Chapter 72 Meet funny people at the herbal tea stall

Twilight drum morning bell, a daily lesson, Qin Shubao hates this kind of morning class that is eye-catching in the early morning, and the sound of chanting scriptures, which is really uncomfortable.

Paper kite got up early in the morning to freshen up. There were no female guests in the temple, and she could only pretend to be a book boy. However, she was only responsible for taking care of Qin Shubao's living and did not go out to accompany Qin Shubao. In just a few days, she read several scriptures and adapted to the morning classes in the temple.

"Paper kite, why don't you go out and wash early in the morning? Do you want to have a beautiful woman to hook up with Jun Shami?

Zhiyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. If Qin Hu hadn't named her to follow Qin Shubao, according to her nature, she would not be alone with Qin Shubao.

"Do you say something? In the past few days, you don't want to say a word to me. You know, this is very tormenting. Qin Shubao continued to lie down and talk nonsense. After being disturbed by his dream, he couldn't sleep.

Paper kite was too lazy to say anything and pulled out a small dagger directly from his sleeve. Qin Shubao immediately explained, "Don't mind? I'm just kidding."

Hearing Qin Shubao begging for mercy, the paper kite silently put away the dagger and floated up the corners of his mouth.

Since Russell's incident, she has carried a dagger every day, and Qin Shubao also knew it when she moved into Daming Temple.

There is a kind of sadness called fear!

I practiced unorthodox Taijiquan in the courtyard. After warming up, I had 50 push-ups, sweaty, and Taiji again.

When he went out to build an eagle, Zhao Meng followed and met people. He was no longer **, and he was still arrogant, and he looked at those Sha Mi with envy.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the day when he enters the incense to fulfill his wish. Today is the day when the temple gate is wide open and accepts incense visitors. Qin Shubao has not seen such a lively scene for a long time, so he handed over Ao Tian to Zhao Meng to wander alone.

When he walked to Guanyin Hall, Qin Shubao stopped. Unfortunately, the people who came and went were all women, and their appearance was not eye-catching. Qin Shubao sighed.

"Mr. Qin, my young master is invited."

Qin Shubao planned to continue wandering, but was stopped by a rickety old man. If something happens, there must be a demon. Qin Shubao asked warily, "Who is your son?"

"It was my son who talked to Mr. Qin yesterday."

Thinking about it, Qin Shubao changed his smile and said, "There are old people leading the way."

The old man was stunned, smiled, and looked a little respectful, "Qin, please."

Through the hall and walked to the Reclining Buddha Hall, Zhao Xinger knelt down to worship the Buddha. The old man nodded gently and slowly retreated.

Looking at the departing old man, Qin Shubao couldn't help looking at him more. Although the old man was old, his expression, manner and momentum were not like ordinary people.

"Buddha lay in nirvana under the bodhi tree, stepped on bliss, and adhered to Mahayana Buddhism. Can Mr. Zhao want to learn from him?"

Zhao Xinger ignored it and kowtowed three times and nine times, meticulously. Qin Shubao asked for boredom and looked around.

"Sir Qin, can you borrow 300 Tang Poems for me to observe?"

Qin Shubao turned around and shook his head reluctantly, "I will rely on that ink to support the scene. If I give it to you and you become a poetic fairy, won't I cry to death?"

"Poetry Fairy?"

Zhao Xinger sneered in her heart. The 300 Tang Poems are really so charming, and how can she be anonymous? She has read countless classics and never seen a few words.

"Cunzi promised me to observe!"

"Do you have it?" Qin Shubao looked up at the sky and his eyebrows tightened.

"Rogue!" Dage!" Zhao Xinger scolded in her heart, her face turned cold, and she said with no expression, "On that day, Mr. Qin invited me to go to the house and wish to enjoy my loneliness. If Mr. Qin forgets it during this time, just think that Zhao Xing didn't mention it."

"Oh!" Qin Shubao suddenly realized, pointed his finger at Zhao Xinger and shook, patted his forehead violently, and said, "There is indeed such a thing! Look, I've been busy these days and forgot about this. When I go back, Mr. Zhao will go back with me, and I will give it immediately.

"Busy? Busy fighting and making trouble, busy playing doodles, busy walking dogs with eagles... It's really busy!" Zhao Xinger secretly remorted her heart, and her face did not look good for Qin Shubao, a big dage.

"Sunzi Zhao, there are many fragrant guests entering the mountain today. Why don't we go to the mountain gate to see if we can see some interesting things?"

I didn't expect 'Zhao Xing' to agree, but I didn't expect 'Zhao Xing' to say softly, "Okay."

Qin Shubao couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly.

"Aren't you leaving?" Zhao Xinger asked. Seeing that Qin Shubao wanted to open his mouth to explain, she said first, "Then I won't go."

"Don't! Let's go now!"

Qin Shubao took Zhao Xing's hand and walked out. Zhao Xing shook his hand and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Touched his head and giggled. Qin Shubao smiled secretly in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, "I forgot Mr. Zhao's taboo."

Zhao Xinger's heart warmed slightly, and her face was a little warmer. She said, "Let's go!"

Qin Shubao led the way, and Zhao Xinger followed. During this period, Qin Shubao was talking nonsense, which was a little noisy and funny.

After three quarters, the two walked to the mountain gate. Qin Shubao's face was a little pale, and his physique was indeed a little poor. Zhao Xinger was sweating heavily and was no less tired than Qin Shubao's.

Take out a Jinpa from his arms and hand it over to 'Zhao Xing'. Qin Shubao said with concern, "Wipe it!"

Jinpa is white, embroidered with a plant of orchid grass, ink-colored branches and white buds, which is a gentleman's virtue.

"Which lady's handkerchief is this?" Zhao Xinger naturally recognized the Jinpa material and was more interested in the embroidered female red.

Qin Shubao smiled and said, "Miss, she's just a big maid."

"What a pity! A beautiful woman has a heart, but a gentleman has no intention!"

A woman who can be embroidered with such a female red must be skillful. Unfortunately, the embroidered gentleman orchid is carried by a young lady, which is indeed a little dirty.

"After wiping your sweat, remember to return it to me."

Zhao Xinger's movements stiffened, and two red clouds on her face came to her mind that Qin Shubao did something unsightly with a handkerchief.

Angry to anger, Zhao Xinger roared, "Isn't it just a handkerchief? Is it necessary? At worst, I'll give you thousands of them for you to wipe enough.

Qin Shubao looked depressed and was really confused about Zhao Xing's sudden temper. He just didn't want the things embroidered for him by Mo Xiang to be ignored. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, right?

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. Inexplicable!" Qin Shubao didn't want to quarrel about a handkerchief and said impatiently.

Qin Shubao's expression made Zhao Xinger feel inexplicably painful and almost burst into tears. When has she been treated so lightly?

"Yoh! I'm going to cry! The sage didn't teach us that men shed tears. You are contrary to the teachings of the sages!"

Tears that were about to come out of anger were abruptly angry. Zhao Xinger stared and said, "There are bugs flying into her eyes."

"Oh? Is it?"

"What's your business?"

The old man smiled and looked at Zhao Xinger with some love, with two green clothes sitting under his buttocks.

"Bold tea is free of charge. As long as you have a story to tell, you won't take a penny of herbal tea."

A shout attracted Qin Shubao's attention, and Zhao Xinger also felt interesting. Are there any people doing business at a loss in the world?

The two looked at each other and found a tacit understanding for the first time. They both entered the stall and asked for a pot of herbal tea.

The main plate of the herbal tea stall sits on one side, with several tables in front of it. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are staggered and orderly. Although it is not like a scribe, it is not like a vendor.

A man sat in front of the stall owner and opened his mouth and said that he was used to it. After hearing this, the stall owner nodded slightly and asked someone to send him a bowl of herbal tea. The old farmer drinking herbal tea smiled and showed his burnt yellow teeth.

When the old farmer left, the stall owner wrote hard, and the white paper became full of funny words for a moment. One person came one after another, looping back and forth.

A storyteller may laugh, or make people hook up, or don't understand, or be absurd.

Drink the hot herbal tea and taste the story of the ground, which is really enjoyable.

Zhao Xinger was not used to drinking this kind of wilderness drink and did not dare to drink it randomly, so she never touched the herbal tea in front of her, but she found that Qin Shubao drank it with relish, as if he had never been dressed in jade.

Half a pot of herbal tea, Qin Shubao got up. Zhao Xinger thought he was going to Xiao Jie, but she didn't want him to go straight to the stall owner who was writing the manuscript.

"Are you Pu Songling?"

The stall owner raised his eyebrows in consternation and did not dare to treat the brocade man in front of him. He quickly replied, "I don't know who the prince is talking about. Xiaoke's surname is Nie, not Pu.

"Oh, I thought it was the person who wrote Liaozhai Zhiyi." Qin Shubao was slightly disappointed and thought that he had met a great literary master, but unfortunately it was just a similar style.

"Liaozhai?" The stall owner chanted secretly and fell into meditation.

"Sir, Mr. Nie is a famous storyteller in Shili Baxiang, not Pu Songling. Whenever he spreads blessings in Daming Temple, he comes up to sell herbal tea and collect stories. Sometimes when he hears the stories from his mouth, the old men' faces are shining, because those stories are told to Mr. Nie. Nie. Of."

Qin Shubao laughed, sat on the ground and said to the funny man, "Sir, I have a story here. Can I listen to it?"