"Uh...... ”

Qing'er held her forehead, Miss was too nervous, she actually had one more thing in her heart that she hadn't said.

That Gongsun Jian has always regarded himself as a friend to Song Ling'er, and sometimes he doesn't even have the bearing that a friend should have, never considering the feelings of the young lady, and many times he just says he will leave without saying hello.

Just like a few days ago, the two of them made an appointment to go to the market to hang out, Qing'er followed far behind them and didn't disturb the two, just when her own young lady was still looking at the roadside gadgets attentively, Gongsun Jian suddenly retreated, and disappeared directly without waiting for the girl to reply, and when the young lady came back to her senses, Gongsun Jian disappeared a stick of incense, and today she said to leave, which made Qing'er very annoyed.

Afterwards, Qing'er also asked the girl, but she didn't expect the girl to really fall in love.

I only remember that there was a trace of sunset that evening, and the glow stretched the shadow of the carriage for a long time, and Song Ling'er also sat in the carriage and said affectionately: "As a general, things must be very busy, which is much better than those children of the family who visit the Qinglou." ”

Led by 100 festivals, this is true.

If you want to find a day to celebrate together, except for the Great Zhou to defeat the Southern Dynasty and Western Shu to recover the lost territory, I am afraid that there is no festival that can be compared with the day of Chinese New Year's Eve, even if it is the Mid-Autumn Festival that is celebrated all over the city, it is just a festival for the rich family, this poor people's Mid-Autumn Festival can not be, but the Spring Festival must be passed, even if it is just to add a few pieces of broken steps to the body and simmer a few sweet potatoes on the table, it is also to improve food and clothing.

New Year's Pass, for those who are in debt, the New Year is like passing the pass, the debt collector will also visit the door the day before Chinese New Year's Eve at the latest, there are good-tempered people do not want to spoil the mood on the big day, put on a good face to collect debts, if the debtor cannot afford to pay, one person down one step at a time, agree on how long to return, if there is a breach of contract can deal with the court.

Those hot-tempered people began to slam the door and kick the door early in the morning, disturbing people's dreams, and it is not to blame that they came so early, most of them still owe too much to return or are in arrears for too long, and the debt collectors are also tempered, for fear that the debtors will escape, and the large amount of silver will not come back for another year.

Song Rong rushed back to Pingzhou early, and he still needs to preside over the New Year in Pingzhou City, if he doesn't go back, no one will accept gifts from the high-ranking officials in Pingzhou City.

The school also gave the soldiers a holiday today, but they still can't go home, ready to prepare for war at any time, and the peace of the family and country is much more important than the reunion of relatives.

Gongsun Jian is very busy today, very, very busy, Yu Youjun and Liu Qingyun, the two top bosses, issued an order, asking him to deal with the big and small matters of the General's Mansion for the New Year.

The military law is false, but the scolding is true, the New Year is not good, and you will fall all year round, and the auspicious Spring Festival can not be sloppy.

Gongsun and Liu are busy welcoming guests, and only Gongsun Jian, an idler, has nothing to do, there is still an idler in the house, but no one dares to call him, the big Buddha holds a spear on the roof to enjoy the snow and drink wine, Gongsun Jian walked back and forth more than ten times in the front and back courtyards, and each time he looked at the roof with envy.

He had already followed the old steward of the General's Mansion all morning, and thanks to the presence of this old steward, Gongsun Jian could be less confused and embarrassed.

The whole general's mansion is hung up with red lanterns, and the Spring Festival couplets written by Yu Youjun are written by Yu Youjun himself, don't look at Yu Youjun is a strong martial arts general, he also has a hand to write that is called a chic and elegant, excellent ornamentation.

The general's mansion was opened today, and dignitaries from all walks of life continued to send gifts to the mansion to congratulate the New Year, but they only dared to go on both sides.

Yu Youjun and Liu Qingyun were also at their busiest at this time, greeting all kinds of people, not to mention, but also worried about not letting the next group of visitors wait too long, many discerning magnates hurriedly put down their gifts and left after a New Year's greeting, and many of them sat and didn't leave, and there was a sentence that was almost there.

Yu Youjun also thanked the people he knew politely, and as for those who didn't know each other, he only let the maids and miscellaneous servants wait, and they couldn't leave.

Even General Liu was angered by these dog skin plasters, and even scolded when he was relaxing for a while in a place where there was no one in the courtyard, saying that he didn't see anyone on weekdays, and when it came to the festival, he came in pairs and groups, and came to block it like a discussion, how could there be so many compliments to say, and there were only a few words when he said it, and his ears were about to become calloused.

Liu Qingyun said so, and when Yu Youjun couldn't greet him, he shouted from afar, and Liu Qingyun still walked over in a daze, his face was swept away, and he was replaced with a smiling face that had stiffened.

Gongsun Jian and the old housekeeper squatted in the snow in the front yard to rest, the task of buying and selling New Year's goods has been completed, and the next thing is to hand it over to the subordinates to arrange, and the relationship between the two of them has also been sublimated in this morning.

The old steward took out a cigarette gun and knocked it on the ground, and he carefully pinched back some cigarette ash a little, and the cigarette powder that he really couldn't get back was kicked aside by him painfully.

The philistine who gritted his teeth and beat his chest, and the kind old man who went out to buy New Year's goods and talked and laughed with the peddlers and pawns, was simply not alone.

The old steward took out a fire fold out of nowhere, and after lighting the pipe, he took a deep breath and spit it out, and suddenly the smoke was like a fairyland, and his expression became very pleasant.

Gongsun Jian bent the corners of his mouth, his face was puzzled, and he asked: "Old man, is this thing so expensive, I don't want to give it up at all." ”

The old steward spit out deeply, "It's okay, this low-grade tobacco is only two coins and a bag of silver, and some high-grade tobacco costs two or three taels." ”

"You have more than 30 taels of monthly money every month, and you are still using it so frugally?"

The old butler leaned against the door, wrapped in the brand-new cotton clothes sent by his daughter-in-law today, and said in a thoughtful manner: "What do you know about a little brat, what I smoke is not silver, but attitude." ”

Gongsun Jian nodded, "Yes, yes, attitude is the first, the last battle before I came to Zhongzhou was to fight a group of bandits, one of the spies picked up a cigarette gun that they didn't want to be a family member and smoked it contentedly, and finally I cut off his head with a knife, and flew up according to the kid's head, and with such a happy look, his death was definitely not painful, and he may even think it was an illusion." ”

When the old steward heard this, a puff of smoke came out of his nose directly, choking him with one soul out of his body and two souls smoking, he glared at the young boy, "Is it illegal to smoke a cigarette?" What do you do when you cut people? ”

Gongsun Jian rolled his eyes, he didn't bother to explain anything to this old smoker, he said that he was a thief, could it be that he would be cut down after smoking?

The old steward was disturbed by Gongsun Jian, and the smoke in his mouth suddenly became unfragrant, and he put the iron piece on the cigarette gun into his arms.

"Does it really smell that good?"

Gongsun Jian saw that the old steward's face was refreshed, as if the fatigue of purchasing things in front of him had been swept away.

"Take a bite?"

The old steward raised his eyes slightly, and handed the cigarette gun over.

Gongsun Jian just wanted to take it, looking at the old steward's big yellow teeth and the residual saliva on the cigarette holder, he shook his head, "Forget it, this thing is not good." ”

"You know each other."

The old steward shook his palm, and the copper cigarette gun made a beautiful arc and smashed heavily on a flower pot on the snow, and the flower pot instantly cracked into powder!

"Young man, let me tell you, you are still young, it is nothing to go to the Qinglou to find an Oiran to drink flower wine, if you dare to gamble and smoke, your life will be wasted."

Gongsun Jian's eyes widened, he didn't expect the old steward to be a master, it seems that this flower pot is a tile, and it will definitely crack under the heavy blow of the copper cigarette stick, not to mention his Gongsun Jian, even a three-year-old child can do it, but the flower pot did not become pieces, but turned into powder! He glanced at the flower pot in horror and swallowed his saliva, and the arm he pulled back trembled, if this pipe was smashed down, I am afraid that his arm would be useless.

Gongsun Jian sneered, and he asked puzzledly: "The old steward is still a person with strong martial arts, so why has he fallen to such a state." ”

The steward of the General's Mansion is comparable to the Prime Minister's porter, as long as he is an official who is one grade lower than the Lord Yu Youjun, he will be polite when he sees the old steward, but with the old steward's kung fu of shaking the tile to the end, the steward of the General's Mansion can be said to be condescending.

The old smoker who didn't care about his new clothes leaned against the door, and his cotton clothes caused a lot of dust, "I said that this smoking gun made a ghost, do you believe it?" ”

"Faith! How can you not believe it! Old steward, I'm sure I won't touch this thing, take the liberty of asking, does General Yu know? ”

"When the Zhongzhou army entered the city, I happened to be sitting at the city gate basking in the sun, that person," the old steward pointed to Lin Qiufeng, who was drinking and enjoying the snow with a gun on the roof, and said: "He came to me and gave me a hundred taels of silver, and asked me to come here as a steward and be responsible for the safety of the general's mansion on weekdays." ”

Gongsun Jian nodded, it turned out that Lin Qiufeng, the grandmaster figure, discovered the extraordinaryness of the old steward and pulled into the camp of the general's mansion, he thought at first that this steward was the same as those maids, they were all the retainers of the former Zhongzhou generals.

Lin Qiufeng, who was on the roof, suddenly felt a fierce aura shooting towards him, he glanced over, just in time to find that the old steward was looking at him, he floated lightly from the roof, his expression was cold, his eyebrows were a little solemn, he stood in front of Gongsun Jian and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Gongsun Jian consciously moved a step to the side, this question was naturally not asked to him, on weekdays, Lin Qiufeng never took the initiative to ask him anything, he was directly hit by a wave of guns, in the words of the grandmaster, it was to practice his reaction speed, at the beginning, he couldn't even catch a shot, and Gongsun Jian, who was screaming when he was beaten, can now catch Lin Qiufeng's five shots that gradually increase in power.

Of course, they are all five shots according to Gongsun Jian's current realm, otherwise Lin Qiufeng will go out with all his strength, and half a shot can make it disappear completely.

Lin Qiufeng is also a dead-eyed person, where he is now, there is the front, if he wants to retreat, he has to ask what he has in his hand.

Gongsun Jian turned sideways, and Lin Qiufeng and the old steward looked at each other.

The old steward stood up, smiled, regained his kind face, waved his hand and said, "I just chatted with this little doll, and did nothing else. ”

"It's good if you don't do it, you can't move this young man's crooked thoughts, you want a house to arrange a house for you, if you want a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, you will get a wife, you don't have to ask for money for food and drink, and there is a lot of money every month, enough for you to draw." Today is a big day, protect the General's Mansion, and let you rest tomorrow, don't let the thieves spoil Yaxing, and there will be more silver rewards at that time. ”

Gongsun Jian was dumbfounded, it was the first time he heard Grandmaster Lin say so many words, it was really daylight, if it wasn't for Gongsun Jian who couldn't beat this gunman, he really wanted to go up and touch his head to see if his head was burned out.

The old steward patted the cigarette pipe on his chest and smiled: "Don't worry, this is not a good thing, I have already scrapped it when I touched it, naturally I will not watch a good face being smoked to death, I am testing him, if you don't believe it, you can ask." ”

Lin Qiufeng looked sideways, and Gongsun Jian nodded.

Lin Qiufeng's cuffs flicked, a rag money bag came out of his hand, the old smoker grabbed the money bag and weighed it, he grinned, "Don't worry, today a thief wants to step into the general's mansion half a step." ”