Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

Just as Tao Wangling turned around and was about to leave, Xu Wei suddenly stopped him. When he turned around, he asked again: "Are you serious that you don't want to paint?"

Tao Wangling quickly shook his head.

The abbot read: "Amitabha and the poor monk Guan are two donors who are destined to be part of our Buddhist sect!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I, Xu Wenchang, believe in Taoism and Buddhism all my life. You can call me Qingteng Taoist priest." Xu Wei said with disdain.

"Amitabha, that's so good! I won't disturb the poor monk. I'll come back tomorrow." After the abbot finished speaking, he bowed and left.

"This old monk, this temple seems to be different from before." Xu Wei looked at the abbot with confusion and bowed to exit, feeling that something was wrong.

"I heard from my mother that since Zhen Hong of Yunqi Temple reorganized the Buddhist temples, the atmosphere of the major temples in Shaoxing has changed." Tao Wangling explained to Xu Wei.

"I didn't expect that after staying in prison for several years, everything outside would change drastically." Xu Wei murmured to himself.

Tao Wangling looked at the abbot's room and saw that the room was in a mess, full of drawings. As he looked at it, he was quickly attracted by the "Picture of Black Grapes" hanging on the wall opposite.

When he was about to take a closer look, Xu Wei shouted: "Boy, grind the ink!"

Tao Wangling was startled and did not react for a while.

Xu Wei urged again: "You brat, are you deaf? Hurry up and sharpen your ink!"

"Hey!"

Tao Wangling responded and ran forward to rub the ink without asking any questions. Soon the ink fainted.

Xu Wei took down the painting, spread it on the table, wrote a poem on "Ink Grape Picture":

After half a lifetime, I have become a wealthy man.

The independent study howls in the evening breeze.

There is nowhere to sell the pearls under my pen,

Throw it leisurely among the wild vines.

The final signature: Old Man Ivy.

Tao Wangling read it several times and said, "But this is the abbot's room, not a study. What's more, it's daytime, where is the night breeze coming from?"

"Go away, you people who burn harps and boil cranes, stay here and irritate me!"

Tao Wangling's eyes widened in shock. How could this man fall out so easily?

Tao Wangling, who was kicked out, was helpless. Looking at the ink stains on his hands, he could only sigh and quickly found water to wash his hands, and then walked out calmly.

When they arrived at the Buddhist hall, Tao's mother had finished offering incense and was discussing Buddhism with the abbot. Tao Wangling hurriedly walked over and saluted: "I've met the abbot, mother, I'm back."

"Oh, have you finished talking to Donor Xu?" the abbot asked with a smile.

Tao Wangling nodded, thought for a while and said: "Old man Qingteng has already inscribed a poem on the painting. Master, you can go and have a look."

"It's good, it's good, the painting is there, the poem is there, they won't run away. Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." The abbot said with joy on his face, he shouted "good," and then said. I don't know whether he said it to himself or to their mother and son.

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The abbot talked to Tao's mother for a long time. When Tao's mother said goodbye, the abbot turned to Tao Wangling and said: "I see that you are destined to have a relationship with Almsgiver Xu. He didn't come the day he came earlier, and he left the day he came late. Maybe you guys

There will be intersections in the future."

Tao Wangling said calmly: "Thank you, Abbot!"

After leaving the temple and getting into the car, Tao's mother asked, "Who is the donor Xu mentioned by the abbot?"

"Mother is Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang."

Tao's mother frowned and told her, "Don't have any contact with him in the future."

"Yes, mother." Tao Wangling responded quickly without making any excuses. He knew that Xu Wei's murder of his wife was widely spread in Shaoxing, and many women criticized Xu Wei.

The next day, Xu Wei didn't wake up until noon. The abbot was already waiting aside. Seeing him wake up, he said, "Donor, please wash up and fast."

Xu Wei didn't even look at him. He picked up the vegetarian meal and wolfed it down. After eating, he put the bowl down and said, "Old monk, it's time for me to go."

"Thank you for the gift of ink. There are some expenses here, so please accept it!" The abbot took out a money bag and handed it to Xu Wei with a smile.

Xu Wei didn't refuse. He took it and stuffed it into his waist. He pointed at the "Ink Grape Picture" and then pointed at the drawings scattered on the ground and said: "The poem is also titled. You can take care of these waste papers yourself.

Whether you burn it or sell it, it's enough to cover the cost of accommodation."

The abbot was overjoyed when he heard this and said hurriedly: "Thank you so much, donor!"

Xu Wei smiled casually, waved his hand, and left. For him, money is nothing but dirt, and each of his paintings can help ordinary people live a lifetime. But he is still very poor, because he paints according to his mood.

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Xu Wei left Shaoxing and sailed all the way north. One day when he came to Changzhou, he got excited and shouted: "Shipman, stop, stop!"

The boatman was confused: "Sir, everyone is on their way. We haven't reached the dock yet, how can we stop?"

Xu Wei ignored him. Seeing that the boatman and everyone else were unwilling, he rolled up his sleeves, took off his robe, and was about to jump into the river. Fortunately, the person next to him had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed him.

Seeing that he was so desperate, the boatman had to stop the boat to let him off. Xu Wei laughed loudly, took out the money given by the abbot and threw it over, saying: "Wait for me, and you will all share the money. If you don't wait, I will

Let’s go alone! I can’t catch up anyway.”

Seeing that they had money, everyone was not in a hurry. The boatman also quickly assured everyone that they would row faster on the road to make up for the time.

Xu Wei came down and found that the scenery was very different from that on the boat. He was very disappointed. After walking a few steps, he came to a bridge. Not long after, an old farmer walked up to the bridge carrying a load of dung.

He didn't mind the smell either, so he looked at it curiously. Seeing that the old farmer was sweating profusely, he stepped forward and said, "Old man, it's difficult to walk on this bridge. I'll help you carry it across!"

Seeing that he was a gentle man, the old farmer dared to trouble him, but Xu Wei got interested. No matter what you think, you just do it, so the old farmer had no choice but to agree, so the two of them carried a dung bucket across the bridge.

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After crossing the bridge, the old farmer thanked me profusely and said, "Excuse me, scholar..."

Before the old farmer finished speaking, Xu Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his hand: "I'm very tired. I can't lift that bucket anymore. Please try your best!"

After saying that, he left straight away, got on the boat and left. The old farmer was left alone, dumbfounded.

The ship continued northward and soon passed Zhenjiang, crossed the Yangtze River and arrived in Yangzhou, where it docked at the pier.

Xu Wei got off the boat and was wandering around boredly. Passing by an inn, he suddenly heard someone chanting:

"The Ryukyu sword shines in the water and does not wear embroidery purple for three years.

When exchanging money, the solution is to hang in the market. I am more valuable than others and there is no market.

This knife is quite straightforward, so you won’t feel anxious about changing money.

When a guest asked how much this knife was worth, Guangzhou Wuge flew into the light rain.

Nowadays, I don’t want to compete for the market, but I will stop losing Sange money.

Thousands of people turned to the sword and broke their toes.

If you don’t eat for one day, you will be hungry. What will happen if you don’t eat for two days?

But he went to another county to sue the chief, and he stopped to treat his close friend in the past.

I have always had Meng Chang's heart in my life, and today I think about it, Corporal."

After hearing this poem, Xu Wei felt in a trance, as if he had returned to the turbulent era 27 years ago, when he was still a passionate young man.