From a refugee to a martial artist
Chapter 230 In the Mountains
Chapter 230 In the Mountains
The rain stopped late at night and Meng Yuan hurried back home.
Old Man Jiang had already gone to bed, but the light was on in Meng Yuan's room.
Hu Qian was writing at her desk while Xiangling was watching her carefully, and they were whispering to each other from time to time.
"Brother!" Hu Qian stood up quickly when she saw Meng Yuan coming back, "I will also go to the poetry meeting tomorrow! I can write poetry now!"
After saying this, Hu Qian suddenly remembered something and quickly brought the sobering soup.
"Not tomorrow." Meng Yuan refused, but still took the hangover soup.
"Little gelder, classmate Hu is already a poet!" Xiangling spoke up for Hu Qian, as if it were natural. "Hu Qian is also a member of our Laobiekeng Poetry Society!"
"Yes! The president praised me for being a poet!" Hu Qian immediately followed.
"I'll ask you to do something tomorrow." Meng Yuan picked up the paper on the table and looked at it. It was a letter from Xiangling to Mingyue and Yingmei. There were a few poems written on it in a messy way, and at the end she invited Yingmei to sing along.
"What's the matter?" Hu Qian became excited when she heard there was a task.
"Take Tie Niu and Fu Cui with you to Hedong County tomorrow and deliver a letter to Mr. Chen." Meng Yuan said this and started writing the letter immediately.
After chatting with Zhang Guinian and others tonight, Meng Yuan learned that Songhe Prefecture was peaceful. However, he still felt that something was not right, so he wanted to ask Chen Shouzhe to see if there was anything wrong over there.
Besides, it has been several months since we last met, so it's time to exchange letters.
Hu Qian and Xiang Ling came forward, and Meng Yuan quickly finished writing the letter. He then blew the ink dry before sealing it.
"Xunmei will give you seven days off. This is my private matter." Meng Yuan took out a silver note and handed it to Hu Qian.
"Little gelder, how do you make money?" Xiangling had seen the world, and her eyes widened when she saw the hundred-liang silver note.
Hu Qian put away the banknotes and the letter without hesitation, and patted her chest vigorously, "Leave it to me!"
"It's getting late, you should go back and have some rest." Meng Yuan urged him to leave.
"I still have some questions about martial arts..." Hu Qian didn't move.
Before Meng Yuan responded, Xiang Ling immediately asked curiously, "Didn't you say that you were the one who taught the young gelder? Why are you still asking?"
"..." Hu Qian made a point, "There are different levels of learning, different skills and professions, and those who are more experienced are the teachers."
Xiangling was easily persuaded and nodded in agreement.
Meng Yuan could only chat with Hu Qian for a while before sending her away.
"Third grandma said that poetry is like a battlefield!" Xiangling ground the ink again, "Grandma Ying said my poetry is not good, so I have to write one to surprise her!"
Xiangling thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer.
Seeing that it was getting later and Xiangling was about to doze off, Meng Yuan advised: "I have already made an appointment with classmate Dugu. Tomorrow we will go into the mountains to enjoy the scenery and write poems. When the time comes, I will copy them for Yingmei and let her know the style of our Laobiekeng Poetry Club."
Xiangling always listened to advice, so she thought this made sense.
The two of them whispered for a long time before finally falling asleep.
Another night passed, the autumn rain stopped, the sky was cloudless, the autumn air was clear and cool, and it was particularly pleasant.
But the weather had become a little colder, so Xiangling returned home in glory and chose a bag with a floral pattern. The pattern on the fabric was also floral.
She has always thought this kind of thing is beautiful, which shows that she has not learned anything fashionable from Ying Rushi.
They went out of the door together, Meng Yuan riding on a little red horse, and Xiangling hid in her clothes, with only her little head sticking out.
Dugu Kang rode a white horse, side by side with Meng Yuan, and chatted with Xiangling.
"Your godmother is really a wise person." After hearing Xiangling say that she wanted to burn paper for her godmother after the poetry meeting, Dugu Kang asked about her godmother's deeds and was deeply touched. "Life and death are uncertain, and your godmother has seen through life and death. Judging from her words, she has the carefreeness of Taoism, the emptiness of Buddhism, and the gentlemanly heart of Confucianism."
Dugu Kang has always been grateful and repays kindness. Xiangling never forgot the benefits she received, so Dugu Kang was naturally very good to Xiangling as well, and that's why he praised her non-stop, regardless of any nonsense or lies.
"You know a lot!" Xiangling admires people with profound knowledge, even though she didn't quite understand. "Not even a fraction of what the president knows." Dugu Kang is also used to being modest.
The two men flattered each other, left the city together and came to Muzhuang.
After sending the horses away and asking the village head to feed them with fine fodder, the three members of the Laobiekeng Poetry Society went up the mountain.
Even though she had been here many times before, Xiangling still kept giving orders while standing on Meng Yuan's shoulders, saying that the moss on this stone was ugly, that there were always rabbits peeing under that tree, and that the fruit of this tree was not delicious.
When you arrive at Datou Mountain, you will see Lao Biekeng.
After a long time, the lotus leaves in the pit had disappeared, leaving only broken branches, which was similar to the small lake in Jingyuan.
There were many fallen leaves on the ground. Xiangling jumped down happily, climbed up the big head mountain, used her paws to make a pergola, and looked left and right.
Dugu Kang was a diligent man. He immediately picked up some dead branches and swept the area around the old turtle pit.
"I'm going to bring some food to my disciples! Alas, I haven't even received the gift money yet!" Xiangling was going to see Mrs. Zhu.
She was becoming more and more popular in the city, and now that she had made a fortune, she had to show off and visit those little piglets she had taught.
Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang agreed, and Xiangling set off happily.
Half an hour later, Xiangling came back happily, bringing back a lot of persimmon cakes.
"Mrs. Zhu gave it to me!" Xiangling said with emotion, "Big Black Dog is here too. She's about to give birth, so I gave her all the remaining snacks!"
Xiangling muttered to herself for a long time while chewing on a persimmon cake.
Seeing that Meng Yuan and Du Gu Kang also liked to eat persimmons, she said, "Let's go pick some persimmons!"
"Little gelder," Xiangling said expectantly, her eyes sparkling, "I wanted to go with you to pick persimmons and make persimmon cakes last month! It's a pity that you were not at home, and Third Grandma is too lazy!"
The persimmons in autumn are red and ripe. They are sweet, but they are no longer suitable for making persimmon cakes.
Xiangling climbed onto Meng Yuan's shoulders, bent her body, and said to him, "It's too late this year. Let's do it together next year, and your little wife will be there too!"
"Okay." Meng Yuan agreed.
"Boss," Dugu Kang said aggrievedly, "Master Meng is not at home, but I am at home. I can also help you make dried persimmons!"
"I'll give it to you when I'm done!" Xiangling sensed Dugukang's resentment and explained, "Making dried persimmon cakes is tiring. Every time my godmother is too tired to do it, I have to do it alone!"
What's so tiring about making persimmons? Is it your godmother who is lazy and tricks you into working? Seeing that Xiangling still didn't take him with her but was willing to share the persimmons, Dugu Kang accepted it.
The three of them set off immediately. Xiangling showed the way, "This is my neighbor Lao Xiong's territory. He has several persimmon trees over there. I heard he planted them himself."
After walking for half an hour, I finally saw a persimmon tree in the distance, with many red persimmons hanging on it.
There were birds flying around gathering food, but there was no sign of the old bear.
"The big black dog said that the old bear went outside to play!" Xiangling came to the persimmon tree and stood on Meng Yuan's head. She was touched on the head by the falling persimmon. She picked it up and slurped a few bites. "It's so sweet!"
She was very happy. She jumped onto the tree trunk, picked two and gave them to Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang, and then hurried to pick more.
"It's delicious, but you can't eat too many persimmons!" Xiangling is very experienced. "Let's not take too many. The persimmons are soft and we can't take them back!"
After the persimmons were picked, Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang took them.
Xiangling was well-educated and always did things properly. She counted the persimmons, then took out a handful of copper coins, carefully counted out seven, and put them into the hole in the persimmon tree trunk.
"One copper coin for a persimmon is a bit expensive!" Xiangling reached her little paw into the tree hole again, took out the copper coins, counted them again, and then put them back into the hole.
"No wonder godmother said that without money you can't do anything. Making money is like boiling eggs, and spending money is like eating eggs." Xiangling said these illogical words like a wise man.
(End of this chapter)
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