Great Tang Broom Star: Chapter 864 There is Tao in the heart, there are Taoist temples everywhere

  Chapter 864 If you have the Tao in your heart, there are Taoist temples everywhere

   Mashi stayed there.

   "My son...my son..."

  Cheng Yu asked: "Is there a second Zhang Meng in mathematics?"

  Ma Shi shook his head, "No, but how can my son be valued by nobles?"

This woman... just such a vulgar woman gave birth to such a promising son... Cheng Yu nodded, "I sent someone to inquire about it, and it was Zhang Meng. Mrs. Ma, the minister of the Ministry of Industry cultivated it himself. This is the inheritance. You My son has a great future...Of course the Cheng family can no longer use you, and you don't need to come out to do things anymore...Come here and bring me the gift I prepared."

  The steward sent a small package. After opening it, there were four treasures of the study, all of which were high-end items.

  The Cheng family has been officials for generations, and Cheng Yu was inevitably dumbfounded when he got the news. When Mrs. Ma first came to Cheng's house to work, he had a dispute with those people, saying that his son Zhang Meng was studying mathematics, and that Duke Wuyang liked it so much. At that time, he just smiled.

   I didn't expect that Zhang Meng would come out on top, crushing many people as soon as he became an official... He dared to assert that within five years at most, Zhang Meng would be able to sit on an equal footing with him in terms of rank.

  This kind of person must form a good relationship, and Ma Shi is the best way.

   It is a kind of elegant meaning to send four treasures of study instead of money.

   Zhang Meng must be smart if he can be loved by Duke Jia and valued by Huang Wan. He naturally knows the meaning of giving this gift, and this fate is considered to be forged.

Cheng Yu turned around and went back, and said to the steward who followed: "Mr. Ma, this month's money will be paid to you later. You have brought several children in the family. The gentleman said that you have worked hard and made great achievements. You can come to sit and see how many children you have when you are free in the future. A young gentleman and a young lady."

  Using children as bonds of affection, these methods Cheng Yu uses without a trace of fireworks.

   Ma Shi is in a daze.

  The steward thought she was still in shock, so he left with a smile.

  Qiaoyun stepped forward to bless her, "I've been rude these days, don't blame Madam Ma, I'll have a gift to make amends later..."

  The maids flocked here, what a compliment!

   Mashi woke up suddenly, and shouted ecstatically: "My son! My Dalang has developed! Developed!"

  …

  In the Huangshi restaurant, after noon, the tableware piled up like a mountain, and Zhang Hao kept washing it.

  The guys can rest, chatting in twos and threes.

  The restaurant is the gathering place for all kinds of news, and the gossip is the most.

The two guys talked about it, and one of them shouted at Zhang Hao: "Hey! Zhang Hao, who has the same surname Zhang, has become a great talent favored by the minister of the Ministry of Industry. You often say that your son is a good student. where?"

   Zhang Hao shook his head, his back was sore and unable to move, and he smiled profusely with sweat: "That's fate! My Dalang doesn't have that fate."

The words were right, the two guys looked pale, and one of them sighed: "That Zhang Meng is just a math student, yet he can attract Huang Shilang's attention, saying that he is going to be cultivated, tsk tsk! This fate is really unpredictable. "

Another guy said: "It is said that Junjun Jia also likes this student very much. He is a scholar of heaven and man, and his advice will surely make Zhang Meng completely reborn. This has attracted the attention of Huang Shilang from the Ministry of Industry. good."

  Zhang Hao raised his head slightly, sweat dripped into the big basin, and said with a smile: "You are talking about... Zhang Meng?"

  The buddy nodded, "The Ministry of Households is angry, and they are asking about this everywhere! They say they want to stop the Ministry of Industry from poaching people from mathematics."

  Zhang Hao stood up suddenly, with a click on his waist, and said with piercing eyes: "Dare to ask... the old man wants to ask, is it really Zhang Meng?"

  A guy frowned, "Yes, it's Zhang Meng, why are you so excited?"

  Zhang Hao only felt that the blood all over his body rushed to his face, and he staggered forward as if he was drunk.

   "Old man... the old man's son is called Zhang Meng."

   Both guys laughed.

   "There are quite a few people named Zhang Meng, your son..."

   Zhang Hao turned his head, his cloudy eyes gradually brightened, "The old man's Dalang is studying and doing math."

  The two guys trembled, one went to support him, and the other shouted: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper!"

  The shouts were terrible, and the shopkeeper hurried over, cursing as he ran.

   "Damn Ganni, what's going on?"

  He rushed to the backyard, and when he saw that nothing had happened, he cursed: "It's a ghost!"

  The guy pointed at Zhang Hao and said, "Shopkeeper, Zhang Hao's son is called Zhang Meng!"

   Today, the household department made harsh remarks outside, causing gossip to spread everywhere, and the name Zhang Meng was also widely known.

  The shopkeeper scolded: "Call Zhang Meng too much..."

  He suddenly froze, "You mean..."

   Zhang Hao laughed suddenly, "My son is studying in mathematics, and my son is called Zhang Meng in mathematics."

  Tears flowed wantonly on his smiling face.

  …

   In the afternoon, Zhang Hao came back. He walked slowly into Shengpingfang with a cane and a jug of wine in one hand.

  Today, the neighbors are a little weird, looking at him with strange eyes, and they are all looking at him.

   Zhang Hao looked at all this with a smile, and felt light all over his body, blown away by a gust of wind.

   "Aye!"

  Someone shouted behind him, Zhang Hao turned around, and saw his son Zhang Meng running towards him with a schoolbag on his back.

   "Da Lang!"

  Zhang laughed very happily.

   Zhang Meng approached, suddenly knelt down, hugged his legs and howled.

   "Da Lang!"

  Zhang Hao went to help him, "Da Lang got up and talked."

  Zhang Meng raised his head, "Aye, you and A Niang have suffered a lot these years."

   "Neither bitter nor bitter."

  For the sake of my children, I don’t have to do anything hard.

  Zhang Hao put down the jug to help him, Zhang Meng got up, choked up and said: "Aye, I went to the Ministry of Industry."

  He is not the kind of person who likes to show off, but his parents have been teased and ridiculed by the neighbors all these years, and he has been holding back... Today he naturally wants to make his parents proud.

   "It really is true!"

  Zhang Hao has been worried that it is fake news, and at this moment his mood is agitated, "Da Lang, is it true?"

   "Hi Zhang!"

The little official's father came and said with a smile: "You don't know yet, Huang Shilang from the Ministry of Industry invited Mr. Jia Jun to come forward and asked your Dalang to go to the Ministry of Industry, saying that he would train him himself. Good Zhang, You have suffered so much for half your life, and the good days are coming soon."

   Zhang Hao's heart fell to the ground, and he looked at his son with a very kind look in his eyes, "Da Lang, you are really promising."

  The eyes of those neighbors are not right.

  Envy envy hate, then less hate, more envy...

   "The life of the Zhang family is getting better."

   "Not only is it good, if Zhang Meng can become an official in the future, his family can move to a place closer to the imperial city, and he can also buy servants, tsk tsk! Zhang Hao will no longer have to wash dishes with a cane."

   "Zhang Dalang... When he was young, I felt that this kid would definitely have a future."

  The atmosphere is very hot!

  The father and son returned home slowly, and as soon as they entered the house, they heard Ma Shi's familiar loud voice.

   "I said earlier, my Dalang is deeply loved by Duke Jia in mathematics..."

   "Da Lang likes to read, and I am very happy with him, Aye. If he wants to read until he is thirty, he can do it, but who would have thought that he would be favored by a nobleman, hey! You can tell me what to say."

   "Get married? It's nothing, my Dalang is not in a hurry. Someone mentioned it before, and she is the daughter of a noble family, but I think Dalang is still young! What's the rush."

   "Sorrowful! Back all the way back earlier, those people said that Da Lang was promising, and I was so dry and miserable all the way..."

  Zhang Hao smiled wryly, "Your mother has no sense of propriety."

   "I feel fine."

   Zhang Meng smiled slightly.

  …

   "Shang Shu, we must act immediately."

In the duty room, Huang Wan said seriously: "Jia Ping'an teaches new learning in mathematics. I ignored those knowledge, thinking it was just calculation, but it is far more than that. Jia Ping'an is silently waiting for someone to discover the new learning. Good thing...Shang Shu, there is a lot of knowledge about construction in the new school, those students should be born into our engineering department..."

  Yan Liben had a headache, "The old man just listened to the fact that you went to learn to rob people. The Minister of the Ministry of Finance, Dou Dexuan, used to be a royal doctor, and he has the toughest temper. Are you so... worth it?"

   "Value!"

Huang Wan said with piercing eyes: "Shangshu knows that all those students have learned to study things, but when it comes to ship building and other things, they can find the root cause... Shangshu is not floating on the surface, but from the root. The mysteries of shipbuilding, what they call it...mechanics."

  Yan Liben was terrified, "Call that student over, and I will ask him personally."

   Zhang Meng is here.

   "Shang Shu has something to ask you, so please answer."

  Huang Wan looked at the talented person in his picture with those admiring eyes.

   "Do you know the beams..."

   Half an hour later, Yan Liben's roar came from the duty room.

   "Prepare the horse, no, the old man goes to the Ministry of War!"

  Yan Liben began to trot.

  This highly respected boss from the Ministry of Industry ran exceptionally fast.

   Arriving at the Ministry of War, seeing a group of people busy, Yan Liben asked: "Is Jungong Jia here? Xiao Jia! Xiao Jia!"

  Ren Yaxiang was being surrounded by officials talking about something, and he was in a state of desperation... Thinking that Master Jia ran away after seeing him in the morning, he couldn't help being angry, "That guy ran away."

"Ran?"

  Jia Ping'an ran away.

  In the past few days, he threw Bao Dong and Lei Hong out, and asked them to investigate the Koreans in Chang'an, looking for the person behind the assassination.

  The assassin was tortured and confessed, but he insisted that no one ordered it.

  Damn it!

   Is the business doing well, are you stupid enough to assassinate me?

   Jia Pingan felt something was wrong when he heard it.

   But the assassin is already unbearable to be flogged, and it will be over if he uses torture.

   Bao Dong said in the morning that he found one.

   But that person was a civil servant who voluntarily surrendered, so it was difficult to win.

   Jia Pingan thought about it and came up with an idea.

  He went to Qujiang Pond, but Wei Qingyi was not there.

   That girl lives in the practice workshop, but Jia Pingan doesn't know where she lives.

  He searched all the way.

   "Master!"

  An old man basking in the sun opened his hazy eyes, "What's the matter?"

   "Master, do you know that there is a man and a woman in the practice workshop, and the man cheats and abducts and dances to the Great God... is a Taoist who does things."

  The old man blinked, "You mean Fan Ying? That's right, you go forward, then left, then right, then left... Hey! Stop, the old man hasn't finished yet!"

   Jia Pingan asked all the way.

   "Fan Ying? Hey! That man is so good at doing things. He chased away the ghost in my house last time. The ghost is extremely fierce and comes out at night..."

   Jia Pingan continued to move forward with a blank expression.

  When he saw three big characters written on the outside of a family, he knew it was it.

  —Do things!

   The three big characters are well written and very eye-catching.

   "Tsing Yi!"

   Jia Pingan shouted at the top of his voice.

   "Who is it?"

  Fan Ying poked her head out of the room.

   "Mr. Jia?"

  Wei Qingyi sat cross-legged in the room, his eyes calm.

  She slowly got up and put on her shoes, then went out.

   "Mr. Jia."

  This girl looks a little more out of the world.

   "Tsing Yi, are you going to become a monk?"

   Isn't it a pity?

  Wei Qingyi raised his head, his deep eyes were calm and unwavering, "It's the same when you become a monk or at home. What you pursue in your heart is Taoism, and wherever you go, you will see Taoism."

   Tsk tsk!

   This is to see the mountain, not the mountain.

  Like most old fathers, Fan Ying asked vigilantly: "Mr. Jia is here to find this old man?"

   "Shouldn't you be poor?"

  Jia Ping'an felt that this Taoist was doing well in Chang'an City, which could only show one thing: too reserved is not good. As soon as the Taoists in Chang'an City held back, Fan Ying robbed them of a lot of business.

   "The poor old man is always called, to entangle the name, it is not the way!"

  Fan Ying's appearance is quite out of the ordinary, and if she speaks the truth, if she is detached from the world, she will really be fooled by him.

   "Tsing Yi, I need your help with something."

   "What's the matter?" Wei Qingyi's long hair was casually tied on his head.

   "I'm not sure if there is someone who is a murderer, maybe you can see it?"

   "No!" Fan Ying answered first, staring at Jia Pingan, "After reading it, no matter whether it is right or wrong, spreading the word will not do Tsing Yi any good."

  Wei Qingyi looked at Jia Pingan with bright eyes.

   "This is a private matter." Jia Ping'an felt that Fan Ying was thinking too much.

   "Private affairs are not allowed!"

  Fan Ying's gesture of protecting the calf reminded Jia Ping'an of Ah Fu protecting the two human cubs at home.

   "Master, you go in first."

  Fan Ying reluctantly went in.

Wei Qingyi said indifferently: "The matter of facial appearance is half false and half true. A person's life is actually caused by himself. A fierce person has a hostile look on his face. If such people don't know how to restrain themselves, they will die sooner or later without a chance of burial." Earth; a kind-hearted person who does not contend with the world will naturally have a good death..."

  Your words... Jia Pingan's habit of slandering others broke out, "But some good people have their families ruined, why not?"

  Build bridges and pave roads without corpses, murder and set fire to the golden belt!

Wei Qingyi turned his white and tender face slightly, looked at him and said, "That's only a very small number. Vicious people will be unlucky sooner or later, and kind people will be rewarded... This can be seen from words, deeds and appearance. So the so-called A scholar must have sharp five senses and be able to detect this person's aura. Either he is full of hostility, or he has such a peaceful aura from the inside out..."

   So this is physiognomy?

   Jia Ping'an suddenly realized.

   "But someone said what would happen if the eyebrows were like this, and what would happen if the mouth was crooked..."

   For example, eyebrow bridging, gambling and whoring. Jia Ping'an is often worried that his eyebrows will return to the teacher at the center of his eyebrows.

Wei Qingyi smiled slightly, and parted her red lips, "There are a lot of people on Zhongnan Mountain. After I arrived in Chang'an, I liked to wander around, and I saw a lot of people. Those so-called faces...are really nonsensical. The mouth you said There are crooked people in Chang'an City, but they still live and work in peace and contentment; there are also many people with short nose bridges, who are still happy and happy... You can't judge the majority by the few."

  This girl...

   Jia Pingan coughed dryly, "There is someone over there, go and help me."

  Wei Qingyi looked at him, making Master Jia feel guilty.

"good!"

   Later, the two arrived at Yongpingfang.

  Bao Dong and Lei Hong greeted him, and they glanced at Wei Qingyi, only to feel that the girl's eyes seemed to be able to see through people.

"just in front."

  The family in front of them looks pretty good... The upper class of Goryeo who surrendered can keep their belongings, so they still have a good life after arriving in Chang'an.

  Wei Qingyi frowned, "It's easy to identify people when you see them, how do you get in?"

  But the door of this family is closed, how can I get in?

   Jia Pingan said casually, "Go and see."

  Wei Qingyi glanced at him, "over the wall?"

  Although this girl has a crystal clear mind and a thorough understanding of personnel affairs, she doesn't know much about many things.

   Bah bah bah!

   Lei Hong beat on the door as soon as he went up.

   "Who is it?"

  The Tang dialect in it is a bit vague.

   "Jinwu Guard, open the door!"

  The door opened, and a servant glanced outside. Lei Hong pulled the beard on his face, "Tell your master to come out, I will have a routine questioning later."

  The servant nodded and bowed in response.

That's it?

  Junjun Jia acted a bit domineering, he bullied these Koreans...he didn't take it seriously.

   Wei Qingyi thought about this matter in his heart, so he said, "Why do you bully them?"

Sister paper, you are too simple... Jia Pingan said: "These people have unpredictable thoughts. They are not common people, but dignitaries. What kind of gentleness do you give to these people? They will only push forward and think that Datang is a fool. Tsing Yi, many At that time, the foreign races were all fearful of power and not afraid of virtue, if you blindly treat yourself with softness, you will only get a painful lesson, and even be backlashed."

So this is ah!

   I was wrong about him.

  Wei Qingyi smiled apologetically.

"coming!"

  Jia Pingan stood in front, blocking Wei Qingyi for a little while, just in time for her to observe who came.

  The visitor is in his forties, and he can see the remaining majesty, but when facing Bao Dong and Lei Hong, he smiles flatteringly.

   This reminded Jia Ping'an of future generations... When the Shenzhou land was sinking, did those officials also flatter and smile at the invaders in the same way?

  Wei Qingyi looked at it for a while, then whispered behind Jia Pingan: "Let's go."

   You have to say it!

   Jia Ping'an whispered, "How? If it's not appropriate, I'll arrest him right away."

  This man is so fierce...Wei Qingyi said: "I only see weakness and anxiety in this man."

have to!

   Those who dare to plan to assassinate Jia Pingan will not be such people.

  He was about to turn around when a Korean man in his early twenties came out from inside. Judging from his clothes, he should be the son of a middle-aged man.

  Jia Pingan turned around, and saw Wei Qingyi, who was close at hand, turned dark and looked behind him.

   This is a rare close-up. Jia Pingan saw a head of black hair, smooth forehead, delicate eyebrows, deep eyes, straight nose bridge and small red lips...

  This girl looks really good!

  The key is the tranquility that seems to be collapsing inward, like a black hole, which makes people want to explore involuntarily.

  I just admire...beauty is meant to be admired.

  Jia Pingan was condescending, looked at it unscrupulously, and gave his sister a score.

  Different from the beauty of skins like Li Jiao, Wei Qingyi's beauty is an alternative beauty that radiates from the inside out.

  It's a pity to be a Taoist priest.

  Jia Ping'an was still sighing, Wei Qingyi turned his eyes to look at him, "There is something wrong with that person."

   Jia Pingan turned around suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the young people who came out after him.

  …

  The last two days of the double monthly pass, ask for a ticket!

  (end of this chapter)