Chapter 216 Zhenghong flag (6)

With laughter, a section of the rainbow radiates and moves forward.The vermilion hat knot was shining, the blue satin cap was shining, a big pearl on the brim was shining, Erlan Tuanlong's satin squirrel robe was shining, the beige satin waistcoat was shining, and the snow-green The purse glowed behind him, and the powder-soled official boots shone.Everyone blocked the rainbow, greeted and greeted, only then did they see a plump, white face with delicate features, and a pair of dark smiling eyes, all of which were also shining.I couldn't make out what he said, although his voice was clear.His words are often interrupted by his hahaha and ahhh; his snow-white teeth are shining brightly.

The light came into the house, walked to the kang, and shone on my face.Hahaha, good!it is good!He didn't want to sit down, and he didn't want to take a sip of tea. With his white, fat and smooth hands, he casually took out a two tael bank note from his pocket and placed it beside me.His thumb is wearing a jade wrench①, which emits a soft and moist luster.it is good!OK!Hahaha!With the laughter, the brilliance moved out.No, no, no!Hahaha!Laughing, he reached the street gate.Smiling, he stepped onto the edge of the car.The whip cracked lightly, the wheels turned, thump, thump, thump...The laughter faded away, and the car left the alley, leaving some flying dust behind it.

My aunt hurried back and stood in front of the kang, staring blankly at the bank note, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.When everyone came back, she said, "Uncle Ding, Uncle Ding! How did he come? Where did he hear about it?" Everyone wanted to say something, but they couldn't remember what to say.We haven't seen such a decent sedan in our alley.We have never received the "Xi Jing" of two taels of silver - at that time, two taels of silver could eat a table of high-end banquets!My father regretted it: "Look, why did I forget to pay him New Year's greetings this year? What's the matter?"

"You didn't go to celebrate the New Year, who did he listen to?" The aunt still asked the old question. "Don't worry," mother comforted father, "since he's here, he must not be picky! Uncle Ding is a man who can hold a boat in his belly!" "Who did he listen to?" the aunt asked again. No one could answer my aunt's question, so she went back to her room silently, a little admiring and jealous at the same time.Reluctantly lighting up the orchid cigarette, she kept scolding the baldy thief. Didn't my great-grandmother go to Yunnan and other places with a Manchu official?His official seal① is Dinglu.He has several names: Zifeng, Yuzhai, Fuchen, Shaofu, and sometimes calls himself Old Man Shuangqing, even though he is just over twenty years old.As soon as he was six years old, he was taught by three famous Confucian scholars, one taught Manchu, one taught Confucianism and history, and the other taught Chinese poetry and prose.Leaving aside how big the house is, just talking about the study room has six rooms with corridors.There is an exquisite small rockery outside the study, and the old man Shuangqing went to the top of the mountain to get a big roof when he was happy.There are peony ponds and peony ponds in front of the mountain, and Artemisia annua and Rabbit grass grow in every spring, which are quite lush; Peonies and peonies have been pulled out by the "old man" long ago to see if they can still bloom when they leave the soil.In front of the powder wall at the east end of the study, there is a green bamboo planted, and at the west end there is a redbud.Bamboo and Bauhinia are still alive.Several children of Manchu officials and two or three children of wealthy Han families all came here to study.Some of them were selected as scholars, and some got errands. Only the old man Shuangqing was outstanding in learning and could sing the whole "Selling a Horse with a Mace", both civil and military.He is talented.He likes to write, and when he is happy, he asks Shutong to study a large bowl of ink for him to write three-foot-sized blessing characters and longevity characters, and reward his classmates; Powerfully written, only occasionally missing two strokes, or adding one stroke.He also loves poetry.As soon as the inspiration came, he wrote a sentence and ordered the students to make up the rest.He didn't learn Manchu, and he didn't learn Chinese well, but he was confident that as long as he exerted himself, he would learn all of them immediately, so he didn't rush to exert himself for the time being.He also occasionally memorized one or two famous sentences in ancient Chinese prose, such as "the sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky", and he can quote it at any time and export it into words.Because of his enthusiasm, he is interested in all kinds of academics and theories, and he is willing to associate with all kinds of people.He considers himself a new-style bannerman, cultured and magnanimous.He even sympathized with Kang and Liang's reform ideas and methods.He has a kind heart, as long as someone is willing to call "Master", he is willing to reward money.

He didn't know whether his father was richer or worse than his grandfather.He didn't know how much they left him.For the monthly income and expenditure, he only listens to a word from the manager.He doesn't bother to ask the value of everything, as long as he loves it, he is willing to spend any money to buy it.Since he was a child, he has used gold, silver and agate jade as toys, so he does not know that they are valuables.Therefore, many monks and Taoist priests said that he has immortal roots, has a bright future, and is at ease.Whenever he saw others worrying about life, he thought it must be narrow-minded and not good at extricating himself.

He seems to remember, but doesn't seem to remember much, what are the advantages and disadvantages of his ancestors, and how to pick up those ingots.He only felt that he had been wrapped in silk and satin since he was born, and served by male and female servants, all because of his great blessings and great fortune.He had to admit that he was a Manchu, but he was not overly proud of it. He sometimes made up some mean jokes to ridicule the Bannermen.He vaguely felt that he was a special kind of person unprecedented in history. He could not only remember a few Manchu characters, but also compose a line or two of Chinese poems, and he could become a saint and a Buddha with just a little effort.He has not been able to achieve fame, and it seems that he has no intention of spending money to donate some official title. He is willing to be carefree, as leisurely and busy as the clouds and flowing water.

His relationship with us is quite interesting.Although my great-grandmother helped in his house, we were not his slaves.His grandfather, father, and my grandfather, father, are always so intermittently somewhat related, but not much related.Until he became a family, this relationship has not been severed.When we go to see him, he may or may not meet him, it all depends on whether he is happy or not.If he has a whim, maybe he will come and see us.This time he came to congratulate him, and we found out later that it was because he himself had a baby girl who was also born in the twelfth lunar month, one day earlier than me.He was very happy, and felt that only his husband and wife would have a baby girl in the world, and no one else would have this ability and blessing.Probably the shopkeeper Lao Wang of Bianyifang sent the bill to a given house, and leaked the news: on the day of offering sacrifices to the stove, at that time, a Wenqu star or broom star was born in a poor bannerman's family.

Yes, old shopkeeper Wang and the steward of Dingzhai are quite friendly.Whenever Uncle Ding wanted to eat smoked chicken or roast duck, the manager always took care of shopkeeper Wang, and shopkeeper Wang always sent two or three, and recorded four or six on the account.When it comes time to pay the bills on New Year's Day, even if the bills are paid in three or four bills, the treasurer Wang and the managers will still get some benefits.Shopkeeper Lao Wang was sometimes condemned by his conscience, thinking that he was not honest, but the manager told him: Think about it, if I only owe you a tael of silver per section, how can I repay the account to the uncle?The uncle would say: Why, I owe him one or two based on my status?Nothing!not return!Let me tell you, the old shopkeeper, you have to open at least ten taels to look good!After receiving this bit of education, the old shopkeeper was no longer condemned by his conscience, and spent his money with peace of mind.Uncle Ding saw me and remembered me.Yes, when I was seven years old and no one thought that I should go to school, it was thanks to him that he suddenly came to my house on a whim.Haha a few times, ah ah a few times, he dragged me to a reformed private school, told me to kowtow to Confucius and the teacher.He paid the first tuition fee for me.The next day, he sent someone to deliver a tube of "Articles and Yipin", a piece of "Gentleman's Style", three small books, ① and a foot of blue cloth—I can't figure out whether they are used as schoolbags or asked me to make them. A trousers coat.

No matter how much my aunt and others value Uncle Ding's presence, I always think it is more meaningful for Jin Si to congratulate his uncle. In Beijing, or elsewhere, it was the Muslims who were most oppressed by the Manchu rulers.Taking Uncle Jin Si's body as an example, in my opinion, he should at least be a champion in martial arts.He is really good at wrestling at close range, punching at medium distance, and kicking at long distance. Really, ten or eight strong boys don't want to get close to his body.How respectable, how clean, how neat he was!There is no extra flesh on his Huang Jingzi's face, but it shines everywhere; every cloudy day, I like to look at his face more.He is clean, not to mention his clothes, even the case where he cuts meat has been scrubbed so that the pattern of wood is exposed.When I go shopping, I always like to buy mutton or sesame seed cakes from him. His place is so refreshing that I believe that if Beijing is under his control, there will be no wind and three feet.He is neat, no matter what he does, he is light and crisp; yes, as long as I meet him, I will ask him to "raise high".He held my armpits with both hands and called out "Get up", and I ascended to the sky in one step and rose into the air.After experiencing this kind of ecstatic activity, even if others subsidize me with a few iron broad beans, I would not agree to "hold it high"!

I can't understand: why the emperors are so hard on the Hui people!Yes, the Muslims in Beijing can only sell mutton, bake sesame seed cakes, and do small business, at most they open a small halal restaurant.I once asked Fourth Uncle Jin: "Uncle Fourth, why don't you become the No. Then one day, I will become the champion of martial arts! Baldy, look, am I not eating a piece of money right now?" I don't quite understand this answer.After careful study with my mother, I couldn't come to a conclusion for a long time.Mother said: "Yes, let's greet him, and he will also greet him, isn't he the same as us? But why..."

I also studied with the second brother Fu Hai, and the second brother admired the fourth uncle Jin very much, and said: "I am afraid it is because of the religion①? But, the ancient Muslim religion is an ancient religion, as good as Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism." what!" At that time, I didn't understand what Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism were all about, and I didn't understand what my second brother said.It seems that the second brother has no objection to making friends with the fourth uncle Jin anyway. On the day of my full moon, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone had already talked about Uncle Ding's history and characteristics, and there was nothing to add. Uncle Jin came.Everyone was not surprised, just like when Uncle Ding arrived.If everyone thinks that Uncle Ding fell from the sky, they feel that it should be so for the arrival of Jin Siba, which is very kind.Yes, his words are almost exactly the same as ours, except that he sometimes uses a few Hui people's unique nouns.Our unique nouns, such as Niulu, Jiala, Gege①②... He not only understands them all, but also uses them very correctly.Some of the ones we use both in Manchu and Chinese, such as "Niulu" are also called "Zuoling", but he prefers to speak Manchu.Therefore, everyone is not very surprised that he has a share of money and food.Of course it is inconvenient for us to mention this matter face to face, but sometimes he says it out of his own accord and finds it ridiculous, and he laughs heartily for a while.He sent two hanging coins and wished me a long life.Everyone who gave up their seats gave up their seats, and those who offered tea handed over tea.However, he would not drink our tea.He strictly obeyed the rules, which made us respect him more, and we all felt that although he had a share of money, he was still a real good guy.Yes, when there is no intercourse with each other, different rules and customs make each other discriminate against each other.When they became friends with each other, they were praised by each other for strictly abiding by the rules.My mother even suggested: "Uncle Si, I'll keep that teacup with a handle for you just for you, and don't allow others to touch it, so you will probably drink our tea?" Uncle Si also answered well: " No! I’ll bring a bowl by myself tomorrow, and keep it here!” The fourth uncle has a good voice and can sing a few lines of “Sanniang Teaching the Son”②.Although he couldn't play the huqin, everyone felt sorry for him: "With this voice, if I invite a famous teacher to teach me, I will definitely become a famous actor!" However, he couldn't ask a famous teacher.So I had no choice but to shout a few words happily while walking at the root of the city. Today, because of the excitement, everyone begged him to entertain him for a while. "Hey! I can say a few words!" Uncle Jin said with a smile.However, before he could wait any longer, he had already sung "Xiaodongren". At that time, I didn't know how to listen to operas, let alone comment, and I couldn't tell how Jin Si sang.However, I still feel strangely proud: my auspicious full moon day was celebrated by Hui friends.