palm river mountain

Chapter 20
When Duan Wenchang saw a suspension bridge built between the two mountains, Duan Wenchang's previously surprised heart finally fell to the ground.

He has been in court for decades, and he has extraordinary knowledge.

The construction of this cemetery has its own regulations, and the stone tablet of the imperial mausoleum has big characters written by Duan Wenchang. This elegant mountain is not worth his surprise.

But the literati are based on integrity, and their elegance is worthy of praise, but exceeding the rules will bring disaster.

Duan Wenchang thought, stretched out his hand, and patted Duan Yi's shoulder, "It's okay to be absurd, but not stupid."

He said, squinting his eyes. After getting older, he likes to do this movement, as if he can hide all the serious thoughts in his eyes in the narrowed gap.

"I have a "Wood Classic" in my study. After you go back, you can take it and read it. Although I am not proficient in the construction of the Ministry of Industry, as long as I have read the book, I can tell a thing or two."

Duan Yi was slightly startled, and couldn't help but think highly of her grandfather Duan Wenchang.

After she asked Mother Jiang to find a craftsman to build the house, she became friends with Craftsman Guan.When being tortured by Mr. Qi and Gu Congrong to the point where he wished he could kill himself, he would draw blueprints with the craftsman Guan and build bridges and roads everywhere to soothe his mood.

Is there any way, she can't win with one scolding, and she can't beat the other, so I can only find another way.

Their money is limited and must not be used indiscriminately.Jiannan is mostly steep mountains with seven bends and eight windings. It is not easy to build stone bridges, so suspension bridges are often used.For example, the bridge on the Duan Family Cemetery was built by Duan Yi and the craftsman Guan.

After the cultivation is completed, it becomes convenient to steal the cantaloupe planted by Mr. Qi.

Practicing martial arts is necessary for survival in troubled times, and learning literature is what Mr. Duan puts at his door, but the matter of infrastructure construction is really Duan Yi's favorite.

Others looked at it as a little lady who was too greedy for pleasure and could not suffer, but Duan Wenchang directly gave her the "Wood Classic" that she had been thinking about.

As if he had seen through Duan Yi's mind, Duan Wenchang added, "It's a collection of lonely books, and it must be returned to me."

Duan Yi was taken aback, and immediately took back the admiration in her heart!What kind of peerless old man is this!
Seeing her angry, Duan Wenchang shook his head amusedly, "Sixian, when you're ready, let's start worshiping the ancestors."

The ancestor worship happens every year, when Duan Sixian heard it, he immediately turned his face away, and he didn't dare to look around any more, he obediently put up the offerings, set up the incense table, and handed over the three pillars of incense to his father Duan Wen Chang then took a step back obediently and stood behind him.

First the men, and then the women.

Duan Yi watched, and wanted to go to the group of sisters and sisters, but was stopped by Duan Wenchang, "Yi'er is by my side."

Duan Wenchang said lightly, but the group of people behind him all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Father, Yi'er is a girl!" Duan Sixian couldn't help but said.

During the Chinese New Year in the capital, the ancestral hall is opened to worship the ancestors, and women cannot even enter the gate of the ancestral hall.Duan Yi, a girl, how can she stand in front of her father like him?

Duan Wenchang glanced at him, "When the Duan family asked Yi'er to guard the ancestral grave, they didn't think she was a girl."

It's as if it wasn't the picky old man who asked her to guard the ancestral grave back then!
Literati's mouth, deceitful ghost.

Duan Wenchang has a lot of prestige, he speaks firmly, and people around the family dare not speak too much.After a group of people paid their respects to their ancestors, Duan Yi got into Duan Wenchang's carriage as usual and went back to Qingyun Lane.

As it approached noon, there were more and more people on the street. Duan Yi rested her chin and quietly looked at the people in the market.

Compared with the past, there are obviously many more foreigners speaking with foreign accents, most of whom speak with northern accents.The news of the death of the old god stick has spread in all likelihood, and many people gathered together, whispering gossip.

"Have you heard? The blood on the ground, the hole in the chest, is bigger than my salt shaker, you can put your hand in!"

"It's a crime! I heard it's a vixen with six claws, pick it up and cook it!"

"Did you hear what someone said? It's wrong! The uncle of my second aunt's third nephew saw it with her own eyes, and said that it was an old fairy who died. If you eat his heart and liver, you can live forever! How can there be any vixen... "

Duan Yi listened, her face was speechless, the more she said, the more outrageous it became...

As she was thinking, she glanced at Duan Wenchang from the corner of her eye. Duan Wenchang was sitting upright, dozing off with his eyes closed. Obviously those words had entered his ears, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

"Yi'er has learned the Gu family's marksmanship? After the birthday outline, your grandfather taught you kung fu, I know."

Presumably because he noticed her gaze, Duan Wenchang stroked his beard, squinted his eyes and said suddenly.

Duan Yi sneered in her heart, and she knew that after being a cabbage for so many years, it is impossible to become a Buddha jumping over the wall for no reason.

Whether Duan Wenchang pampered her or flattered her, he was only thinking of the Gu family standing behind her.

She thought, her eyes turned red slightly, and her lips trembled slightly, "It turned out that I suffered a serious crime that year, so I asked my grandfather to teach me some techniques for strengthening my body. I learned some marksmanship in the outer school, but I After all, the surname is not Gu, and I learned it later..."

Duan Wenchang sighed softly, and patted her on the shoulder again, "Don't be nervous, I can't write two paragraphs in one stroke, I am your grandfather, this is your father, that is your younger brother, everyone is looking forward to it." Hello."

"Mingrui is a good boy. Grandfather also felt sad when he encountered such a thing. All these years, Master Chu has been treating your brother. I invited him to Jiannan to discuss Buddhism in Zhaojue Temple. Second, I have selfish intentions and want him to show Mingrui a look."

As Duan Wenchang said this, he shook his head with some regret, "Early this morning, I received a letter from the government, saying that Master Chu was killed last night."

He said, looking into Duan Yi's eyes.

Duan Yi looked surprised, "There is such a thing! I was still thinking that it would be inconvenient for the master to go with his grandfather today, so I didn't care. Yes, Yidang has published some new books."

She said, turning her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered something, "The master who taught me to read and write often talks about being old with Master Chu. Grandpa, should I ask someone to inform him..."

Duan Wenchang took a deep look at her and nodded painfully.

"Mr. Qi has already found out, and he will preside over the funeral. Mr. Chu has no children, so you have to call him uncle, and send some longevity to the funeral ceremony, so that you will not lose your etiquette."

"I originally thought Jiannan would be a good place to retire in Anning, but I didn't expect that something like this happened, and I don't know which..."

Duan Wenchang said half of what he said, Duan Yi immediately picked it up, and nodded angrily, "I don't know where the jackals and tigers came from, but they managed to do it like this. Grandpa, father and younger brother will go out more often in the future." Bring some men and horses, don't go to that secluded place."

"There are many southern mountains in this sword. In the winter of last year, there were fierce beasts that couldn't find food coming down the mountain to hurt people!"

Hearing this, Duan Ming, who had been sitting silently like a quail, trembled in fright and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

Duan Wenchang looked at Duan Ming, then at Duan Yi, narrowed his eyes and stopped talking.

Although he didn't say anything, Duan Ming lowered his head in disappointment, his expression darkened.

(End of this chapter)