Taoist robe and he was holding a child in his arms.
This dream was not a nightmare, but it woke me up all at once. Maybe it was because I heard San Uncle talk about the past. After I had a dream, I felt a little irritating in my heart. Involuntarily, I got out of bed and got out of the house, quietly went to the courtyard gate and took a look.
There was no one in the yard outside, there was no one. I turned around and shook my head. It was just a dream.
Early the next morning, I packed up some clothes, and then ran to San Bo to say goodbye. I definitely couldn't tell the truth. I just told him that I was entrusted by my father to travel far away, and San Bo did not ask much, probably because I didn't doubt that I would lie. Before leaving, San Uncle took some money and asked me to be entangled, but I politely declined.
I left the village and started walking towards Shihewan. I didn't use a boat. It is more convenient for the boat to take the waterway, but after leaving the waterway, the boat is useless, and it is not easy to handle. I walked some land first and waited for the boat at the ferry, but the weather was cold and the business at the ferry was very deserted. There were no passengers and no ferry. I waited for at least one and a half hours
, I didn't wait for a boat to come, there was really no way, but to wait at the slightly larger ferry downstream.
The ferry downstream is next to a town. After arriving at the ferry, there was still no boat. This ferry usually has many cargo ships and few passenger ships. After the cold weather, the ferry basically disappeared. There were only two cargo ships, and they refused to carry strangers. I wandered around the ferry for a long time, and after inquiring with the locals, I realized that the ferry business is deserted now, so there is only one ferry every day, and the ferry is separated at noon. Today has passed and there will be no more ferry boats. , If you want to take a boat, you have to wait for tomorrow.
I have no choice but to stay in the nearby town for one night, and then come over and take a boat tomorrow.
There are not many towns on the river beach, so as long as it is a town, no matter how big or small it is, it is more lively. Although I was wearing a simple dress, I was not short of money. Fang Tian left a large amount of money when she left, which was enough to spend. After I arrived in the town, in order to cover people's eyes and ears, I specially made some mud and painted my face fancy.
After dinner, I couldn't sleep when I wanted to go back, so I wandered around the town. When I wandered to the busiest street in town, I saw dozens of beggars gathered outside a shop at a glance.
The beggar was holding a bowl in his hands. After a while, a few people came out of the shop, carrying a bucket of cooked porridge, and a basket of mixed noodle buns. The beggars are very hungry, but outside this shop, they look very disciplined. The hot steamed buns and porridge are just outside, but no one is rushing to grab the team. When it's his turn, the store will serve a bowl of porridge and two mixed noodle buns.
This kind of thing is actually not very rare. In every town, there are several well-known local squires who either do good deeds or gain a reputation and often come out to help the poor. I leaned over and took a look. This shop sells the Four Treasures of Study.
"Good people." There were a few people watching the excitement. A 40-year-old uncle copied his sleeves and said to himself: "In this world, there are not many such good people."
"Uncle, who is serving porridge?"
"Old Yang." The uncle took a look at me and saw that my face was smeared like a cat, thinking that I was also a beggar, so he quickly snarled at me: "If you don't want to eat, go quickly, as long as it is a beggar, Everyone gives alms, whether you are local or not, go quickly."
"I..." I thought it was funny, but my dress was so shabby, it's no wonder that others treat me as a beggar.
I chatted with this uncle for a while, and he said that the owner of this shop is surnamed Yang, and he is very old. He was doing business in the South a few years ago. When he got older, he wanted to return to the roots of fallen leaves, so he returned to his hometown in the river beach. People open stores not to make money, but to do something.
Lao Yang is a beggar for charity, not once or twice, it has been three or four years, and every month he will give alms. I thought, this old man Yang is really a kind person, and if he can persist in doing good things for so long, he is sincere for kindness.
This uncle was probably full of food and was idle. He was about to find someone to chat, and he talked to me for a while. He said that Mr. Yang, who used to do antique business in Southern Scholars, had met the world. When I heard this, my heart moved.
People in the antiques business must have seen a lot of things, and Mr. Yang is probably also reliable. I just thought about it, and let Old Yang take a look at this robe.
Anyway, I don't know each other, no matter if they help or not, at least they won't reveal my intentions. If Mr. Yang could really tell the clue, I would have traveled all the way to Shihewan.
I was thinking about an old man who looked like 80 years old, walked out of the shop, stood at the threshold and looked at the beggar outside the door. This old man was mostly Lao Yang, and the beggar had probably been favored by Lao Yang all year round. When he saw Lao Yang coming out, several little beggars knelt on the ground and kowtow to him.
"Get up, get up." Old Yang was old, but in good spirits, and with kind eyebrows and good intentions, he immediately asked a few little beggars to get up.
A group of beggars received the porridge and rice. They were very sensible and did not delay their business. They ran to the side to eat and let out the door of the shop. But how to put it, the river beach is poor, most of the people in the town are people who work hard to eat, not much literacy, and Mr. Yang’s shop has almost no business, but people don’t care. Just like the uncle said, Mr. Yang was here. The South has made enough money, and opened this shop just for something to do.
The beggars finished their meal, squatted on the wall and chatted for a while, and then went away. By this time, it was getting late, and most of the shops along the street began to close. I waited until there were fewer people before I walked slowly to the door of Old Yang's shop and looked inside.
There is a little guy who is sweeping the floor. This is the shop’s rule. No matter what the shop is, as long as it starts cleaning after nightfall, it is ready to close. The young man swept the floor, and Mr. Yang was reading a book while wearing reading glasses at the counter. When the guy finished cleaning the floor, Mr. Yang told him to go to the backyard to rest.
Mr. Yang is probably an educated person, holding an old thick book, reading with gusto. I stayed outside the door for a long time, seeing that there were really no guests, so I cautiously stepped up the steps and looked outside the door. Take a look.
"Old Yang." I yelled softly and said, "Your store hasn't been closed yet?"
"This is going to be closed." Old Yang raised his head and looked at me. Maybe he thought I was unfamiliar and asked, "Brother, do you want to buy something?"
"Old Yang, me..." I thought about it in my heart, but when I got here, I didn't know what to say, so I hurried to the counter, opened the bag of Taoist robe, and said, "Look at this dress. …"
Old Yang looked at the ruined robe in his bag, then looked at me, took off his reading glasses, and said, "Brother, this is not a pawnshop. What's wrong with you? I didn't eat and want to use clothes for some money? For dinner, I will ask someone to bring you something to eat."
"No, no, that's not what I meant." I quickly explained: "Old Yang, I am from the northern village. A few days ago, I renovated the old house at home. Who knew I dug out a box with this torn clothes in it. I don’t know where it came from, so I thought, "Is this clothes buried under the old house at home? Is there anything to say? But no one in the village understands. I'm traveling far away, and I happened to be here in town. I heard someone say, "You I have seen it before, so I would like to ask you to have a look."
"That's the case." Old Yang smiled, spread the ruined robe in his bag on the counter, glanced up and down, then put on the reading glasses, leaned in front of the robe, and looked at it carefully for a while. .
At this glance, Old Yang's eyes seemed to change, he raised his head abruptly and asked, "Brother, this robe was dug out from under your old house?"
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