Song Jixin brought his maid Zhigui to the old locust tree and found that the shade was crowded with nearly 500 people sitting on the bench and chairs he moved from home. There were children who were bringing their elders to join in the fun one after another.

Song Jixin and she stood side by side on the edge of the shade of the tree. When they saw an old man standing under the tree, holding a big white bowl with one hand and holding the other behind him, he looked excited and said loudly: "I just talked about the general direction of the dragon vein. Let me talk about this real dragon. Tsk tsk, this is really amazing. About three thousand years ago, an amazing god came out from the world. He first devoted himself to practicing in a certain cave world and realized the great way. Then he traveled around the world with his sword alone. He had three in his hand.

The stature of the ruler is revealed. For some reason, this person was incompatible with the dragon. After three hundred years of spring and autumn, there was a dragon killing the dragon and killing the dragon. He killed no real dragon in the world. Then he stopped. In the end, he disappeared. Some people said that he went to the extremely high place of Taoism Zhangben, and sat with Taoism to discuss Taoism. Some people said that he went to the extremely far Western Pure Land Buddha Kingdom, and argued with the Buddha. Some even said that he personally sat in the gate of Fengdu underworld to prevent ghosts and monsters from causing harm to the world..."

The old man spitted everywhere, and all the people in the town below were indifferent, and everyone looked confused.

The maid asked curiously, "What is the three-foot spirit?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "It's a sword."

The maid said angrily: "Young Master, this old man likes to show off his knowledge and doesn't speak well."

Song Jixin glanced at the old man and said gloatingly: "There are not many people in our town who can read, and this storyteller has been so charming to the blind man."

The maid asked again: "What is the blessing of the cave heaven? Can anyone in the world live to be three hundred years old? Is there a Fengdu underworld not a place where only dead people can go?"

Song Jixin was stopped when asked, but he didn't want to show his timidity, so he casually said, "It's all nonsense. I guess I've read a few unfair stories about officials and unofficial stories to fool rural villagers."

At this moment, Song Jixin keenly discovered that the old man looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. Although he was just a gaze that was just a dragonfly, he quickly passed by, but Song Jixin still carefully captured it, but the young man didn't care about it and just thought it was a coincidence.

The maid looked up at the old locust tree. The slight light shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell down. She subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

Song Jixin turned around and looked at him, and suddenly became stunned.

Now, my maid has a side face that has just begun to lose her baby's fat face. She seems to be very different from the thin, shriveled little maid in her memory.

According to the customs of the town, when a woman gets married, she will hire a person with good fortune who is healthy and her parents and children. She will ask her to peel off the fluff on the bride's face and cut her forehead and hair and temples, which is called opening the face or raising the eyebrows.

Song Jixin also heard from books that a small town does not have customs, so when Zhigui was twelve years old, he bought the best new wine in the town and moved out the porcelain bottle that was hidden secretly. The glaze color was very beautiful, like green plums. After pouring the wine into it, he carefully sealed it in the mud and finally buried it underground.

Song Jixin suddenly spoke, "Zhigui, although the guy named Chen, according to our scholars' ancestors, is 'rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be buried', but no matter what, he finally did something meaningful in his life."

The maid did not answer, she lowered her eyebrows, and her eyelashes could still be trembling slightly.

Song Jixin said to himself: "Chen Ping'an is not bad. He is too rigid in character and only believes in everything he does. Therefore, being a kilnmaker means that no matter how hard he practices, he is destined to be unable to make a good thing with aura. Therefore, Liu Xianyang's master, the old man Yao, has his own unique vision of Chen Ping'an. This is called rotten wood that cannot be carved. As for the wall of dung, it cannot be scattered. It roughly means that even if you put on a dragon robe, he is still a rustic mud leg in the earth..."

When Song Jixin said this, he mocked himself: "I am actually worse than Chen Ping'an."

She didn't know how to comfort her son.

Song Jixin and his maid, in this small town, have always been the rich people in Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, and they are important topics of conversation after dinner. This is thanks to Song Jixin's "cheap father", Lord Song.

There are no big figures or storms in the town, so the Kiln Supervisors who were stationed here by the court is undoubtedly the kind of master in the playbook. Among the dozens of supervisors in history, he was also appointed as the supervisor of the official Song, which is the most popular among the people. Lord Song is not like the noble officials before. Lord Song not only did not hide in the official office, cultivate his spirit, nor did he thank the guests in his study, but he devoted himself to studying in his study, but was responsible for the firing of official kiln porcelain.

He is more like a rural citizen than a craftsman. For more than ten years, this old master Song, who was originally full of books, has a tanned and shiny skin. His daily dress is no different from that of a farmer. He has no pretentious treatment when dealing with people. Unfortunately, the imperial porcelain made in the small town dragon kiln has always been unsatisfactory, whether it is glaze color or the shape of large and small pieces. To be precise, it is even slightly inferior to the previous level, which makes the old kilns puzzled.

In the end, the imperial court probably felt that Lord Song, who was conscientious and had no credit and hard work, transferred him back to the imperial edict of the Ministry of Personnel in the capital, and at least got a good assessment. Before returning to Beijing, Lord Song actually spent all his money and invested in building a cover bridge. Later, he found out that Lord Song had left the convoy and did not bring a child, and several big-name families in the town suddenly realized. It can be said that Lord Song and the town had accumulated a good reputation, and with the deliberate care of the current supervisor, the young Song Jixin lived in the town for many years, and had no worries about food and clothing, and was free and easy.

Now that she has changed her name to Zhigui, there are many different opinions about her life experience. The locals living in Niping Lane said it was a winter with heavy snow. A girl from other places begged along the road and fainted at the gate of Song Jixin's courtyard. If someone hadn't discovered it early, she would have gone to the King of Hell to be reincarnate. The old man who did chores over there had another saying, and he swears that it was an orphan that Lord Song bought from another place in his early years, in order to find a man of his own and his own family for his illegitimate son Song Jixin to make up for the loss that the father and son cannot recognize each other.

In any case, after the maid was named Zhigui by the young man, it completely confirmed the father-son relationship between the two, because the gentry of the small town knew that Lord Song was most in love with an inkstone, so the word "Zhigui" was engraved.

Song Jixin came back to his senses and smiled brightly, "For some reason, I remembered the slutty four-legged snake. Zhigui, think about it, I threw it into Chen Ping'an's yard, it still wants to run to our house. How unpopular is Chen Ping'an's doghouse? It's so shabby that even a little snake is unwilling to go in?"

The maid thought about it carefully and replied, "Some things are also about fate, right?"

Song Jixin stretched out his thumb and said happily: "That's the truth! Chen Ping'an is a person with little fortune and fortune. Just be content if you can live."

She didn't speak.

Song Jixin said to himself: "After we leave the town, we will leave the things in the house to Chen Ping'an to take care of. Will this guy steal it?"

The maid whispered: "Young Master, why not?"

Song Jixin smiled and said, "Yo, Zhigui, do you understand the meaning of robbing yourself?"

The maid blinked her long autumn eyes, "Isn't it literally?"

Song Jixin smiled and looked south, showing a hint of longing, "I heard that there are more books in that place in the capital than in our town!"

At this moment, the storyteller was saying: "Although there is no real dragon in the world, the dragon's subordinates, such as dragons, qiu, chi, etc., they are still truly true and truly living in the world, maybe..."

The old man deliberately kept it a secret. Seeing that the audience was indifferent and did not know how to support the audience, he had to continue saying, "Maybe they will hide beside us, and Taoist gods call it the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss!"

Song Jixin yawned.

A locust leaf suddenly fell from above his head, green and green, just falling on the boy's forehead.

Song Jixin reached out to grab the leaves and twisted the petiole with both fingers.

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The boy who thought he was going to the east gate of the city to collect debts once, when he was approaching the old locust tree, he also saw locust leaves falling in front of him, but he accelerated his steps and wanted to reach out to catch them.

Just a breeze blew by, and the leaves slid past him.

The young man with straw sandals was agile and moved one step quickly, trying to intercept the leaf.

But the leaves whirled in the air again.

The young man didn't believe in evil, and he moved several times, but in the end he still failed to catch the locust leaves.

Young Chen Ping'an had no choice.

A young man in a green shirt who was rushing to school in the village school passed by Chen Ping'an.

The young man in green clothes didn't know whether he was a locust leaf on his shoulders.

Chen Ping'an continued to go to the east gate of the city. Even if he couldn't get any money, it would be better to urge him.

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Chapter completed!