After a day of traveling, Dong Rong and Silly Zhu'er were very tired, and after dinner, they hastily washed the dishes and chopsticks and climbed onto the kang and fell asleep. Early the next morning, the two went out with Liu's sister-in-law as usual, and then went directly to the city.

Dong Rong's customized copper box was very simple, and the blacksmith made it in one night, and when Dong Rong came to the door, he ordered the little apprentice to push the cart and directly deliver the goods to the small courtyard outside the city.

Dong Rong took a stupid pillar to fill water and sprinkle saltpeter powder, and it took a long time to make most of the boxes of ice cubes. Dong Rong commanded the stupid pillar to smash a corner of ice with a wooden hammer, and then smashed it into fine pieces and put it in a pottery bowl, and poured a spoonful of honey and dozens of cooked sesame seeds at the end, and a simple bowl of shaved ice was ready. The ice is crushed and transparent, poured with golden honey and black sesame seeds, and just looking at it makes people salivate and drool.

Silly Zhu was busy all morning, and it was so hot that when he saw Dong Rong bring the ice bowl to him, he scooped a big spoonful and swallowed it into his stomach without thinking about it. Cold, sweet, fragrant, the three flavors are mixed in one place, slowly sliding down the throat, and even if there is more heat accumulated in the heart, it will disappear without a trace in an instant. Silly Zhu couldn't help but smile and squint, and ate one bite after another.

Dong Rong's current physique is not as healthy as in her previous life, and she doesn't dare to eat more cold food even if it is hot, so she only tastes a few bites and pours the remaining crushed ice in her bowl to Silly Zhu. Seeing that he was eating so sweetly, he smiled and said, "Now the materials are not complete, so I can only make this simplest ice bowl, and when the cherries and peaches are ripe in the future, I will make fruit shaved ice for you to eat, which tastes better." ”

Silly Zhu nodded with a smile and responded, "This is the best." ”

Dong Rong had no intention of arguing with him, looking up at the sun hanging high, hoping that it would come out on duty diligently every day. It is best to spend two days of Qingming Festival and the sun is shining, so that when the eighth Buddha's birthday is born in early April, she can go to the temple fair.

Mountaineering is a hard job, and if you see cool and thirst-quenching shaved ice, no one will be stingy to buy a bowl of copper coins.

Xu is God also thinks that it is too much to throw a little girl from the modern era to this different time and space where birds do not lay eggs, and he is eager to make up for it. Therefore, in the past few days, it has urged the sun to come out on duty every day, even during the Qingming Festival, there was not a drop of rain, and the earth in April was steamed and roasted by three points hotter than the scorching heat in August.

However, such abnormal weather did not cause the people to complain. The wealthy in the city have their own ice cubes to cool off the heat, and the merchants and small traders are also rejoicing in the hot sale of fans, tulle and cotton that they have prepared in advance. Outside the city

The farmer almost knelt down to thank him, not to mention that the wheat in the field had been harvested well, and the buds and seeds planted earlier had also broken the ground and germinated, and two leaves sprang out when he saw it.

As the old saying goes, there are seedlings that don't worry about growing. Now that the seedlings are out neatly, there must be a big harvest in the autumn.

Dong Rong has been basking in the sun for the past few days, and she is also smiling with joy, which makes Cao Pozi often gouge out her eyes, and even reprimanded her a few words on the day of the Qingming Festival to worship her ancestors. Dong Rong thought that the business was about to start, and she didn't want to provoke her to get in the way, so she didn't reply for half a sentence, just bowed her head and answered a few words.

I don't want her to fall into the eyes of Old Man Cao, but she has become sensible and knowledgeable, and she scolded Mrs. Cao for treating her daughter-in-law better. Mrs. Cao was so angry that she almost suffered internal injuries, but since then, she has not been looking for her daughter-in-law's stubble.

Finally, the eighth day of the fourth month finally arrived. This morning, Dong Rong made breakfast and changed into the new dress sent by Aunt Cao, and her hair was tied with a simple and tight nest of silk with a blue cloth belt.

Peasant women usually stay at home to take care of the children and the elderly, and occasionally do some needlework to supplement the family, only this day in the year has the opportunity to go to the temple fair, kowtow to the Buddha a few heads to bless the family is safe and sound. Therefore, if there is no major event in the family that cannot be separated from the body, the average old man will not stop his daughter-in-law and daughter from going out, otherwise it will inevitably leave a mean reputation if it is spread.

According to Mrs. Cao's thoughts, she really wanted to leave her daughter-in-law to do housework, so she took her daughter for a walk. It's a pity that Sister Cao made an appointment with her little daughter-in-law who is usually good on weekdays, and Second Sister Cao is sick again, so she had to pretend to be generous and allow Dong Rong to go out.

Dong Rong is not that stupid person, and at breakfast, in front of the family, she said that she wanted to come back for the second sister Cao to pray for a peace charm to bless her with a speedy recovery. These words are in line with Old Man Cao's intentions, that is, Mrs. Cao's face is much better, and she has told the stupid pillar to protect Dong Rong, if you can grab the front to give the Buddha incense.

April is a good time for the grass to grow and the warbler to fly. The wheat in the field has long been cut cleanly, leaving clumps of wheat stubble with a withered yellow color, and the buds between the wheat ridges that have stretched out their waists are even more verdant. A few birds flew over the field in their company, occasionally falling to eat a few grains of wheat that had fallen into the soil, and from time to time they raised their heads and cried a few times with pleasure and joy.

In her previous life, Dong Rong had never returned to her hometown since she entered the city to study, and such an idyllic scenery had long been buried deep in her memory. One moment she picked up a small stone and threw it into the field to startle many birds, and then she grabbed the early-blooming wildflowers by the roadside and put them in her mouth, like a naughty child who had not been out for many days, and refused to be honest for a moment.