Volume 1 Yang Guandong Chapter 68 The End of the Year (4)
Corn, salted pork, fat sheep stew, bitter vegetable cake.
In order to boost our courage, Shangguan Yanxi also brought a jar of aged Qin wine.
There is not so much attention to eating in the wild, except for Qin Chong, who has never drunk, Sha Mihan opened the altar seal, and the rice bowl was made into a wine bowl and drank in turn.
"What about the apprentices!"
Miss Yanxi sat on the side and served us rice and cut meat, and asked with a playful smile.
What she did as a master truly fulfilled the saying of the Han merchant gang: The master leads the door, and the creation is in itself.
"Master Yu, you can stand firm on the skateboard, and there is no big problem with the help of your left foot, but the direction is not easy to control, and the penny is a superfluous thing for us."
I put down the wine bowl and replied to Shangguan Yanxi in a serious manner.
"This is easy to do, it's really not possible, tomorrow I will call a few guys who know how to play ice, each of them will give a rein, and let them lead you forward in front, what do you think? We went up the ice surface of Weishui, and then marched along Fengshui to Zhongnan Mountain, and walked ashore at the third tributary of Fengshui for more than an hour, and arrived at the valley where your Yizhai is located! ”
Shangguan Yanxi seemed to know the mountains and forests of Shanglinyuan well, and she used a dead branch on the snow to clearly outline our trip back to the village.
The four of us took a long breath, and we could finally rush back to the cottage before Chinese New Year's Eve!
What I care about is to be able to accompany my grandfather and grandfather on Chinese New Year's Eve and do a little filial piety for my grandchildren.
And what Qin Chong, Guo Helmet Liu, and Sha Mihan are thinking about must be the year-end silver reward that the old boss Yi will give to the guys after the New Year's dinner tomorrow.
These guys muttered about this two days ago, and it is said that the reward is still very rich, which is worth half a year's salary.
"Oh well! This afternoon, we will try our best to master the manipulation of the direction, and we will leave for the village tomorrow morning no matter what! ”
There was no longer any need for any encouragement, and several people ate wine and dinner in three times and divided them by two, and hurried down to the river.
Master Yanxi stopped skating this time, she tapped the skateboard like a swallow playing in the water, shuttling back and forth around us, constantly correcting our mistakes in movements.
"When sliding, lean forward in a slight half-squat to reduce resistance!"
"Shamihan, you haven't wrestled enough, have you! The penny should be light when touching the ice, as gentle as silk! You're hitting the water with a stone, and it's strange if you don't fall it! ”
"Qin Chong, turn around!"
With a bang, Qin Chong couldn't dodge, and the skateboard and the person flew directly to the riverbank, falling heavily on the snow, and didn't get up for a long time.
After stumbling and training on the ice surface of Weishui for a whole day, when the sun set, Qin Chong and I, and Liu had basically mastered all the keys to the art of ice play.
Although it is not as free as Shangguan Yanxi's wind to come and go, there is no problem sliding down a straight line.
Sha Mihan's tall man suffered a little loss, and he never learned to use the penny to control the direction, and it seems that Shangguan Yanxi will really send a guy to lead him on the road tomorrow.
In order to reward Shangguan Yanxi's teaching, and more importantly, because of Liu's lovesickness for Miss Lan, we drank and had fun in Guizhifang for another night.
Pot helmet Liu's real name is Liu Zhen'er, his life experience is the same as Qin Chong, and he is also a beggar from a homeless family who was kindly taken in by his grandfather on the road from Jiuyuan County to Chang'an in the north.
When he first arrived at the caravan, he was only eight or nine years old, and he only remembered his surname Liu and his nickname Zhen'er, and he couldn't remember where the other townships were, whether they had parents or brothers.
So his grandfather connected his surname and milk name together and gave him an official name: Liu Zhener.
Liu Zhen'er and I are about the same year, and for a long time with my caravan in the business rivers and lakes, there is not much control, the young man is very clever and talented.
But this guy has a habit, that is, wherever he goes with the caravan, he will always go to the store's room to find a pot helmet to eat, and there are always a few pot helmets in his pocket.
For a long time, he had the nickname "Pot Helmet Liu" in my family's caravan, and the original official name Liu Zhen'er was rarely called.
For more than a month, a few of us have been frequent visitors to Katsura Fang.
In particular, the singers who had made out with us were very considerate to us.
But this time, with Miss Shangguan Yanxi by her side, we just drank and watched the songs, and there was nothing more about the wind and moon.
After seeing Miss Yanxi's female dress, several singer sisters who had always been secretly in love with "Shangguan Little Brother" and Sima Xiangru couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and they didn't come to harass her anymore.
After coming out of Guizhifang, everyone went their separate ways.
Shangguan Yanxi went back to the Xishi main store of the "Los Angeles Post Station", and she promised to send a few men to the inn where we were staying, and take our mounts back to her own stable to take care of them.
In addition, in order to repay the love of changing horses under the Heavenly Mountain, Miss Yanxi also specially prepared some holiday gifts for her grandfather and grandfather.
But no matter how much I asked, the naughty girl wouldn't tell me what it was, and she said that she would know when the time came, and that it would be a novelty that I had never seen before.
Chang'an, Luoyang and other places have only become popular during the Chinese New Year's Eve and Shangyuan festivals in the past two years, which can increase the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.
The next day, we got up early and braved the biting cold wind of the early morning to come to the pavilion on the bank of the Weishui River, where Miss Yanxi was already waiting.
"Miss Yanxi, thank you for your hard work! Hehe. Can you do it one back and forth a day? Why don't you go back and talk to your mother, and celebrate the New Year in our Yizhai! ”
Looking at Shangguan Yanxi, I smiled apologetically, I haven't rested much in the past few days since I returned from Donghai County, and I have been eating, drinking, and having fun with our friends all day long.
I know the long distance on horseback, and even a sturdy young man like me can't bear it, let alone a weak woman, and she is still in such a cold and snowy situation.
"Brother Yi, don't worry! From the Zhongnan Mountain to the skiing down, through the entire Shanglin Garden to Chang'an West City, I don't have a problem to play back and forth in a day! What a way to do this ice drama on Weishui and Fengshui! Shangguan Yanxi raised her head and looked at me with a bright smile.
"Okay then, you must bring me with you next time you play in the snow of Zhongnan Mountain!"
In previous years, in Qingfengze, every year when the Spring Festival of our Han family arrived, all the relatives in the royal city would gather at my inn to drink and play happily, which was called a lively.
Thinking of spending the upcoming Chinese New Year's Eve with his grandfather in Yizhai in the deep mountains and old forests, without a female companion by his side, he suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart.
"Okay, I will come to your Yizhai after the year, and I will return to Chang'an after playing until the Shangyuan Festival, and then we will go to Zhongnan Mountain to pray for blessings!" Miss Yanxi seemed to read my thoughts, and said.
"Young master, it's not too early, let's go on the road!"
Liu Liu, who was standing on the side, watched us flirting and chatting, and urged eagerly.
"Alright! Remember, just keep your balance and don't slow down! The river doesn't look like a street, there are no obstacles ahead, don't worry about what you bump into! ”
Shangguan Yanxi's skateboard today is twice as big as the day before yesterday, and there is a bulging cloth bag on it, which should contain the gift she wants to give to her grandfather.
As he spoke, Shangguan Yanxi had slipped lightly into the center of the river and gave us the order to set off loudly.
Line up, good guys! This is clearly the Spring Suburb Jockey Club in the royal city of Khotan!
I heard that my grandfather won the first prize in the Jockey Club and won the heart of my grandmother Murong Qionglin.
The wind was bitterly cold on the river, and even though Miss Yanxi had prepared cotton covers and hoods for us to protect our hands and ears, I still felt that my fingers and ears were frozen and I was about to lose my instincts.
Slide it! Desperately helping, flying at a speed, we who are new to ice drama have done it!
Of course, there were several times when I fell down sharply due to improper operation on the skateboard, and then my body swept everything across the ice like a spinning top, bringing about a chain reaction.
Qin Chong and Sha Mihan, who didn't have time to dodge, would also fall in response, and several big men would cross and circle like this, until they collided with the rocks on the shore, and then they would slowly stop.
The whole process was full of stars, the sky was spinning, and finally I vomited all the food I ate in the morning.
And every time she comes to save us, there is only this smiling Miss Yanxi.
Just like a beginner in horseback riding, the art of mastering a horse can only be acquired after a beating, and the same is true for ice play.
Two hours later, we came to the estuary area where the Fengshui flows into the Weishui, and by this time we were basically able to control the speed and slowness.
The feeling of free flight brought about by the ice play also followed, and the joy was simply indescribable.
After sliding upstreams on the Fengshui ice for more than an hour, we finally arrived at the third tributary of Fengshui that Miss Yanxi said, that is, the stream that flows from under the cliff where our Yizhai is located, which is called Qingxi.
The water of Qingxi is formed by the hot springs in the mountains, so even in this season of nine cold days, it will not freeze.
Therefore, in the far away place from Qingxi, the ice on the river surface has slowly thinned, and there is a danger of breaking the ice and drowning if you go forward.
So a few of us abandoned the river and went ashore, and slid through the waist-deep snow-covered mountains and forests for more than an hour.
The familiar log walls and mountain gates in Yizhai in front of us finally returned to our eyes, and the warm sun shone directly on the mountains and snowfields, and the sound of melting ice and snow could be heard.
The location of the dining hall in the front hall, a pillar of cooking smoke rushed straight into the sky, and it was the right time to come back, and it was time for Yizhai to start eating at noon.