The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 47: A monk who doesn’t want to be an abbot is not a good monk

On the second day of the first lunar month, Yunyanhui still has a lot of business in the color shed. The ladies are surrounded by flowers and small animals. The most popular is the flower bear, and the pink flower pig is also good.

With the help of Zhisheng and the others, Yunyan felt much more relaxed when he returned. He sat on the pony in the corner and chatted with Zhisheng.

"How is your book reading?" Yun Yan asked him back.

In the past few years, they have followed Yun Yanhui together and made some money. Under Yun Yanhui's suggestion, Zhisheng began to study. I didn't go to a full-time academy in the beginning, but if you have any questions, you can ask the scholars who live in the temple, and many people will still answer enthusiastically.

Four years ago, an academy was also established in the Daxiangguo Temple. It was a kind of welfare type. Zhisheng went in to study, and then officially returned to the secular and studied hard, preparing for the imperial examinations in the future.

However, Zhisheng has a good mentality. There are only a few people who can pass the test these days, not to mention that he chose the jinshi subject, which is less than fifty jinshi. It is very difficult to pass the test. However, compared to the two older brothers' full of expectations and worrying about gains and losses, Zhisheng's mentality is much better.

At this moment, Zhisheng said: "I also read some questions, and I am going to ask the old gentleman for advice during the festival."

"Come on, I can't help you with this, I have a headache when I read the Four Books and Five Classics." Yun Yan gestured back.

The two chatted for a while, and then they saw a person sneaking in from the color shed, causing the ladies to avoid them. This man didn't know it, he walked to the booth in two steps, turned his legs over, and squatted in front of Yun Yanhui.

"Brother Yan!"

This man is taller than Yun Yanhui, and Yun Yanhui is sitting in the corner. He squatted in front of him, feeling a little oppressive.

"Hey, what's it called? I'll give you money with the year." Yun Yan leaned back lazily and said.

"Uncle, happy new year." This man shouted with a smile, it was Yun Yanhui's cousin Zheng Ling.

This kid is about to be crowned this year. It took a few years before Yunyan returned to the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival to draw a picture, and it also caused a certain sensation in the painting world-speaking of the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival, After several years of development, it has also become a major feature of Kaifeng, famous all over the world, and visitors from other places actually participate.

Now, Zheng Ping is working on Kesi. It's a big project, but it will definitely be a blockbuster after it's completed. Because Zheng Ping was with Fu Yunfeng, she gradually got rid of her past pain. As soon as she was in a good mood, her body felt better, and she was able to continue kesi.

And now she doesn't have to rely on her Kesi to support her family, so this painting is entirely to support the careers of her son and nephew, and to make her own art.

On Zheng Xun's side, I don't know if his thoughts have changed because of Zheng Ling's small achievements. In short, Zheng Ling is temporarily arranged at home in Honglu Temple. He has 20 days of vacation a month, and the remaining ten I'll be back in the daytime, and in my spare time I'm either painting or playing.

Yunyan was happy to hear it back, she took out a string of copper coins strung with red threads from her arms, a total of 100 coins, and handed them to Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling happily accepted.

This is almost the same as modern New Year's money, but the rules are different. In some places in modern times, people who are not married can receive red envelopes. If they are married, they should send them to others. In some places, they cannot receive red envelopes when they are adults. Some are generally in the hundreds or thousands, while others only give a small amount of packages.

As for Bianjing, you can accept it, but it will be sent according to the age of the other party. For example, if the other party is ten years old, ten copper coins will be given out, which is why it is called "sui-nian" money, and it will be distributed with age.

There are exceptions. Like Yun Yanhui, who doesn't give the actual age, but gives 100 copper coins, is actually wishing Zheng Ling a long life to be 100 years old.

Zheng Ling also came back from a New Year's visit, and came to sit after passing by.

Nowadays, there are actually many ways to greet the New Year. It is popular to send "cards". After all, it is snowy and slippery in winter, and it is very troublesome to go home. You can also send your children away, just like Zheng Ling, go out to pay New Year's greetings.

Yun Yanhui had an appointment with him for a few days. He was not busy there, so he came to stay at home for two days.

The Zheng family turns one eye away from Zheng Ling's interactions with this side. He wants to sleep there. As long as it doesn't happen frequently, he won't talk much, but he won't interfere, and he won't help prepare gifts. What.

Zheng Ling still threw two games here, didn't spend any money, didn't make a thump, and then left in anger.

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After Zheng Ling left, one afternoon, as Yun Yan had expected, all the flowers and animals were gone, so he packed up and went home. He first sent the three Chisheng brothers to their yard, and then went back by himself.

Shuang Yi was cooking, and she could be considered ruthless. She knew that she could only go out to play when she made a dish, so she vowed to make a big dish in the afternoon, and she was packing the fish, saying that it was to make a steamed apricot .

Yunyan stood back at the kitchen door, leaning against the door frame to see that Shuangyi was watching the fire, while Zheng Ping gestured to him, "It's all such a big fish."

Yunyan looked back, "Oh, it's not even the size of a palm, did you pick it up at the fish market?"

Shuang Yi looked in pain, "I really can't handle the big fish..."

Obviously, he picked up a sword, like an arm and a finger, but he was helpless in the face of the carp, and finally had to choose a smaller fish to control it. As a result, steamed carp also became steamed baby fish.

Xiao Bao also leaned over and put his chin on Yun Yanhui's shoulder from behind, "Brother, let's go to Master's tomorrow together."

Yun Yanhui panicked, "Your chin is a little sharp."

Ping Zheng said, "Why is your chin pointed? Eat more meat tonight!"

Little Treasure tilted her face a bit and put it on her cheek, "Why, mother, it's Brother Yan who is afraid of pain, but it's just the jawbone."

Yunyan rolled her eyes, "Okay okay, mother, then you can prepare some gifts for me tomorrow, and I'll go to the Zen master to pay New Year's greetings."

Understanding that she is Xiaobao's master, and she is like a master with him, Zheng Ping knows no more, and nodded hurriedly, "I prepared it early, and I even gave Zen Master a sutra cover."

Not long after, when it was time to eat, everyone was on the table. Zheng Ping brought out the dishes she had made, and then waited for Shuangyi's savory dishes and steamed fish.

Shuang Yi brought the soup bowl with both hands and placed it in the middle of the dining table. There was a lid on the soup bowl for heat preservation.

Fu Yunfeng showed an encouraging smile, "Yiniang is cooking, this is the first time I have eaten, so I can eat more."

Everyone else looked weird. Before Fu Yunfeng knew Ping Zheng, Shuang Yi was banned from cooking because the cooking was so disastrous. Of course, after a few years, maybe some improvement?

Shuang Yi lifted the lid embarrassedly, "It doesn't seem to be doing well."

As soon as the lid was lifted, a smell of fish wafted out, which lifted everyone's spirits and smiled. Immediately, the lid was completely opened, revealing the milky white fish soup, as well as the fish juveniles floating on the soup noodles strangely, and some were still turning their stomachs...

Everyone: "???"

Yun Yanhui sucked in a breath of cold air.

Xiaobao pointed at the fish in disbelief, "Sister, why are they floating!"

Shuang Yi: "Yes, maybe there is more soup?"

Zheng Ping murmured: "I have learned to cook since I was five years old, and I have never seen such a strange situation."

Then everyone looked at Fu Yunfeng in unison.

Fu Yunfeng: "..."

He had just said that he wanted to eat more, and now he wanted to die very much, so he said, "It still smells good, maybe it tastes good, let's try it..."

Who wants to be with you and us.

Xiaobao said quickly: "You can't eat this indiscriminately. Who knows what harm it will do to the body. Uncle Fu is careful that his 20 years of skill will be destroyed in one fell swoop."

Fu Yunfeng: "..."

Yun Yanhui was amazed, "Seriously, this dish deserves a new name, steamed fish is not enough to describe it. I think it should be called 'Bianhe Floating Corpse', look at these fish, They are filled with the breath of death."

The cooked fish, floating on the soup surface, is also terrible. The image of the name made everyone nod involuntarily.

Shuang Yi held her head in frustration, "I just said I won't, I don't even know which step went wrong."

Such a bowl of fish soup, even if it is fragrant, no one dares to eat it. In the end, Zheng Ping had no choice but to comfort Shuangyi, let's learn from the white case, it should be better to make pasta and cakes.

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The next day, on the third day of the first lunar month, Yun Yanhui and Xiaobao brought the New Year's gift to Liran to pay New Year's greetings.

It is clear that the New Year's flavor is not so strong here, and he is closing the door to thank guests for copying the scriptures.

Seeing that the disciples were coming, Lingjian told them to sit down and order tea.

Yun Yanhui actually finds it a bit strange, because he told Lingran Bai that he meant to come later for New Year's greetings in his early years. Xiaobao has been practicing with Lingran now, but he sent back the news that he would come today. . He didn't say anything in front of Zheng Ping at that time, but he actually had doubts in his heart.

Knowingly chatted with them a few words, and then went to the main topic. He touched the teacup and pondered for a moment: "On the first day of the first year, the abbot talked with the elders. The meaning of what he said was... he wants to leave the hospital." /

Yunyan raised her eyebrows, "Abbot is planning to retreat?"

Of course, the post of abbot is not for life, and there is a day to retire, but it is not called retirement, but retirement. After leaving office, he can be called a retired monk, and he is still respected by the whole temple, and his treatment is still very high.

Thinking about it this way, the abbot is also getting older. Indeed, in recent years, he has revealed that there are too many chores, and he wants to sit quietly in meditation.

Understandly nodded, and said: "The abbot wants me to take over."

"It's not surprising, we're in the same line." Even if the abbot and Liran didn't have a good relationship before, what Yun Yanhui has done in the past few years has tied them together. The abbot trusted Yun Yanhui, Yun Yanhui helped him generate income, and at the same time, Yun Yanhui understood half of his disciples. And knowing that his character is also excellent, no one in He Temple will be dissatisfied with choosing him.

Knowing but feeling a little disappointed, "I originally wanted to recite scriptures and practice meditation, but then I remembered that if I want to change the status quo, maybe I will have a chance to become an abbot..."

Yunyan returns to Muran. Now that monks are secularized, it is not easy to improve the moral quality of monks. However, it is always good to have ideals.

After a while, Yun Yan replied, "You ask me if I support it, I will definitely support it. A monk who doesn't want to be an abbot is not a good monk..." Halfway through he said, the expression on his face was not quite right, and he coughed. With a bang, he quickly changed his tune and said, "Now the temple looks around, and only you can take on this important task."

"Amitabha." I read the Buddha clearly.

Yunyan heard back, this is probably agreed. It is estimated that after the festival, everyone reaches a consensus, and the abbot will officially announce it.

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After leaving the Zen Temple, Yun Yanhui suddenly sat down in the snow.

Xiaobao looked at him in astonishment, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Yunyan scratched her head back, "Wake up, do you really think your master is here to ask me my opinion? I'm afraid that after taking the position, the atmosphere in the temple will be rectified, and I'm not allowed to inform or help the monks in advance!"