Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 42: Brew a cup of tea and prepare to go to the green mountains

"Apart from my wife? Could it be that these stories were told to her by her original mother?"

"My husband got up early today."

Sanheng or Madam's words made Guan Yin feel guilty. He hurriedly stuffed the whole roll of rice paper back to its original position, turned around and looked at the source of the voice: "Nothing, I just remembered to organize it and think about what to write next."

This is another case of "there is no silver here", and it is clear that no one cares what Guan Yin was doing just now.

Finally, after finishing the last sheet, Guan Yin sat down, thinking about "farewell to his wife" in his mind, but his eyes were fixed on the new paper in front of him with no words written on it.

Was it because he remembered the promise between his parents? Guan Yin always seemed to have a hard time connecting these emotional matters.

It’s a pity that Guan Yin forgot that there is a saying called “a word becomes a prophecy”. The promise made in "Farewell to My Wife" is exactly the right thing to become the regret that cannot be fulfilled in a lifetime!
In the distance, green mountains cast harmonious shadows, and near the water, chickens and dogs of people listen to the sounds of the river. Guan Yin suddenly began to think, if such a return to nature were put into the real world, how many people would be willing to spend a lot of money to experience it? And what kind of name would it be defined as?
"Alone towards the green mountains"?
"See me in the green mountains"?
Or are they the overused terms “Zen meditation” or “Taoist journey”?
Before Guan Yin had time to figure out what was going on, his thoughts were interrupted by Liu Jiaoan's sudden words.

"My husband mentioned Huangshan Baiyue last time, and Jiaoan also wants to go to the temple on the mountain to pray for peace. Why don't we go there together in a few days when my husband has finished writing what he wants to write?"

Whether it was a horse-drawn carriage or a donkey-drawn cart, the three of them needed a suitable means of transportation. Seeing that the Five Poisonous Months were not far away, they should always prepare insect repellent and snake repellent on the road and in the mountains.

In addition to clothes, rain gear, and enough food... Not to mention that it takes time to pack these things, if she wants to have everything, Liu Jiaoan will have to work day and night to make some embroidery that can be sold at the market.

"I'm afraid it will cost a lot to go there, so let's just forget it."

Guan Yin couldn't help but feel guilty after saying this. He didn't earn the money himself, so he had to complain when he spent it: "I'm also worried that Madam will be tired, but everything is up to Madam to arrange."

"Okay." Liu Jiaoan agreed, tidied her hair, turned around and walked into the yard to find Sanheng.

Soon after, the sound of Sanheng seeing Liu Jiaoan off from the courtyard was heard. Guan Yin was sitting alone under the window, still staring blankly at the desk.

Only when everything around him became quiet did Guan Yin suddenly sit up straight in his chair as if struck by lightning, and began to think about the story he had just seen. It seemed somewhat familiar.

"A girl who was thought to be from a music school was identified as a demon who killed the master of that family because of her ever-changing charm."

"A loyal servant who doesn't know how to defend himself is regarded as an accomplice in the seizure of the family property?"

"A handsome young man was thought to have an affair with a girl and conspired to steal the wealth of a wealthy businessman?"

Yes, this girl seemed to have appeared beside the female general who defended the border. When Guan Yin reluctantly practiced this story, he could finally distinguish the front and back of dozens of sheets of paper.

First, the young man bid farewell to his parents and went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. Later, he was demoted and returned to his hometown for various reasons. However, he still did not forget the villagers who died in the flood. He specially held a memorial service for them in Baiyue and spent all his remaining assets.

Later, it was a ghost story, a common story of repaying a vow and repaying a favor. The girl who was thought to be from a music school was actually a cloud from Huangshan Mountain, the loyal servant was the rock under the pine tree, and the elegant gentleman was naturally the pine tree - so there was a cloud that repaid the favor after a long time, pointing out a way out for the female general on the battlefield.

"So, it was because of this case that this young man offended the local gentry, leading to the final tragedy?"

"So now it's time for this girl to achieve great things and bring honor to the family?"

After sorting out the order, Guan Yin understood why no one bought the sequel to his story.

A story that has dragged on for a long time and spanned three generations is finally about to have a happy ending, but suddenly "snow falls in June". Is this justice to be judged by the so-called underworld?
Realizing that he had unconsciously added a poor ending, Guan Yin continued to look helplessly at the world in front of him - he had read a lot of online novels, but not many operas, and Guan Yin had no idea how to make the reunion come together.

Is it a tug of war between a prince and a female general?

Is it true that the destitute beggar whom the female general helped when she was down and out was actually a prince who had fallen into poverty?

Or maybe like many novels nowadays, which deliberately avoid female competition and pursue the so-called female helping female, the prince is replaced by a princess, and the crown prince is replaced by the eldest princess?

Guan Yin knew that it was extremely difficult to bring down an entire interest group by one's own efforts, unless the emperor was determined to change.

But Guan Yin forgot one thing: for a girl with a rough background, the possibility of becoming a female general on the frontier was almost zero.

Before I could put pen to paper, a scent of tea wafted into my nose. Sanheng came in with a cup of brewed tea—only a few leaves, and the tea was not of the quality that could be sold.

"Husband, Madam wants Sanheng to take care of you and let you rest more." After putting the tea on the table, Sanheng did not mean to leave immediately. He just lowered his eyes and stood in front of his husband. "Madam means that even if it is hard, you should go out more often to write articles."

Guan Yin had already agreed, so there was no need for explanation. San Heng specially brewed tea to explain that his wife's good intentions were 70% to be understood by her husband, and the other 30% was to ease the relationship between her and her husband.

Sanheng knew that her husband was very good to her, and the two incidents that happened recently were really disappointing.

"Okay." Guan Yin was not a fool, and did not expose Sanheng's thoughts. He just picked up the tea, took a sip, and put it down again, "Sanheng, you should also rest more, don't tire yourself out."

In fact, Guan Yin didn't usually care much about drinking tea, but the tea in front of him really wasn't very tasty - the best time to pick tea is around Qingming Festival, and the tea given to Guan Yin was more for tasting quality.

As for the thick leaves now, they are what the original body and Liu Jiaoan can afford to drink.

Good tea needs to be sold. Guan Yin glanced at the water in the cup that even had tea stems in it, and slowly sighed...

Beautiful clouds, beautiful green pines, and beautiful strange rocks. Looking up, red buds and red sun complement each other, and green mountains and blue sky reflect the new clear sky. The chaos has long been cleared, and the pink walls and black tiles are clearly distinguished. It seems that I have seen the green mountains are so charming.

(End of this chapter)