C5 Late arrival of tianyue

After seeing off the Village Head and the others, the temple boy led Hu Zhao and the other three to the backyard. After lifting up the curtain between the front hall and the back courtyard, there were two different worlds. The front hall was piled high with firewood in the corner, and the brazier was burning brightly. Although it was not as warm as the entire hall, it was definitely warmer than the long corridor in the backyard, which was behind the curtain. As soon as Little Hu came out, he sneezed a few times and carefully observed the place he would be staying at tonight with his little eyes wide open.

"Please." A six-year-old Daoist boy led the way with a torch in his hand. The torches were almost as tall as the little Daoist boy. They were drawn out from the bottom of the brazier in the front hall and burned extremely well. From time to time, sparks would jump out with a "zhi zhi" sound. She was afraid that the Daoist boy would be scalded, but she was not particularly concerned about him. She just felt that if this scene really happened, it would leave a shadow in the future.

Why this temple was the largest house in the village was clear enough when one entered the temple's backyard. The main house and two guest rooms were built around three sides of a small courtyard. There was a tree in the yard, a water tank and a pavilion in the corner. The only gap in the backyard was a small door beside the small woodshed. Outside the door was a deep pitch-black darkness. It was very dark, but one could still see a smooth cliff face. In the snowy night, one could see the stone wall reflecting the light of the Green Bull Dao Children's torches. It seemed very strange. Little Hu wasn't afraid, but he thought that although this place couldn't compare to Xu City's house, nor Ying Chuan's house, it was still much better than what he had initially thought.

"This is the room my master stayed when he was alive. If you don't mind, you can sleep here for the night." Then he pointed to the guest room on the right, which faced west, and said, "You can also stay in that room at night." Then, without waiting for Hu Zhao and the others to give up, he silently handed the torch to the giant man and walked to the room facing the east. There is not enough turpentine to fill the oil barrels in the corner of the room near the door; I see that you have brought the bedding, and if there is not enough you can fetch it from the closet in the room, but it will be a little damp; the tub is only in the main room, and hot water can be collected in the woodshed and then heated on the stove outside the door, which is a pool of water, and the water can be fetched from the bucket itself. "

Hu Zhao and the other three watched as the Daoist Priest Qing Niu pushed open the door as if he was able to see into the night. Before they could recover, a gentle voice came from the other side of the room, "The edge of the pool is slippery. Be careful." Then, with a bang, the door closed.

Hu Zhao sighed deeply. He understood that this six year old child prodigy had already seen through his tricks. Even though he hadn't seen through the excitement before, he knew that now that he had calmed down, it was time for him to calm down. He was deeply saddened that he, a dignified scholar under the tutelage of a saint, would actually rely on this kind of provocation to stay in this temple. However, he was not the type of person that would look into things. After doing everything, he would think of a way to make up for this "once in a hundred years" little prodigy. Thinking of this, Hu Zhao's eyes lit up even more. In the darkness, his gaze was like a firefly's as he said, "I'll sleep with Tadg in that guest room tonight. Madam and Qing Dun will be in the main room for the night."

Lady Hu was the kind of traditional girl in a small family who would always listen to her husband. However, after cooperating with her husband for so many years, they had already come to an agreement, so she silently added her own suggestion within the scope of her husband's plan, "Qing Dun and I will first go to the two rooms to check out the bed and bedding, and then we can first boil some water for Mister to wash up with. It's been a few days since we left, and it's been a few days since we last took a bath. Furthermore, after washing up, it will be much better for me to sleep. "

The four of them pushed open the door to the main room and went to light the oil lamp. When the lights went on, everyone started to look around the room. The room was actually very simple. There was a wooden table opposite the door. It was relatively simple, with only four legs and no paint on the table. It could have been cooked by a master greengrocer himself. The edge of the table was very smooth, giving off a feeling as if it had been there for many years. Passing the table was a wooden board with the words "Heaven and Earth" carved onto it. From Hu Zhao's perspective, although the calligraphy wasn't the best, it was self-contained and faintly exuded a majestic grandeur.

When Hu Zhao read the calligraphy, he took out a torch and left to boil some water outside the small door. Madam Hu and Mister Qing opened the cabinets one by one, revealing expressions of pleasant surprise on their faces. Whether it was the mattress or the bedding, they were clean and tidy. Madam Hu thought that it must be because Grandmaster Qing Niu had predicted that winter would approach and had washed the blankets beforehand to dry them. Then she looked at the tub again, and this time there was no surprise. The tub was covered in dust, whether it was the walls or the bottom. If he thought about it, it made sense. If the weather was cold, he could add more bedding to wash. However, why did he need to wash an extra tub? It seemed like he had to use hot water for a round before he could sprinkle it with some insect repellent and spices prepared by his master. Only then would he be able to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

Madam Hu told Hu Zhao as she went out to watch the water boil. After tidying up the bedding, Hu Dan curiously followed his father as he saw his father take the oil lamp to the east side of the house.

The east side of the room was the right side of the entrance. When Hu Zhao put the lamp closer, he could see that it was a simple study room. Although there were only two or three Dao books on the table and a few bamboo slips in the closet, it still showed that the owner was literate. There were also a few wooden boards on top of the desk that were similarly simple. On them, words of various sizes were engraved. Out of curiosity, Hu Zhao put down the oil lamp on his desk and picked up a wooden board. His first reaction was — this word was no ordinary ugly …

Fortunately, he was able to read the words. Hu Zhao brought the oil lamp closer to the wooden board, and saw that the words "Chong Zhen 5 December, Yu Hu" were scribbled on it. After three days of heavy snow, the sounds of people and birds in the lake died down. The day is set even more, Yu a small boat, embrace a fire, alone to the lake pavilion to see snow. The sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water are all white. The shadow on the lake, only long embankment a mark, the heart of the lake pavilion a point, and a boat, boat people in the two or three "just came to this."

Hu Zhao's eyebrows tightened. It seemed like this was a diary of some sort, and it was different from the current style and style. It was also different from the language of the sages of ancient times. However, this sentence had completely blinded Hu Zhao — "Chongzhen 5 years in December, living in the West Lake". What was the date of this "Chongzhen 5 years"? Could it be the title of an ancient monarch? I've never heard of it. This "West Lake" was very ordinary, the world was filled with "East Lake South Lake West Lake", but the scenery described in this description of the West Lake at the heart of the lake, just looking at the characters, especially this sentence — "The sky, the clouds, the mountains and the water, everything is white. The more Hu Zhao saw, the happier he became. This kind of scenery was like a white light floating in the sky!

However, was this writing a work of a great master? Or was it a work of a great master? Hu Zhao laughed inwardly. How could this be the work of Grandmaster Qing Niu? Without considering the age limit, Grandmaster Qing Niu had never left the mountain ever since he was adopted by Grandmaster Qing Cai. Just as Hu Zhao's thoughts were jumping, he heard a young girl's voice murmuring in his ear, "New green ant wine, red mud stove." If you come late to the snow, would you be able to drink a cup of water? "

Hu Zhao looked over and saw that his own daughter was holding a wooden board in her hands. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, she was reading the board in a clear and melodious voice. Hu Zhao didn't hear her clearly at the moment, and put down the wooden board in his hand for his daughter to take a look at. His heart skipped a beat when he carefully read the four lines on the board. Previously, it was just a painting of love, but now that he had savored it, it was already amazing. Now, it was another straightforward poem that contained a rich amount of emotion. However, when Hu Zhao saw the small words carved into the bottom left corner of this wooden board, "A.D. 196, the Year of Jianan in the East Han Dynasty, the Bian character," his heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning!

This "A.D. 196", which Hu Zhao didn't understand, was probably a special mark of the author of the poem.

This last "flat pea" may be the author's name or a nickname.

However, according to Hu Zhao's quick thinking, this "Eastern Han" could refer specifically to the present Great Han Dynasty, because Emperor Gao Zuofeng would be in Chang'an City, and his successor would be in Luoyang. Thus, the Eastern Han Dynasty would be established. What shocked Hu Zhao was this last sentence, "The Year of Jianan." Since this January had just been changed to the year "Jianan," then this "Jianan Year" … Wasn't it just this year? However, from what the village chief said, Master Qing Cai passed away in May and June last year …

In that case, Hu Zhao's eyes were flickering with uncertainty. These wooden planks were obviously the work of a person. Who was this "Bian"? Was it a work of a stranger that depicted a dead person, or was it a work of a dead person that entrusted life to a living person, or perhaps … This was the work of a stranger!

Oil Lamp blew up the wick, making Hu Zhao's expression even more indecisive. Little Hu felt that the situation with his father tonight was a little scary, so he couldn't help but pull at the corner of Hu Zhao's shirt and asked, "What's wrong?" "Father."

Hu Zhao quickly suppressed this doubt and smiled, "It's fine, the wood scraps on the wooden boards pierced into my hand."

Little Hu wanted to take a look at his father's wound, but he was pushed away by Hu Zhao with a smile and murmured, "It's just a little bit. It's not broken. Let's go take a look at how your mother is doing."

Little Hu glanced at his father doubtfully. He felt that something was wrong, but since he couldn't observe anything, he left it to him. Anyway, his father would rather laugh. With this thought in mind, Little Hu jumped out of the house to see how his mother and uncle Rao were heating up the water. However, just as he was about to step out of the door, he bumped into someone.

"What's wrong? "Green Rhino?" Madam Hu hurriedly asked when she heard her daughter's shout outside the small door.

Hu Zhao turned his head and saw that the one who had collided with his daughter was the six-year-old Daoist boy. Although the little Daoist boy was also knocked down by the same thing, he then responded to his husband, "It's nothing. Qing Zhong tripped."

"Oh." Madam Hu then felt relieved, and lowered her head to lift the lid of the pot on the earthen stove. She looked under the torch and said to the giant man who was holding the torch to draw water, "Changsheng, there might be a few more pots of water, so just get me a few more buckets of water." Longevity was the word Hu Zhao wrote for the watch. Then, he recalled the Daoist boy's advice and added, "Slip carefully."

Two hums to show that they know.

On the other side of the main house, Hu Dan rubbed his sore butt and chest as he glared at the Daoist boy, "Why are you in such a hurry to run away? Why aren't you apologizing after hitting someone!"

The Daoist boy looked at the wooden boards in Hu Zhao's hand and was shocked. He didn't pay any attention to the accusation that little Hu Dan had made first and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry." He then walked into the room and stood in front of the desk. Under Hu Zhao's gaze, he silently put away those wooden boards and said faintly, "I've pulled down some things."

When Hu Zhao saw the Daoist Priest Qing Niu taking the wooden board from his hand and remembered the poem from earlier, he could not help but ask, "You wrote these?"

"No." The green ox Daoist child calmly and quickly answered. He then looked silently at Hu Zhao and saw the sense of loss in his eyes. He took the wooden board from his hand and turned around to leave.

Hu Zhao was quite frustrated. When he saw that the Daoist boy was about to leave the room, he called out to him hesitantly, "Bastard?"

The Daoist Priest's steps paused for a moment, then he swiftly disappeared into the darkness of the snowy night.