On the ninth day of December in the forty-fifth year of Kangxi, the old lady was buried after the seventy-seventh day of the weaving mansion. Cao Yin and Cao Yin, father and son, as the eldest sons and grandsons, went north and arrived in Zhili Fengrun on December 27. After burying the coffin of the old Taijun, Cao Yin sent his entourage to retreat first, and he and his son had a conversation in front of the old Taijun's tomb.

"I will send you to Qingliang Temple to practice, and it is also to pray for the old lady's filial piety, and it can also hone your mood!" Cao Yin said with an unquestioning tone.

"Qingliang Temple, practice, filial piety?" Cao Yan was very surprised, he imagined all kinds of encounters when he grew up, but he never thought about the possibility of becoming a monk: "Let me become a monk?" Cao Yan felt funny in his heart, he was lazy, greedy, and impure, where did he have the qualifications to become a monk?

Cao Yin shook his head: "It's not a monk, it's a twenty-seven months of cultivation in the temple." ”

Cao Yan's expression became solemn: "Practice, what does my father want my son to practice?" Is it good to others? ”

Cao Yin looked at Cao Yin's eyes: "The content of the cultivation depends on what is the ambition of the child?" If your ambition is from the text, then the Confucian etiquette and the writings of the sages are your practice; If your ambition is to be martial arts, then "The Art of War" and "Wumu Formation" are your practice. ”

Cao Yin's eyes widened, it seems that Cao Yin wants to strengthen his own education, but if this is the case, is it necessary to do it in the temple

Cao Yin looked at Cao Yin, and for some reason wanted to vomit quickly: "My son's wish is to live to ninety-nine, and to live to ninety-nine freely." The premise is not to be a slave and never put one's surname in the hands of others. ”

Cao Yin was not surprised by Cao Yin's answer, sighed, and muttered: "The young eagle shakes its wings to the sky, and the time is also, and the fate is also!" ”

Cao Yin listened to Cao Yin's mouth of "time and life", and looked at Cao Yin.

Cao Yin smiled bitterly: "You still have a heart disease left by being kidnapped that year, and I can't help you and can't protect you!" You have suffered so much to return to the house, but you no longer waste your time as you used to. Read and practice martial arts, and no one needs to mention half a point. Four years is like a day, rain and snow continue, how tenacious his heart is. ”

According to the funeral, after the death of the old Taijun of the Sun family, Cao Yin and Cao Quan, as sons, should be worried for 27 months. Cao Quan was okay and reported Ding Wei as usual. Cao Yin was robbed of love and recovered after 9981 days of mourning. In order to fulfill his filial piety, Cao Yin sent his son-in-law Cao Yan into Qingliang Temple to pray for the deceased old lady.

In Qingliang Temple, Cao Yan began a slightly long spiritual life.

The content of Cao Yan's practice is not the writings of the sages, nor the military book formation, but the "Biography of the Ministers" extracted from the historical materials of various dynasties and generations. After reading through it three times, Cao Yin asked someone to send "The Biography of Famous Ministers" again. Cao Yan secretly pondered, could it be that his father wanted to cultivate himself into a seedling of a powerful minister, gain insight into the conspiracy from "The Biography of the Minister", and learn the conspiracy from the "Biography of the Famous Minister".

Cao Yan thought about the Qing history he knew, Kangxi ascended the throne when he was young, and he was the most taboo about the ministers. The Kangxi Dynasty can count several powerful ministers, Aobai, Mingzhu, Suo Etu, each of them ended well. According to historical records, Yongzheng is the king of widowhood and luck, and he is the most suspicious of his subordinates, so he set up a sticky rod to secretly monitor hundreds of officials. It was better to go to the Qianlong Dynasty, but Qianlong had been fighting in the early stage, and he was seventy or eighty in the later period, so it was still a matter whether he could live or not.

In Qingliang Temple, the residence is simple, and it is easy to say that there is no one to wait. After all, Cao Yan lived in a dormitory when he was studying in his last life, and his self-care ability is okay. The most unbearable thing for him is that it is a fast meal here, and there is no oil star at all. Cao Yan didn't know if he was a carnivore, but he certainly wasn't a vegetarian. Because he had already made an appointment with Cao Yin, he would not leave Qingliang Temple until he finished his practice. Cao Yan didn't want to lose his words, but he didn't want to be too wronged by himself, so that the animals on the mountain behind Qingliang Temple were unlucky.

With a homemade bow and arrows and a small packet of salt stolen from the kitchen, he went to the back mountain to catch a hare or pheasant, and after roasting it, he made a tooth sacrifice, which became a compulsory course for Cao Yan every once in a while.

Weaving house, study.

Cao Yin looked at Cao Yan's daily life record reported by the secret agent, and there was a little more smile on his face.

I woke up at about a quarter of an hour, washed up for a quarter of an hour, and went to the temple to have a morning class with all the people in the temple. After finishing the morning class at four o'clock, I returned to the courtyard to practice the sword for half an hour. I had breakfast at the hour and started reading at the second hour of the hour. At noon, I went to the back mountain, shot a pheasant, a hare, and shared it with the little monk who went up the mountain to collect firewood.

Zhuang Chang looked at Cao Yin's smile, touched his beard, and nodded a little: "Brother Dongting, in order to prevent the eldest prince from being interfered with by foreign objects, he was sent to Qingliang Temple to practice, and the arrangement is also appropriate." It's just that the eldest prince is vegetarian, Brother Dongting seems to have an impure purpose! ”

Cao Yin saw that Zhuang's common sense was broken, and said with a smile: "This man is thoughtful, young and old, and blindly grants power and strategy, and the surname will inevitably become gloomy." If he didn't arrange it like this, how could he force his surname to be revealed. ”

In April of the forty-sixth year of Kangxi, the West Lake Longjing was collected as tribute tea. Suddenly, the price of Longjing tea rose more than 100 times.

In May of the 47th year of Kangxi, Cao Yin, Jiangning Weaving Mansion, presented two kinds of new tea, of which Fujian tea was named "Tieguanyin" by Kangxi, and Suzhou tea was given the name "Silver Needle".

On December 15, the 47th year of Kangxi, the first batch of pearls bred by female mussels were sent to Taihu Lake. There are 879 pearls, including 55 gold pearls, 136 black pearls, 291 pink pearls, and the rest are white jewels. If it is divided according to the fineness, there are 16 first-class beads, 52 second-class beads, 177 third-class beads, and the rest are loose beads.

Each pearl color is divided into small boxes according to color, and then divided into different compartments according to grade.

The number of pearls is not much, but Cao Yin and Zhuang Chang are full of emotion.

"I really didn't expect that the artificial pearl farming that this eldest prince said would be small. Don't hide it from Dongting, when I heard it, I felt incredible. Zhuang Chang took a pearl and put it in front of him to look at it carefully.

Cao Yin looked at the boxes containing pearls in front of him, but his heart was already turbulent. After sending Cao Yin to Qingliang Temple, Cao Yin once asked someone to move the books in his study to his own place to read them one by one, although occasionally a few books mentioned overseas, but only three or two sentences, and there was no book at all that mentioned the method or allusion of raising pearls.

Qingliang Temple, the slope of the back mountain.

Behind the bushes, two little heads came together, staring at the clearing not far away. In the clearing, a round basket was erected, and golden millet was scattered below, and in mid-air, several birds and finches circled.

It was a cold winter, and there were two heavy snowfalls, and the hares and pheasants in the back mountains were almost extinct. Cao Yan ate seven or eight meals in a row, and began to play the idea of sparrows. Just follow what I knew in the books of my previous life, and start this simple trap. In Qingliang Temple for two years, Cao Yan's surname is more calm, if it is not for the fact that he goes to the back mountain to catch rabbits and chickens every three or five times, he will think that his state of mind is seventy or eighty.

There is no fine clothes and food, and there is no interpersonal contact, and the words of Qingliang Temple are monotonous and boring. If it weren't for the chance acquaintance of the little monk Zhiran, Cao Yan would have doubted whether his language function had deteriorated. Some nights, Cao Yan lay in bed and fell into deep thought, thinking back to his life in the Qing Dynasty in the past few years, always working hard, but unable to do anything. always wants to control his own destiny, but he has to rely on the Cao family. Cao Yin had already warned him that entering Beijing meant leaving the protection of the Cao family, and the capital was a world completely different from Jiangning.

"Master Cao, the finches are on the ground, there are five in total!" Zhiran lowered his voice and said with a little excitement.

Cao Yan looked at it, and there were still a few sparrows that hadn't landed: "Wait!" ”

When the finches also landed on the ground and ate the millet on the ground, Cao Yan moved the hemp rope in his hand, and the small branches supporting the basket on the other side fell, except for the one on the side, all the other sparrows were detained in the basket.

Although Zhiran ate meat, he refused to kill even if he was killed, so the errand of cooking sparrows fell to Cao Yan. Zhiran turned his head, closed his eyes, and said:

Contemplation of the Bodhisattva. When doing deep Prajnaparamita. See that the aggregates are empty. Survive all suffering. Relic seeds. The color is not different from the emptiness. Empty and not discolored. Color is emptiness. Emptiness is color. The same is true of what you want to do. Relic seeds. It is the voidness of all laws. Immortal and immortal. Not dirty, not clean. Neither increase nor decrease. It's in the air.

After a while, Cao Yan finished concocting nine sparrows according to the method of calling flower chickens. The leisurely fragrance amused Zhiran to open his eyes, and looked at Cao Yan brightly: "Master Cao, can you eat it?" ”

Cao Yan smiled and asked: "This sparrow is an odd number of nine, the little monk has less precepts, is it good to eat one less?" ”

Zhiran's face was solemn, and his hands were folded: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, I don't enter the region, who enters the region!" As he spoke, he picked up a sparrow and started moving his hands.

Cao Yan couldn't help laughing, after living for two lifetimes, a monk friend made such a friend, he was not very old, but he was not a mortal.

On January 20 of the 48th year of Kangxi, Cao Yan's filial piety expired, left Qingliang Temple, and returned to the weaving house.

Seeking to live in the middle, Huixin and Dark Xiang were released to marry two years ago, and now it is Amethyst who has brought two little maids to look at the house. Amethyst had vowed not to marry before the old Taijun died, and after the old Taijun died, Cao Yan saw that she was unwilling to marry, and there were no relatives outside the house, so he arranged for her to seek her own home. For Huixin to be willing to marry, married to the son of the concierge in the house, Cao Yan felt a little uncomfortable, although he did not have the idea of establishing a stallion harem, but the heart of the personal maid was not in his little master, which somewhat hurt his self-esteem.

On the eighth day of the second month of the 48th year of Kangxi, Cao Yin was alone in the study, raising his pen and writing, Cao Yin, the envoy of Jiangning Weaving and Tongzheng Sitong, played solemnly:

Sincerely, St. Ann.

The ministers heard that the Holy Eucharist was safe, and comforted the hope of hundreds of millions of people, and all the subjects danced with joy and celebrated without borders.

Again, Liang Jiugong passed on the decree, Fumeng's holy oracle was earnest, and the ministers admired it.

The minister has a son, and this year he will be ordered to go to Beijing on an errand. When it comes to this, they are all blessed by the grace of the Lord, and they are overwhelmed with admiration. But the ministers were sent to the errands, and they didn't dare to get out, and they only looked at the clouds, soothed their hearts, and thanked the emperor.

At present, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and Yangzhou is evenly adjusted, the vegetables and wheat are long, and the people are happy to live and work, but the price of rice is slightly more expensive in the New Year, and each stone is one or two two or three dollars, and the spring water will accumulate in the future, and the merchant ships will run everywhere, and the price may be flat. I would like to present the record of the first moon and rain in Jiangning and Yangzhou to the imperial view, and I will beg for wisdom.