After eating tea, Zhao Junwu and his wife began to prepare meals, and Zhou Dingguo personally cooked and made roasted mushrooms and mushroom soup.

Besides, it's the first time I've eaten grilled mushrooms. Mushrooms are the most common dish, but they are usually stewed and fried, and they have not been roasted and eaten, which makes him nostalgic for street barbecue, but unfortunately there is no way to eat it in the Ming Dynasty.

I don't know what seasoning Zhou Dingcheng used, this roasted mushroom is really delicious, and it tastes like roast chicken, but it is more fresh, and there is no greasy meat at all.

Zhao Junwu and his wife did not express surprise at this, as if they had eaten this delicacy, but as soon as the mushroom soup was served, Mrs. Zhao, who had always been gentle and dignified, couldn't sit still, took a sip first, and then shouted: "Half of this soup should be left, I want to use it as a seasoning stock, and I will rely on it to cook vegetables in the future." ”

Zhou Dingcheng said proudly, "Sister-in-law, you're right, if you want delicious dishes, you have to have broth, the broth from this mushroom is definitely the best in the world." ”

Besides, after taking a sip, I didn't feel anything special, but it was much fresher than what Chen Fu ate that day, and that was also because the ingredients were fresh, and they were just picked in the afternoon, so they were not fresh.

"Where did you get this mushroom?" asked Madame Zhao.

"It was picked from this mountain. And he replied.

"There are mushrooms on this mountain? Zhao Junwu shouted.

"Nonsense, there is no one on this mountain, could it be that we picked it from the sky?" Zhou Dingcheng glared.

"We've lived here for more than 10 years, picking mushrooms every year, but we've never seen mushrooms. Mrs. Zhao was also skeptical.

"You have to ask him," Zhou Dingcheng pointed to the matter, "he led me to pick it." If it were me, let alone mushrooms, mushrooms would not be found. ”

"Virtuous nephew, how did you find the mushroom?" Mrs. Zhao was full of curiosity about this and couldn't help asking.

"There should be many places on this mountain, but after this thing grows, it can only survive for a few days, and if no one picks it, it will rot on its own. That's why you never found out. Besides, he thought about it and replied.

"Is this mountain really rich in mushrooms?" asked Zhao Junwu.

"It's not abundant, it's a rare thing, it's not abundant anywhere, it's good to have it. The temperature and humidity in this vicinity are suitable, and there are a few places where it can grow in the next few days. ”

"The mushrooms haven't grown yet, so you can tell that there will be one in that area?" asked Madame Zhao in surprise.

"That's normal. "Besides, I'm confused.

In his opinion, what medicinal herbs will be produced in what place, which days will grow, when and even those days should be ripe, can be estimated. Of course, this requires calculations, but it is not difficult. At least it's much shallower than estimating how a person's condition develops.

The most difficult thing in medicine is to calculate what diseases he will have in the future, when he will get sick, what symptoms he will have, etc., in a person who is not sick, which is the most profound knowledge, almost "fortune telling".

"How is this possible?" Madame Zhao wondered. It's not that she doesn't believe it, but she thinks it's amazing and incredible.

Zhou Dingcheng smiled: "What's impossible. Isn't your old Zhao even able to figure out the affairs of the underworld?"

"He was a man. Mrs. Zhao said disdainfully.

"Ah, how am I blind? Even the emperor believed it. Zhao Junwu stopped doing it when he heard it, and folded his arms and sleeves.

"Forget it, you've only been blindsided for a few days, if you don't escape from the capital, it is estimated that your head will be cut off by the emperor. Mrs. Zhao snorted.

Zhao Junwu smiled, so he had to pick up his wine glass and said with a smile: "Women's words, don't listen, crazy, drink!"

Later, I learned that Zhao Junwu had also served as a tribute in the palace, and he was a companion with Zhou Dingcheng, but he was not a doctor of calligraphy and painting, but a warlock, and belonged to the Heavenly Master Taoist sect.

At that time, he was also young and frivolous, and entered the palace with the title of a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which was very appreciated by the emperor, and he also traveled to various mansions among the nobles and ministers, and they were all guests, which really blinded a large number of people.

The reason why he fled the capital was not because he was afraid that the Taoist technique would fail, but because he kidnapped a noble lady, that is, Mrs. Zhao, and came to the mountains to live in seclusion.

He escaped a murderous disaster, and several warlocks who entered the palace with him at that time were later beheaded by the emperor because of their Taoist skills.

As a woman, Mrs. Zhao is even more amazing, willing to give up the aristocratic life of Zhong Ming Dingshi, and live in seclusion in the mountains with a warlock for more than ten years.

Although the two live in a cold life, they can also be called a fairy couple. This true love is truly touching!

Besides, I suddenly thought of pomegranates in my heart: if I go back this time to collect medicine, if the teacher does not agree with my father's marriage proposal, I will also abduct the pomegranate and elope, and the two of them will find a deep mountain and old forest to live together, and it is not bad to be at ease like this.

Thinking of this, he himself laughed in his heart. The teacher's refusal is unlikely to stop this, it is nothing more than his own fantasy.

Speaking of which, Zhao Junwu really doesn't look like Wei Yigong, but more like Sima Xiangru of the Western Han Dynasty who was reborn, what about Mrs. Zhao, that is Zhuo Wenjun.

Besides, I can't help but have a picture of a talented and beautiful woman in my heart: Sima Xiangru wears calf nose pants to make wine himself, and Zhuo Wenjun sells wine.

At the moment, Zhou Dingcheng and Zhao Junwu were drinking and talking about the affairs of the Jingshi over the years, and Zhao Junwu asked about the situation of those warlocks in the palace. Zhou Dingcheng said that no matter how many heads the emperor beheaded, these people were still indispensable around him, but they just changed their stubble.

During the Ming Dynasty, the Heavenly Master Sect had achieved the official legal status and became the mainstream of Taoism. The reason why Zhao Junwu was able to live a safe and unharmed life was all thanks to the blessing of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. Otherwise, even if he escaped to the edge of the sky, it would be difficult for him to escape from the pursuit of the imperial court.

There are many tributaries of the Heavenly Master Sect, and some of the tributary sects can only follow the path of warlocks, such as the Taoist priest Lan Daoying, who played a key role in the impeachment of Yan Song, is a disciple of a tributary sect of the Heavenly Master Sect.

This person made a move when Emperor Jiajing was helping him, saying that God wanted to punish Yan Song, and Jiajing decided to remove Yan Song.

Yan Song, who was once in power, did not fall in the impeachment of the ministers who followed him one after another and regarded death as home, but was planted in the hands of a Taoist priest.

No one could have imagined that Yan Song had controlled the state for 20 years, and finally starved to death in front of his ancestral grave, which could be regarded as full of evil and deserved.

However, this Lan Daoying later paid the price of his life, and Jiajing later found out that he had secretly done something and cut off his head without hesitation. This is the life of a warlock in the palace, although you can ascend to the sky in one step, you will also lose your head in an instant.

"Uncle Zhao, is Fu Ping really effective?" asked curiously.

Zhao Junwu smiled mysteriously and said: "If you believe in him, he will be spiritual, and if you don't believe it, it will not be spiritual." ”

The so-called fuping is a pen placed on a table with a sand table on it, and the person who presides over the Fuping ceremony holds the pen, and then goes through a series of rituals to invite the gods to descend.

Of course, the gods are invisible to the naked eye, but the pen can move, write some words on the sand, or draw a picture, as for what is written, what is drawn, of course, it is unpredictable, and the result of this is the so-called divine judgment.

This kind of superstition was most prevalent in the Ming Dynasty and the two generations, whether it was in the palace or officialdom or Shilin, everyone got together, and if there was nothing to do, they would help a guy to see what gods could be invited to come, sometimes it was a ghost fox, sometimes it was the land, sometimes it was a variety of transit immortals such as Lu Dongbin Tie Gui Li, and even the second master of the public relations of Xiaguan, and so on.

As for whether this way of asking God is credible, people at that time believed it all, but people after it didn't.

"Uncle Zhao, I also want to try Fuping. Besides, he said.

Mrs. Zhao smiled kindly: "Child, don't believe that, they are all Meng." ”

"I'm just curious. Besides, he said with a smile.

"Child, do you have doubts in your heart?" Zhao Junwu immediately came to his senses, sitting upright, his hands were holding his long hair, and the appearance of a fairy wind and bones immediately appeared.

Zhou Dingcheng took a sip of wine and said: "Brother, it's okay, who are you putting this shelf for, it's too ripe, let's take it." ”

"You laity, you believe nothing. But people have to believe something, right?" Zhao Junwu looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Besides, he asked, "Uncle Zhao, do you believe it?"

Zhao Junwu said: "Nonsense, I don't believe how can I invite gods?"

"Son, whether you are satisfied with the result or not, you have to tell me how you can find the mushrooms, this is a real thing. Mrs. Zhao said with a smile.

"No problem. I'll take you on a trip in the past two days, you remember those locations, and I'll draw them for you, indicating which month and day of the year there are mushrooms, and you can pick them. Besides, I said.

"Can this be calculated?" Zhao Junwu still couldn't believe it.

"Just believe it, this kid is really talented and learned, unlike you, who is playing all the tricks. Zhou Dingcheng said proudly.

"I'm also really talented and learned, could it be that you were deceived by me?" Zhao Junwu Zhenzhen said.

Besides, if you really believe in his words, there are many tricks in the world to deceive people, and the difficult thing is to deceive yourself first. Only by believing in oneself and persevering to the end can you deceive others.

In particular, tricks such as ghosts and gods can be said to be purely spiritual phenomena, and if you believe in them, you will be spiritual, and if you don't believe them, you will not have them.

Besides, it's not just that there are doubts in the heart, but that the stomach is full of doubts.

It's a pity that he asked no one what he suspected, and he had learned enough lessons from his father and Zhou Dingcheng. Regarding the affairs of his ancestors, it stands to reason that Zhao Junwu and his wife should also know something, and if he inquires head-on, it will naturally make Zhao Junwu and his wife embarrassed.

However, it is different, it is the word of the gods.

For Fu Ping, it's not that I believe it, but that I really have no way out, and I know it's an illusory thing, so I have to try it again. In addition, he is also really curious about Fuying and wants to try it for himself.

After drinking, Zhou Dingcheng went to the side to take a nap, he didn't believe in Taoism at all, but because of his old friendship, he kept silent.

Mrs. Zhao put away the dishes and chopsticks, and Zhao Junwu brought a table from nowhere, the style was very special, but it was covered with dust.

It seems that Mrs. Zhao also doesn't believe it, this thing is useless here, and she is panicking.

Wipe the table clean, Zhao Junwu spread a piece of rice paper on it, and then hung some white silk and red cloth around it. Besides, I admired it in my heart, and it was really a professional, he had seen it a few times before, but there were no such links, and it was estimated that the three-legged cat was fooling people.

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