Chapter 148 Diary of Yuncheng International Students 7

In the next seven days, A Jing and I passed through two big cities, Xuyi, Sizhou and Fuli, Suzhou.

When I came to Fu Li, it was the rainy season. The dark clouds rolled and the thunder shook loudly, and the heavy rain fell on Suzhou City. In an instant, the white waves were soaring, the river was turbulence, and the whole canal changed color. It seemed that the pot had opened. The passenger ship no longer move forward, and A Jing and I had to go ashore to stay overnight.

Sutou is not in the city, but the village in front of the ferry, called Suri Village.

This village is not big. There are only 50 families. They grow pear trees, raise chickens and feed pigs, and there are no inns or restaurants. A Jing and I knocked on the wooden door of a villager for a long time in the wind and rain.

It was a young man who opened the door, holding a piece of mud in his hand. He looked at me for a long time before he turned around and shouted, "Mother, come and say hello, I'll go back to see the fire."

After saying that, before A Jing and I could speak, we ran back to the house.

The rain outside was too heavy. A Jing's whole body was so wet that her face was pale and her lips were blue. I was worried that she would freeze her body, so I pulled her into the house and stood at the door and didn't walk in.

Because I was worried that I would be kicked out of the house without being invited by the owner, so I just stood at the door where I couldn't get caught in the rain.

Just before the young man finished speaking, an old woman ran out of the hut on the side of the door, holding a broken bamboo hat, and entered the door. After seeing me and Ajing, she kindly asked, "You two have just got off the boat."

I nodded and said yes, and then asked, "Aunuch, it's convenient for me to stay with my wife for one night in your place, and I will pay enough money."

I took out a piece of silver from my arms and handed it to the old woman. After a few times of refusal, she happily put it in her arms and quickly took me and A Jing to an empty room. It seemed that it should be an east-facing room, which was connected to the big grass room in the middle.

After entering the house, the old woman told me that her surname was Bi. Just now, the child named Bi Sheng was her son. There were only two people in her family. Her husband's family died early. This house turned out to be her and her husband's bedroom. Later, when her husband's family was gone, she moved to the yellow mud room next to her son. First, she was close to the stove, and second, she could help her son take care of it. Some burnt jars and jars.

When I saw that Aunt Bi was nagging, I immediately interrupted. My surname was Ximen, and my wife's name was Jing. Just now, my wife was drenched by the heavy rain. I wanted to trouble Aunt Bi to help my wife make a bowl of ginger soup. Aunt Bi said that it was easy for you two to rest first, and the aunt would come.

After Aunt Bi left, I quickly asked A Jing to take off her wet clothes, wipe her body and let her go to bed first. I went out to find Aunt Bi to ask her to boil some water and bathe my wife. Aunt Bi said don't worry. When the ginger soup is cooked, I will help you two boil water to bathe.

After dinner, the heavy rain was a little less. Ajing took a nap for an hour after drinking ginger soup. When she woke up, she was no longer hot. Thank God, I brought the hot food to the bed and fed A Jing.

Ajing was so excited that she almost cried and asked me with red eyes, "husband, how can this be made? You should ask Ajing to serve you..."

I told Ajing with a smile, "What's the matter? Husband and wife should have taken care of each other. In the future, you can serve me when my husband is sick. Come and eat quickly. Don't think about it."

The rain in Suzhou seemed to be endless. A Jing and I were stuck in the room for several days. When we were really idle, we chatted with Aunt Bi. Aunt Bi fell in love with the clever A Jing, who simply regarded A Jing as her own daughter. With the light of A Jing, Aunt Bi and I also Get familiar with it. I will help Bi Sheng deliver goods to Suzhou City when it rains.

Along the way, I put on a weede and put on a bucket hat and helped push the cart in the back. Brother Bi Sheng walked in front of me with his bare arms. The uphill road was difficult to walk, and there was mud under my feet. If it had been someone else, I would have retreated.

At that time, the board car was loaded with pottery bowls cooked by Brother Bi Sheng, and there were a few strange things in wooden boxes. I don't know what they were.

I wanted to ask several times, but the rain suddenly became heavy, and the sound of the rain suppressed the voice. I had to close my mouth and endure it until I entered Suzhou City, and then asked Bi Sheng, "Brother Bi, what's in this box?"

Bi Sheng wiped the rain on his face, shook his arm and grinned and told me, "This is the typeface I burned for others to print books"

I don't understand what a live version is. Ask Bi Sheng. He told me that from the Tang Dynasty, probably when King Feng Ying of the fifth generation began to print books, and the later classics were all versions. However, after working as an apprentice in the bookstore for many years, he found that the current printing was too time-consuming and laborious. I don't know how many versions to be carved in each book, and he didn't even remember how many he had carved.

Later, when I was cooking pottery bowls at home, I suddenly had an idea and thought why I couldn't burn movable characters? The younger brother came to the city this time to sell the pottery pots and pottery bowls that had been baked for half a year, and the other was to go to the Tian's bookstore where he used to work to sell his live handwriting to the shopkeeper.

Tianjia Bookstore is located on the bustling Daoxiang Street in Suzhou City. It is a big house with three fronts and back. Outside the courtyard wall, the trees are made of bamboo, and the fragrance of books is overflowing.

There are several carriages parked in front of the horse stake, and it is estimated that they are here to buy books.

I guessed correctly. The carriages came to carry books. Several handymen dressed as servants were carrying boxes to the car, covered with thick mats made of straw. Brother Bi Sheng and I parked the cart in the alley by the roadside. I helped him carry down the boxes of movable characters and sent them to the yard of Tianjia Bookstore. After taking a breath, it can be seen how heavy these boxes are.

Brother Bi Sheng asked me to wait under the eaves of the door. He went in to talk to the owner of the Tian family. I wished him success. Brother Bi Sheng ran in with confidence.

After a while, Brother Bi Sheng came out with a broad and fat middle-aged scribe with a beard. He came to me and pointed to the box on the ground. "Open it, let me see"

Bi Sheng and I quickly opened the boxes and asked the man to look. The man suddenly smiled and asked Bi Sheng, "What is this?"

Bi Sheng and I looked down and was shocked. We only heard the man say sarcastically, "This is a pile of mud, and the mud can't hold the wall. Bi Sheng, are you playing with Tian?"

Brother Bi Sheng suddenly lost his loss and kept apologizing to the Tian, saying that the rain on the road was too heavy. Presumably, the rain must have penetrated into the box and wet the movable type. Please give him another chance and promise to let Mr. Tian see the intact movable type next time.

But the man surnamed Tian had already seen it and was no longer interested. He shook his sleeves and ordered his servants to drive us out, and said not to delay their business.