Spring. At the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, Yang Zhenren, who was in charge of the Pipe Sect of the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain, looked at Fan Zeng and said, "How many years have you been on Kunlun Mountain?"

Fan Zeng said: "It's been thirty years, and the disciple has spent seventy years in vain this year. ”

Yang Zhenren: "You were born with a thin life, and it is difficult to achieve immortal paths, so you can only receive the blessings of the world." Now that the Great Qin Qi is about to run out, you can go down the mountain to help the Ming Lord, worship as a general, and it will not be in vain for you to go up the mountain to practice for 30 years. ”

Fan Zeng said: "The disciple is a monk sincerely, has endured the years of hardship, and has been practicing for several years; ”

Yang Zhenren: "Your fate should be like this, you will obey the mandate of heaven, how dare you disobey?"

Fan Zeng said: "I don't know if the respected master can teach the disciples where to vote?"

Yang Zhenren: "After practicing for several years, can't you argue who is the master?"

Fan Zeng said again: "The disciple goes down the mountain, what will be the fate of the future?"

Yang Zhenren: "If you meet the master, you should become famous, if not, you will die a miserable death." Remember. ”

Fan Zeng had to pack up his clothes and reluctantly bid farewell to his teacher.

Fan Zeng said goodbye to his master and thought to himself: "I have been practicing since I went up the mountain for more than 30 years, and I have been away from home for so many years, and I don't know what my home is like now, so I should go back and have a look first." ”

Fan Zeng rode on the blue-maned horse given by his master and rushed to Ju Ji day and night.

It is now late spring in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and a gust of spring breeze with the fragrance of peach blossoms is blowing across the earth, so gentle that it is like a lover's breath.

Fan Zeng loosened the reins, let the horse under the seat slowly cross the bridge, and then walked a short distance to almost home, Fan Zeng felt a thousand emotions in his heart, when he left home when he was young, he returned when he was old, and he didn't know what the family road was.

The warm wind blew across his face, blowing his robe, and he took a deep breath and hurried home.

After a few years, Fan Zeng saw that the courtyard was still green and evergreen, and he was overjoyed.

Fan Zeng walked to the door, knocked on the door, and said, "Is there anyone at home?"

An old woman with white hair opened the door and said, "I wonder who the old man is looking for?"

Fan Zeng looked at this woman who looked like his wife Li, and he was excited: "Lady, take a closer look at who I am?"

Li Shi opened his eyes wide and looked at it, and couldn't help but be sad and happy, and exclaimed, "You are ...... You're the prime minister, you're not dead yet?

Fan Zeng's eyes were filled with tears, his eyes were facing each other, and old tears were all over the place.

Li excitedly pulled Fan Zeng up, entered the grass hall, and cried: "Xianggong is so ruthless, leaving our mother and son without news for decades, I don't know if it is life or death, today I finally came back safely!"

Fan Zeng said: "At that time, I only wanted to become an immortal, but my fate was shallow, and I had no chance to become an immortal, so I had to return to the world, and I was ashamed of my mother." ”

Li sobbed and said: "Xianggong, you don't know, there is no way to be violent today, all kinds of conscription are complicated, and the military and civilians of counties and counties all over the country, and men over the age of sixteen have to participate in conscription. Poor our two sons, who have been serving in forced labor for many years, do not know whether they live or die, leaving me and my two daughters-in-law at home, planting some crops and struggling to survive, God is pitiful, you are finally back. ”

Fan Zeng said: "The good wife is tired, I went down the mountain this time to find the master, he comes from time to time, the wealth is not shallow, and it is not in vain that you work hard all your life." ”

Li Shi said: "Xianggong has been gone for so many years, what have you learned?"

Fan Zeng said: "Why don't you learn, otherwise, how to do things?"

Li said: "What kind of Taoist art do you learn?"

Fan Zeng said: "Diving to chop wood, planting peaches to burn fire, fan furnace alchemy, fortune telling." ”

Li frowned and said, "These are all miscellaneous things, and they will be done if they don't learn." ”

After speaking, Li went to clean up the food for Fan Zeng.

After two months like this, Fan Zeng only thinks about the big road plan all day long, and does not care about the livelihood of his family.

Li complained in his heart and said, "Xianggong has been back for many days, and he only eats idle meals at home every day, so life is even more difficult if he goes on like this." I advise you to do some business in order to prepare for our life turnover. ”

Fan Zeng suddenly woke up and said, "What the good wife said is true. ”

Li said: "I don't know what kind of business the Xiang Guild does?"

Fan Zeng said: "I have been learning Taoism in Kunlun Mountain for 30 years, and I don't know any worldly business, I can only chop wood. ”

Li said: "This business is good, every family uses it, you just go to the mountains to cut it, pick it to the county seat to sell, and you can make some money back." ”

Fan Zeng went to the mountains to cut two large bundles of firewood, and picked dozens of miles to Juchao County to sell, he was a Taoist, and he didn't know how to shout, and he sold from morning to afternoon, and did not sell a bundle of firewood.

Fan Zeng saw that it was getting late, and he was hungry again, so he had to pick dozens of miles of circuits, so he had to rush back.

When he returned to the door, Li saw that there were still two bundles of firewood, not missing at all, and he was about to ask.

Fan Zeng said: "Lady, you are not virtuous, you think I am having idle meals at home, and ask me to sell firewood, but after selling for a day, there is no one to ask, and my shoulders are swollen." ”

Li said: "Firewood is a thing that every family uses, don't say you won't sell it, but come to complain about me." ”

The two of you said a word, and the quarrel was red-faced.

The two daughters-in-law hurriedly came to persuade them, and after listening, the eldest daughter-in-law said: "There are some wheat sprouts at home, so it is better to grind some flour and sell it, it is better than selling firewood." ”

Fan Zeng grinded a load of noodles according to his words, and picked them up to the county seat to sell them the next day.

The four gates of the southeast, northwest, and northwest have all been completed, and not a single pound has been sold.

I felt hungry and tired, and my burden was heavy, so I had to put down my burden and rest.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw a man say, "Give me a penny of noodles." ”

Fan Zeng thought about how much it was business, so he had to bow his head and weigh him.

Before the noodles were weighed, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and a frightened wild horse rushed over and kicked the noodles to the ground.

Fan Zeng hurriedly went to help, but suddenly a gust of wind blew in the air, flour flew all over the sky, and Fan Zeng became a noodle man.

The man who bought the noodles was so frightened that he ran away, and he didn't sell a penny.

Fan Zeng felt a wave of anger in his heart, and angrily took the empty burden back.

When Li saw Fan Zengkong coming back, he was overjoyed and said: "This dry noodle is selling well, and it will be sold short in one day." ”

Fan Zeng was angry, threw away the empty burden, and scolded angrily: "You slut is troublesome, do you have to call me to do business?"

Li Shiqi said: "The dry noodles sell well, but you still scold me." ”

Fan Zeng said: "Not a penny has ever been sold, the dry noodles were tripped by a horse, and they were blown away by a strange wind." ”

Li Shi took a sip of Fan Zeng and said: "Don't say that you are useless, but blame me, you are really a wine bag and rice bag, and you only know how to eat idle meals." ‘’

Fan Zeng's anger was furious, and he shouted angrily: "You shrew, dare to insult your husband." ”

The two of you pushed me and yelled.

When the two daughters-in-law heard this, they hurriedly came up to dissuade them, and the little daughter-in-law said: "There are more taverns and inns here, and they are close to the West Lake, so it is better for my father-in-law to go fishing and sell them." ”

Fan Zeng thought about it and made sense, prepared the fishing tools, and Fan Zeng went fishing the next day.

But it was raining in the sky.

Fan Zeng frowned and sighed, "God is against me everywhere. ”

Li Shi smiled: "Rainy fish are better to catch." She took down a pair of hats hanging on the wall and handed it to Fan Zeng.

Fan Zeng had to smile bitterly: "I hope it is as the lady said." ”

Fan Zeng had to wear a coat and hat, drenched in rain and mud, and came to the lake to fish.

The rain hits the surface of the lake, causing a circle of ripples, the green willows on both sides are lightly blowing, the lotus flowers are half-opened, and the distant mountains are misty and misty, just like a hazy ink painting.

Looking at such a beautiful scenery, Fan Zeng's heart suddenly brightened, and the resentment was swept away, and fishing by the lake to watch the rain scene was also a very elegant and beautiful thing.