The first 338th frost repaired the grave for his parents

On this day, Bingshuang was doing needlework in the courtyard, thinking of Long Jing, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, if Brother Jing was by her side, she would be willing to live a peaceful, harmonious and simple life for the rest of her life, but Lu Feng's attitude was chilling, she didn't dare to hope to be with Brother Jing forever, as long as he was happy and happy, she would have no regrets. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of Kang Le for a while, he was so infatuated, she didn't want to hurt him, and she also hoped that he could be happy.

Thinking of Ling Ao for a while, the sincerity in the eyes of this childish big boy was grateful. On the same day, she and the Ling brothers and sisters went south together, and when they arrived in Ankang, the Ling brothers and sisters were going to the Central Plains to find their parents, and the three broke up.

Bingshuang went southwest to Foshan in the Daba Mountains, and she didn't know if the old nun was still with her, anyway, she hadn't seen her since she went to bed that day, but she was convinced that she was still with her, and she also lived in Foshan.

Aunt Tian also came to the courtyard, sewing a piece of Jin Xiaosan's clothes, while chatting with Bingshuang.

After a while, Jin Xiaosan came running and said, "Aunt Bai, my father-in-law said that the stone tablet has been completed, and I asked my aunt what words she wants to write?"

Frost stood up and said, "Let's go take a look." Grandma, don't go. ”

"Go ahead, I'll be going to make dinner later. Tian Da Niang said.

Bingshuang and Jin Xiaosan came to the back hillside, only to see that the tombs of Tian Xiugu and Wang Jishun had been built with stones, and five stonemasons were building the back of the tomb.

Uncle Tian and Xu Jiuye were talking to an old Confucian man in a long robe, and there were two wordless stone tablets lying flat on the ground, with pen and ink next to them.

Bingshuang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Xu Jiuye, grandfather, thank you for your hard work." He smiled and said to the old Confucian: "You are good." ”

Uncle Tian said: "This is Mr. Jiang from the private school in the town, and he was invited to write the inscription." ”

"Hello girl. Mr. Jiang arched his hand with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang's handwriting is the best in Foshan," Xu Jiuye said with a smile: "Everyone asks him to write Spring Festival couplets during the New Year's holidays, and even the official master and those big families ask him to write it." Just tell him what the girl wants to write. ”

"Xu Jiuye praised it," Mr. Jiang said, "The old man has to do his best." ”

Bingshuang smiled and said to the three of them: "Mr. Jiang, I'm very sorry, the little woman didn't tell my grandfather and Xu Jiuye in advance, so they invited you to come over." The little woman in this inscription thought that writing it herself might be more expressive of my heart. ”

Xu Jiang looked at each other, and Mr. Jiang said, "If the girl is willing to write it herself, it would be better, this book is just a mind." As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to leave, "The old man took his leave first." ”

"Mr. Jiang," Frost said busily, "Please wait." ”

"What's the matter with the girl?" Bingshuang smiled: "Mr. Jiang, the little woman can only write a few words indiscriminately, this inscription is written by the little woman, and the eulogy also wants to invite the old man Baomo, I hope the old man will not resign the little woman's mind." ”

Mr. Jiang also smiled: "Thank you girl, you can afford to be old." ”

Xu Jiuye also stepped forward and smiled: "Girl, you write first." ”

Jin Xiaosan jumped forward and said, "Auntie, I'll help you sharpen your ink." ”

After a while, the ink was polished, and Frost picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote in the middle of a stone tablet:

"The Tomb of the Former Citian Clan"

Two lines of small print were written below:

"The unfilial daughter Bai Bingshuang stands respectfully

October 7, 15th year of Gwangjong"

Another stele reads:

"The Tomb of Prince Jishun of Xianyan"

Luo Kuan is the same, after writing, he looked at it for a while before he said, "Okay." ”

The stele was set aside, and when the ink was dry, the stonemason carved it out with his strokes.

Mr. Jiang is a learned person, although there is nothing surprising about these words, it is very ordinary, but she writes it vigorously and powerfully, and she is very skilled and she secretly sighs, only to understand that she just asked herself to write a eulogy for her, completely because Xu Jiuye and Uncle Tian invited herself, she is not good to just let herself write, afraid that she will not be able to get off the stage, with her calligraphy handwriting, she will never even be able to write a eulogy.

Xu Jiuye said, "Mr. Jiang, let's go." ”

"Good. Mr. Jiang went to get the pen and ink, Jin Xiaosan had already packed it and held it in his hand, and Uncle Tian said, "Mr. Jiang, let the child take it." ”

A group of five people went down the mountain, and Mr. Jiang went back to write a eulogy without mentioning it.

Xu Jiuye has always praised Frost for his good writing, knowledge, and great promising.

Jin Xiaosan was entangled with frost to learn to read.

Bingshuang smiled: "Little San, you have to be willing to learn, of course your aunt will teach you." ”

Since then, Bingshuang has begun to teach Jin Xiaosan to read and write every day, telling him some allusions from the past and present.

On this day, Bingshuang took Jin Xiaosan to buy some needlework in the town, bought some food for his grandparents, and bought two strings of sugar gourds for Jin Xiaosan.

Seeing three old men coming to him, one of them wrapped in a scarf on his head, dressed in a half-old green cloth robe, with crane hair and a childish face, a silver beard fluttering, about seventy years old, holding a bamboo pole in his left hand, picking a white cloth banner on his head, writing "ask the murderer Buji" four big characters, and a few small words "Divine fortune telling, don't believe it".

The man on the left was about sixty-five years old, with a round face, a pair of small squinting eyes, and a smile at all times, and anyone who saw him would think that he was a good gentleman.

The skinny man on the right, about sixty-one years old, looked a bit of a thief.

They are the eldest god who once saved Long Jing and called the "Three Immortals", the second god deceived and tricked, and the third god stole Liang.

Bingshuang didn't know them, and when he was wondering, Che Ji said: "The girl has such an elegant temperament, I hope the old man will give you a hexagram." ”

Bingshuang smiled: "The little woman doesn't believe in fate, it's the same whether she counts or not. ”

Che Ji said again: "The girl's fate is very strange, the old man can see it from your face, when encountering such a difficult example, the old man is unwilling to let go, I hope the girl will be fulfilled." ”

Liang Ke didn't seem to have glanced at Bingshuang, but said at this time: "Forget it, the little girl refuses, so let's go." As he spoke, he passed by her.

Seeing this, Diao Tan smiled and said, "Girl, you have something good on you, right? ”

Bingshuang smiled: "Thank you seniors, the little girl doesn't have anything good." He said to Che Ji again: "Since the seniors are so sincere, please go to the cold house and sit down for a while and drink a bowl of tea." ”

"Very good, girl, please lead the way. "Che Ji said.

Bingshuang took Jin Xiaosan, led the car and walked in front, pulled Liang Ke to deliberately fall behind, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Liang Ke spread his hands: "Nothing." ”

"Don't try to lie to me," he smiled, "Hurry up and take it out, I don't want you." ”

"Who can deceive you again," Liang Ke said helplessly: "She doesn't have gold and silver jewelry on her, not even a piece of wear, but there is something good that you have never seen before," said and blinked mysteriously: "Guess what?"

"I haven't seen it, how do I know what it is," Diao thought for a while, "I haven't seen many things, you can tell me, what is it?"

Liang Ke glanced at Frost's back with his eyes: "Do you see the white belt around her waist?"

"What, that ribbon is a treasure?"

"The belt is woven with the silk and platinum silk of the jade silkworm unique to the South China Sea, the white gold silk is a rare thing, and the jade silkworm is a rare and rare strange thing, this belt is about one zhang and five long, how much silk and platinum silk do you want to weave into such a white silk. Liang Ke sighed: "But this time I missed." ”

"Missed?" Diao turned his head to look at him in surprise, "Will the thief miss?"

Liang Ke smiled bitterly and pursed his lips: "What's the way, Lao Tzu missed for the first time, and the other party is still a little girl, hum," he snorted extremely unconvinced.