Chapter 191 The Kingdom
Zhou Miao stopped a carriage on the road. The driver wanted to lose his temper, but when he saw him take out a bunch of money from his arms, he immediately laughed with the corners of his eyes:
"Grandpa, what do you need me to do?"
"Send him to the inn."
"Okay."
He moved the scholar who was covered in water to the carriage, whipped his horse to order, and spent two sticks of incense before placing the half-dead young man on the big bed.
Looking at his wet friend on the bed, Zhou Miao couldn't help but sigh:
"What's wrong with this kid? Why did he go to the beach when he wasn't at home in broad daylight."< br>
As if he smelled something again, he sniffed and frowned:
"The smell of alcohol is so strong, how much did this kid drink! Damn it, it suffocated me to death, he Did you spend a night in a wine vat?”
Zhu Laoba clicked his tongue twice: "I'm afraid that if I wandered to the shore and wanted to sober up, I would have fallen off before I could stand firmly."
"It would be a big loss! Let Brother Zhu fish it out. Otherwise, he would have turned into a water ghost and caused trouble in the sea."
Zhou Miao wanted to leave the inn to find a doctor for her friend.
Zuo Chen waved his hand slightly and stopped Zhou Miao.
"There is a stagnation in his chest. Ordinary doctors can't wake him up with acupuncture and medicine. It's up to me to do it."
Zhou Miao was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.
The Taoist priest's methods are definitely much better than those of all kinds of doctors.
He came closer to the bed, stretched out his fingers, and gently pointed towards the scholar's forehead.
Although he couldn't tell, Zhou Miao could really feel that his friend had become much brighter.
Can...
The scholar didn't wake up.
He still closed his eyes tightly, as if he was having a nightmare, frowning, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, showing no signs of waking up.
Zhou Miao's heart tightened and she asked again and again:
"Taoist Master? What's going on?"
Zuo Chen frowned slightly and used his fingertips to press the king's finger again. Bon frowned slightly.
From Zuo Chen's eyes, it was clear that there was indeed no aura lingering on Wang Bang's body.
But there seems to be something missing from his three souls and seven souls.
"He is missing something in his heart and cannot support his will. I am afraid he will be a walking corpse when he wakes up."
"Huh?" Zhou Miao was confused.
“Everyone has obsessions. Just like before, your obsession was gambling, but later it was replaced by a short biography. People always need something to hold on to in their hearts throughout their lives. If there is no such thing in their hearts, it will be very difficult. It is easy to become decadent, depressed and frustrated. "Zuo Chen explained: "This thing has been taken away from him."
"This?"
"Tell me about his situation first. Distracted thoughts in your mind are indeed prone to change. If you don't find his thoughts, forcefully awakening them will be useless."
Zhou Miao frowned: "What trouble can he have... He can still make money in Baichuan. The money a year is enough for a dozen or so ordinary families. They don't have to worry about food, drink, and there are many things they like." The compliments from the novel books almost praised him to the sky.
"He lives a more comfortable life than I do at home. If I stay at home, my father will use a feather duster to hit my ass." Open the flower. ”
After saying this, Zhou Miao’s voice suddenly got stuck in his throat. He frowned slightly, opened and closed the fan in his hand, and slapped it in the palm of his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something.< br>
"I really can't say that something annoying will bother him."
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhou Miao didn't show off and explained:
"My friend's surname is Wang. , whose name only contains the Chinese character "Bang", is a native of Baichuan, and he is the only child in his family, and his father is a well-known old scholar. All his life he wanted to study the sage scriptures and become an official in Beijing. For this reason, his father became a little crazy.
"Later, Brother Wang and his father couldn't learn it, so he caught up with Wang. When my brother was born, he hoped that his son would become a talented person. He had high hopes for his son since he was a child, and he was encouraged every day to study hard and work hard to gain fame. ”
Speaking of this, Cai Yi remembered Zhou Miao’s introduction to Wang Bang before, and her face couldn’t help but look a little strange:
"In the end, your friend started writing miscellaneous books?"
"Yes." Zhou Miao shrugged helplessly: "Everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme, and when it reaches its peak, it will decline. If the pressure is too strict, it will make Brother Wang feel sick. He couldn't read the serious selections of scriptures, but he read a lot of weird and unofficial biographies. When I grow up, I don’t even want to take the exam, let alone get a job, and just sit here and write miscellaneous books.
“In the beginning, when Brother Wang was still alive, he was able to help the father and son. He reconciled, but fate was unpredictable. His mother fell ill and passed away about five years ago.
“Since then, Brother Wang’s father has been more strict with Brother Wang. Brother Wang also has a stubborn temper. The two had a big quarrel, but they couldn’t convince anyone, and his father ran away in anger.
“Who would have thought This guy is really good at writing miscellaneous books. It took him more than two years to write it. Now he is making a lot of money. There should be no other difficulties and obstacles in life. He insists on making me think about him. What happened? I can only think of his father. ”
Caiyi scratched her head, really confused:
"Parents raise their children just to live a happy life together, and I heard that Wang Bang has become a famous figure, and his achievements are not low. , Why do you have to get into such a situation? "
Don't say anything else. If he had this ability, Old Man Tang would probably have to go out with wine and brag to others every day, opening his mouth and saying: " This daughter of mine is still a Wenquxing who descended to earth, and her Wenming destiny is in three directions and four directions. She is a great immortal in this world!"
"Actually, I don't quite understand it," Zhou Miao shook her head and said, "What if Brother Wang's father is really true? I can generally understand what they are like when they are ranked second in the rankings. After all, my father, as a big businessman, compares me with him when he was young every day. If it is more harsh, I am afraid he will also compare with Wang Bang’s parents. Almost. But..." He didn't say the last part of the sentence.
The father of this kingdom is nothing.
Wang Bang’s father is Wang Dayang. After taking the exam for so many years, he failed to pass the exam and failed to pass the exam. At most, he only passed the exam to become a scholar.
From Zhou Miao's point of view, Wang Bang's literary talent was more than twice, twice, or even ten times better than his father's.
What the hell is this accusation? As long as he can make money and live a good life, he really thinks that his son is a literary descendant.
"Taoist Priest, is there any way to save him?" No longer thinking about trivial matters, Zhou Miao hurriedly asked about his friend's fate: "We have nothing here, only a lot of money, as long as you say something , no matter how much you bring!”
"If there is delicious food, just let a few of us taste it." Zuo Chen said with a smile.
"That's for sure! There is a fine dining restaurant in Baichuan, where there are cultural banquets, delicacies and fine wines, poems and songs, it is quite refreshing, and I guarantee that everyone will be satisfied with the meal!"
"Then let's go. Go to his house and have a look. Maybe you can find the idea he lost."
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The Wang Bang family lives in a side street of Baichuan City, far away from the main road. There are not many people living there and not many businesses, but they are facing the printing and papermaking compound. It was very convenient for the kingdom. Just one trip back and forth every day and enough paper for printing books.
When Zhou Miao arrived here with his people, he didn't see any visitors.
Frowning and stepping forward, Zhou Miao knocked on the vermilion door.
After waiting for a while, the door was pushed open.
The old accountant stuck his head out of the door, looked around and saw Zhou Miao.
"Master Zhou?! Why did you come all the way to Baichuan? Come in quickly, come in quickly"
The accountant was shocked and opened the door repeatedly to let everyone into the yard.
After entering the courtyard, Zhou Miao said angrily: "Your master is already in bed, and you still ask me why I am here."
Introduced to Zuo Chen again: " This is Wang Bang's steward. He helps Wang Bang calculate money and accounts. Just call him Mr. Liu."
Old Liu's mind froze slightly:
"My young master? What's wrong with him? ! ”
"Your young master is feeling depressed. Has nothing happened in the past few days?"
"Ah?" Mr. Liu looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
"It has something to do with his father, right?"
"Alas..." Seeing that Zhou Miao had guessed it, Mr. Liu said helplessly:
" Just two days ago, the master came over and there was a big quarrel just like before.”
"Because?"
"What else could be the reason... I think the young master has the ability. With a little effort, he can get a good rank in the exam, become an official in the court, and achieve great success. I blame the young master for putting his energy aside. Of course, the young master couldn't be happy about it, and the two of them argued for a long time. In the end, the master was angry and ran away, and the young master was also upset. "
While chatting, they came to Wangbang. In front of the room, the door was ajar, and you could smell a strong smell of alcohol when you got closer.
"The young master is heartbroken and drinks every day to get drunk. He even disappeared last night. I waited all night for him to come back. I was about to go to the government to report to the government, and you came."
Mr. Liu opened the door and saw Wang Bang’s room in a mess.
There is a big table, a big bed, a wardrobe and a screen in the room. Behind the screen is a wooden basin specially used for bathing. It has some dust and looks like it has not been used for a while.
On top of the big table were seven or eight pieces of straw paper, with various handwritings densely written on them. They were all messy and messy, covering the entire table.
Looking at the situation inside the house, one can see how haggard and distressed the owner was some time ago.
Zuo Chen glanced over, but his brows moved slightly, and he quickly walked to the table.
"Taoist Priest? Did you see something?" Zhou Miao asked suspiciously.
I saw Zuo Chen grabbing a piece of paper from the table.
The handwriting on the top of the paper is messy, and the letter "I have no intention of climbing the mountain, but I love the fragrance of the tea in the courtyard" can be faintly seen.
This pen is made of white jade as the rod and wolf hair as the hair. It is a fine cultural treasure.
"Mr. Liu, where did you get this money from?"
Mr. Liu glanced at the white jade pen and shook his head:
"I don't know. It seems that the young master went out one night. When he came back, he took this pen and protected it as a treasure."
"This is it." Zuo Chen held the pen and waved it twice. Next: "Someone has made a prescription on this piece of paper, and the thoughts in your young master's mind have been taken away."
(End of this chapter)