Chapter Seventy-Seven

The bamboo flute in her hand was pressed against her lips, and the song "Qingyu Case" was blown out, and the sound quality of the flute was less melodious, but it was full of tenderness.

Outside Luo Yufang, Chen Shaoyou's tired eyes had a hint of light.

He stood outside the walls of the courtyard with peace bowing his head at his side.

The afternoon sun was scorching, Chen Shaoyou stood under the sun for a long time, and it was not until the sound of the flute in the courtyard stopped that he turned away, "The food brought by Qin Jian is Luo Yufang first. ”

In the courtyard, Shang Yuyue collected the bamboo flute and put on the face towel again.

"Miss Shang, this song is so good."

The one who spoke was a master from the academy, named Jin Buchang, who was so fat that he had to shake his body when he spoke, and his gray hair was only half a hundred years old.

Shang Yuyue smiled and bowed her head to the person who spoke, "Thank you, Mr. for the compliment." ”

Jin Buchang looked at Shang Yuyue appreciatively, "Your song, do you have lyrics?" ”

Some.

It's just that he didn't show her the words he filled, but she asked him for them, and he said, "Treat you and me with gray hair, and then give it to you." ”

In fact, he didn't know, she peeked at the poem and remembered the last sentence:

In the dream, I had white hair with her, and suddenly looked back, and she was still there, in Shaohua.

Shang Yuyue lowered his eyes and looked at the bamboo flute in his hand, in his previous life, he dreamed of growing old with her in Shaohua, but she failed to keep this dream in the end.

But fortunately, with the favor of the sky, she was able to come back, and she will build a white-headed dream with him that belongs to Shang Yuyue and Chen Shaoyou.

The duration of this dream is life after life.

Chuckling and raising her lips, she looked at Jin Buchang, "This word has already been filled in." ”

Jin Buchang regretted, "I still thought that if I didn't fill in the words, I would like to fill in a poem for Miss Shang, it seems that there is no such opportunity." ”

"Thank you, sir, for your love, if I have a song in the future, I will ask Mr. to fill in the lyrics."

Saying that, Shang invited Yue Qingfu to give a salute, and said a little slyly: "However, before that, Mr. can't call me Miss Shang, otherwise my father-in-law will hear it, and I will have to be melancholy." ”

Jin Buchang laughed, "I forgot, it's time to call Miss Shang Mrs. Chen." ”

Shang Yue smiled.

Mrs. Chen.

A long-lost title.

What she wants in this life.

"Mrs. Chen, the "Bright Moon of the World" you said yesterday, when it came to Yan Xining being pregnant after marrying Gu Xici, she hasn't said whether she gave birth to a son or a daughter, now that you are free, you might as well tell the old woman about it?"

It was an old woman who was in good spirits.

In addition to taking care of the old and weak women and children, Shang Yuyue will walk around the small courtyards in his spare time, or say a few words of comfort, or talk and laugh with everyone.

Until the porridge turned into rice soup, although the people in the courtyard everywhere did not make trouble, the fear of emotions heavily exaggerated everyone.

In order to ease everyone's emotions, she made up stories and became a storyteller.

told a nameless story, Jin Buchang asked her to give the story a name, saying that when he went out in the future, he would write a book and pass it on to people who love to read books.

She has no intention of changing money, and it is better to have hope alive than to be decadent.

So, she randomly ordered a name - "A Bright Moon".

The story told by Yi Mingyue was made up by her on a whim, so when the old woman asked whether the heroine gave birth to a son or a daughter to the hero, Shang Yuyue said without thinking: "I gave birth to a pair of lovely daughters." ”

The old woman and many people with pricked ears were full of regret, why not a son, how good it would be if a son was a son.

It's funny to ask for a month.

Another said: "Mrs. Chen, let's tell another story today." ”

The crowd echoed the voices.

Ask for monthly support.

It's just a storyteller, but the problem is to make up a story.

All of a sudden, where else could she tell a story?

"Mrs. Chen, tell me one more, I will definitely write it down, so that the story you tell can be passed on to more people in the future."

Shang Yuyue looked at the shining gold helplessly.

As soon as her eyes turned, the bamboo flute in her hand came into view, and after she groaned slightly, she suddenly smiled, "Okay, then I'll tell you another story." ”

"What's your name?" Jin Buchang was in good spirits.

Shang Yueyue chuckled, "Since Mr. wants to write it in the book as a book, then call it "The Book of Ink". ”

"Good!" Jin Buchang laughed: "It's called "The Book of Ink". ”

"This is a story of Tanhualang and a poor girl......"

……

A remote mountain village in Liuzhou is supervised by hundreds of government soldiers in full condensation, and the village is in the mountains, and the only way out of the village is a small stone road by the edge of a cliff, and the terrain is dangerous.

Because of this, the people in the village will be guarded by the government soldiers and cannot get out.

It was full of people infected with the plague.

More than 3,000 people in Liuzhou City are now infected with the plague, but the people in this mountain village are infected by the plague in other towns.

Chen Shaoyou walked on the edge of the cliff, crossed a chain bridge, and crossed the canyon before entering the village.

This mountain village is called Niujia Village, which collected plague patients from various towns and towns, and was locked up here, and there were people making noise at first, and in the end, Chen Shaoyou directly ordered someone to beat a few boards of noisy people, and then said coldly: "You are infected with the plague, I will burn you to death, and you are helpless, if you can be here today, there is still the possibility of curing the plague." If you want to live, you just have to stay here. ”

After that, Chen Shaoyou found the village chief who was also infected with the plague in the village, and after a long conversation for more than half an hour, he ordered someone to send several truckloads of rice and grain, and the soldiers who left the guards never came to Niujia Village again.

Today, he is coming for the second time.

Because he once ordered someone to bring a message to the village chief, Houttuynia cordata can cure the plague as medicine, and if he can dig up Houttuynia cordata, he will let the government soldiers send it to the yamen, and he will use their Houttuynia cordata medicine to save Niujia Village first.

When the people of the village saw him, they were all overjoyed.

Chen Shaoyou approached an elderly man, "Village Chief Niu, how much houttuynia have you dug up?" ”

In the morning, he received a message from the government soldiers that the village chief Niu and the villagers had dug up a lot of houttuynia cordata, but the village chief Niu and the people in the village unanimously asked to see him.

He came in a hurry.

The elder of Niu Village was overjoyed, and said excitedly, "Several of our villagers here have planted a lot of Houttuynia cordata, and they have dug up more than 400 catties in total, Lord Chen, can these Houttuynia cordata really cure the plague?" ”

Rao is as calm as Chen Shaoyou, and when he heard hundreds of catties of Houttuynia cordata, a smile crossed his eyes.

It wasn't until he saw the cleanly washed Houttuynia cordata that he finally hooked the corners of his lips, "With these Houttuynia cordata, at least I can wait for the medicinal materials of the imperial court." ”

"Lord Chen." Village Chief Niu looked at Chen Shaoyou and stopped talking.

Chen Shaoyou groaned slightly, looked at the men and women behind the village chief, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”