The heavens from Bailuyuan

Chapter 243

The siblings talked for a while.

About a quarter of an hour or so.

The ears gradually became silent, with occasional barking of dogs.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

Bai Gui said to Liu Bao'er, who was listening to the story and couldn't get enough of it.

He is good at writing books, telling stories,

Although it is not as impassioned as the storytellers say, it can still be fascinating.

"Yes, brother."

"I'm going back to my room to rest..."

Liu Bao'er was sleepy, and Shui Lingling's eyes showed fatigue, she yawned, straightened her clothes, and said goodbye.

The clothes are white pajamas, covered with a bright red robe, with a fur scarf inlaid around the neck, very rich and noble.

Bai Gui nodded, watched Liu Baoer leave, and then returned to the bedroom door.

The bedroom is warm with a kang.

He threw some hard firewood into the kang to seal the fire.

Only then did he put on his clothes and go to the kang.

……

The next morning.

Bai Gui brought a lot of gifts, and walked to the ancestral hall of Bailu Village following the snowflakes that fell last night.

Outside the ancestral hall, there are still some remnants of temporary earthen stoves, which have not yet been demolished.

He is here to visit Xu Xiucai.

During the banquet yesterday, he also had a lot of conversations with Xu Xiucai, but it was only superficial and not in-depth.

When I just walked four or five steps outside the ancestral hall.

In the school in the west building, there is a Mengtong reading a book, and the sound of reading can be heard.

"The heaven and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric."

"The sun and the moon are in full bloom, and the celestial places are listed."

"..."

At this time, it is the time for the spontaneous early reading of the Mongolian children, not the early learning.

"The culture and education of Bailu Village School is better than before."

Bai Gui secretly sighed.

He listened to the sounds to identify the sounds, and there were almost 20 people reading the books.You know, five years ago, there were only four or five people who could get up early and do morning reading.

Approaching the ancestral hall, the concierge.

Through the gap in the window lattice, he didn't see the lame old man.

"He died. He died last year. He died around this time. He had no children. He died and had no descendants to handle the funeral. The school director bought a willow wooden coffin and buried him in the ancestral land of your village."

"Right now, every household in Bailu Village has lucrative businesses, and no one wants to be a village guard, watch the watch, visit the ancestral hall..."

Xu Xiucai talked about this while drinking jujube porridge.

In Bailu Village School, the school director is Bai Jiaxuan, the head of the clan, and Lu Zilin is the supervisor.

"Sir, I'll go to the concierge to see..."

Suddenly, Bai Gui felt a little sad in his heart, he thought about it and said.

The relationship between him and the lame old man was not very good, and there were not many negotiations. If the lame old man said he was nice to him, he only lent him a jujube lantern for nighttime. He returned the gift later, and the two had no relationship.

Speaking of it, in the past he and Zhou Yuan borrowed stoves at the concierge, and the lame old man took more care of Zhou Yuan. Also, at that time Zhou Yuan was the son of the wealthy family, while he was just an ordinary son of a long-term worker. There is no last meal.

But people, when they are alive, don't miss them very much, and don't take a second look at them.

But after he died, he suddenly remembered his good behavior.

"You can take a look. He died in the porter's room. Many people avoided him and didn't come here very often. A few days ago, the supervisor was discussing that Mr. Yin Yang should be invited to stir up fire in the porter's room to avoid bad luck." ..."

"You are a Wenqu star descending to earth, and with the blessing of Confucius, nothing will happen."

Mr. Xu nodded.

He gulped down the jujube porridge in one gulp, then left the dining table, groped for a while, and took out a copper key from the box under the bed press. It was brand new, yellow and orange, not covered with patina, and seemed to be in good condition.

"Here is the key to the porter."

he said.

Bai Gui picked up the key, lifted the hem of his gown, got up, walked a few steps, and arrived at the concierge.

open the door.

There was dust.

There is really nothing in there, if there is, it would have been picked up long ago, such as the lacquered wood blackboard he went to school, or the wooden door of a cave dwelling, which had died before, and it would have been abandoned long ago.

The hearth near the earth wall has plant ash on the hearth.

Suddenly, he saw the air outlet under the stove, about the diameter of three or four red bricks.

Squinting over, I can see some of De Maogong's crystal cake dim sum, which has long been air-dried and covered with a thin layer of dust, but the red seal of "De Maogong" on the puff pastry can still be seen. .

This was a gift he gave to the lame old man after he returned to the village after winning the case in Zishui County.

Estimated, not willing to eat.

Bai Gui took a step back, closed the door, and locked the brass lock again.

"If you have a chance in the future, you can visit his grave..."

"He's pretty good, at least there's a coffin for burial after death, other villages..."

Xu Xiucai shook his head and sighed.

Every village has its guardians, and the lame old man is not stupid. He can work on the watch and find a job to survive.

"After the New Year's Eve, when I go to the grave, I will burn some paper money for him."

Bai Gui nodded and accepted the matter.

At that time... it's on the way.

To put it harshly, the lame old man didn't make him pay special respects.After all, according to the relationship between the two, the lame old man didn't leave him any great kindness, and the stove in the porter's house was family property, so they could have borrowed it as students.But in any case, with this kindness, it is still feasible for him to burn some paper money to the lame old man when he pays homage to his ancestor's grave every year.

It was a trifle for the lame old man to die.

Bai Gui soon talked about other things with Xu Xiucai.

"Now there is no imperial examination, and Bailu Academy is on the verge of disbanding. The students left the academy, went to the provincial capital, and went to other provinces to apply for new schools... The newly appointed county magistrate Peng, who was the county magistrate a few years ago, invited Mr. Zhu has served as a senior teacher at the county level..."

"However, I heard from the same year that Mr. Zhu recently planned to resign from the post of the principal of the normal school. He organized a group of well-educated scholars and planned to compile the county annals. Among them were his classmates and disciples. They were all unswerving believers in the Guan School. He is a celebrity and a virtuous person, a model for the people of the whole town..."

Xu Xiucai said slowly, his words were full of desolation.

In just a few years, the sky has changed.

"In a few days, before the New Year's Eve, I will go to Zishui County to pay respects to Mr. Zhu."

Bai Gui nodded solemnly.

He is also a member of Guan Xuemen, and now Mr. Zhu organizes Guan Xuemen to start compiling the county annals. As a student, he should go to help. Although it is only a county annals, compiling the history book is not easy.

"Actually, according to Mr. Zhu's talent and learning, he can work anywhere, not to mention the county annals, even the provincial annals..."

"A year ago, General Zhang came to Zishui County by car in person. He wanted to invite Mr. Zhu to leave the mountain in the same year, but Mr. Zhu declined..."

"Mr. Zhu is unwilling to become an official!"

Xu Xiucai said.

Although he knew that, according to Bai Gui's character, he would not underestimate Mr. Zhu even if he knew that he was compiling the county annals, but he still had to remind and advise him.

"I know that. I admire Mr. Zhu's talent and learning..."

Bai Gui nodded in agreement.

Don't think that Mr. Zhu only edits county chronicles.But this principle is similar to that of No.1 and No.2 exams. The No.1 exam is because there is only No.1 and the score is only 2 points. The No.99 exam is because his ability is only enough for [-] points.

Mr. Zhu is the No.1.

"By the way, do you still eat red dates?"

Xu Xiucai couldn't help smiling when he saw Bai Gui spitting out jujubes while drinking porridge, and the jujube pits piled up into a hill.

As he spoke, he took out a pack of red dates from his book case, picked up a dozen or so, and stuffed them all into Bai Gui's hands.

(End of this chapter)