Chapter 287: Descendants of the Meng Family

The Huang family came to have guests, and Mrs. Huang instructed Yahuan to go to the kitchen with the old woman to cook.

At noon, the food is served on the table, all of which are bamboo shoots and fungus produced in the mountains, as well as a pot of stewed local chicken with mushrooms, and the wine is Xiangyang Daqu wine produced in the city.

After eating, Yang Shucheng and the two left first.

The two of them walked along the side of the mountain, towards the southeast. I didn't dare to take the main road, I kept walking in the mountains, I went in the wrong direction, and I only walked to the east.

I walked for half a day, walked up to a peak, and was ready to discern the direction.

Standing on the peak, looking ahead, but seeing a big river in front of it, it turned a big bend in front of the mountain, and it flowed towards the southeast, which was the Han River.

By this time, it was already evening, and the sun had set on the peaks of the mountains, shining more and more green and shining with golden radiance, and the birds that had returned to the trees had fallen and chirped.

On the other side of the Han River is a large sandy bay land called Yuliang Chau, which is covered with dense trees and some thatched houses.

There was a big boat that was going to cross the river to and from the villagers.

The two of them prepared to go down the Han River, and planned to spend the night in a small village by the river, and then set off again tomorrow morning.

Halfway up the mountain, I saw a young man walking on the mountain road. I saw him holding a book in his hand, chanting as he walked. The young man was short and stocky, with a small face and a somewhat ugly face.

I only heard him keep chanting a poem, but he didn't chant properly, he kept chanting, and his face was bitter. Yang Shucheng thought about the scene of his bitter poetry, how similar he was to this young man, and he didn't feel close to him.

The young man turned a blind eye to the two oncoming people, just chanted the verses bitterly, but when he couldn't see it, he beat his head with his fist angrily, let out a sigh, and muttered: "I didn't expect that the descendants of my Meng family are just so unproductive, I really can't stand the ancestors." ”

He walked up to a pine tree and slammed his head against the stem.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Yang Shucheng took a step forward and said, "Brother Tai, there is an invitation here." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, found the two strangers standing in front of him, and said busily:

"I didn't see it, I'm sorry for the two of you", and kept apologizing.

Yang Shucheng said: "What kind of poem am I chanting in my brother's platform? ”

"yes." The young man said bitterly, "I can't keep chanting." ”

Yang Shucheng raised his eyes and looked at the scenery of the riverside at the bottom of the mountain, and couldn't help but say:

The bell of the mountain temple is ringing, and the day is dark, and the fish beam ferry is noisy.

People followed the sand road to Jiangcun, and Yu also returned to Lumen by boat.

The moon shines on the smoke tree in Lumen, and suddenly arrives at the hidden place of Pang Gong.

The pine path of the rock is long and lonely, and only the secluded people come and go.

Yang Shucheng groaned, and the young man looked happy and asked, "Brother Tai also likes this poem?" ”

"yes." Yang Shucheng remembered his study life, if the enemy Tong Yuhui did not come, he would have lived a very peaceful life, he liked to read the poems of Tao Yuanming and Meng Haoran, he didn't want to, the enemy came, killed his father, wandered the rivers and lakes by himself, where would he have leisure and leisure to study again.

Yang Shucheng said: "I have always loved Meng Haoran's poems as soon as I came. ”

The young man said, "Thank you brother Tai for your love for my family, Meng Haoran." ”

"Oh?"

The young man said: "Meng Haoran is the ancestor of my family, I am his descendant, my name is Meng Shaoyu, this mountain is called Lumen Mountain, and the opposite bank is Yuliangzhou, listening to the accent of Brother Tai is not a local." ”

Yang Shucheng said: "Disrespectful, disrespectful, I don't want to meet Mr. Meng's descendants, it's really a blessing for three lives." ”

"I'm scared, I'm scared."

Yang Shucheng introduced the two of them on his side and said: "Brother Meng is holding a collection of poems, and he is also a poet. ”

Meng Shaoyu said: "I'm ashamed, although I am a descendant of Meng Haoran, I can't say a word, it's really insulting to my ancestors." ”

He didn't say this, although he held Meng Haoran's poetry collection in his hand every day, and he could recite the first one, but he never wrote a good poem. He felt ashamed of his ancestors, he was embarrassed to say that he was a descendant of Meng Haoran, but today in the face of a stranger, he said that he was a descendant of Meng Haoran.

Meng Shaoyu said on the surface that he was not as good as the poet of his ancestors, but in fact, he also sighed that his ancestors were dashing, and his image was so bad that he didn't dare to compliment him, and he was ashamed of himself, so he was distressed and sad every day.

Meng Shaoyu said: "Brother Yang, Brother Wang, it's getting late now, please go to the villa for a few days, and it's not too late to hurry." ”

Yang Shucheng saw that he was sincerely invited, so he was not polite, and walked down the mountain with him. After walking a mountain road, I saw a good garden at the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, the Meng family was called a rich family in the local area, which did not reduce the family situation of Meng Haoran back then.

On the mountain road, I walked a zigzag down the mountain road, on both sides of which were nearly 100 years old trees, the sun had gone down, and the night was already very thick.

Walk to the foot of the mountain, in front of the villa, open a side door and walk into the park. Yang Shucheng wanted to go to the front to meet the master of the Meng family.

Meng Shaoyu frowned, and said: "I am very incompatible with my father, I live alone in another place, I don't have to go to the main house, just wronged the two of you and stay in my house." ”

Yang Shucheng saw that he was embarrassed, and he was not reluctant, he followed his ideas, and it was inconvenient to ask about other people's affairs.

Walking into a side yard, it is also spacious, a few osmanthus trees, branches and leaves, a bush of plantains, a bush of green bamboo, and a tree, Meng Shaoyu told that it is a Qiong tree, which blooms in spring, and the flowers are as big as a bowl.

There are seven or eight houses in the courtyard, and there is a light in one room, Meng Shaoyu's mother died early, so he is the master in this courtyard.

He walked into the courtyard and shouted, "Visitor, turn on the lights." ”

Then an old woman came out of the room where the lights were on, and after glancing at the two guests, she walked quickly to the main house, opened the door, and walked in, and in a moment the lights came on.

When the three of them entered the house, another maid came in and made tea for the host and guest.

Meng Shaoyu said: "Xiaohong, you go to the front and ask the kitchen master to fry a few hot dishes, you are about to serve them." Mother Wang, you go to the house and bring the wine. ”

"Yes." The two servants walked out.

In the huge courtyard, there are only these two servants, Meng Shaoyu loves to be quiet, and there are not many servants who want them.

Soon, the wine was also brought, and the old woman helped Yahuan bring all the food in the front yard. Sure enough, it is a rich family, although the meal is not called cooking dragons and phoenixes, but it is also a delicacies from the mountains and seas, among which there is a chariot bream, which is particularly delicious.

This is a special product in the Han River section of Xiangyang, and it is often forbidden for fishermen to hunt.

Tonight I met a soulmate, and the two talked happily. Although Wang Huaguo couldn't interject, but in the past few days, he hadn't eaten anything good, tonight the table was full of delicious, he let go of his stomach to eat, drank some wine, and was a little drunk, Meng Shaoyu told the old woman to take him to another room to sleep.

Here, the two drank wine, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became. After drinking, before the two of them fell asleep, Meng Shaoyu led Yang Shucheng into another room.

This is a study, there is no furnishings in it, that is, the four walls are bookshelves, which are full of books, the descendants of the Meng family only know how to run the industry, no one reads anymore, after Meng Shaoyu broke with his father, he didn't want anything, just moved all the books accumulated by his ancestors here.

The two sat in the study, drinking fragrant tea, talking about the past and the present, and were full of spirit.

It was late at night, and when I came to the bedroom, I was still interested, and the two of them shared a bed and talked to each other.

It's still not enjoyable to talk, so the two of them just sleep together and chat.

Seeing that it was dawn, the two of them fell asleep in a hazy way.

The next day, it was not until the sun rose that the two of them got up, freshened up, had breakfast, and sat under the tree in the courtyard.

It was a stone table with a chessboard on it, and the two of them had just raised their hands to play more than twenty chess pieces.

Then the gate was opened, and a group of people rushed in.

It was the five robbers who wanted to rob Mrs. Huang's family at the foot of Hutou Mountain.

The five robbers surrounded Yang Shucheng.

Of course, Yang Shucheng was not afraid of these five robbers, but one of the five robbers was a bearded man, he was holding a machete, which was as sharp as ice, faintly bloodstained, and had killed many people. I wonder if Yang Shucheng is an opponent?