Chapter 16 Everyone is a landscape

Just when Tie Xinyuan looked at others as landscapes, he himself unconsciously became other people's landscapes.

An old man in a green robe was dragging a fat and surprisingly fat girl in his hand, and he was looking at Tie Xinyuan suspiciously not far away.

If it's just a fat kid with a tiger head, it's just that, there are many children under the age of two in Tokyo, and children under the age of two are not purposeful and organized, where the voice is the loudest, where the colors are the most gorgeous, the greater the attraction to children.

The medicine puppet in the sky above Jin Mingchi is blooming, even if adults are looking up, this child is still looking at the people around him with interest.

His gaze kept jumping from one person to another, looking at people from top to bottom, his little face was full of mysterious smiles, and the old man in the green robe subconsciously thought that this smile had a fox's cunning in it.

"Interesting! The old man in the green robe laughed silently, and then took the little girl who was unwilling to walk into the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop.

Seeing that the sheds were full of soldiers and peddlers, his brows furrowed slightly, but he still walked into the shop and sat down near Tie Xinyuan.

This is the first scholar to walk into the store, and the mother-in-law gently poked Wang Rouhua with her arm to look at the medicine puppet.

Wang Rouhua, who came back to her senses, just glanced at the piece of green jade inlaid on the hat of the old man in the green robe, and knew that such a person could not climb high.

If you want such a person's poetry, your own small shop is not qualified.

"What do you want to eat? There are only soup cakes and pork in the small shop, which are all coarse food from the countryside, and I am afraid that I will not be able to enter the eyes of my father-in-law. ”

The old man in the green robe glanced at Wang Rouhua and nodded: "The business is also affordable, although it is a grass shed, it is not inferior to Fan Lou when it is clean."

As for whether the pork can be eaten, it depends on the wisdom of the people, a friend of the old man, every meal without the pork meat can not be eaten.

Since you boast that your own pork meat is the best in Tokyo, the old man wants to see it, so don't let the old man down. ”

Wang Rouhua squatted slightly, and then went to get pork for the old man.

The fat girl lay on the edge of the bathtub where Tie Xinyuan was waiting, twisted his head vigorously and said, "Speak, my grandfather just wants to listen to you." ”

Tie Xinyuan smirked in return, and then reached out to grab the little girl's fat face, where did the troublesome ghost come from.

The old man smiled and said to his granddaughter, "Noji, since you know that he is a ghost, what can you do if you ask this question?" ”

The fat girl hurriedly asked, "Azu, what method is more effective?" ”

The old man said with a smile: "When Azu was in office before, he was generally overwhelmed by Diao Min. However, this article is probably not suitable for this little demon. ”

The fat girl who was about to lift Tie Xinyuan hurriedly hugged the old man's leg and said, "Azu, since we can't scare him, what should we do?" ”

"Usually at times like this, Azu is tempting to take advantage."

The fat girl turned around again and took out a beautiful purse from her arms and teased Tie Xinyuan in her hand, Tie Xinyuan opened her mouth wide and smiled to catch the fat girl's hand, as if she was confused by the purse, the old man who had been watching Tie Xinyuan's demeanor on the side was a little confused, shook his head, felt as if he was thinking too much, and ran to see the strangeness after listening to his little granddaughter's words, but he almost made a joke with his preconceived idea.

Although this dynasty is full of demons and sinisterities, Sima Guang knew how to smash the cylinder at the age of four, Wang Anshi had the ability to remember at the age of five, and Ouyang Xiu even heard that he could compose songs when he was a baby, in the final analysis, that is what he did when he first opened his mind, as for this child, he is still too young......

Wang Rouhua brought the best braised pork, scalded the chopsticks and dishes with boiling water before inviting the old man to taste it.

The old man first looked at the braised pork in good condition and nodded, grabbed a piece of chopsticks, put it in the garlic juice to add some seasoning, and after eating it in one bite, he felt that the pig meat in the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop was indeed unique, and if his old friend was still in the capital, he would definitely be happy.

Don't look at the old man's age, but his appetite is very good, just a small bowl of noodles, and quickly eat a plate of braised pork.

Wiped his mouth with satisfaction and said, "Weigh two catties again, and the old man will take it away." ”

The fat girl's purse was snatched away by Tie Xinyuan in the end, as long as the little girl came to grab it, he opened his mouth and bit hard, anyway, she was full of meat, and she didn't worry about breaking her teeth.

The old man sat there smiling and watched his children fight with Tie Xinyuan, and when Wang Rouhua wrapped the braised pork in lotus leaves and sent it over, he paid the bill and dragged his crying granddaughter into the crowd.

After the old man and the little girl left, Tie Xinyuan threw his purse aside and prepared to sleep honestly.

The night of the Dragon Boat Festival basically can't see the moon, listen to the bells and drums from the city of Tokyo, it is already midnight at this time, the flow of people near Jinmingchi slowly becomes scarce, the tired mother and the two tired straight swaying mother-in-law, standing in front of the stove, is drinking tea, the tea is boiling, the faint fragrance of tea envelops the entire grass shed, no one has the strength to talk more.

In the distance, there is the footsteps of the soldiers patrolling the night, every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, the army will guard on the edge of Jinming Pond, and will not collect the troops back to the camp after the Dragon Boat Festival has passed.

Tie Xinyuan can't sleep, today is really too careless, people will get carried away as soon as they are proud, although there are many people today, he can slowly identify the differences between the various classes in the Song people, but he forgot that a child like himself looks at others with the eyes of an adult, in the end it is still inappropriate.

Since he came to the Great Song Dynasty, he found that he did not have much advantage over the Song people in terms of intelligence, whether it was his mother or the rest of the people he saw, no one was a fool, even the guy Tongzi needed food to drive him to do something.

Perhaps because there were fewer people, the wind began to rise on the Jin Ming Pond, and there was a singing voice from the painting boat, and a female prostitute was singing a song that Tie Xinyuan couldn't understand in a trill, probably singing Qu Yuan's "Tianwen". Because countless times he finally heard the singer singing from the awkward tune - "In the beginning of ancient times, who preached it? The top and bottom are not formed, why should they be tested? Who can do it? Feng Yiwei is like, how can he know it? ”

Every time the singer asked, there was a mess of answers, I don't know how these people answered Qu Yuan's question, in short, Tie Xinyuan thought that they were talking nonsense.

There was an old monk who walked slowly to the sound of the song, and deliberately stopped in front of the Qige soup cake shop, so that his face was in a bright place, and the Buddha name had not yet been declared. Wang Rouhua screamed, and the hot tea that had just been boiled in her hand was splashed on the old monk's bald head.

The old monk was so embarrassed that before he could wipe off the tea foam on his face, Wang Rouhua had already picked up his son and hugged him tightly in his arms, and was terrified.

Tie Xinyuan grabbed a piece of yellow paper and kept shaking it in front of his mother's eyes, Wang Rouhua looked at it and found that the paper was written - this person is not dead, it is just a trick.

Although this sentence could not make Wang Rouhua completely quiet, it somewhat made her eyes that saw the resurrection of the dead no longer spurt tears.

The two mothers-in-law didn't know what was going on, so they put their stout bodies in front of Wang Rouhua, pointed at the monk and began to curse, and at the same time they could shout for help in a poignant voice!

Tie Xinyuan was still holding a stack of yellow paper in his hand, and after Wang Rouhua snatched it up and looked at it carefully, the pale face finally had a trace of blood.

Pushed away the two mothers-in-law and stepped forward to salute: "The master is from Tianzhu? ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, folded his hands, and said in the same way as a Han monk: "The old monk is indeed from Tianzhu.

Just because I saw that your child was destined for my Buddha, I came here to save my life. ”

"The master has the art of bringing the dead back to life?"

The old monk smiled and said: "It's just a little magic to deceive the world, the donor doesn't have to make a fuss, the so-called, life and death, life and death, who can see through life and death?" ”

Wang Rouhua looked at the last trace of fear on the faces of the crowd attracted by her screaming and her mother-in-law's shouting for help also dissipated, although she didn't know who wrote the notes full of words in her son's hand, but the notes told the strange things in front of her very thoroughly.

She was a little suspicious of the old man who ate pig meat at his stall, and no one looked like anyone who could write about these things except him.

The old monk was not in a hurry, he seemed to be waiting for everyone to come over, and Chen Shi, who rushed over first, just glanced at the old monk and exclaimed, "Aren't you dead?" ”

After shouting, he looked back at Yang Huaiyu, who had not changed into a brocade robe.

Yang Huaiyu's eyes were full of horror, he kicked off the neck of this monk in the martial arts of Kaifeng County, and the deeds present have proved that he is indeed dead, and now, this person appears alive in front of him, is it hell?

"Twins?"

Yang Huaiyu gritted his teeth and burst out of his mouth with these three words, but the old monk untied the monk's robe on his body, pointed to the wound on his shoulder that had not yet grown, and said, "Where did the twin sons come from?" ”

Yang Huaiyu didn't believe it, picked up the lantern and approached the wound to take a look, and there was no words to say, that day, the Iron King's knife was very distinctive, it was cut diagonally, although it did not hurt the shoulder blade, but the piece of skin and flesh on the shoulder rolled up, which was very terrifying.

Wang Rouhua suddenly laughed, stuffed the paper in her hand to Yang Huaiyu, and took a step forward and said: "The master is from Tianzhu, and the little woman learned that Tianzhu has countless secret methods that can make people fake their deaths, and it turns out that the master also knows these doorways?" ”

The old monk's face twitched twice, and he looked at Wang Rouhua and said: "How can the magic power of Buddhism be easily leaked, the world is ignorant, I don't know that this is my Buddha's compassion, but I have doubts, and it is also a demonic obstacle that is born, and I don't give up my parents and children, how can I be liberated?" ”

Wang Rouhua said with a smile: "The little woman didn't question the meaning of the Buddha, but just begged the master to change the family to preach, how about letting us orphans and widows go?" ”

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