After Fuyou was injured and Lisuo, the emperor did not allow him to go to the battlefield to escort grain and grass again. It's about recuperation, martial arts and fitness. At the same time, a Ming Dynasty general's mansion near the fourth archway in the west of the capital was renovated, and he promised to build a new mansion for the prince after the treasury was a little more abundant.

The prince asked the queen mother and the emperor to go out and relax, to worship the four famous mountains of Buddhism and travel to places of interest. The Queen Mother and the Emperor immediately agreed. Jinxiu changed into men's clothes, accompanied by the personal guard Zhao Yong, the husband and wife left Beijing, and began to travel from Mount Tai, Heng Mountain, Song Mountain, Hua Mountain, Heng Mountain, Wutai Mountain, Emei Mountain, Putuo Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain and other famous mountains and rivers and Buddhist holy places. Of course, the Shaolin Temple in Songshan is a must-go, and Fuyou has dreamed many times of returning to Shaolin to see his senior brothers.

They arrived at the Shaolin Temple one afternoon, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Master Wu, was receiving pilgrims from all over the world, Fuyou came to him, put his own incense in front of Master Wu, of course, his contribution was larger, and he gave a silver ticket, and Master Wu couldn't help but look up at him. I felt that the pilgrim in front of me was very familiar, and I couldn't remember it for a while, after all, Fuyou had been away from the temple for many years. Fuyou folded to him: "Master, don't you remember your disciple Huikong?" ”

"Huikong? Are you Huikong? Abbot Wuwu grabbed Fuyou in surprise: "Oh, let Master take a look!" You were only six years old when Elder Zhengming sent you to Shaolin that year. Do you still remember your big black eyes, which are in your thirties? Abbot Wuwu wiped his tears with joy, "You haven't forgotten everyone after so many years, it's really rare!" ”

Fuyou asked, "How are the senior brothers and junior brothers?" ”

"Okay, good, it's hard for you to remember! You left Shaolin at the age of sixteen and spent a few years at Longyun Temple? ”

"Two years. Master, do you seem to know about the return of wisdom to the world? ”

"Yes, yes. Elder Zhengming often travels south out of the temple, and he will come to Shaolin whenever he goes south. Last month, when he returned to the north, he passed by Shaolin and said that there will be a noble person visiting our temple next month, isn't this you? ”

"Master can kill us, what kind of noble people are we?"

"Elder Zhengming can tell the old man, let the old man receive him ceremoniously, who knows that you will come in small service. Anyway, maybe your brothers and sisters don't know your true identity yet, so you can be casual. These two are ......"

"This is my friend Mr. Zhao, and this is Uchiko Jinxiu."

"Good! Good! Good! All of them are extraordinary! Let's go, Lao Wei will take you to meet the Shaolin elite! ”

Jinxiu was touched by the abbot's sincerity, and only now did she know that her husband's Buddhist name was Huikong.

The Shaolin stick monks are resting, talking and drinking, and learning martial arts, and the atmosphere is very harmonious. The abbot took Fuyou's hand: "Come and see, who is here?" ”

The monks gathered around, and a burly middle-aged monk recognized it at a glance and shouted loudly: "Come on, everyone, it's Senior Brother Huikong who is back!" He hugged Fuyou's waist, turned around several times, and smashed two punches in Fuyou's chest, very affectionate: "You are really Huikong, why don't you want to come back when you leave?" ”

Another stocky, short monk grabbed his shoulder from behind Fuyou and slapped a jack of the pound. Then seven or eight monks came around, wrenching their arms and slapping their buttocks, jumping and laughing with joy. Fuyou just laughed among the senior brothers and younger brothers.

"Hey, I said Huikong, Elder Zhengming said that you are still vulgar, what are you still doing in the vulgar? Is it farming, soldiering, or being an official? ”

"A soldier is a soldier, not an official"

"Don't you kill people when you go to war? What do you do? ”

"I don't have to kill people to deliver food."

"That's pretty much it. Hey, Huikong, I have a question that I haven't figured out, is it a big product or a big seven product? ”

Fuyou asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

"I think, it should be seven grades bigger, and he's six grades bigger than the first grade."

Jinxiu couldn't help but smile. No wonder the prince often talks about his senior brothers and brothers, how pure these people's hearts are!

An older monk pointed to Zhao Yonghe and Jinxiu and said, "Those two are ......."

Fuyou beckoned Jinxiu and Zhao guards to come over, and introduced: "This is my companion Mr. Zhao, and this is my daughter-in-law." ”

"Ah, woman!"

The one who said, "Does the daughter-in-law have a man?" ”

Jinxiu clasped her hands together and said politely, "Hello Master! ”

Everyone hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Hello female donor!" ”

Fuyou's brothers and sisters surrounded him and asked this and that, and some joked with him: "Huikong, you are not empty, your daughter-in-law is beautiful." ”

Before he could finish speaking, another monk said, "Hey, I'm out of shape." Everyone laughed together.

Taking advantage of this time, the abbot of Wuwu invited Jinxiu and Zhao guards to a meditation room and invited them to sit, of course Zhao guards refused, and the abbot instructed the little monk to serve tea, and said to Jinxiu: "Madam, Elder Saiwai Zhengming said that the noble man who came to Shaolin is a prince, and the old man did not dare to ask in detail, if Huikong is, the old man let the monks be so casual, wouldn't it lose the majesty of the prince?" ”

"Master Abbot, my husband Huikong is Prince Rui. However, my husband and wife are traveling in micro-services, and they can't be publicized. In my opinion, wouldn't it be better for the prince to be so close to his senior brothers and sisters? Over the years, he has fought in the north and south, and it has been very hard. Now that the fighting has subsided for the time being, let's come out and relax, so you don't have to restrain your brothers and sisters, let them talk freely and have fun, how about it? ”

"Okay, okay, let them go."

The next day, Fuyou practiced with the stick monks, lined up the same, listened to the password, and fought the same. The burly monk said, "Senior Brother Huikong, why do I think your left arm is a little weak? ”

Fuyou said: "I was a little injured. ”

"No wonder, remember you used to be quite powerful."

Fuyou said: "A person who is almost forty years old is no better than a young man."

Three days later, the three of them bid farewell to Abbot Wu and all the senior brothers and sisters, and continued to travel south. As soon as they left, the abbot said to the monks: "You have been crazy these days, do you know what kind of character Huikong is now?" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you: "Huikong has become a character?" ”

The abbot said, "Do you know? Huikong is the elder brother of the current saint, the general of Fuyuan, and the prince of Shuorui. ”

"Huh? The emperor's brother? Prince Chitose? Oh my mother! I even slapped him in the ass! The burly monk said.

The short monk said, "I even pinched his face!" ”

Another said, "I've got him back!" ”

"It's going to be okay, is it?" Everyone looked at the abbot. The abbot looked at them with a straight face, and finally couldn't help laughing: "You don't look like it anymore, dare to hook up with the prince, pull your neck and hug your waist!" However, you have also seen that this prince has no frame at all, and he can afford to look down on us, it's okay! Let's keep practicing. ”

After returning to Beijing after walking to Nanyue Hengshan, it was already early winter. On the way back to Beijing, I passed by a small town in Hejian Province and was catching up with the big market here. Seeing the bustling crowd of people in the market and the shouts of various goods being sold, they were very curious, so they got out of the car and wandered around the market.

There was a bunch of people gathered in front of them, as if they were watching something lively, and laughter came from time to time. It was also mixed with the cry of a little girl. The prince said to Zhao Yong: "Hurry up to the front and see if there is a disciple bullying the little girl." ”

Zhao Yong hurriedly arrived at the crowd, and heard the laughter of men and the joking conversation between them: "Hey, why don't you bring this little girl back, just the price of a coffin board." ”

"I don't want it, it's all over once for such a big one. If I die, I still have to take a kang seat. But this girl's film is not bad, and if she resells it, she can make a little money......"

Zhao Yong couldn't listen anymore, and separated the crowd to look, only to see a teenage girl kneeling on the ground in front of him, dressed in a heavy filial piety, with a straw mark on her head, and a few crooked words written on her chest: Sell yourself to bury your father.

It was already very cold, and the little girl was still wearing a single dress, shivering in the cold wind. Plus the insults of a few bad men, who are crying, and tears are frozen on their faces!

Zhao Yong himself is a kind person, where can he see such a miserable thing? At that time, I squatted down and wanted to ask the little girl who else was in the family. At this time, the men who were talking obscene came over, and one of the men with buck teeth poked Zhao Yong's shoulder a few times with his fingers: "Hey, what are you doing?" If you want to buy someone, you have to ask the uncle if I agree. ”

Zhao Yong stood up, patted the soil on his hands, and looked his buckteeth up and down: "Who are you uncle?" The little girl sold herself to bury her father, which shows that she can have the final say. Would she be able to do this if anyone's maid was there? Why do you say yes? ”

At this time, the prince and Fu Jin also squeezed into the crowd. Fu Jin burst into tears when he saw the pitiful appearance of the little girl, and stepped forward to talk to the little girl. The bucktooth is gone: "This girl belongs to my family, and she won't sell it!"

The little girl pleaded loudly: "Uncles and aunts, help me!" I don't know this guy!" The sound is quite terrifying.

Zhao Yong immediately understood that this bucktooth was a ruffian, and if he didn't get out, this little girl would go into the fire pit. asked the little girl: "You sold yourself to bury your father, do the family agree?" ”

"Uncle, there is no one in Rong'er's family anymore, her mother died a few years ago, her father is gone, and her younger brother is also lost. Rong'er sold all the houses in the family to her father for medicine and medical treatment, but after the money was spent, her father's illness did not heal, and he did not even have a coffin when he died. Rong'er could only sell herself and buy a coffin for her father, and he was still lying at home waiting for burial. Many uncles and aunts in the town know that Rong'er's father is a blacksmith, and he has nothing to do with these people at all. ”

"You dead girl has such no conscience, I'll beat you to death!" Bucktooth was revealed to have no face, so he kicked Rong'er. As soon as his leg was raised, the man fell, and the people around him let out a low laugh, and it seemed that Bucktooth was also a bully in this town. When he fell, the people around him didn't dare to laugh out loud, which shows how powerful he usually is. He fell to the ground for a long time and didn't get up, and he didn't feel that anyone tripped him, but he fell. In fact, it was the prince who tripped him, but the movement was very small and no one saw it.

"Little girl, would you like to go with us? We'll take care of your father's funeral, or the people you're here will still be in trouble with you. Fu Jin whispered.

Rong'er immediately stopped crying, as if she didn't believe what the beautiful woman in front of her was saying, and nodded vigorously. Although she didn't know these people either, she felt very kind and credible based on their attitude towards her. She thinks that these people are also rich, but rich people are not necessarily bad people. He may not be resold in the future, so he will be a little maid in their house and have food.

Wang Ye spoke: "Mr. Zhao, you and Miss Rong'er went to his house to see the situation, it was really the child's father who stopped at home and couldn't be buried, so he quickly helped her cook." Then take her to the house and arrange an errand for her to do, the child is too pitiful. ”

"Yes, don't worry, sir."

Fu Jin and Zhao Yong helped Rong'er, who was kneeling with numb legs, to pick her up, pat her clean of the dust on her body, and wipe the ice water off her face. Fu Jin said: "Girl, if you can trust us, just follow us." Wealth is not guaranteed, but I will make you well fed and warmly clothed. ”

"I do! I do! Sir, uncle, uncle, take me away!

It's very simple to take care of Rong'er's father's funeral, their family is really surrounded by four walls, and there is nothing. may be a godsend for her to meet the three of herself, otherwise she won't even have the next meal. When encountering a bad person like Bucktooth, Rong'er's ending will be very tragic.

In this way, after worshipping Rong'er's parents, Fujin took Rong'er's hand, bought her a set of cotton clothes and pants and cotton shoes inside and outside in the ready-to-wear shop, and led her into the restaurant, ate a full meal, and then hired a carriage with a tent to enter Beijing. The journey of more than 400 miles took three days to reach the capital, and the carriage stopped at the gate of the General's Mansion, and Rong'er's eyes widened.

Rong'er, who entered the General's Mansion, was arranged by Fujin to work as an errand in the pulp washing room, and told her that all the new maids in the mansion started from the lowest position, and after hard work, they went from rough maids to third class, to second class, and then to first class, and possibly to serve beside the hostess.

The three of them turned around most of the mountains and rivers of the Qing Dynasty, not only became physically strong, but also broadened their horizons. After more than half a year of travel, the three of them have gained a lot of knowledge, but it also makes Fuyou feel that he has read too little. The culture of the Central Plains is broad and profound, with a long history, and he wants to enrich himself. For this reason, after returning to Beijing, he opened a study room, bought a lot of books such as history books and travelogues, and plunged into the pile of books with his wife.

When he was in the temple, Fuyou never thought that he should be educated, but after contact with society, he found that it is very pitiful for people to be uneducated, although not absolutely, but many uneducated people are short-sighted and unreasonable. If the vision is narrow, the heart will be narrow. So he really wanted to find a Han gentleman with good character and knowledge. But he also knows that such people are very virtuous, no matter how mediocre and incompetent the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is, their loyalty to the monarch is still deep-rooted.

He basically didn't interfere in the affairs of the life of the house, and handed them over to his wife Jinxiu Cooking, and the bulk of the silver taels also belonged to Fujin. He also wanted to give Fujin a chance to establish his prestige. Although there is a manager in charge of many trivial matters, it is still up to Fujin to have the final say on the important matters.