Clayton Xie's Enchanted Feast Chapter 9

"So?" Zhai Lao waited before the collapse and failed to understand what Clayton Xie meant. Isn't it common for the Xie family to argue in front of Xie He's memorial tablet? Does it have anything to do with Clayton Xie's current whim?

"They remind me of my father, and I go to Nanhu to put out lanterns every year during the Ghost Festival. If my father knows anything, he must be used to this annual letter from home. If I don't send it to him in person this year, he will definitely I feel that life after death is incomplete and unhappy!" Clayton Xie's ability to speak for his father has already reached its peak, reaching the point where father and I are one.

The old man at home is neither sick nor slow, and can cope with it easily: "You basically rely on support to walk now, and you can only rely on shaking to talk. How big-hearted do you think Alang is to want you to send him a message under such circumstances?"

In Daqi, "Alang" is the name for the male master of the family, and "Langjun" is the name for the young master.

Although Xie He, the head of the family, has passed away many years ago, as long as the eldest princess of Zhenguo is still there, the Xie family will always call her that. Even if Clayton Xie is eighty, he will probably still be a husband, or he may become a father-in-law directly, but he cannot be A-lang anyway.

"If you don't tell him that I'm injured, how will he know?" Clayton Xie was provocative.

"As you said, Alang Quan knows something." The old man smiled slightly, not afraid at all.

Clayton Xie puffed up his face, crossed his chest, and started to get angry.

The old man looked at the sky, the ground, and the air, pretending not to see his husband's expression, and refusing to kill him.

Clayton Xie let out a long sigh and could only use his trump card: "I remember my mother said that when the time comes for Tianshi's Dharma gathering to recite sutras, I must go to Tianning Wanshou in person to invite her back?"

The full name of Tianning Wanshou is Tianning Wanshou Temple. You can tell by looking at the name. This is a monk temple. The previous name was not so convoluted. It was changed on a whim when cousin Clayton Xie came to Jiangzuo a few years ago. , I think this name is both literary and Zen. But from Clayton Xie's point of view, this is a rhythm that prevents people from talking properly.

Tianning Wanshou is located on the south peak outside Jiangzuo City.

South Peak, also known as Nanshan, is a great place to climb in spring with a panoramic view of South Lake. To the north of Fenghuang Mountain where Xie's Mansion and Palace are located is Nanhu. In other words, several places are basically clustered together in one place, and together with the North Peak, the four scenes are just enough for a table of mahjong. The journey is not that far. If Clayton Xie goes to Tianning Wanshou, he can stop by Nanhu to put out lanterns. He will definitely not feel tired from traveling.

"But you'll puke..."

Ever since Clayton Xie was hit on the head and woke up after sleeping for two months, he had a problem with frequent vomiting, which was more difficult than being pregnant in ten months. The medical officers couldn't explain why, so they could only comfort Clayton Xie. This kind of thing has happened since ancient times. Just spit it out and it will be fine.

Clayton Xie didn't know whether he could vomit easily, but it was true that he got used to vomiting as soon as he vomited.

Wiping the corners of his mouth and enduring the bitter taste, he became a good man again, which did not affect Clayton Xie from continuing to eat, drink and commit crimes.

"This is my mother's order. I must pick it up in person on time." Clayton Xie said this without letting up. "My mother must have deep intentions behind her actions."

The old man at home also understands this truth. Sometimes love has far-reaching consequences, and it is true that we cannot avoid the big torture in the future just because we have to avoid the small hardships in front of us.

But, but, if you miss the time to get the Sky Stone, what can you miss?

Clayton Xie didn't know the answer and didn't care. He just wanted to find an excuse to go out: "Maybe if I go get the sky stone, I'll be cured without taking the medicine?"

The old man always had faith in his heart. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it made sense, so he agreed.

The day after bidding farewell to his imaginary well-fed cousin, Clayton Xie ordered someone to hitch a donkey cart and go out.

Yes, donkey cart.

In Daqi, the most popular means of transportation is not horse-drawn carriages, but donkey carts. The reason is simple: the country is short of horses. The vast territory in the north that was most suitable for grazing belonged to the barbarians, and the horses were on the list that the barbarians strictly prohibited from exporting. Even the Daqi army could not gather enough horses, let alone the lives of ordinary people.

Fortunately, the wisdom of the working people is infinite. If a horse cannot do it, just use a donkey. Although a donkey is not as fast as a horse, it is more stable than a horse. Clayton Xie's family does not lack horses, but given his current physical condition, the old man would rather he travel by donkey cart.

The next morning, the donkey cart turned into an ox cart again, fully interpreting the saying "not seeking speed, only seeking comfort."

The old man of the house was afraid that Clayton Xie would not be happy with it, so he vigorously introduced the advantages of the ox-cart from the very beginning: "How many celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties rode ox-carts when they went out? Even Alang had this intention during his lifetime. The carriage is spacious and comfortable, and it is easy to walk. Sit and lie down, lay out a few seats, and enjoy yourself. The windows are also large, which is very convenient for you to see the scenery outside. "

"Why don't you just let others flatter you?" Clayton Xie raised his eyebrows and looked at the blue ox cart with two shafts and two wheels in front of him, unable to find the right words to complain.

"The influence of Cheng Jianyu is not good." The old man coughed.

A shoulder carriage is a sedan chair. Old people in the house are used to talking about old sayings, but Clayton Xie is always catching up with the trend. He will definitely know the current new words even if he doesn't leave home.

It is also true that riding on a shoulder cart can easily cause bad effects. Influenced by the four previous emperors of Daqi, Daqi has always attached great importance to humanities, so much so that it may even give people an impression of being too pedantic. For example, if a minister insists on riding a horse when going to court, a poor family member can also ride a donkey with a little more personality, but they will be despised by others who sit in a sedan chair, and may even be criticized for "replacing people with animals" with righteous words.

Although Clayton Xie wanted to find fault and asked, overuse of human power is cruel, but overuse of animal power is not cruel? As for some of the adults in the court who had a figure that was not inferior to that of his brother-in-law, what did he do in his life to deserve this?

The bullock cart moved steadily and steadily at a speed that was slower than a passerby walking.

Clayton Xie swore on his life that he had finished his cup of tea and the bullock cart had not yet left the door of his house. Lifting the curtain and looking out the window, you can still see the horse head wall above the black tiles of his house in the distance.

Very slowly, very slowly, the ox cart finally turned out of the quiet alley paved with bluestones and walked onto the lively main street.

The place is bustling with people, and the sound of hawking is endless. If he hadn't looked carefully, Clayton Xie would have thought that the ox cart could shrink to an inch and return to Yongji in minutes.

The prosperity of Yongji is unimaginable to those who have never been there, and it is what Clayton Xie misses, so he has been working hard to build Jiangzuo into the second Yongji. But that's like forcing a graceful southern lady to imitate an enthusiastic northern beauty. It's awkward no matter how you look at it.

As a result, in just two months, Clayton Xie's dream came true without doing anything.

The previously uninhabited ghost town seemed to have turned into a bustling street overnight, and the changes were so drastic that they were earth-shaking.

Clayton Xie finally began to feel that something was wrong. There was no way that his brother-in-law's plan to move the capital would become known to the whole country before it was decided, right? If the people don’t know, where did these mushrooming shops come from? This is obviously not a floating business that just wants to do business for a while, but the kind that intends to take root here in the long run.

"What happened during the days I slept?" Clayton Xie murmured to himself.

Dalton Qian, who was walking outside with the bullock cart, chose to become deaf at the right time. He really didn't expect that the sound of the bullock cart was so loud that he couldn't hear what Lang Jun said in the car.

Sishengzi reacted more than Dalton Qian, and began to try to divert Clayton Xie's attention.

Clayton Xie originally just asked casually, but when he saw everyone was so abnormal, he really took it to heart. However, he is very experienced in fighting the enemy, and he clearly knows that it is probably the housekeeper or his mother who has given the hush-hush order. The more he shows that he wants to know, the less likely he is to know. Only by slowly trying to figure it out can he achieve success. great cause.

Before noon, the ox cart finally arrived at the foot of the South Peak.

There are rugged rocks and lush vegetation on the South Peak, but the road leading up and down the mountain is a smooth, wide and wide road built by man. Because there are so many people walking, and if there are many people, there will naturally be a path.

The reason why there are so many people here at Nanfeng is not because Tianning Wanshou attracts many pilgrims, but because this is the location of the largest temple fair in Jiangzuo.

Temple fairs are related activities related to folk commercial and economic exchanges and promotions that rely on temples. The most famous one is the Daxiang Temple Fair in the capital. It is held five times a month and sells everything. It is always bustling with gongs and drums and crowded with people.

Jiangzuo and Yongji have different styles, but they also have their own temple fairs. People from all over the country, whether they are city people or country people, love to come to Nangfeng for entertainment.

As there are more people, the roads will naturally be built better and better, and all the surrounding facilities will quickly keep up.

This is the last day of the Ghost Festival holiday, and there must be a temple fair. Even though it is coming to an end, it is still crowded with people from all walks of life. The most popular items are ingot candles and incense bags.

Clayton Xie is a lively person, and even if his current physical condition is not ideal, he can still persevere despite his illness.

The people around him were on guard, not because they were afraid of Clayton Xie's health, but because they were afraid that Clayton Xie would hear something he shouldn't hear. It's similar to when Kyoto was broken, the country fell, and even the emperor and ministers came to Jiangzuo and other cowards. talk.

"What a coward." Fang Chaoci read his friend's letter in the carriage and read it out loud unconsciously.

The attendant was stunned and didn't hear clearly, so he came to ask: "What did Alang say?"

"Suddenly, in such a huge China, the one who is at the forefront is actually the eldest princess of the country who is old enough to be everyone's grandmother. What a coward."

The follower heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegant meaning. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Alang doesn't think so?"

Fang Chaoci didn't say anything, he just put the letter from his friend on the small table. Looking at Nanfeng, which was right in front of him, he thought to himself that the imperial court in Daqi was definitely useless, but it was not because the only one who could fight was the eldest princess of Zhenguo.