In the blink of an eye, the New Year's Festival is approaching, and the newly replaced tenants in the public estate fields have long been safe, just waiting for the spring to turn over the soil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cloth sent by Feng Ling to the Zhichong Prefecture Office for selection was also sent over early, just as she wished, the cloth needed by the officials in the coming year was dominated by Gu Fang, accounting for seventy percent of the total needs.

In this way, the wind spirit also settled down and happily prepared for the trivial matters of the New Year. The merchants who came and went in the market and the long-distance trafficking were gone, but because the New Year was approaching, the business in the city was booming.

Feng Ling led Ah Mi to buy in the market every day, sewed new clothes, made new head and face jewelry, and personally bought seventy or eighty sheep and a hundred geese from the herdsmen outside the city, and distributed them one by one to the family, so that they could take them home for the New Year.

It was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and his hands did not stop, and the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month was in front of him.

From this day to Shangyuan, led by Kang Dazhi, the big merchants in the city took turns to fund, or invited the opera people to dance the opera, or invited the monks and laymen in the temple to speak, or invited the sound of the temple to dance and music to perform the story of the scriptures, or invited the Hai You to do a hundred opera songs and dances, and the people in the city were given a lively day by day.

Because they are all rich in the city, and they are willing to invest in some things that should have been undertaken by the officials, the officials are rarely allowed to come forward to entertain, which can be regarded as having fun with the people, and secondly, they should also thank the giants for their boldness.

Feng Ling was able to be the east in the first year, and Kangda Zhixing was partial and arranged the day for her to be the east on the first day of the first month.

According to her temperament, she should have invited a hundred operas, which was lively and joyful enough, and Mrs. Mi Shi, who favored Kang Dazhi, strongly persuaded her to invite the eldest disciple who presided over the Fachang Temple to come to the vulgar lecture.

Feng Ling was bored to listen to those stories of karma in the year, and he didn't want to brush off Mi's kindness, so he thought of a compromise and asked the sound in the Fachang Temple to perform the scriptures instead. In this way, Mi is happy, and Suo Liangyin also loves to watch those dance music, which could not be better.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, although there were Buddha, the Kimber family, the two maids bought in the house and a few people who joined alone, the population was quite large, and everyone was busy and jubilant, after all, Feng Lingtou left his father and mother and ran a festival on his own, and his heart was inevitably worried, and he was sullen for an afternoon.

In the evening, the house wafted with the smell of meat soup. The filling of the ancient building "sizzles" in the oven, and the golden and crispy crust of the roasted pie vigorously absorbs the oily mutton fat. The pheasant's belly is filled with mushrooms that are rare in winter. Kimber was roasting the whole lamb in the courtyard, sprinkling a handful of cumin pepper on his hand, and the meat immediately overflowed with aroma, causing several parts to go back and forth several times.

Carrying a small pot of wine, the wind spirit walked out of the inner room without saying a word, and sat on the wooden steps in front of the house for a while, watching Kimber roast the fat sheep. The Buddha Nu knew that she was homesick, so he sat down with her on the wooden steps to explain.

"But homesick?"

The Wind Spirit sniffed and nodded. "If you don't know where your home is or who your parents are since you were a child, you will save yourself the pain of homesickness."

This made the Buddha slave sigh again, he was still in infancy and was abandoned in front of the temple mountain gate, raised in the temple to seven or eight years old, just when Mrs. Gu entered the temple to incense, met him by chance, brought back to the house and the wind spirit to raise as a companion, because of the feeling that this matter is very Buddha, so he gave him the name "Buddha slave".

He often thinks that he has not taken off the world, and he can't live in the temple all the time, if it weren't for this opportunity, he would probably either die of hunger and cold, or become a cheap person who was bought and sold at will, and now although he is still a slave in the Gu Mansion, he has good food and clothing, and his livelihood is worry-free, and the wind spirit treats him and never takes the money of the head of the family. Now, apart from following the wind spirit wholeheartedly and worshipping the Buddha for his blessing, there is no other thought.

Buddha Nu stared at the fire of roast sheep in the courtyard in a daze, and raised his elbow to push the wind spirit, "I'm alone, and I'm just floating around." You have parents and brothers, and you are a daughter's family, so you don't have to come from the south of the Yangtze River to this border city in the Western Regions. What if I'm still at home? ”

What should I do? What should I do? Feng Ling silently asked himself twice, and hesitated: "About, about left, it's just a drawing and reading, riding and shooting a sword......

Buddha Nu laughed out loud, "It's okay to draw and read, but to ride and shoot a sword...... I'm afraid that I will become a female red needle. ”

"Grandma never forced me to do those." Feng Ling retorted slightly.

"Madame is not pressing, there are people from outside to force her." Buddha Nu shook his head disdainfully, "Auntie, you think, at this age, the Gu family is such a family in Jiangnan, and regardless of the matchmaker entrusted by each family, even the official media lady is also going to come to the door." Mrs. Jie Shi is also embarrassed, you don't want to go out of the cabinet, naturally no one will force you, but if you stay at home for a long time, Mrs. is afraid that you will be mistaken for life, how do you want Mrs. to be. ”

Feng Ling lowered his eyes and was silent, grabbed the wine jug placed on the stone steps beside him, and raised his head to take a sip.

"Auntie, do you still remember that we decided to come here that day, why?"

Feng Ling held the wine jug and muttered: "Daddy once taught that if a woman does not want to marry and wants to survive in the world on her own, she must have a clear heart, the foundation of her body, the art of making a living, and the ability to establish the world. Even if you are matched with a wishful person for a while, if you can't keep it for the rest of your life, you should also ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing, and no shortage of wealth. We've come all the way here just to ......"

Her eyes gradually lit up, her words were less sticky and hesitant, and she returned to crisp and neat, "It is to earn a lifetime of unrestrained comfort for yourself, unrestrained, and worry-free." ”

"It's this reason, the eldest lady wants to fulfill Ah Lang and Mrs. 's intentions, don't discourage them." The Buddha Nu laughed twice, and took the wine jug in her hand, "The feast has not been opened, but I drank it alone, what kind of wine is in it?" ”

"Five cloud pulp." The wind spirit stretched his waist and stood up from the steps to leave.

"Little lady's family, don't always eat wine." Buddha Nu muttered a big sip on the wine jug, spicy and smacked his tongue, while fanning his tongue with his hand, while calling her: "The front yard confession has been placed, although it is not in front of the lady, the rules are always done." ”

The two large brass braziers in the vestibule were lit with high crimson flames, and the dried branches of cypress leaves "beeped and peeled" in the braziers. Feng Ling glanced at the confession in front of him, and the full of offerings were all products of Jiangnan, and there were even horns wrapped in green hoops.

The feeding in this case was the same as when she was in Yuhang in previous years, which made her feel a little trance.

As far back as I can remember, every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, my mother always set up such a table in the garden, ordering her to face Chang'an respectfully and solemnly, and perform three kneeling and nine bows. I don't know how many times, she asked her mother who she worshipped, and her mother always replied, "Two old people, you have great kindness, one is still alive, the other is deceased, people must not be ungrateful, every year you are alive, you must worship once." ”

"Then why don't you go to Chang'an in person, wouldn't it be better to thank you than to worship from afar?" When she was young, she asked her mother.

Grandma bent down and helped her shoulders, swept away her usual softness and indifference, and said with a straight face: "Grandma wants you to remember, don't enter Chang'an City." ”

After that, she firmly remembered two things: First, every Chinese New Year's Eve, it was necessary to set up an offering, facing the direction of Chang'an, and the two great benefactors who had never met and did not know who they were. The second is that the world is so big, as long as she wants, she can go anywhere, but Chang'an, the capital, is absolutely impossible.

And no matter how you ask, Daddy and Auntie have never meant to tell the details, Feng Ling has been smart since he was a child, and he knows that Daddy and Auntie don't say it, and they have their own reasons not to say it, so they gradually don't ask anymore.

At this moment, the wind spirit remembered these trivial things in the past, sighed secretly, straightened his clothes, and wanted to bow down.

The knees were only half bent, and a thought suddenly arose in my heart: If you want to talk about kindness, no one can compare to her kindness and the arrogance and love given to her by her father and mother.

She straightened her legs and knees, turned to face the direction of Gangnam Road, and bowed three times in a dignified manner, silently wishing her father, mother, and brother peace, health, and joy in her heart. Then he returned to the direction of Chang'an, and performed three kneels and nine bows as usual.

After the ceremony was completed, the Buddha Nu took two maidservants, pointed out two subordinates, withdrew the confession with all hands and feet, and everyone hugged the wind spirit back to the house. In the courtyard, the whole sheep roasted by Kimber has been golden and oily, constantly dripping into the coals of the fire to "squeak" and hook people, and several cases in the house have long been removed, replaced by a wide pot door long table, Aunt Jin and Ah Qi will eat and eat lively.

"Go and get all the five cloud syrup in the cellar!" Feng Ling raised his hand to say hello, and when a few of the subordinates who had been waiting for her for a long time heard that the five clouds were enough tonight, they all gathered around, invited Feng Ling to sit on the top, and urged Jin Bo to divide the fat sheep quickly.

The fat sheep is delicious, the wine is thick, the laughter is repeated, and the joy is enough until the fourth watch, and the laughter is enough, before it disperses, and each yawns and goes back to the house to sleep.