In this era, a noble girl like Fu Jun is really pampered in every way, not to mention fighting, even if she flicks her nails, she has to think about it. I'm afraid that if this nail bounces, it will make a delicate child rough, which is not a good thing. The girl's family will always get married, and when the time comes, she will be embarrassed and thrown outside.

Thinking about it again, Fu Jia attracted such a big taboo at the beginning, and Mrs. Hou was just snubbed, Fu Jun was just angry here, so naturally Cheng Dù was lighter. And this kind of cold reception of Cheng Dù, Fu Jun really couldn't ask for it, and he was happy to end up at ease.

Fu Jia has become a lot more well-behaved recently, and it is said that she has begun to help the Zhang family's directors, and she is also deferential and polite to Mrs. Hou, and is no longer as coquettish as before. Mrs. Hou has a new target of snubbing, Fu Jun, and she treats Fu Jia better than before.

Fu Jun's days gradually faded away in trivial matters such as going to Rongxuan Hall to see a cold face after class every day, and returning to Qiuxi to accompany the Wang family.

In the blink of an eye, the west wind slows down and the north wind rises, and cold and gloom have become the main colors of this time and space. The weather is getting colder day by day, and the trees of the autumn sunset are only branches, and their roots are stretched to the sky.

The winter in the capital city of Jinling was as cold and humid as Fu Jun knew in his previous life. The silver frost charcoal basin in the room burned all day long, and a dress to be dried was always spread on the smoked cage, and the heavy cotton curtain separated the two worlds. Except for the days when the weather is fine, Wang basically stays at home and raises the baby with peace of mind; Fu Geng is still busy, and the time at home is not longer than before, it is said that there are many things to do, and there is a snow disaster in the north.

Regarding the affairs of the court, with Fu Jun's current age, he can't know more. All her information comes from trivial things around her, such as the frostbite on Qingman's hands; Qingwu broke a large plum branch; Mama Jiang took advantage of nothing to do, and sewed a very delicate curly grass and cherry blossom thin shirt for Fu Jun, saying that she would wear it in summer; and Fu Yao and Fu Jia were infected with Shi Qi and each fell ill.

Since the peach blossom hairpin incident, Fu Jun has paid great attention to physical exercise, but he has not been sick. Mama Jiang was afraid that Fu Jun would catch the cold, so she was forced to wrap her in more than a dozen layers. When Wang saw it, he always joked that Fu Jun was "fat into a ball", which caused Fu Geng to also call Fu Jun "fat girl".

When the first heavy snow fell in Jinling City, the time was also in late December, and Fu Jun ushered in her first Spring Festival in ancient times.

On the twentieth day of the lunar month, classes were suspended in the family school, and the three female masters also went home to prepare for the New Year, and the atmosphere of the New Year in the Pingnan Hou Mansion became stronger day by day.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, each family sacrifices to the stove and sends the stove king. At dusk, the people of the mansion are hot and treading on the soft snow, under the leadership of the Hou Ye, they first go to the newly cleaned stove room to give incense to the king of the stove, and tie the delicate paper horse and other things to worship his old man, and the incense table is offered with eight-color offerings, which are packed in a one-color Ru kiln celadon plate, all of which are sweets such as red bean cakes, wool silk candy, soft starch candy, etc. It is said that the old man of the stove is sweet and sweet, and he says some good things when he reports to the sky.

In the next few days, there are customs almost every day: twenty-four sweeping dust, twenty-five steamed dumplings, twenty-six cutting meat, etc., until the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month sticks the door god and couplet, and the new oil peach charm, etc., the house is set up everywhere in the brocade mattress, spread the red carpet, and hold the butter red candle, which will not be extinguished all night.

On the thirtieth day of the lunar month, Hou Ye led Fu Zhuang, Fu Ting and Fu Geng, as well as Mrs. Hou, who had an order, to the palace to receive the banquet. After coming back, the ancestral hall was opened, and the Marquis of Pingnan presided over the ceremony of worshiping the ancestral hall. The procedures such as burning silk and offering wine are varied, and the men in the house are all listed, so even Fu Xiu, who is only three years old, stands on the ground, and follows the adults to bow crookedly.

After the ceremony, Mrs. Hou led everyone to offer dishes in front of the ancestors and ancestors. The men were outside, the women were inside, and the dishes were passed up one by one, and Mrs. Hou personally placed them in front of the incense table. After the dishes are served, it is considered a ceremony.

The whole ceremony lasted about an hour, during which everyone in the house was silent and quiet, and the atmosphere was very solemn. It was Fu Jun, a soul from the free world, who was deeply shocked by the solemnity of this ritual.

In the evening, the family gathers and holds a banquet in Rongxuan Hall. All relatives near and far who are related to the Hou Mansion came to eat and drink in a new way, and sat at six full tables, which is only a female dependent, and its lively and noisy place made Fu Jun's eyes opener.

Hou Ye took the men in the house to hold a banquet in the warm pavilion of Pinzao Hall by the front lake, and there were also six seats for the feast, and everyone ate and drank and listened to the play, so it was not lively.

After tasting the Wuxin plate, tasting the pepper and cypress wine, and waiting for the acacia soup and ruyi cake to be offered, the hour passed midnight. Outside, firecrackers shook the sky, and some people set off fireworks.

Fu Jun and a few other children couldn't hold it anymore and dozed off early. Because of the vigil, the whole family was not allowed to sleep. Fu Jun leaned against Wang's side. Because Cui and Wang were pregnant, they got the special permission of Mrs. Hou and sat in the position closest to the smoke cage, but it was not cold at this time.

It was easy to stay up until the sky was light, and Mrs. Hou put on Zhai clothes, wore a phoenix crown, and put on a xia veil, and went to the palace to congratulate. Because both the Wang family and the Cui family were pregnant, the Fuzhong was supported by the Zhang family.

Zhang had to work hard to arrange everything properly. For several days in a row, the house was full of people coming and going, and it was the New Year's gift, the banquet and the play, and the distant relatives and friends ushered in the send-off. It's also difficult for Zhang's family, it is complete in color, complete, and there is nothing wrong, but it is called by the people in the house and the relatives and friends are all praised.

Fu Jun felt the ancient Spring Festival holiday for the first time, no longer a short seven days, but from the twentieth day of the lunar month to the sixteenth day of the first month, nearly a month. Even if she has an adult soul, she thinks this day is really cool. Not to mention Fu Cong and Fu Jue, it was really whistling back and forth every day, shooting deer, bowing, and having snowball fights.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, all the radish heads in the house, under the leadership of Fu Chen, went to Rongxuan Hall to have dinner with Mrs. Hou. When a "Qibao Soup" was served, Fu Jun saw Fu Cong give Fu Jue a look, Fu Jue nodded, then picked up the Qibao Soup in front of him, walked to Mrs. Hou like a treasure, and said with a smile: "Grandmother, this bowl of Qibao soup is sweet, you can taste it." ”

Mrs. Hou had a brocade and red gold on her head, smiled very happily and lovingly, and hugged Fu Jue and said, "Okay, grandmother will try it." ”

Xiuyun on the side hurriedly handed over a clean spoon, and Mrs. Hou scooped a spoonful of Qibao soup into Fu Jue's bowl, tasted it carefully, and then patted Fu Jue with a smile and said, "You little monkey has come to coax grandmother again, where is this soup sweet?" It's salty. ”