Mr. Second Wealth _ Does Mr. Second Wealth have 2k?

This West Lake is really the first fairyland with mountains and water in the world, not to mention the quietness and elegance of Tianzhu. Only this one goes out of Qiantangmen and Shengyin Temple to Su Causeway, with Jinsha Port in the middle.

When you turn around, you can see the Leifeng Tower. In Jingci Temple, there are more than ten miles. It's five steps to the first floor and ten steps to a pavilion. One is a golden platform, one is a bamboo shed, one is a peach blossom willow, and the other is Sang Ma. The green curtain for buying wine is high, the red charcoal for selling tea is full of stoves, and ladies and tourists are in an endless stream. It is really countless "thirty-six flower hotels and seventy-two orchestral buildings".

Mr. Ma Er, alone, took some money, stepped out of Qiantang Gate, drank several bowls of tea in the tea kiosk, and sat down in front of the Shangpailou near the West Lake.

I saw a boat of rural women who came to burn incense, their hair tied to their temples and their clothes were simple. They are all blue and turquoise homespun shirts. When you meet people who like to dress up, they like to wear red silk single-layer skirts.

These rural women are also average-looking, with a big round face like a pie and two high cheekbones. They have been cultivated all the year round and are not well maintained. There are many scars, scabs and pits on their faces, just like the surface of the moon.

After dinner, five or six ships docked. Those women followed their men, holding a cloth bag and holding an oil-paper umbrella. After landing, they went to the temple separately.

Mr. Ma Er looked at these tourists and didn't pay much attention. He walked a lot and his stomach was growling. He walked a lot out of the teahouse and looked at several restaurants by the lake. Fat mutton hung, hot hooves, sea cucumbers, bad ducks and fresh fish were placed on the plates on the counter, wonton was in the pot, and huge steamed buns were on the steamer. Mr. Ma Er had no money to buy food, so he took a look at his saliva and turned to the snack bar next door to buy noodles for sixteen yuan (about four yuan today). After eating, he was not full, so he went to the tea shop next door and bought a piece (similar to today's salted dried bamboo shoots) for two yuan to chew. After eating, I saw two boats tied under the Liu Yin by the West Lake, where the female guests changed clothes. One took off Yuan Xuan's coat and put on a paddy field cloak. (Note: It is similar to today's high-grade silk coat). One took off his sky-blue coat and put on a jade embroidered eight-ball suit. A middle-aged man took off his sapphire forged silk shirt and replaced it with a shirt embroidered with sky blue satin and gold. Those female guests who followed, a dozen people also changed their clothes. Three female guests, one in front of the other maid, covered the sun with a black gauze fan and walked slowly ashore. The white light of pearls on her head is far away, and the ring on her skirt jingles. Mr. Ma Er walked past with his head down without looking up.

I walked six bridges and turned a corner, just like some villages and towns selling coffins, and I walked a mile or two in the middle, which was very annoying. Mr. Ma Er was about to go back to rest when he met a passerby and asked, Is there any interesting place ahead? Jingci Temple and Leifeng Tower are just around the corner. They are all famous places. After thanking passers-by, Mr. Ma Er intended to pay homage to the imperial book approved by Emperor Injong in Hiram's Hospital, and then came to Hiram's Hospital. The steward asked him for a copper coin, came in, hurriedly adjusted his headscarf, adjusted his sapphire clothes, took out a fan from the shoe bucket as a water board, and made five obeisances to the imperial book respectfully. He made a speech, bowed and stood up. According to the tea seller downstairs, the secretary treated me in the garden next to me today, and the kitchen is behind. Mr. Ma Er looked at the hot bird's nest, sea cucumber and bowls of them in front of him, which was really envious.

When I came to Leifeng Tower, I saw many houses in the distance, covered with glazed tiles and surrounded by scarlet railings. Mr. Ma Er went to the front, but he saw a high mountain gate with a straight plaque that read "Give Jingci Temple". A small door next to the mountain gate, Mr. Ma Er walked in, a spacious big yard, the ground was all paved with water mill bricks, just entering the second mountain gate, there were dozens of extremely high stairs on both sides of the corridor. The female guests of those rich families are in groups of three or five, wearing gorgeous clothes. As soon as the wind blows, the smell of their bodies pierces their nostrils.

Mr. Ma Er is tall, with a big belly and wearing a pair of thick-soled rags, running around in the crowd. Those ladies never look directly at him, and he doesn't look at women.

It happened that there was a plaque on a teahouse at this time-Nanping, which caught the attention of Mr. Ma Er.

The counter in front of the door is full of snacks-orange cakes, sesame cakes, dried bamboo shoots, black dates and boiled chestnuts ... Mr. Ma Er bought a few dollars each and enjoyed the sunset scenery of the West Lake while eating Longjing, which was very pleasant.

On the third day, Mr. Marr plans to go for a walk in Huangchengshan. Huang Chengshan has dozens of steps. Take a deep breath, climb up and you will see the temple in Wu Zixu. Mr. Ma Er bowed quickly and then bypassed the place marked "Pianshiju". Seeing someone praying for immortality very devoutly, I thought, "I'm trapped here now, so I'd better go in and ask about fame and fortune." Just want to go in, I saw someone please fairy success, please the famous Li Qingzhao.

Mr. Ma Er saw them turning around "Li Qingzhao" and hurriedly retreated to the direction of Qiantang River. The road is very busy, selling wine, playing tricks and selling dog skin plasters. The roadside is crowded with people selling jiaozi, noodles, tea and fortune telling. Mr. Ma Er counted carefully. There are more than 30 tea sellers in the whole street, which is very lively.

Walking, Mr. Ma Er saw a fashionable woman coquettishly greeting him for tea. Mr. Ma Er turned his head in disgust and left. He went to a teahouse next door, ordered a bowl of tea, and bought a dozen yuan of sesame cakes to pad his stomach. It is said that there is a bookstore near the Chenghuang Temple, which specializes in "Sanke Cheng Mo versicolor" selected by Mr. Ma Chun (similar to today's "Civil Service Examination Course"). Hearing this, Teacher Ma Er quickly asked the store if this tutorial was going fast. The shopkeeper replied lazily, this kind of tutorial book can't be compared with the textbook.

Mr. Ma Er was cut off, so he had to stop by for a while and get up and go to Qiantang River. It happened that there was no wind on the river today, and the water was like a mirror. Several boats of different sizes were floating on the river, and the sunset dyed the river golden yellow. Mr. Ma Er was shocked, so he just walked up the mountain and planned to enjoy this rare beauty in the pavilion.

On the right, you can see the West Lake, Leifeng District and the pavilions in the lake. Fishing boats in the West Lake float on the water like ducklings, slowly marking water marks on the golden lake. Mr. Ma Er remembered his savings for helping his friends for most of his life, and he felt sad. The beautiful scenery didn't make him feel better.

I feel thirsty when I am bored, so I have to reluctantly go to the teahouse at the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, I drank tea and watched the mountains and water gradually merge into one. From a distance, I could see the mountains across the river, high and low, flickering. I can't help but sigh: It's really "carrying Hua Yue but not heavy, vibrating the rivers and seas without venting, and everything is carried"! (Hua Yue: Huashan. Vibration: restraint) Like Huashan Mountain, it is not heavy to carry mountains, and it is not leaking to accommodate so many rivers, lakes and seas. Everything in the world is carried by it) (from The Book of Rites). Mean).

Longjing here is good. Mr. Ma Er unconsciously drank two bowls and became hungry. There happened to be a villager carrying a lot of pancakes and instant noodles to sell, and there happened to be cooked beef in the basket. Mr. Ma Er quickly bought a dozen dollars to eat, and when he was full, he thought about going to that deserted path again.

Not far away, there are fewer tourists, but the left side is covered with messy weeds, and both sides are covered with weeds. Almost all the places where Mr. Ma Er went these days were crowded with people, so he just came here to be quiet.

So he began to walk up the mountain, only to see all the exquisite and strange rocks along the way. I suddenly saw a crack in the stone and went in to have a look. I saw many ink marks left by celebrities on the stone wall. After a brief look, I don't like it very much (Teacher Ma Er is a typical eight-part essay leader and really hates this kind of poem).

After coming out of the gap, he stepped onto the extremely narrow stone platform and saw a "Dingxian Hall" on it. Mr. Ma Er found it interesting, so he went in to ask for a sign, a future and good or bad luck.

When I was about to go to worship Fairy Ding, I heard someone calling him behind me: If you want to ask me if I am good or bad, why don't you ask me yourself? Mr. Ma Er hurried back and saw a tall and handsome man standing in front of him at the entrance of the ancestral temple with Zhang's legacy. Mr. Ma Er quickly stepped forward to salute and asked, How do you know that something happened to the students? The man replied: since it is fate that Mr. Ma meets the old man, let's go. I'll take him to the apartment to talk. Then I pulled Mr. Ma Er out of here and made a detour to the back of Wu Zixu Temple. Suddenly, Mr. Ma Er opened his eyes and saw a huge garden behind him, which seemed to be inhabited by immortals. Looking at the old man in front of me feels like a fairy. Unconsciously, I thought I met a fairy asking for directions.

To be continued!

The Second Change of Chapter 14 "Ma Xiucai Meets Fairy" in The Scholars.