The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Yun Yan and Zheng Ling came back not long after they went there. Zheng Xun didn't have time to worry, so when he saw them, he was naturally a little surprised.

Zheng Ling felt a little exasperated, took the cloth bag out of his arms and unfolded it to Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun recognized the hairpin, and he was relieved. He didn't expect them to get the hairpin back in such a short time.

"Really...it's work." After talking with the officials, Zheng Xun already knew the twists and turns, and raised his hand to bow back to Yunyan.

Yun Yan flashed back, avoiding the ceremony, and said indifferently, "Don't dare."

He went to get the hairpin, and he inherited Zheng Ling's affection. Naturally, he didn't need Zheng Xun to thank him.

Zheng Xun was a little embarrassed and stood up.

"Since it's up here, I'm going to continue working. Everyone, don't accompany you." Yun Yan greeted him back and left.

Zheng Xun's father and son brought the hairpin back intact, which naturally caused a change in the empress. First he was very happy, and then he scolded them for being insulted and humiliating, but now they are called for help. The child also tried his best and pressed Don't mention it.

Yun Yan returned to work with people for a long time, and then took over and went back.

Zheng Ping is busy at home, and the other two children are not at home. She put a woven sieve on the veranda to expose the spring that is harvested today. Seeing Yun Yan returning, he raised his hand to greet him.

Yun Yan jumped back two steps, climbed up, and helped Zheng Ping get the sun together.

The people of Bianliang are called Chun Bu Lao, and in some places they are called Xue Cai and Xue Li Hong, which can be viewed and eaten.

"Mother, let's stir up a spring feast tonight." Yun Yan said back.

"Yeah." Zheng Ping looked at Yun Yanhui and said seriously, "Brother Yan, are you unhappy today?"

Yun Yan froze for a moment, and subconsciously denied it, "No..."

He was wondering how Zheng Ping knew about it. He shouldn't have such an image. Even if I feel a little unhappy because of the Zheng family today, it is unlikely to be so obvious.

Zheng Ping: "Today is the Buddha Bathing Festival, but in every festival, someone will definitely invite you out to play. You have entered the management office, and most of you will be invited. If you don't, there are two situations: something at home or something in your heart."

Yun Yan returned to shame. He really didn't expect Zheng Ping to observe so carefully. When he thought about it, it was really like this. Although he manages his expression well, his behavior is uncontrollable.

Yun Yanhui didn't want to tell Zheng Ping about this. It was different from Zheng Ling's existence. If he said that he was treated like Zheng's family, it would only make Zheng Ping unhappy.

So Yun Yan told a little lie back, "It's nothing, even today there are gangsters making trouble again, and they are a little tired."

Zheng Ping touched his head, "Brother Yan, don't be too tired."

"I know, so didn't I come back to rest?" Yun Yan smiled back, seeing that Zheng Ping had no doubts, and he was relieved.

Yun Yan originally planned to rest at home for a long time to adjust his mood. Who knows, he doesn't want to find something, he has to find something, and Hui Chong came in the afternoon.

The door was closed, and Hui Chong stood on the veranda and looked into the window. Who knew that his ankle was suddenly hugged by a pair of paws, and he screamed in fright. If there is hair, it must be upright.

Looking back, it turned out to be Yun Beibei's claws.

This guy has grown up now. Although he can't climb the balcony, he can grab a part of the balcony by getting up and climbing twice.

Yun Beibei was heavy again, and Hui Chong had to sit down, "Ouch, you let me go!"

Beibe twisted a few times.

Hui Chong had to take out a piece of dried meat from his arms, hand it to Beibei's mouth, and whispered, "This is what I am going to eat secretly by myself..."

Beibei grabbed the dried meat, released Hui Chong, and sat down on the ground, holding the dried meat and gnawed away.

"It's really a gangster too..." Hui Chong said. When he turned his head, he saw that the window was open and he didn't know when the window was opened. Ge Yan was lying on the windowsill looking at him. He was taken aback and almost rolled off.

"Brother Yan, why don't you say anything!"

"Brother, what are you doing?" Yun Yanhui turned out from the window and asked him while sitting on the terrace.

"Brother Yan, we've been copied." Hui Chong said, "There are people from the roads in the East Corner Tower, who are junglers. It's a Yunshui monk who doesn't know where he came from. According to our book, there are still people. They are the monks in our monastery, come and ask me, I just know."

The so-called Yunshui monks are monks who travel around and study the Fa, which shows that those monks are from other places.

As for Luqiren and jungler, it means one thing. At this time, the more capable performers are performing in the Washer Goulan, while the second-class performers casually perform at a fork in the road or in a wide area. There is no stage and they belong to a street stall. If there are too many people, they may be taken to the Kaifeng Mansion. Drive away. They are called Luqi people, and Luqi is the inversion of the word forked road, which refers to the forked road.

And this kind of behavior is called "jungling wild", just like the later Beijing city called "lugging the land". At that time, there were a lot of throwing art in Tianqiao, and according to the words at this time, they were all stray people.

Yun Yan felt a little surprised. "The monks who'selling art' should be in our temple these days. These people are both monks and come from other places. Either they are junglers for the first time, otherwise it is impossible not to understand the rules..."

Every artist knows that you can "borrow" someone else's book and change it for your own use. In this era, there is no copyright. It is all up to everyone's conscience. And copying this behavior in its entirety is spurned by the public.

And there is another possibility...

"Either, they are deliberately trying to misunderstand people and make people think that they are monks from Daxiangguo Temple in order to gather popularity."

"I think so too!" Hui Chong looked very unhappy. "Now the brothers are very dissatisfied, and they all want to go to them. I stopped them and want to ask you first."

Hui Chong said that when other seniors went to look for those people, they would definitely not be simply looking for them. I'm afraid they were looking for something.

Yun Yan went back to ponder for a moment, "Go, don't go, you and me, then call two senior brothers, let's salute and then fight, and ask what is going on before we talk about it."

Hui Chong nodded and said, "I will bring the stick!"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Since he inspired everyone that the stick can be used as a weapon when it is disassembled, these one or two seem to be used as a monk. How about taking the stick to defend yourself when you go out without problems?

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Yun Yan stopped the indignant Hui Chong from taking the Zen stick, called two senior brothers, and went to the East Corner Tower.

The East Corner Tower is an abbreviation for the southeast corner of the Imperial City. The streets and lanes here sell jewels, silks and satin, as well as food. Those Luqi people are playing wild in the "food street".

When you get to the left, far away, you can see a circle of people around. Hui Chong pointed, "That's it."

Performing in the street, this is Yun Yanhui's memory of the ancient arena artist's mode of performing arts, unlike now, in the wash house is the mainstream, and the technology is better. This is probably because a few years later, because the government forcibly dismantled it, the artists in the washhouse were also living on the streets, and the two were mixed together.

Yun Yan squeezed in and saw that there were two monks talking about the Buddhist scriptures. They were both young and in their twenties. They were wearing semi-old monk clothes and stubble on their heads. They were both thin and tall. Looks like it looks a bit desolate. There was also a younger monk sitting beside him, about eighteen or nineteen years old, sitting on his suitcase and not participating in the performance.

When I heard what they said again, they completely copied the performance of the monks from Daxiangguo Temple!

This complete copy is really copied from every word to a pause in the tone. Except for the different voice, it's just like the vulgar monk himself is speaking. I copied the mature performance directly, it is no wonder that so many people can be gathered, and they are mistaken for the monks of Daxiangguo Temple.

These two monks are indeed equipped with special skills!

Behind him, Hui Chong also squeezed into the crowd, and asked Yun Yan back: "Let's get together now..."

Yun Yan shook his head back, "Listen first."

Hui Chong listened carefully to what the two said. After listening to a paragraph, his expression changed a little. It just so happened that after they finished a paragraph, they changed a story, and their tone and tactics changed again.

"...My mother." Hui Chong completely confirmed that this is imitating the pair of buddies in their temple!

Moreover, each pair is generally the same and vivid!

It was at this time that the two Luqi people's eyes swept across Hui Chong, and they were attracted by his monk's clothes, and then looked at his face. The two of them glanced at each other, and they speeded up the rhythm tacitly and ended this. After a while, I started collecting money and stopped talking about it.

Since they didn't say anything, the people of course gradually dispersed. Soon, they and Yun Yan were left in the same place.

Since their memory is superb, it shouldn't be strange to recognize Hui Chong when he sees Hui Chong's face, maybe they will imitate Hui Chong.

Yun Yan looked back at the two of them coming forward, clasping their hands together in salute, and chanting in return, "Brothers, dare to ask the name of the Dharma? I wonder where did you come from?"

One person said ashamed: "Little monk and wisdom, this is wisdom, as well as intellectual students. The three of our brothers and sisters travel around the world, and they are not listed in any temple. I copied the script of your temple, ashamed, ashamed."

He actually took the initiative to raise the issue of his plagiarism, and his expression was very sincere.

Although this is the rules of the world, there have always been many rogues who do not follow the rules and pretend to be foolish.

Even if Hui Chong looked at it angrily, he couldn't help but relax a little, and asked, "You are also a man of reason. Since you know you are ashamed, why do you want to do it?"

Zhihe sighed: "Don’t hide the truth from this brother, my brother Zhisheng just got a serious illness when he arrived in Bianliang, but we don’t have any money, we are unfamiliar with the place of life, there is no way to ask for help, but we have no choice but to come up with this. , It's easy to buy medicine to cure illness."

The people at Daxiangguo Temple took a closer look and found that the young man named Zhisheng had a sallow complexion, and the posture of sitting on his suitcase was really weak.

Zhili also said: "I wanted to say that he should be cured for two days, but he would not be well after eating for two days. In order to save money these days, we have all been sleeping on the streets and borrowing places. Boil medicine."

"Maybe his illness is just to recuperate, sleeping on the streets and doing art activities, how can he raise it well!" When Hui Chong heard that they were so pitiful, they only cared for the younger brothers, showing deep love, so sympathy gradually grew.

Yun Yan turned his sleeves back and looked at it, but gradually realized something was wrong, but said calmly, "In that case, let's find a place to cover the wind and talk slowly. Please be considerate of the brother Zhisheng. There is a home over there. Panlou Hotel, what do you think?"

Of course Hui Chong said loudly: "Junior Brother, let's go!"

Zhihe also put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is better to be respectful than fate."

Several monks helped them to support Zhisheng, carried their bags, followed Yun Yan back, and entered the hotel with gardenia lanterns.