Chapter 11 Chapter Three

Ferryman. From this shore to the other shore. In the middle is the red dust. Xu Xian got up early to deliver the medicine.I asked the pharmacy to hire a small boat, and the person in charge of the pharmacy said to him, "Hanwen, you can use this boat, but I can't borrow manpower to row it for you." Xu Xian is written in Chinese, lost his parents, had a sister in his family, and his sister got married, so he had another brother-in-law.The neighbors have seen him growing up to this day, and they are very familiar with him.He has no other hobbies, but reading and picking herbs, so his brother-in-law entrusted someone from the yamen to introduce him to a pharmacy as a small pharmacy officer.

He is simple and honest, but he is very popular.Everyone knows that he likes to collect all kinds of herbs, and they know a little about the medicinal properties of various herbs, so they call him to do things if they have nothing to do.He never gave up, and as time passed, he became more popular. Therefore, today when I asked the person in charge of the pharmacy to borrow a boat, the person agreed as soon as he heard it, but he hesitated whether Xu Xian could row a boat. "Sir, it's a coincidence that the previous master Zhuang took me to gather medicine, and he was rowing all the way. He was old and couldn't use strength, so he taught me, and Xiaosheng learned a little bit."

"That's very good, you just go and get it," the shopkeeper came back and said, "Take your umbrella, there are unpredictable things." Xu Xian thought, since the weather is fine today, it should not rain.Second, even if you carry it by your side, if you need to paddle with both hands, you have no time to hold it.However, it is inconvenient for me to refuse my husband's kindness.Immediately took over the umbrella in charge of the family, politely resigned and left. No rain, no shade.Xu Xian opened the umbrella, made by the Shu family, eighty-four bones, purple bamboo handle, good umbrella.

Good umbrella. The spring is brilliant, and the tourists are like ants.Xu Xian rowed the boat with great interest. The mountains and rivers in front of me are broad and clear. No wonder the poets of the dynasty waved their brushes and said: While paddling, he couldn't move more than ten feet, and saw two people looking at the shore from a distance, Xu Xian was afraid that they were going to take a boat, so he rowed over. According to his temperament, he has always been convenient for others and convenient for himself. The people on the bank shouted: "Benefactor, benefactor, can you take us across the river? Benefactor!"

Xu Xian rowed over and saw two big and small masters with strange faces. The great monk's face is not angry but majestic, with an extraordinary bearing between his brows. The little monk smiled like a little Maitreya Buddha. It is Fahai and Nengren.