Chapter 231 Poetry Meeting
In autumn, the mountains are cold and the wind blows, and it feels cool.
Many persimmons fell from the tree, most of which were pecked by birds.
Xiangling paid for it with a slight slight effort and said a series of difficult words.
The three-member old turtle pit returned to the old turtle pit.
The three of them walked and ate, and their mouths turned yellow.
Especially Xiangling, her entire little face was stained with yellow. "It's so delicious!" Xiangling was an unambitious person and rubbed her stomach. "Grandma Third must have never eaten such a good one!"
She stood on Meng Yuan's shoulder, and one little claw grabbed Meng Yuan's hair on the temples, bent her body, and the other little claw cleaned the stains on Meng Yuan's mouth.
"This is the return to nature." Dugu Kang walked in front, holding a piece of dead wood as a cane in his hand. "If there is a faint ancient temple, it will add a little more meaning."
"How much does that cost!" Xiangling asked with wide eyes.
"The temple can be big or small, and the money can be spent naturally. "Dugu Kang smiled and said, "According to the differences in sects and concepts, some rely on donations from pilgrims, while others go down the mountain to beg for alms."
Xiangling seemed to understand, and said, "Is begging for alms the money he earned?"
"..." Dugu Kang was stunned and said, "In the past, begging for alms was just asking for a bite of rice and a scoop of water. If a new temple was built, he would be asking for a piece of brick and tiles, and he would never charge money."
"That's weird!" Xiangling tilted her little head for a while and said, "Can you pay for the house by yourself?"
"Of course, it can." Dugu Kang said with a smile. "What kind of money do they make? How do they make money?" Xiangling asked in detail and rubbed her hands, "I want to learn too!"
"You can't learn, they collect land rent." Dugu Kang shook his head and sighed, "The biggest landlord in Ping'an Mansion was Lanruo Temple, and half of the land was from Lanruo Temple. Most of the newly built temples were from Lanruo Temple."
Meng Yuan had talked to Dugu Kang about Lanruo Temple before. At that time, he knew that Lanruo Temple had a lot of property, and most of them were fields, but he didn't expect that Lanruo Temple was once a big landlord of Ping'an Mansion. "So amazing!" Xiangling sighed.
"Later, the land was given up?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile, "Can the things in his mouth still be spit out?"
"This has something to do with donors." Dugu Kang whispered.
"Old Ying Gong?" Meng Yuan immediately understood. "No," Dugu Kang nodded, "Old Yinggong gave the land and divided the land, and his reputation was so great that many people followed him in the three religions. Lanruo Temple also cut a lot of fields, but now it seems that someone will give it to the land. In more than ten years, decades, it will become Lanruo Temple again."
Dugu Kang said it simply and easily, but Meng Yuan heard that there must be many stories in it, and maybe many people died.
"I would like to hear more." Meng Yuan asked.
"Details and details!" Xiangling was also curious to listen.
Dugu Kang shook his head and said, "I was not very old at that time, so I'd still listen to my mother. If you want to know and ask for the donor, she should still have words."
"The third grandma's study is so big!" Xiangling stood on Meng Yuan's shoulder, her eyes widened, and her upper limbs were spreading hard, completely forgot about making money. "It's bigger than the old turtle pit!"
"That's a library." Dugu Kang corrected with a smile.
Meng Yuan was sad. As a person around Miss Third, he had never even been to Miss Third's library.
Xiangling not only went there, but also served as a bath, helped to apply nails, and wrote letters on her behalf.
The three of them came to the old turtle pit, talking nonsense.
Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang washed their hands by the pit, and Meng Yuan scooped water to wash Xiangling's hair. "Why does the hair become shaped when it drys?" Xiangling threw the water on her head dry and took a photo at the puddle. She always followed Ying Rushi, but she didn't learn the exquisite and fashionable things, but she realized a lot of exquisite and rustic spirit.
After combing her hair, Xiangling put the cloth on again, happily took off Dugu Kang's burden, and took out all kinds of snacks.
The three of them sat around the bluestone beside the old turtle pit, with deep wind and cool wind, and birds singing in the distance. "This time it's a poem meeting with autumn as the theme!" Xiangling's eyes shone when she talked about the poem. The two of them stood up with their lower limbs, and their short upper limbs wanted to put their hips on their hips, but they could only put their chests on their backs.
She looked at Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang and added: "But you are both great poets, it must be a little harder! If you want to use autumn as the title, you have to bring food in the poem!"
This is obviously not very difficult, but Xiangling is very imposing and straightforward, as if she had several difficult questions.
Dugu Kang glanced at Meng Yuan, and when he saw Meng Yuan think about it carefully, he knew that the president had not leaked the question. "Who will come first?" Xiangling looked like a master's tone, as if she was examining the ability of a member of the teaching staff. "Then I'll do it first." Dugu Kang sat cross-legged on the bluestone, holding a dead leaf in his hand, and looking at the swept fallen leaves around him.
After he thought for a while, he saw that Meng Yuan and Xiangling were also impatient, so he chanted, "The little monk swept the leaves and swept them to the point of the pit, and the graves were piled up in front of the pit. Last night, the autumn rain and the west wind passed, and today the lotus and lotus roots are sweet."
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Xiangling is much more sincere. She stared at Dugu Kang with her big eyes and praised, "Student Dugu, you are getting better and better!"
She counted and said happily, "There are piles of graves and lotus roots. Lying in front of the grave to eat lotus roots, it's very comfortable to think about it!"
Xiangling was born in the mountains and fields, and was not as sad as the literati in the world when they saw autumn. Instead, she felt that the fish and fruits were ripe in autumn, which was a good time. "I'm just giving it up, the president praised it." Dugu Kang was very humble.
"You are so humble!" Xiangling happily wrote Dugu Kang's new poems on the booklet, and muttered, "When it comes to graves, I really miss my godmother!"
Xiangling looked at Dugu Kang and asked, "You don't have a mother, right?"
Dugu Kang shook his head, "My mother is dead."
"Oh, my mother was roasted and eaten by someone." Xiangling jumped on Dugu Kang's shoulder and patted Dugu Kang's head gently, "Godmother said, it's good to live, it's okay to die. We're still alive, that's good! Classmate Dugu, I'll find you a godmother!" "The president is intent. But I'm an outsider who sees through the world, so I don't want a godmother." Dugu Kang thanked.
"If you don't want it, forget it!" Xiangling looked at Meng Yuan again and said, "Little Craftsman, do you want your godmother?"
Don't take on such a job, right? Meng Yuan saw Xiangling looking forward to it, but he still shook his head, "No." "It's great to have a godmother!" Xiangling made a lot of sense, "Third Grandma is not happy to be a matchmaker, you two can't do it anymore. I see that Grandma San doesn't have a son, so you should recognize her as a godmother!"
She whispered and said seriously: "Three grandma is very rich! My godmother takes me to make money and says she will leave all the money for me! If you accept my godmother, the money she saves is also yours!"
Stop talking about making money, right? Why did your godmother take you to make money? Didn’t you and your mother have all your money been cheated by the old fox?
"Forget it." Meng Yuan didn't want the third lady to be his mother.
Xiangling slapped her chest and looked like she had taken on a big job, "I'll talk! It will definitely be done!"
"Stop talking." Meng Yuan stopped him quickly, "I'll talk about it when the time comes."
"It's still the president." Dugu Kang slammed his lips, "I'll leave it to you!"
Xiangling completely forgot about the poetry meeting and only cared about that little calculation.
The three of them talked for a while, and Xiangling finally remembered that she was still holding a poetry meeting, so she hurriedly said, "Little craftsman, it's your turn to write poetry!"
(The end of this chapter)