Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 561: The world is worth it

This family naturally belongs to the common people compared to the dignitaries, but after all, it is close to the imperial city. Even the seemingly unseemly house deep in the alley is valuable, so the life is actually pretty good. It's quite substantial.

The back door is the kitchen. Ji Yuan followed the couple into the house. The pot with the lid on the stove was sizzling, and a faint aroma of porridge and rice overflowed, mixing with the stove. Not all the smoke on the stage was discharged into the chimney, making the world full of fireworks.

"Haha, sir, you must be very cold now. Why don't you sit in front of the stove and grill yourself over the charcoal fire?"

The man suggested this, and Ji Yuan naturally nodded in agreement and said "Thank you!" After that, he walked to the stove and sat on a small wooden stool, his face turned red by the remaining charcoal fire in the stove.

"Sir, please sit down first while we clean up. Let's get Bao up."

"Hey."

Watching his wife enter the front hall, the man arranged the small kitchen table, put the benches and stools in place, and scooped out some pickled vegetables from the jar on one side. When the vegetable jar was opened, he smelled Smelling the sour aroma that is also full of pyrotechnics, I can't help but salivate in my mouth.

When the hostess of the household appeared with a sleepy child, the male host just opened the lid of the pot on the stove. A burst of steam rose and brought a burst of heat. Ji Yuan sat on the stove and went there. After taking a look, it was white porridge with a moderate consistency inside.

"Dad."

"Well, are you up? Wash your face and prepare to eat porridge. This gentleman is a guest at home. Say hello."

As soon as the child saw Ji Yuan's attire, he immediately sobered up and bowed with a little restraint.

"Hello, sir!"

"Yeah."

When Ji Yuan responded, several large bowls of porridge had been placed in front of the table. The male host warmly greeted Ji Yuan to come over and eat porridge. Ji Yuan had a lot of etiquette and was not ambiguous when it was time to eat. He just marinated it. The vegetables were eaten with great pleasure, and the slurping made everyone who watched them feel very appetizing.

It was very interesting for the children to watch Ji Yuan eating porridge, and he was also eating very enthusiastically. The hostess of the house looked at her husband, and there was eye contact between them. The scholar was eating differently, and he seemed to be very hungry. , the speed of eating is also fast, but the appearance of eating is still not ugly.

This pot of porridge is originally for a family of three. Although it will definitely be cooked a little more, it will not be too much. The child must be fed, and there is an additional factor. It can only be male or female. The master eats less. The male master usually eats three bowls of porridge, but he only ate one bowl today and added a little more.

Of course Ji Yuan knew how much was in the pot, but he didn't say anything. He quickly ate a bowl of porridge. By the second bowl, there was more chatter at the dinner table.

The main topic of this family is still their children. Facing Ji Yuan, a scholar, they talk about their children's intelligence and their external expectations. This is the mentality of ordinary parents who hope that their children will succeed, and they also provide what they can provide. The best conditions, such as going to a private school, and considering the career of the child.

After talking about this topic for a while, Yin Zhaoxian, the descendant of Wenquxing, was inevitably mentioned, and Ji Yuan couldn't help but talk about it.

"Ji heard that Mr. Yin was in poor health and came all the way to Beijing to visit him. Hey, I wonder how Mr. Yin is doing?"

Ji Yuan's words were not a direct inquiry, but more like the sigh of a scholar who admired Yin Zhaoxian after a meal.

This statement obviously resonated with the couple.

"Hey, Mr. Yin has been worried about the people all over the world these years, and his condition has not improved for a long time. None of us ordinary people want anything to happen to Mr. Yin, but we are not doctors, so we can only ask God not to take Mr. Yin away. ."

"My master said that Mr. Yin must have been killed by traitorous officials in the court. Those old officials were the worst at seeing Mr. Yin healed."

The child who was eating porridge in the heat also chimed in. Ji Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away a piece of dust on the child's forehead, and then said.

"Well, but if you don't want your wife to have any problems, then you, a child, shouldn't talk nonsense like this."

The child scratched his head in confusion, but his parents repeatedly said "yes" and warned the child not to talk nonsense.

After briefly chatting with the family for a while, Ji Yuan had a clearer judgment on Yin Zhaoxian's status in the hearts of ordinary people. The child's wife could say so directly. Either the wife himself was a little stupid, or he was Really outraged.

After that, Ji Yuan didn't talk much about the Yin family, but just chatted with them about their daily life. After the meal, he was ready to say goodbye and leave. He didn't deliberately go to the front door, but planned to leave through the back door.

Although they only had a brief contact, the family felt that Mr. Ji was knowledgeable and well-spoken. He was definitely not an ordinary person. He might be the kind of hermit figure in the rumors, so they received him more enthusiastically, even using the title On the honorific.

It was still raining heavily outside. When Ji Yuan walked to the back door, the hostess specially found an umbrella.

"Sir, it's raining outside. Since you don't plan to sit for a while, just take this umbrella with you!"

"Yes, Mr. Ji, bring an umbrella."

The male host took the umbrella and handed it to Ji Yuan, but the latter declined and turned to look at the rain outside the eaves of the back door.

"It's raining in the middle of the night, maybe..."

Before I finished speaking, the raindrops outside had become increasingly sparse, and the puddles on the cobblestone road in the alley gradually disappeared from the raindrops.

"Haha, look, the rain has stopped. Thank you for the hospitality. Ji is leaving!"

Ji Yuan laughed, turned around and saluted, and stepped out into the alley. The couple was stunned for a moment, but returned the salute after recovering and watched Ji Yuan leave.

"Oops! Mr. Ji's clothes are still wet, they should have been dried just now!"

“Oh, yes, I forgot about this!”

The host and hostess regretted that it was rare to meet such a real scholar who looked like a real scholar, so they should make more friends. Maybe one day their children would be able to rely on him while studying.

Hearing what his parents said, the child sitting next to the door frame was confused.

"Are Mr. Ji's clothes wet?"

This child was also very interested in Ji Yuan just now. He clearly remembered that the older man's clothes were not wet at all. However, the parents did not pay attention to the child's words. They just sighed and went back to the house.

When the sound of closing the door was heard from behind, Ji Yuan in the distance in the alley paused again. He looked back at the house, smiled and shook his head before continuing to leave.

Human nature is complex, but also simple. Ji Yuan is actually quite interesting. As a man who is almost recognized as a virtuous person within a certain range, his mood changes because of such a trivial and pyrotechnic thing. To get better, maybe this is because the world is worth it.

About a quarter of an hour after Ji Yuan left, the children of that family got dressed again and were ready to go to school. The hostess knelt down to tidy up her son's clothes and warned him to be careful on the way there. As he sat there, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Then he focused his eyes on the child's forehead and finally discovered what was wrong.

"Master, master, come and see!"

"Ah? What's going on?"

The man walked from inside to the front door and looked at the mother and son in confusion. He saw a look of surprise on his wife's face.

"Oh, come and take a look at our son's forehead. Look, the black birthmark is gone!"

"What?"

The man was surprised and knelt down to take a look. He reached out and spread his son's bangs further. He saw that the ugly black birthmark on the forehead that was originally covered by the bangs was indeed gone.

"It's really gone! It's really gone! This..."

"Take Po to see the doctor?"

"Of course, of course! I still have to do fortune telling. After all, my face has changed, but the birthmark is gone. It should be a good thing, right?"

Although the couple looked confused, they could not hide their joy. In this society, face is always important. Not only is it important in daily life, but if you want to be promoted, face is even more important, especially when studying and becoming an official.

……

Rong'an Street looked very fresh after the early morning rain, and the door of the Yin Mansion was opened early. In addition to the busy servants of the Yin Mansion, in one of the courtyards, Yin Zhongzheng, who was wearing a martial arts uniform, was boxing alone.

Yin Zhong's moves are precise and precise, but his punches and kicks are extremely powerful. He can often create a wave of wind in his sleeves with a random strike, and even make bursts of muffled sounds, which actually makes the atmosphere in the courtyard flow. , the servants who served him only dared to stand close to the corridor. Even though they knew that the second young master would not hurt anyone, they did not dare to get too close, and they felt pressured to breathe.

Yin Qing was passing by the corridor holding an old bamboo slip. A gust of wind swept over him, blowing his hair up. Looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com He paused and looked up, seeing his brother's fists and kicks. The number of roads, I couldn’t help but say the previous sentence.

"Hu'er, although I don't understand martial arts, I know that those who are skilled in martial arts pay attention to freedom of movement. If you use your fists and kicks like this, don't you have no power of change?"

Yin Zhong kept punching his hands, not caring whether he would be discouraged by speaking at this moment, and answered loudly.

"Brother, my punch is very powerful, and the force left in my body is at least 20%. Brother, don't think that my moves are fierce, but they are actually both strong and soft."

Yin Qing hasn't cared about Yin Zhong's martial arts for a long time, but seeing Yin Zhong's attitude, he also believed that his brother could figure it out. However, he did not speak directly, but took a few stones nearby and placed them on At the critical moment when Yin Zhong was punching and kicking, he casually threw it at him.

Obviously he doesn't understand martial arts, but Yin Qingshi is not only accurate, but also has a "fatal" landing point. When Yin Zhong used all his fists, he twisted his body, his waist was like a big dragon, his hands and feet were like waving claws and tail.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

A few stones were directly smashed into pieces. Just when Yin Zhongzhen was about to smile and talk to his brother, there was another sound of breaking the air. After he narrowly avoided it, a stone flew past his forehead. But Yin Qing obviously didn't move at this time.

The next moment, Yin Zhong stepped **** the ground, shaking up a few stones, and then kicked his leg.

"Swish, swish..."

Three stones were shot diagonally to a high place on one side, and Yin Zhong shouted loudly at the same time.

"Who?"

No other servants reacted. Only the Yin brothers looked in the direction where the pebbles were flying. A piece of white swayed left and right and landed on the eaves next to it. It was a white man holding a pebble. The paper bird, with its two small wings raised high, seemed to be about to drop the pebbles it was holding, but it froze because of Yin Zhong's reaction and the eyes of the two brothers.