A busy, time is very fast.
Cui Wei is going to school during the day, doing questions, painting at night, back book, time is like flowing, only twelve times is not enough. There is no time in the book, he also didn't have time to pass the book, I don't remember the day, I only know that the countdown is less than a day.
When I was going out that morning, he suddenly found a slender stove ash in the yard, from the wellhead to the kitchen. It is a bran that is bran like a bran. Cui Yuan was swept next to it, but he didn't move the two long lines. It seems to have any custom.
He stopped for a while, curiously asked: "What day is today, get these ash in the yard?"
Huang Hao came out from the kitchen, and said: "Go back to the son, this is the customs in our county, to drain the dragon into the house, this year is only a fortune."
When Cui Wei suddenly dared to talk, I was afraid to expose something that I didn't understand the customs. In this custom, this is really unique. In Jing, I will explain it with this, I will explain it around you: "I also know that this is the custom of our hometown. I want to use rice bran to the well side. Use a stove as ash to lead from the well, so you can introduce the dragon into the home, and there is a dragon to live in the well, you can bless the owner to make a fortune! "
Huang Hao has some kinds of little people, but they are like a junior in their own, and I have a smile look at him, and I also said two sentences: "Today, I have to eat oil cake, but eat the cake in the morning. It is not easy to digest, afraid that the road is on the road, the oil cake is not crisp. The son came back early, I gave you a fried rice cake, sprinkle with sugar. "
Cui said nodded, said: "Okay, I am trying to eat the oil cake. Since I have already used oil, I will blow some sesame balls, sweet numbings, scorpions, and fork ... Do some, you I will eat it first at home, and I will give it to the neighbors. "
Huang Yu's "" should be, go back to the kitchen to go. He went to Zhao Yutin to come out, and the two were still going to school.
Zhao Jia did not eat the habit of cake in the morning. Zhao Yinglin held two oil paper bags, and rice cakes that fryed with crispy bleak came out, handed him to him, and did not say: "My grandmother is doing it. , The practice of the south, the same thing is different from others, you taste, guarantee delicious. "
The weather in the beginning of February is quite cold, and the frying cake is not hot. Cui Hao was honestly connected, and torn open the oil paper bites a bit. The rice cake is thin, and it has a layer of lard pleasuring, almost hot, but it is burn, it is indeed the taste of this, and the cake doesn't know how to be more delicious.
Cui Wei couldn't help but once again, he got a book. Otherwise, he would like to sell a snack like other travelers, even if the taste of the customer on this street is not satisfied.
Eating people's hands. After eating the piece of cake, he specially patted the handkerchief of Zhao Yinglin's hand: "If you have a post, I have suited to copy it on the shadow of Zhao milk."
The smile on the face of Zhao Xiaoshi is to fly out, but it is still the same: "Is there a person like this? The post in Yeyi is the basic skill of our scholars. I naturally be familiar."
Cui Yu is a little smile, take care of the mood of primary school students: "You should naturally do this, it is some of my uncertain places, and you should be pair with you when you are writing."
Zhao Yinglin's smile is deeper, no longer pretending that no cheating, noddion, and talk to him with him, Shang Ding, Mr. Wenwu Temple, Mr. may have to work with Zhi County Poetry, maybe give them a holiday.
This truly little child is always there is nothing to satisfy. Just in order to give a written pen, he is happy from the afternoon, until the gentleman officially wants to write the post to Yo Yi -
Cui's family came to people, saying that there is a guest in Beijing, and Cui Wei will go back to stay. Zhao Yulin's joy suddenly became frightened, and smashed his step by step, but he didn't bother him. He could only look at him from the door to clear freedom. He faced a full question alone.
And not to say that the Zhao Jia Xiaoshi will be in the classroom, Cui Wei is also a bit when I go out: I only have two people to find him in Jingli, and the other is to make trouble. Friends, the difference between these two options is big, not in the road to encounter robbers, or on the road, 5 million cash.
He shook his head and asked the worker who took him: "Who is looking for me?"
"It's a Jinyi Wei's home, called Xie Mountain." The worker couldn't live in Cui's family, and naturally, I didn't know that Xie Mountain was still coming. I didn't know their relationship, with the awe of Jin Yiwei, The sound line said: "Said to give the son to give wine."
Cui Wei's smile is clear, accelerate at the foot, and go back home soon.
Huang Yu has already blown many mai leaves at this time, and the white sugar is thick, and the glutinous rice group wrapped in beans, the crispy and salty fork, take it out. Xie Mountain was sitting in the flower hall, a snack of tea, see him to shoot the hand standing, laughing: "Small is about to thank Gongzi, you don't have a flavor, not inferior in Beijing."
He also handed a gift list, there is not so many Beijing-in-law specialties, only some ordinary dessert fruits, plus ten altar brewing wine.
This wine is the Square he gives, and the strong scent of the strong sorghum is distilled.
Xie Shan Road: "This wine is just steamed. Our grandfather tastes good, and then I am eager to send the son. However, the time is short, although it is clear, but it is not enough. Master. Call me, this wine is best resting in the calendar for more than a year, go to the fire and drink again. At that time, you are also growing, just can drink spirits. "
Cui Wei took a gift and laughed: "How to get a thousand households, this is a good book. I have received it. I have a gift to ask my little brother to go back."
He took the gift list and went to the study with a shaft. Opening is a volume of Guanyin, painting is like a portrait of Xie Qian, so fine. Guanyin's looks completely from "Journey to Journey", but the specific clothes can't remember, and it is a guanyin picture drawn outside.
Xie Mountain stood up, read the vocal Buddha, sighed: "This is the true Buddha image, the son draws this appearance, the temple is not as good as this!"
That's because the head of the head of the head is good. When the exterior is filmed, he is recognized as a Guanyin. He has a profoundness of childhood memory, painting more like. Cui Yuqian smiled: "Xie Xiao Ge has a prize. I was because of my back, I said that I didn't hang it out, I wondered the picture that I hang up. I don't know that thousands of people believe in Buddhism. This is. "
I went back to Xie Mountain to send so many pigments. He thought that I would like to use the pigment to show a thank you.
Ordinary portraits are not convenient to hang, self-portraits are not going to give people. But when today's three teachings, the Taoist monk is still in the face, and the people's belief is also strong. Most people will ask a god or Buddha statue. Sanqing, he remembers some blurred, the painting is not very good, I have to send a Guanyin image - even if you thank yourself, you can send it to the elders and relatives of the Buddha.
Xie Mountain is full of devout, holding the scroll saying: "There is no special letter of our adults, anyway, I have to go to the temple, and I donate some sesame oil. I look at the good buddha like Cui Gongzi. Maybe I've been true. "
Cui Wei slightly touched and said: "This is good, my family has several new printing King Kong through, all of which are self-study, not worth, you also help me into Beijing, thank you. Give people. "
He looked at Xie Mountain and did not dare to move, and he went to help him, and lived with a red line. Xie Mountain paided the reel on the clean desktop, got up and got up: "Then I will thank my grandfather than the son. After March, it is Qingming, and there is a bathing Buddha festival in the morning of April. The good day of the volume, has the script of the son, and our master can save a lot of things. "
He dragged a car back, Xie Wei first hangs in the study, opened a book, looked at the faint lotus lotus, the color of the tail, couldn't help but frown: " This is the print of Cui Mei. You said that this is Cui Gong's own print? "
It turned out that the Rongshu is his home? Cui Meiren really is the Cui Mei ... Cui Xiao Mi?
Xie Mountain did not know what he was thinking. He nodded and said: "Cui Gongzi said that it is self-study, the little thinking is just a few scrolls, and the return is nothing ..."
Xie Yu faintly glanced: "You know that you can't expect it? He can have a few fresses, this book is a color, and there is a lot of money, so this draft is also I don't know how much it is, how can you take him so much? "
Low head does not speak, secretly belly: You will give a gift, return to the gift, put his next person to run back in the middle, but also blame.
If you want to mind, this is not dare to say, but it is necessary to make a positive look: "Cui Gongzi said that this book is a bookmark, or a small brought a few families going back to the field. Where is the merchant to explore his family? If someone does not bully him, the little will go to the Tuen Mun to hand on the post of a thousand people, and the store is stable and stable, and the day is fighting! "
Xie Wei said: "His family is in the top of the holy, and the parent-child of the households, and the commandment makes the child feel deeply, and the commander is dare to bully him. Just these readers don't necessarily understand the operation ... Do you bring people Go back and see - don't have to go to see him, just look at what is a short-selling book in his shop, just buy some back, I will take it. "
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Xie Wei's imprint is clearly unknown Cui Wei, but is full of brain copper odor thinking how to sell those "Diamond Sutra".
At the beginning of February, it is Shang Ding Day. The county must sacrifice the temple. At the beginning of the country, it is necessary to have a boy in this day, and it is necessary to follow the sacrifice, and the composition is called the sages. Mr. Lin took the car out in the morning, and gave this group of primary school students. Cui Wei took the homework in the evening. When I rose it back in the morning, I came back in the morning. When I was stunned, I called someone to call the palm cabinet to study new books. Offering problems.
He was inspired by Xie Mountain, and he wanted to print some books to the surrounding Buddhist temple, which borrowed the monks to sell their own scriptures.
After a while, I didn't seem to be joking, I didn't seem to be joking, I tried to ask: "The son is not studying, I don't know how many temples around Qian'an?"
Cui Wei blinked, boldly asked: "There are a lot of five or six?" If there are only two or three temples, they can also have a temple to send a few tens of pieces, and only have a few more. .
These scrolls are still useless in the temple, most of them are not sold to Sin, that is, give the big money. His Diacheng is made into a discount, and it is more delicate than him. The cover is filled with jacquard, and the paper is printed with pastel lotus. There is a pastel lotus, the volume is the first painting Indigenic Tianda Yin Temple, and the tail painting print. It is more than those ordinary scrutinies. Do you like it?
He is optimistic about this business opportunity, I want to promote their own King Kong through the temple in advance. First, people know that his family is good, wait until the Qingming, the Bath Buddha, when everyone is going to be applying the scroll, naturally, it is necessary to buy it in their book.
You can also make a private customization, you can have a big purchase of a single page "a certain letter to the female newspaper."
He thought is very good, but the applement office means that he looks deeply, it seems like a late generation. Take the trendy shopkeeper as a three-like confidence, pouring very little, Cui Wei can't help but have a little guilty, add a few: "Can I still have ten seats?"
The apparel hand is shook his head, sigh: "Shao Dongjia only counts how many mountains here should know that the temple is only more than the mountain, is there less than the mountain? Let the mountain are seven mountain two water On the place of the field, there is a temple in the mountains, and there is a sixty temple in foot. There is two ways to give the plaque. There is also a Guanyin Temple. The son is printed by the roll. Non-cloth is not possible. "
So small county is dozens of temples, is unreasonable? Who is this? One county is only more than 5,000 households, is it for 60 Temples, and I have to eat on a meal?
It is quite proud to say: "The county is more sincere letter, and the Bu Shihuang is not vague. The masters of the year also borrowed the temple imperial view, got some rice grains to save people, and now today incense is also more ! Looking at Yongping, there are such states, and even the government, only one Zhili Kezhen can be more than a few temples, which is not as good as we! "
Well, I know that I have to eat on a meal, we have to point to the monk, so how is this book?
The apparel board recalled half of it and said: "The county is an invitation temple is necessary, and then two in the Qingning Temple and Baining Temple, a Guanyin Temple. These incense is also the most prosperous, one It is almost the same as the hundred volumes. We can have the flow of flow in January and two before the birthday, and there are not many books published.
In fact, in order to pray for the east, it is not much more than a few hundred respect.
The author has something to say: Qian'an County, the Republic of China is so many temples, the Ming Dynasty is not necessarily, but at least some information is compared to his own compass, just write this.