Shennong Pharmaceutical Field

Chapter 78 Good wind and frequency, take me to Qingyun

As soon as Yang Haifu finished speaking, Fusheng and Gouwa, who had stepped into the threshold of the old ancestral hall, stopped at the same time. Gouwa looked anxious and turned around suddenly.

However, before Gou Wa opened his mouth to speak, the voice of the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion came from a distance in the ancestral hall, saying to Yang Haifu, "Let the nephew and uncle of the Yao family come in. Mr. Wei invites them to watch."

Hearing the words of the second housekeeper of the Huang Mansion, Yang Haifu's arrogance faltered all of a sudden, and he waved his hand angrily, "Since you are invited by a distinguished guest, I will make an exception for you, little girl, today."

After Yang Haifu finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the ancestral hall.Gouwa let out a sigh of relief, An Xin glanced at Yao Tiantian who had followed in, and finally walked into the old ancestral hall with his head held high, and walked into his battlefield.

The old ancestral hall is the most sacred place in Yangjiatun. In the eyes of all the villagers in Yangjiatun, the old ancestral hall is as sacred and inviolable as the ancestral temple of a great feudal empire. Inside are the red paint ranks of the ancestors and elders of Yangjiatun. Another row, densely packed with the huge altar of the gods in the middle, the densely packed tablets are silent, they have been watching this land for hundreds of years, and have blessed the villagers of Yangjiatun for generations.

At this time, Uncle Seven was sitting on the first seat on the left on the grand master chairs on both sides of the ancestral tablet, next to him was the second butler of the Huang Mansion invited by Yang Haifu, and next to him was Wei Xingyan, one of the two sides in today's competition.The chair behind him was still empty, it should be reserved for Yang Haifu.

Lying on the upper half of the first position in the right row is the third uncle who is still a little disabled. Behind the third uncle is Fang'er's father standing with his hands down. He was specially allowed to take care of the third uncle recently.The old village head who took the blame and resigned a few days ago was sitting next to the third uncle's subordinate.

Seeing Gouwa and the others coming in, the old village chief waved his hand, pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Pengfei, first offer incense to the ancestors, and then sit here."

Gouwa was in a trance for a moment. This was the first time he had entered the old ancestral hall when he was so old, and he was given a place. It was all because of Mr. Yao, who taught him to read, write and write articles. He opened a vast door, let him know that there is still a vast world outside Yangjiatun, let Gouwa, who was raised by his stepmother as a kitten and puppy since childhood, set a clear ambition, and gave him the opportunity to go Come here and show yourself in front of your ancestors.

Gouwa was filled with emotions, and was distracted for a moment. Fusheng who was next to him poked him in the waist, and reminded him in a low voice, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and offer incense to the ancestors."

Fusheng's reminder woke up Gouwa from his passionate thoughts. He quickly straightened his clothes, walked to the front of the ancestors' ranks, knelt down on the ground holding the Zen incense, and prayed silently for a while. Fan, got up and sat on the seat designated by the old village chief.

Gouwa is full of emotions. The father of Gouwa who has been useless all his life is no better than his son. He just came in to kowtow to his ancestors when he married his wife. He thought that he would never have the opportunity to enter the old ancestral hall in his life. His son was up to his luck, and he still had a chance to re-enter the ancestral hall.Following his son's seat, Yang Dongchu sat down next to his son gratefully under the gesture of the old village chief's eyes.

After Gouwa and his son were ready, Fusheng and Yao Tiantian also sat in Gouwa's camp under the old village head's instruction.

The big furniture was already seated, the seventh uncle cleared his throat and said, "Today is the prosperous age of my Yangjiatun, Yang Pengfei, a kid from my Yangjiatun, asked Mr. Wei Xingyan about poetry and articles in front of the tablet of his ancestors, and I will be a circumstantial witness. "

After finishing speaking, Uncle Qi nodded slightly at Wei Xingyan, "Mr. Wei is a guest, and he is much older than Pengfei's younger generation. May I ask how you plan to compete?"

Wei Xingyan rolled his eyelids, and said casually, "Didn't he have a beautiful article written? Just take it out. But"

Speaking of this, Wei Xingyan paused. He glanced at Yao Tiantian who was sitting at the end, and said with disdain, "Your Mr. Village School is a person who fled the battle. What kind of students can he teach? If he is afraid of shame, speak early , no comparison."

Once again receiving the other party's falcon-like eyes, Yao Tiantian's heart was shocked, and she became more vigilant.The uncle proposed to ask the seventh uncle to host the competition, and the seventh uncle opened the ancestral hall and invited everyone in the village, so that Wei Xingyan's plan to contact Gouwa in private fell through.It's a foregone conclusion, but he still doesn't forget to involve his uncle, what exactly is he going to do?
Yao Tiantian turned her mind a few times, still thinking about Wei Xingyan's intentions, but Gouwa couldn't bear his provocation, stood up, and said proudly and excitedly, "My husband used to pay attention to his heart when he wrote poems or essays. Feel free to move, and the writing will spring up, naturally. Although I have written good articles before, I don't want to take advantage of you, so let's write poems with things on the spot!"

Just as Gouwa finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up outside the door, and clusters of snow-white catkins floated in from the gate of the ancestral hall. The roof beams even vacated and, like wild geese, flew into the blue sky and white clouds in the distance.

Only two balls of catkins did not go away with the wind, but slowly landed in front of Wei Xingyan and Gou Wa.Wei Xingyan looked at Liu Xu in front of him, and said casually, "Okay, since your husband still knows a little bit of literati pride, then let's write a song with Liu Xu as the title."

Wei Xingyan's words just spoke of Gouwa's psychology, he raised his hand proudly, and said loudly, "Okay, Mr. Wei!"

Wei Xingyan didn't answer, he looked at the snow-white catkins in front of him with blurred eyes, the white and erratic catkins seemed to bring back some good memories for him, the falcon-like eyes were much softer, he pondered for a moment, and opened his mouth and said:
"Fangfei in March wants to see her.

Rouge tears and pear blossom rain.

BMW Xiuxuan Nanmo Road.

Shenggeju.

There are countless people who go outing and fight grass.

Strong desire to stay in spring can not live.

Donghuang is willing to believe in Shaorong.

Ande's body is like catkins.

go with the wind.

Go through the curtain to find Zhuhu. "

After singing, Wei Xingyan did not speak for a long time, as if he was still immersed in his own memories.

Yao Tiantian already knew about the poems, but she didn't fully understand Wei Xingyan's poems, but his expression made Yao Tiantian feel a faint sadness, which made people believe that he was not farfetched, everything was true. He has experienced it himself.

Of course, Yao Tiantian didn't care about his complaints. A person with falcon-like eyes who was always ready to catch prey complained that he caught too few rabbits.However, the words 'BMW', 'Xiuxuan', 'Shengge', 'Shaorong' and other words he used in his singing showed that he absolutely did not want to be just a down-and-out Fengshui master who had studied for several years, as he claimed. Have experienced wealth, or are still living a rich life!
Such a person should have no connection with a down-and-out village school gentleman in a remote area, let alone any enmity, so why is this Wei Xingyan targeting his uncle Yao Runzhi alone?Yao Tiantian figured out the identity of the visitor, but was even more confused.

Yao Tiantian was scratching her head, and Yang Laitou was clapping her hands in clapping, clapping, clapping, and he said eagerly, "Good words, good words, this is what I was born with." This is the best Ci Fu I've heard since, Mr. Wei is really amazing! Everyone said, right?"

Responding to Yang Laitou's eager flattery, I don't know who sneered softly. The Qi Shugong who presided over the competition looked serious, looked around the crowd like a warning, cleared his throat, and commented impartially, "Not bad, not bad , Mr. Wei's "Fisherman's Pride", Mr. Wei's poem is tactful and fresh, with a touch of sadness, and the characteristics of catkins, it is indeed a superior work."

With Qi Shugong's high evaluation, Yang Haifu also became bold. He stood up excitedly, and said to Gouwa, "You don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and you think you have learned something after following Yao Runzhi as a small village school teacher? Met Mr. Wei Such an expert, you know that you are a frog in the bottom of the well, and I am ashamed for you if you are ashamed and conspicuous in front of your ancestors!"

Gouwa, who was so belittled by Yang Haifu, didn't respond at all. His eyes followed the catkins that were blowing away in the wind, and looked far into the sky.Suddenly, the look in his eyes lit up little by little, he supported the grand teacher's chair with both hands, stood up, and sang like no one else:
"The spring festival dance in front of the old ancestral hall, the east wind blows evenly.

Bees and butterflies are in chaos.

How many times have you followed the flowing water, why should you be entrusted with Fangchen.

Thousands of threads will not change in the end, let him gather and divide as he likes.

Shaohua's laughter has no roots at all, and the wind and frequency take advantage of it to send me to Qingyun. "

Gouwa sang the song "Linjiang Fairy" in one go, and uttered the cry in his heart like a rainbow: "It's good to take advantage of the wind and frequency to send me to Qingyun!"Yao Tiantian almost fell off the chair. This, this, this is clearly written by Cao Xueqin in her own time and space, the mellow, calm and open-minded Xue Baochai in the flowery Dream of Red Mansions Grand View Garden——Miss Bao wrote the words?Except for replacing the "Baiyutang" at the beginning with the appropriate "Old Ancestral Hall", there is no difference in a single word.

Yao Tiantian's knowledge of ancient poetry is not very high, she can only remember most of the ancient poems and phrases, but for a poetry meeting in the Grand View Garden in "A Dream of Red Mansions", the girls chanted Liu Xu's poems I remember it clearly, especially Xue Baochai's "Linjiang Fairy".This is all thanks to the vigorous national audition for the actors of "Dream of Red Mansions". One of her friends participated in this audition, and the candidate was the role of Miss Xue Baochai.

At that time, when a group of their friends helped her prepare, she specially chose this song "Linjiang Fairy Catkins", which can represent Bao girl's character, as the lyrics and music for singing and dancing during the free talent show.I remember that the friend who was running for the election once said, "I just like Sister Bao's vigor." Catkins are a thin and rootless thing, but according to my idea, I have to say it well. You don’t fall into the trap.’ Listen, how good you say, how in line with the aura of a strong woman! If you have a chance, you will take it, if you don’t have the opportunity to create an opportunity, you will do it!”

(End of this chapter)