"I don't know." Gu Qingzhu held his cheeks and frowned, "Otherwise...... And away? ”

"Bah, nonsense!" Hearing this, Zheng Zhaodi's face changed.

Gu Qingzhu's idea is too bold, as the saying goes, marry a chicken with a chicken and a dog with a dog, marry a mallet and go, which girl becomes a parent, don't you look forward to the harmony of husband and wife, and grow old? She's good, she's not married yet, so she thinks about it first.

Although there is no law in the country of Dali that stipulates that women cannot be divorced and remarried, but this is not a decent thing in the end, if it is a high-ranking family, it will definitely be laughed at by the market, if it is a country girl, it is even worse, spitting stars can drown people!

Gu Qingzhu was indifferent: "I am a girl in the mountains, and the son of the general is the difference between cloud and mud, my father married this family, but it is the heart of the general to repay his kindness, that one does not know what kind of person he is, if he is a learned gentleman, I will talk to him well, good together, good dispersion, full of elder affection, if it is unreasonable, how can I be bullied by him, naturally I can't stay." ”

Gu Daya counted with her fingers: "From the eighth day of the first month to Qingming, there are not many days when it is full, how do you know if people are good?" ”

"What's so difficult about this, if you try it, you can find out." Gu Qingzhu smiled slyly.

Zheng Zhaodi worried: "It's just that you have a lot of ghost ideas, I think that roasting tea and getting married, you don't have to be either/or, you can't have both." ”

Gu Qingzhu twisted his eyebrows and frowned his nose: "It's not often sung in the play, as soon as I enter the Hou Gate, it is as deep as the sea, if I get married, if I don't get along, I will be trapped in the high wall for the rest of my life, those rules must scare people to death, it's hard to think about it!" ”

As the three of them were talking, they saw Gu Shitong walking in with a bag on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Oh, big girl, Zhao Di, you are here, I haven't seen you for five years, you are all big girls." ”

"Uncle Shitong is good!" Gu Daya and Zheng Zhaodi stood up and saluted.

"You play together, Qingzhu, you take more food for them." Gu Shitong didn't even drink his saliva, and turned around and entered his own room as he spoke.

Gu Daya looked at the door of his house closed, and said curiously, "Uncle Shitong, what are you busy with?" ”

"My dad has been going out a lot lately, and he doesn't say anything when he asks him what he does, and God is chattering, I guess it's nothing more than a family matter." Gu Qingzhu grimaced.

Her words drew a snicker from the other two girls.

Gu Shitong came back, and they didn't talk about those absurd things anymore, but only said happily, the three of them ate roasted peanuts and taro, laughing and laughing for a long time.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the people of Gujiaao are accustomed to go to the Temple of Grace to ask for a bowl of blessed porridge to drink, not only the people of Gujiaao, but also the mountain people of other villages will go, these years, the incense of the Temple of Grace has become more and more prosperous, and even the people of Cuiping Town and Nancang County will go up the mountain together, so that the master in the kitchen of the Temple of Mercy and Grace will get up in the middle of the night to boil the Eight Treasures Blessing Porridge.

When Gu Qingzhu's family and the villagers went up the mountain, the first pot of porridge had just come out of the pot, steaming, mixed with red beans, peanuts, soybeans, red dates, lotus seeds and other ingredients, and the multigrain porridge was full of aroma.

Fu porridge is actually called Buddha porridge, the mountain oral tradition, to false rumors called forks, perhaps the Fu porridge is more in line with people's wishes to pray for blessings, over time, the name of the Fu porridge has been handed down.

The Temple of Mercy and Grace mostly relies on donations from pilgrims, so the ingredients used for the blessed porridge are different every year, mainly depending on what is left in the kitchen in a year, and make up seven or eight things to boil together into porridge.

There are four soup kitchens in the temple, and there are long queues in each place, waiting for half a stick of incense before it is Gu Qingzhu's turn.

At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl suddenly ran out of the stab, wearing a pink silk jacket and skirt, grabbed in front of Gu Qingzhu with a big grin, and said crisply: "Give me a bowl!" ”

"Hey, the children of which family, go to the back of the line!" Without waiting for Gu Qingzhu to speak, the anxious woman who was waiting behind began to shout dissatisfiedly.

The little girl was not timid, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It's just a bowl of porridge, and a lot of yours, what's the hurry!" ”

Gu Qingzhu laughed angrily at her arrogance: "What you said is incomprehensible, who is afraid of one less bowl of porridge, everyone is waiting in line for the blessing porridge, you can't wait, if you talk well, it's not impossible for me to let you get a bowl first, but if you are not so strong, then honestly line up!" ”

"Yes, yes, we've been waiting in the cold wind for a while, why should we let you get it first." The woman in the back was clamoring.

"What do you countrymen know, most of these grains were donated by our Mu family, why didn't our aunt want to drink a bowl first, do you still have to suffer from your anger in vain!" The little girl waited for a pair of round eyes and crossed her waist.

"I see that your aunt is too unworthy of the stage, such a big benefactor of the Mu family, and he still has to grab porridge and drink with us poor people, it's a shame." A woman wore her sleeves and only used the little girl to pull a tiger skin to make a big flag, and said sarcastically.

The other woman sniffed down and agreed: "No, these people are all rough clothes and rough face countrymen, the Mu family is the richest man in Nancang County, do you really want to eat in the same pot with us?" I'm not afraid of losing my value! ”

The little girl was sung and harmonized by them, and her face was blue for a while and white for a while, and she was thinking about how to open her mouth to fight back, when she saw two people walking in the wing room not far away, a maid wearing a blue jacket and skirt, accompanied by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl wearing a lilac-colored rabbit fur brocade jacket.

Although the little girl's body is not open, she is very beautiful, with curved moth eyebrows, narrow Ruifeng eyes, and a colorful beaded flower on the sideburns pinned to the black hair, showing even more snow-white skin, bullying frost and snow.

The slave maid was about fifteen or sixteen years old, Xu heard the mess outside, so she came out to take a look, and when she saw this scene, she wrung her eyebrows and said: "Xiangyun, you don't accompany Aunt Cai, what are you running around!" "Fall in love with the literary network

The little girl hurriedly greeted Shi Li, and said with a smile: "I've seen Miss Four, Sister Hui Cuiyan, our aunt went into the mountain and blew a cold wind, and her heart hurts at this time, and she wants to drink some hot porridge to warm up, but these countrymen eat our donations, and they refuse to let me take a bowl first!" ”

"Only she has the most things to do, and her body is weak, don't go out with her, you slaves and maids are not good to take care of in the morning, but now you are like a chicken without claws, scratching everywhere, embarrassing here!" The girl who was called Miss Fourth had a face like frost and said in a deep voice.

"Fourth Miss......" Xiangyun wanted to come and rely on it, but she was unexpectedly scolded by her, and she was dumbfounded for a while.

At this time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old graceful woman came out of the room, holding a brocade cotton hand cage, she said gently: "Sister Wancheng, what's the matter, it's good to accompany your aunt to incense and pray for your uncle, what kind of trouble?" ”

"Miss Table!"

Cui Yan and Xiang Yun bowed in unison.

"Cousin Yunxiang, what else can I have, but Aunt Cai, who makes trouble all day long, my mother didn't want to bring her here today, she begged me to come here, and said a few good things, after all, it was my own mother, I was cheeky and mourned my mother, I finally came out today, but my heart hurt for a while, and I want to drink porridge for a while, so I am a demon, what should my mother think of me!" Mu Wancheng said with a snort.

Song Yunxiang smiled slightly: "Drinking porridge is not a simple matter, just let the little masters prepare, how did you get here?" ”

"It's not that she is a child, I'm afraid that my mother will blame her for a lot of things, so I let Xiangyun come here to beg, so I want it from others, and that's it, but she still has a dispute with others, and our Mu family's face is all lost!" Mu Wancheng's face flushed, looking at the villagers who were queuing up to get porridge.

Song Yunxiang's eyes swept over, and she saw Gu Qingzhu distributing porridge to her father and younger siblings, she said lightly: "Sister Wancheng, don't worry, the master who has no interest naturally can't bring out a slave and maid with vision, and my aunt is like a mirror in her heart, and she won't blame you for this." ”

Mu Wancheng fiercely plucked her eyes at Xiangyun, who was shrinking her shoulders and bowing her head, turned around and went back with Song Yunxiang, Xiangyun wanted to pull Cuiyan's sleeve and beg for mercy, but she unceremoniously brushed her hand.

Gu Qingzhu couldn't care about that, so he distributed four bowls of thick, soft and glutinous hot porridge to his family, and the eldest girl and Zhao Di also came with bowls, and several people ate them together.

Gu Shitong was worried about finding Master Wu to calculate Gu Qingzhu's eight characters, ate porridge, and went in a hurry, Gu Qingzhu couldn't stop him, so he had to let him.

At this time, it was the coldest season of the nine cold days, especially on the top of the mountain, the cold wind was cold, and the snow foam was flying, Gu Qingzhu was worried that Qingying was young, afraid that she would be frostbitten, it just so happened that Gu Qingsong was reading a book brought back by his father recently, and he was fascinated and wanted to go back earlier, so he took Qingying with him.

Gu Qingzhu was free this year, and this year, it happened that she, Gu Daya and Zheng Zhaodi all had deerskin boots, and they stepped on the thick snow and happily climbed up Yuhuajing on the path.

Under the sun, the snow is shining and flawless, as if the pure clouds of the heavenly palace are falling on the hillside, and no one can bear to step on a bad corner.

Looking down further, the red plum blossoms in the col are in full swing, as if there is a chain of fire flowing, and it is like a flowing glow on the machine of the Weaver Girl lost in the world.

Red and white complement each other, dazzling white, red and pleasing to the eye, and it is thrilling and enlightening to look at.

Gu Qingzhu caged his hands, stood on tiptoe, and shouted into the mountain col: "Gu Qingzhu! ”

"Green Bamboo ...... Qingzhu ......" the valley echoes endlessly.

"Gu Qinglian!"

"Zheng Xiaolan!"

Gu Daya and Zheng Zhaodi looked at each other and smiled, learning from Gu Qingzhu's appearance, and calling for Gu Qingzhu's new name for them.

The three of them couldn't bear to spoil the soft and white snow like a quilt, so they couldn't go to the col to pick red plums, but they were very happy just to see such a beautiful scenery, and the three of them laughed like children.

After having had enough of playing in the snow, the three of them returned, followed the aroma, and folded a handful of plums in the forest, like waxy yellow flowers with a strong fragrance, staining the tips of the girl's clothes and hair.

"You're in a good mood." Ran had just finished the soup kitchen, and was sending the little monk in the temple to sweep, when he saw the three people who came together like flowers, he said with a smile.

"Yes, Master." The three of them saluted respectfully.

"Is this going to Yuhuajing to play? Have you ever seen a red plum? Ran looked at the Lamei in their hands and asked.

Gu Daya said with a smile: "It's for it, it's snow-white and plum-red, like a fairyland on earth!." ”

As he was talking, Gu Shitong came out of the wing room, and when he saw his daughter, he couldn't help but walk quickly, his face was full of joy: "Girl, Master Wuwu said that it was a good marriage." ”

"Daddy!" Gu Qingzhu looked helpless, can't he bear to go home about this matter?

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