Chapter 51 River Goddess?
The good guy was trembling with anger at the old farmer's words: "Your place is not close to Kyoto. Your farmland is second-class farmland at best. You are cheating people so blatantly, you still have the nerve to say it is for Mrs. Yongchang Hou’s face?”
The old farmer said nothing, put his hoe to the side, and sat down on the ground, showing that he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
"Brother, how about changing places?" Li Mingde was speechless.
Is silver planted in this farmland, or gold buried?
How dare this old farmer open his mouth like a lion!
Su Xuanming, who was slightly stunned, was awakened by Li Mingde. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Buy! Let's go and sign the contract now!"
"Brother!"
" Su Dalang!"
Su Xuanming smiled and explained to the brothers and the troublemakers: "My mother-in-law said yesterday that if you can't rent it, then buy it."
As soon as these words came out, the old farmer looked at Su Xuanming frequently and murmured in his mouth: "Is Mrs. Hou really a deity descended from the earth? She can predict events like a god!"
The mouth of the good guy can be opened almost as much as After stuffing an egg in his mouth, he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva , his throat seemed to be dry: "My dear mother, why don't you two act together? Are there really people who can figure out all the tricks?!"
Su Xuanming doesn't care what others think, anyway, his mother-in-law has pointed out There is a clear path, why not follow this path?
The weather was always gloomy, and it did not rain until Su Xuanming and the old farmer returned to Kyoto to make a contract.
When the busybody returned to the familiar street market, he was immediately surrounded by crowds.
"Song Da, have you followed to the end? Just now the boatman said that the Four Mile Bridge collapsed, but is it true? So evil?"
"Song Da, I just saw Su Dalang and a farmer going to the government office, but Something happened ?”
“Song Da...”
Faced with the neighbors who either knew or didn’t know each other and asked a lot of questions, the troublemaker Song Da stepped on the stool. Clear your throat.
"Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! Wait until I have a sip of tea and then talk to you in detail."
As soon as Song Dak sat down, he was invited to the teahouse by the waiter of Fuquan Teahouse: "Songda, our boss said that a good horse has a good saddle. You have worked hard, why don't you go to Fuquan Teahouse to drink tea and eat some snacks?"
< br>After saying that, the waiter stuffed a small silver nugget into Song Da's hand without leaving any trace.
Song Da weighed it, with a smile on his face, he walked towards Fuquan Teahouse.
The royal storyteller of Fuquan Tea House reluctantly gave up his seat and sat down angrily, listening to Song Da's gossip.
Song Da: "We followed the Huimin River all the way to the west. When we were approaching the Sili Bridge, we saw the Sili Bridge collapsed with our own eyes. Su Dalang laughed and said that this was exactly what Mrs. Hou said. place. So I went ashore and found a small courtyard..."
Song Da described it dryly, but because it was first-hand information and it was a hot topic, there were still many spectators.
The storyteller rolled his eyes and mentally drafted the story several times. By the next day, his unique story attracted more customers.
"Mrs. Yongchanghou was originally the incarnation of the river god. She fell into the mortal world and came to overcome the calamity."
"She told Su Dalang that the boat would naturally straighten when it reached the bridge, which seemed to be a form of comfort. The language is actually different "There is a universe."
"When Su Dalang arrived at the Four Mile Bridge according to her guidance, she dropped seventy-seven forty-nine thunderbolts, which instantly shattered the Four Mile Bridge that had stood for hundreds of years. ! ”
"Su Dalang's way was blocked, so he climbed ashore. In the mist, he saw an old farmer with white beard handing over the land deed with his hands."
At that time, the people believed in Buddhism and believed in these gods and ghosts the most. Things, so I listened with gusto.
Reasonable spectators questioned: "Since Mrs. Hou is the incarnation of the River God, why did she mediocrity in the previous decades?" The storyteller confidently said: "The soul of the River God and the body of a mortal were delayed by Yongchang Hou. A whole ten years. No, it will turn into rain when it encounters a golden dragon!”
Everyone understood and felt that this statement was very reasonable!
Another rugged man with a full beard, whose face could not be seen clearly, asked: "Although the weather was gloomy the day before yesterday, we did not see thunder or lightning."
The storyteller rolled his eyes: "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. We Kyoto There was no thunder, but it was thundering in Jingnan!”
Someone echoed: “Indeed, I heard bursts of muffled sounds that day, which seemed to come from far away.”
The rugged man lowered his head, his eyes deep.
It’s not raining, but I hear muffled thunder. Is it really a thunderstorm, or is it another weapon?
After all, Gu Nanxi, the wife of Marquis Yongchang, is the only daughter of General Gu, the God of War.
When the storyteller was about to leave, another guest in the audience raised questions.
A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with dirty pigtails, wheat-colored skin, and handsome features stood up and asked in non-standard Mandarin.
"Since Mrs. Yongchang Hou is the incarnation of the river god, why not just give the land deed to her son?"
The storyteller unfolded his fan and said mysteriously: "The eminent monks in the Tang Dynasty still need to go through many experiences to obtain the true scriptures. Ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, the River God wants to cultivate his son, but he has to create difficulties even if there are no difficulties!”
The foreign boy's pupils shrank, was that so? !
The eyes of the foreign boy flashed, and he said quietly and firmly to the silent strong man beside him: "I want to go to Yongchanghou Mansion! God has given me guidance! I believe that Mrs. Yongchanghou He is my destined one!”
The rumors about the River Goddess are spreading more and more widely, and even people will ask about the River Goddess during the opening day of Daxiangguo Temple this month.
Gu Nanxi, who lived in the Hou Mansion, could not catch Su Xuanming and Su Yunting day by day. Even Su Yunyan, who used to come to the main courtyard to check in every day, was busy cleaning up the shop and had to wait for several days. None of them have come.
"Lu Mei, you said... well, forget it." Gu Nanxi wondered whether he should help Su Xuanming find a place.
Then I thought about it and realized that I was not as familiar with Kyoto as some of them.
Gu Nanxi silently took out a few banknotes from the money box. If Su Xuanming really had no choice, then she should provide more support.
"Master, there are rumors in Kyoto..." Lumei hesitated, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.
Gu Nanxi’s temples jumped. The rumors in Kyoto were really crazy.
Thinking about the incident with her lover last time, Gu Nanxi’s embarrassment syndrome returned again!
"Lu Mei, rumors stop with the wise!" Thinking of what the young emperor said, the rumors started in the Yongchang Hou Mansion, Gu Nanxi once again said to the servants around her, "Don't talk nonsense everywhere!"
Waiting for Green When Mei came out of the house, she was surrounded by the servants in the mansion: "Sister Lu Mei, what do you mean, master?"
Lu Mei: "Rumors stop with wise men. From Daxiangguo Temple When the wise Master Huiming was asked about the River God by a believer the other day, he said that all things have spirits. The implication is that the master is the River God! "
Lu Mei looked around with warning eyes. : "Master has told us all these important matters! We must not talk nonsense! Do you understand?"
"I understand! Don't worry, Sister Lumei!"
That afternoon, a piece of news spread quickly.
It’s real! Mrs. Yongchanghou personally admitted that she was the River God!
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