Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 98
September eighteenth
Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi decided to go to Tonghui Temple outside the city to offer incense together.

Tonghui Temple is a magical temple embedded in the cliff.

Its magic is that the entire temple is embedded in the recess of the cliff, which looks like it is embedded in the cliff from a distance.

Its several houses are all hidden in the cliff rocks, and only one wall and one door is needed to become a house.

The Buddhist niches, altars, incense tables, and altars in the temple are all built according to the rock mass.

Maybe it is the uniqueness of this temple that makes the people here feel that it is closer to the gods and Buddhas?

Anyway, there were a lot of people, and Song Huan felt numb when he saw the line that had just reached the mountainside.

This has to wait until dark, right?
As expected, when Song Huan and Fu Yuan descended the mountain, Jin Wuxi had already slanted down the hill, and the two had to go back before the key of the city gate was released.

Also thanks to the current season, the sun sets late.

Song Huan walked very fast, but Fu Yuanzhi couldn't do it. Looking at Fu Yuanzhi, Song Huan wished he could put him on his back immediately.

However, this idea was buried by Song Huan in the end. There are so many people coming and going here, even though Song Huan is dressed in men's clothing, it is still conspicuous. Fu Yuanzhi probably is not happy about it.

The two of them managed to get to the foot of the mountain, and they were queuing up to enter the city gate when they saw a person turned upside down from the slanting stab.

Song Huan quickly grabbed the clothes at the back of the man's neck.

The funny scene was contributed by Song Huan.

Song Huan lifted the upper body of the fallen person into the air, while the lower body was already kneeling on the ground.

Song Huan, "..."

Fu Yuanzhi, "!"

After seeing the person in Song Huan's hand clearly, Fu Yuanzhi remembered, isn't this the old man he saw yesterday?

Seeing Fu Yuanzhi's appearance, Song Huan asked, "Do you know him?"

Fu Yuanzhi said, "I met you yesterday."

Fu Yuanzhi repeated what the shopkeeper had told him, and the two of them also went to the hospital during the retelling.

The doctor obviously knew the old man, he took the pulse and confiscated the money, and asked Song Huan and the others to take him out with just one sentence.

Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi took the man back to the inn, ordered a bowl of porridge and fed it to the old man.

Probably because he was full, the old man slept until dawn.

The old man's first reaction when he got up was to smack his lips, the smell...

Fu Yuanzhi and the old man woke up at the same time. Fu Yuanzhi came over with a glass of water. After thanking him, the old man gulped down the water.

"Thank you for yesterday, little friend." The old man propped himself up and sat down opposite Fu Yuanzhi calmly.

Fu Yuanzhi smiled lightly, "The old man is polite, it's just a little effort."

By the way, the person who saved him was Miss Song.

The old man was very grateful.

Later Song Huan saw that the old man wanted to go home, but his legs and feet were weak, thinking that sending the Buddha to the west would be a little bit of effort, so he and Fu Yuanzhi drove him back.

The old man's house is in a village not far from the city.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, there were criss-crossed field paths in front of us, and mule carts couldn't get in, so we had to park the cart at the entrance of the village and tie the rope to the tree.

Brother mule grunted and lowered his head to eat grass.

The breeze is gentle, just like welcoming the returning master.

More than ten acres of fields surround the courtyard, the back of the house is shaded by trees, and the front of the hall is full of peaches and plums.

The small courtyard is hidden in the shade, the chai gate is closed, and the birds perch on the branches, making the small courtyard even more quiet and lovely.

Song Huan sighed, what a place away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

She felt that the old man was a hermit who escaped the world and enjoyed life.

When they came here, the old man invited Song Huan into the house.

A simple courtyard, a shabby room with narrow windows.

Song Huan couldn't help thinking, the hermit lived in such poverty, no wonder he was starved and fainted.

But you said that he would faint from hunger if he didn't eat, but there was still rice wine at home to entertain guests.

Song Huan couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

After talking with Fu Yuanzhi, the old man felt that Fu Yuanzhi was very much like himself when he was young, full of fantasies and longings for the future.

With the ambition of benefiting the common people, I hope that I can spread my wings and soar in the sky.

The two talked about the past and the present, although Fu Yuanzhi couldn't keep up with many of the old man's ideas, he would listen carefully and benefited a lot in the process.

Fu Yuanzhi also took this opportunity to ask the old man for his troubles, and the old man was not stingy and told all of his money.

Fu Yuanzhi was enlightened, and suddenly enlightened.

Song Huan was not very interested in the conversations in the room, but the scenery outside attracted her.

Song Huan was walking in the fields, half a month of hard work was gone at this moment, and his mood was calm and peaceful.

But although the scenery is pleasant, a closer look in the field shows that the old man lacks farming experience.

In the field, the weeds are lush and the beans are sparse.

However, judging from the common scholars in this era, they are not good at farming.

Those who are good at farming are not able to study, and those who are able to study will not let him work in the fields.

This is one reason for the stratification of officials and peasants.

Persuading the class of farming and mulberry, I don’t know anything about farming, so why not persuade me?

Can the common people listen to your blind instructions as a layman?

Song Huan's guess was correct, the old man became a county magistrate during his previous careers, because farming was difficult to support himself, and he had no other way of making a living.

But he knew very well that he was not familiar with farming, so he not only arranged for the crops to be planted in the public fields, but also asked about things like carrying water and chopping firewood for people's homes hundreds of miles away.

Empty ambition but no ability to deal with things, for the common people, it is not much different from corrupt officials who exploit them.

If you command blindly and let the people have no harvest for a year, why should the people hate you?

Of course, Song Huan didn't know the past of this old man, she just thought that he was not good at farming.

At this time, Song Huan saw an old woman in her [-]s and a man who looked about [-] walking through the waist-deep grass, coming towards her.

Song Huan guessed that these two people should be the old man's family members.

The two were yellow and thin, and the patches on their clothes were folded and folded. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are refugees.

The two were not surprised that a stranger came to the house, the man and the woman walked forward in silence as if they hadn't seen Song Huan.

The smile on Song Huan's mouth froze on his face, and then he returned to nature, watching the two of them enter the old man's yard curiously.

Song Huan secretly thought that the two of them were strange, and then followed into the courtyard.

The old woman and the man went straight into the kitchen, and did not ask or say hello to the old man and Fu Yuanzhi when they were drinking.

Soon after, a fire broke out inside. Standing outside the house, Song Huan saw them wash the wild vegetables in the basket and put them into the pot to cook.

There was no communication between the two during the whole process, and the atmosphere was depressing and sad.

Song Huan frowned lightly.

This small courtyard seemed to be separated into two worlds.

One is poetry and the distance, the other is real life.

The old woman scooped out a bowl of cooked wild vegetables and put it in front of the old man, then went back to the kitchen and never came out again.

Not only Song Huan was ignored, but Fu Yuanzhi was also ignored.

The old man raised a wry smile.

Fu Yuanzhi was also overwhelmed by this scene, after all, it involved his personal affairs.

It may be that the old man looked away, but he didn't feel it. After the old woman left, he seemed to want to be relieved and told many things to this young man who had only met once.

(End of this chapter)