In previous years, the Qufu Spring Festival was held in the main hall on Nishan Mountain, and this year is no exception.

It's just that the emperor did not issue a holy decree to hold a ceremony this year, so there was no royal seal for the sacrificial activities, and the people were allowed to go up the mountain to worship incense according to the previous practice.

On the eve of the sacrifice, the Confucian Temple was closed for half a month according to the law, and after the sprinkling and sweeping were completed, it officially opened its doors on the sixth day of the third lunar month.

The sky is affectionate, very beautiful, the drizzle for several days stops early, and the clear sky for several days makes people's mood suddenly brightened, looking at the bright sunshine, I simply want to accumulate years of heart, together with the winter clothes that have just been checked out, spread out in the sun to dry.

Mu Lan and Jingyi had already made an appointment on the first day, and on the sixth day of the new year, they both bathed and changed their clothes early, packed their bags, and set off from the town together after rendezvous, and embarked on a spring trip to Nishan on foot.

The two talked and laughed, and the journey did not feel long, and they walked for about half an hour, all the way to the shore of the holy water lake at the foot of Nishan Mountain.

The local people call the holy water lake "Confucius Lake". This tranquil lake, located on the upper reaches of the Xiaoyi River in Nishan Town, has a magnificent blue wave and magnificent surface, adding beautiful lake and mountain scenery to the holy mountain, and becoming an important feng shui treasure in Nishan Town.

People who come to worship and pray for blessings from miles away all stop in twos and threes to see the beauty of natural lakes and mountains. Some nearby residents will always take advantage of this annual event to prepare some special products that their families have saved for a year on the banks of the crowded Lishui Lake, and set up stalls along the lakeside to sell.

Mu Lan looked at Shengshui Lake from afar, and was in a happy mood, and said with her hands on the pergola: "Sister, fortunately, we set off early, and there have been a lot of business trips by the lake, but fortunately it is not full." Later, my sister will pick a good spot with me, and when I sell out the mountain goods, we will go up the mountain. ”

Jingyi looked into the distance, and said relaxedly: "Okay." ”

The two of them couldn't help but quicken their pace, walked to the shore of the holy lake, found a place facing the main road, and settled down.

I saw Mu Lan take out a blue cloth and floral scarf from the burden he carried, spread it flat on the ground, take out all kinds of mountain goods, and place them neatly one by one.

Seeing the clumps of mountain flowers by the lake, although I couldn't bear to break the branches and pick them, I couldn't help but pick a white and fragrant gardenia, and inserted it obliquely into the ink-like sideburns on one side.

Mu Lan didn't feel anything wrong with showing up on her own, but Jingyi's beautiful temperament was really out of place, so she asked Jingyi to go to the side of the tree to rest in the shade.

Jingyi watched Mu Lan busy alone, in fact, she also felt that she couldn't interfere with anything, and staying here was an eyesore, so she smiled embarrassedly at Mu Lan and went to the side very consciously.

Today is the first day of the Confucian Temple to hold a sacrifice and pray for blessings, and the road is crowded with people, rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders, and it is very lively.

Mu Lan Dingqing looked at the tourists and pedestrians who came and went, and when she met civilians in cloth clothes, she vigorously sold matsutake mushrooms and chestnut powder that she brought with her.

When she was a well-dressed official or a scholar, she took out several good inkstones that her father had collected over the years and appreciated them.

Nishan is rich in famous inkstones, famous all over the country, together with the carved wood, the stele, and called "the three treasures of Qufu".

In the years when Mu Lan's father was not transferred to Beijing officials, he did not have any other hobbies except for being keen on collecting some ancient books scattered among the people.

If it weren't for the family's increasingly poor economy, her mother would not have agreed anyway, so Mu Lan took out her father's love for many years and sold it.

Even so, when my mother picked up the inkstones brought by Mu Lan, she could still clearly recall which side Mu Father often used to decorate the landscape, and which side of the inkstone was often used as ink bamboo.

Every time her mother told a story about that time, Mu Lan's mind also came to mind, when the three of them were in the prime of life, and in the long memories, although there were not enough, those pictures were very warm.

Thinking of these, I cherish these old things with stories. Looking at them, although full of reluctance, but for the sake of the mother and daughter to make a living, presumably the father should not blame.

The two of them weighed and deliberated, leaving two of the most cherished ones of the wooden father, taking the other three and carrying them all the way to the shore of this holy water lake.

My father also gave these three inkstones a nice name, one is "bamboo", the second is "plantain", and the third is "guqin".

If a good inkstone is compared to a beauty, then these three beauties really have their own style. Both have the unique citrus yellow color and pine-like texture of Juni Mountain inkstone, and the stone surface is as warm and delicate as the skin of a beauty.

However, Mu Lan has been influenced by her father for many years, and she never forgets it, she remembers that her father still loves the "guqin inkstone". When singing about wine, her father would always ask her to use this "guqin" to study ink, splash ink with her hands, and send her love for the landscape.

Mu Lan has no brother, she is the only daughter in the family, her father saw that she was smart and beautiful since she was a child, and she and her mother both loved her like a treasure. does not follow the example of other people, taking women's lack of talent as the key to morality, and taking the textile performance as the head, but raising him as a boy. Since Mu Lan was sensible, she often spent time in her father's study, and the family of three couldn't put down her love for books, which not only had a deep impact on her, but also made Mu Lan increase a lot of wisdom and knowledge.

At this time, when Mu Lan set up the tripartite stone inkstones on the stall, she had already prepared their respective prices in her heart.

Because the inkstone is a good inkstone, the price is real, in less than half an hour, the two inkstones of "bamboo" and "plantain" have changed hands, and ten taels of silver are in the bag.

As for the remaining beauty inkstone "guqin", because it is a unique collection at the bottom of the box, Mu Lan's offer remains high, and there are many people who come to inquire, but there are few real buyers. ”

Seeing that there was only this "beauty" left on the stall, Mulan was not in a hurry to go up the mountain with Jingyi.

Mu Lan cherished it in her heart and hoped to find a good place for it. "Beauty" with "hero" is worthy of its worth. Thinking of this, I was lazy to speak, borrowed pen and ink and wrote a "This inkstone is fifteen taels, more than a penny is not charged, less is not sold", and it was placed squarely next to the inkstone.

As a result, people are more and more interested, and half the number of people who come to see it is less than before.

Mu Lan sat on the bluestone, and there was a bit of a meaning for the tooth fisherman.

But the "beauty" is still there, and no one cares about it, which shows that there are really a lot of Ye Gong in the world.

Unintentionally, under the green shirt, a pair of soft-bottomed cloth shoes strode by.

Suddenly, he turned back coldly, and almost collided with the person behind him.

Mu Lan couldn't help but yawn, and said without raising his head: "Fifteen taels of silver, less than a penny will not be sold~~~"

Unexpectedly, not only did the guy in front of him not leave, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and said leisurely: "I bought this inkstone." ”