I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Chapter 16 Steamed Bun
It was only at this time that Song Yushan realized that maybe, probably, their big white goose was still a book lover.

She really deserves to be a goose who grew up in their Song family!
Song Yushan didn't bother it, and sat at the counter and ate the buns.

Not to mention, the strange look of the big white goose sniffing books is quite a meal.

The big white goose sniffed, and found that there was an extra alluring smell in the fragrance of ink, squinting and looking for it...

"What do you want to do?" Song Yushan tightly held the oiled paper bag in his hand.

The big white goose opened one eye: "!!!"

When did she come back?

What is that, it smells so good!Suck~
Song Yushan looked at the big white goose, then at the bun in his hand, raised his eyebrows: "Want to eat?"

The big white goose nodded frantically.

Song Yushan ate the last bun in a few bites: "Today we will start learning from the word bun."

Big White Goose: "..."

"Good study, I'll buy you a steamed stuffed bun for breakfast tomorrow." Song Yushan said.

The big white goose is eager to try!
Song Yushan moved down an old sand table from the attic.

This was made by her father for her to play with when she was a child, when her hands and feet were weak and she couldn't hold the brush steadily.

She put the sand tray on the floor beside the counter, then took a large piece of paper, and wrote down the eight words "baozi, meat, vegetables, noodles, eggs, water, bran, goose" on it.

"Today is a special session on food vocabulary." Song Yushan hung the paper on the side of the counter and taught it to recognize one by one. While reading, he also used a bamboo stick to draw strokes on the sand table.

"steamed stuffed bun!"

"quack!"

"steamed stuffed bun!"

"quack!"

"meat!"

"Gah!"

……

"The lacquer wind blows backwards in Xuanye, and the fireflies make the grass stick to the curtain again." A scholar in plain robes mulled over his poems in a low voice and walked towards the bookstore.

A loud "ga" suddenly pulled him out of the bleak artistic conception of the poem, and he felt a sense of confusion that he didn't know what day and night it was.

The half-stepped foot stayed in mid-air, did he go to the wrong place?
How can there be geese in such an elegant place as a bookstore?

"Ahem, Master Yang is looking for books again?" Song Yushan asked.

Master Yang cupped his hands and saluted: "I have a new line of poetry, and I can't figure out how to correct it. Come to the bookstore to have a look. Miss Song, what is this?"

"I have nothing to do, I'm teaching my geese to read!" Song Yushan said, "Master is also a regular visitor, and the poems and books are all over there. You can go and read it yourself, and I won't bother you any more."

"Yes!" Master Yang cupped his hands again, and went to the place where the poems and books were placed.

It's just that the steps are really slow, and I didn't care about being rude, so I turned around and peeked several times out of curiosity.

Miss Song's family is really weird, she can teach a goose to practice calligraphy, and it doesn't look like she is playing around.

"Okay, Dabai, I have taught you several times, and now I will test how you recognize it. I say, you use your mouth to point out the corresponding words on the paper."

"Gah!"

"Goose!"

"Gah!"

"meat!"

"Gah!"

……

"Not bad, not bad, all right, now let's learn to write these characters!"

"Gah!"

……

Master Yang came here to find a book, but now he was distracted by that man and goose, and his mind was full of "quack quack".

But because of the distance, I can't see it clearly. I don't know if the goose has really learned it, so I am very curious.

After dawdling for a long time, I found a collection of poems with a similar style, and hurried to the counter to check out.

"Sincerity, half hanging money." Song Yushan said.

This book is printed by my own bookstore, which is cheaper.

"Master Yang?" Seeing that Master Yang hadn't moved for a long time, Song Yushan yelled again.

"Huh?" Master Yang was taken aback.

"Chenghui, half a penny or half a tael of silver," Song Yushan repeated.

Master Yang quickly took out half a tael of silver, put it on the counter, picked up the collection of poems, and ran away.

After walking out of Osmanthus Alley, he was still immersed in the shock of Goose writing.

And that attitude towards calligraphy is even more upright than that of the little boy in the school. Comparing the two, Master Yang just wants to say: Humans are not as good as geese!
But geese can write, so is the ghost story not just a legend?

Alas, he should choose another strange story to go back and study it carefully!Now it is not easy to go back, today is too rude!
In the bookstore, Song Yushan was secretly amused, how could she not know that Master Yang was peeking at her big white goose?
Master Yang, named Yang Xuan, is from Xiaocha Township in the south of Fushui County.

Yang Xuan had little fame, and later offended the nobles in the county and city, and had no way to advance. He was wasted until he was 20 years old, and he simply returned to his hometown the year before last.

Fortunately, there is land at home, so I can count on food and clothing.

Now he works as a master in the Meng School in the county, and rents a house by the Fushui in the south of the city. He is considered one of the best single youths in the county.

However, because the girls of his age were either already married, or he didn't like them, so they never got married.

It is said that this man wants to find a woman who can hold a case with him, recite poems and paint pictures.

At the beginning, her father also had the idea of ​​choosing a husband for her, and Mrs. Yang was one of the choices, but Song Yushan didn't quite adapt to the concept of a woman in this world who should be a husband and a child, and she didn't want to get married, so she set up a female household.

This Mr. Yang, his father's evaluation of him is polite, and now it seems that he is still a curious person!

Song Yushan thought to himself.

*
This day until noon, no second person came to the door.

Today's literacy task was completed very well, and Song Yushan was very pleased: "I'm going to my mother-in-law's place to practice stick skills in the afternoon. You stay at home and review the words you learned today. There is a sandy field in the backyard, which is enough for you. Alright, tomorrow morning I'll check the characters I learned today, and when I know it, I'll buy you a meat bun."

The big white goose expressed his understanding, and he will eat the buns tomorrow!
Song Yushan felt relieved to keep it at home, and went out by himself.

I went to Fumanzhai to get lunch, and before leaving, she couldn't help comforting me: "Uncle Jin, people who really care about you won't mind your origin. People can't choose their origin, but they can choose their own origin." No matter what kind of person you become, someone who discriminates against you because you are born special is not a friend you can make friends with."

Jin Da: Surprised!

Is he exposed?
"Don't feel burdened by this. In order to protect yourself, it's okay to lie in good faith." Song Yushan patted him on the shoulder and walked out.

After leaving Fumanzhai, she was still sighing.

Uncle Jin is so optimistic on weekdays, he looks like he has everything to eat and drink, but he didn't expect that there is such an annoying thing as Tianyan that he dare not say.

No wonder I haven't heard of Uncle Jin having any relatives or other friends, maybe it's because of his special eyes!

I just hope that what she said today can make Uncle Jin let go of the grudges in his heart. The sky eye is a gift from heaven, not a symbol of bad luck.

Uncle Jin watched her grow up, and he can be regarded as half of her elders. Seeing how he tried to cover up, she felt very distressed.

She said these words out of comfort, but what happened next completely exceeded her expectations.

(End of this chapter)