Zhang Hengzhi stood at the door, neither to go, nor to stay, after all, he went quietly.

Such a big living person, how could Jiang Langting not know?

He watched this nephew leave, and asked Su Shi, "What do you see me doing?" Do I still have words on my face? ”

Su Shi's face turned even redder, and he turned around to enter the house.

Jiang Langting said, "Where are you going?" Let's go to breakfast. ”

So he went into the house and put on his clothes, and called to Su Shi, "Come in." Su Shi was puzzled, but he also asked obediently, "Master, I don't know what to order?" ”

Jiang Langting only took off the strap on his head and handed it to her: "Tie your hair for the teacher." ”

Su Shixin said: "Don't you have long hands?" In the past, it was all myself, why did you remember to let me do it this time? She secretly slandered, but her hands were not idle.

Jiang Langting sat on a stool, his long hair draped on his back and hanging down to his waist, black and shiny. Su Shi stood behind him, just in time to see Master's white neck, deep collarbones, and strong chest that his clothes were half-hidden. Her face was hot again, and she quickly concentrated on holding her hair, not daring to pull him hard, so she combed it gently and gently.

Jiang Langting closed his eyes, feeling Su Shi's soft and boneless little hands dancing on his head, and he inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction.

The two of them packed up and went to the front yard together, and before leaving, Jiang Langting took his sword, turned around and closed the door.

Not long after the two of them went out, they saw a person sneaking into the house, turning Jiang Langting's packages upside down, putting them back one by one, and then quietly withdrew. It was nothing when he closed the door as usual, but after he took a few steps, he saw that the hand that had helped the door frame turned black, and then with a muffled grunt, he fell to the ground.

Shuojue Villa Dining Room.

Zhang Conggu invited Jiang Langting and Su Shi to sit down, and Zhang Hengzhi on the side also accompanied him with a wistful expression.

Su Shi took a look, and what was resting in front of his face was a bowl of paste soup that was not thick or thin, and there were a few pieces of mutton soaked in it, which was the common breakfast in Jinju - "brain soup". It is said that the ingredients of this mind include mutton, mutton pith, sake lees, simmered noodles, lotus root, long yam, astragalus and ginger, a total of eight sects, so it is also called Hachizhenba. Served with pickled leeks, it is really fragrant and delicious.

Jiang Langting ate slowly with her, and tasted the local oil tea, which is said to be made of mutton fat, and the steaming tea surface was floating with red dates, wolfberries, walnut kernels, crushed peanuts, and sesame seeds.

After eating, Zhang Hengzhiqiang cheered up and beckoned the pair of masters and apprentices to go out.

The bazaars in Shuobei are not much different from those in Yongzhou: in addition to all kinds of buying and selling, all kinds of knick-knacks such as sugar figures, clay pots, kites, paper-cuttings, and wood carvings are dazzling, and most of them here are not exquisite, even slightly rough but have a primitive and rustic color.

In addition to playing, eating is even more mouth-watering: the cornmeal nest mixed with jujube has just come out of the pot, and it is steaming white; The thin and translucent roasted noodles are poured with mutton and mushrooms, and the fragrance is endless; It resembles a plum petal blooming plum, the skin is thin and tough, and the filling is delicious and juicy; Yellow cakes, hair cakes, and crispy fried cakes are fried to a golden brown, fragrant and crispy...... All kinds of scents are sprinkled on the street, seducing the saliva of passers-by.

Zhang Hengzhi and Jiang Langting walked all the way, and now they are gradually relieved, and when they see that Su Shi is new everywhere, they explain enthusiastically.

When he walked to a three-story building facing the street, Zhang Hengzhi stopped and said, "There is my friend here, I'll ask for a question." Uncle Shi, you can take a break, and go in and have a look." As soon as Jiang Langting agreed, he saw a small servant come up to him, shouting "Zhang Gongzi" in his mouth, and invited the three of them to the house.

Su Shi looked up and saw a signboard with gold characters on a black background hanging high on the lintel: "Jinbei Silk Village".

The general number of the silk village in the north of Jin is here: a three-story square blue brick house with a patio in the middle, which is conducive to lighting and ventilation. The first floor sells all kinds of cotton cloth, the second floor sells all kinds of silk and satin, and custom-made clothes for customers, and the third floor is the resting place of Zhao's Young Master Lu, the current shopkeeper of Baohao.

They came in and were taken to the third floor, passing through the second floor, they only felt that they were extravagant and full of luxury, and they were all some exquisite materials: silk, which can transmit thin light and slightly shiny; Luo, it is very light, like fog and smoke; silk, soft and bright, uniform and delicate; Satin, with clear veins and beautiful weaving – almost all the treasures of the world can be found here.

Jinbei Silk Village has opened seven or eight semicolons in Jinzhou, and often deals with high-ranking households, so it is not uncommon for Zhang Hengzhi to move around with the shopkeeper.

Here, Jiang Langting and Su Shi met for the first time the helmsman of this huge business, Zhao's Lu.

This son is only about eighteen years old, wearing an ink-colored wide robe with big sleeves, a white silk shirt inside, a moon-white belt tied around his waist, and a layer of dribbling on the outside is embroidered with gold thread of flowing clouds, hanging a few pieces of jade, and wearing an orchid sachet.

He is of average stature, but his appearance can be described as handsome: a pair of sword eyebrows, big black eyes, thick lips, a jasper hairpin on his head, a pair of cloud boots under his feet, and a heroic and righteous spirit. The action is neat, and there is no sense of procrastination and greasy.

It is said that the old shopkeeper of this silk village has recently passed away, and Zhao's Lu has only been the shopkeeper for a few days. And today, Zhang Hengzhi came to see him, but it was because Mrs. Zhao was sick.

is called "Mrs. Zhao", but she is actually a poor woman in her twenties: since she married Master Zhao at the age of sixteen, she has lived a few comfortable days. But who knows, the two have only been together for twelve years, and she has become a young widow.

is really a young and beautiful woman, but a delicate flower has completely withered since then. It is said that in the first seven days of Master Zhao, she cried so much that she couldn't wait to go with her husband. No, it's almost the same now, Mrs. Zhao is sick like a mountain, and she has been bedridden for several days.

Zhao's Lu's mother was the main family who died early, and she lost her mother at a young age, so Mrs. Zhao took care of the two brothers for many years, no matter how many grievances there were, whether it was out of affection or reason, he and the two of them should provide for them well.

When Zhao was sick, he had to be cured.

When Zhao's Lu and Zhang Hengzhi came out of the inner room, they respectfully sent the three out of the door.

Zhang Hengzhi frowned, and said to Jiang Langting and Su Shi: "Mrs. Zhao is sick, and Lu Yang has taken medicine for me, but it is a snow pill that my father treasured. This matter is urgent, Heng Zhi is afraid that he will be absent for a while, and I ask Uncle Shi to forgive you. ”

After begging like this, Jiang Langting and Su Shi also lost their interest, and said very considerately: "Even so, why don't we go back together." ”