Xu Zixian traveled hundreds of miles in one day, and when he returned to the other courtyard from Fucheng, Rao was strong and strong, and he was in his prime of life, and he still felt a burst of exhaustion.

When he returned, it was already dark, Li Yi confessed his guilt and went back to rest directly, he was much more tired than Xu Zixian, after all, he was nearly middle-aged.

Xu Zixian was not very tired, he did not go to the Nan'an River for a walk, but walked south, through the town's houses, walked on the quiet path, walked through the large vegetable fields in the barking of dogs, and then crossed the high river embankment, all the way to the edge of the Min River.

The moonlight above the night sky is very dim, it is now the beginning of July, and it is the Zhongyuan Festival after ten days, and the other courtyard is already operating things such as paper people and paper horses, and the Zhongyuan Festival is going to the ancestral tomb of the Hou Mansion to worship the ancestors, in fact, the little sister takes most of the people to do most of it, and the real reason is to sacrifice the deceased parents.

Speaking of which, there are not many gods in the ancestral hall of Nan'an Houfu, the cemetery is very large, and there are only a few cemeteries, after all, it has just moved to Fuzhou for a few decades, and the time is still short.

If you want to really worship your ancestors, you still have to go to the palace of King Qi, Xu Zixian's great-grandfather is Emperor Wenzong, and when the time comes, he will be led by King Qi to worship the Jingshi together, and then open the palace to worship the ancestors, and then start to worship in front of Emperor Taizu's gods and relics.

In recent years, King Zhao has been proud and powerful, but Dazong Zheng and Dadu Governor are still the king of Qi, and the king of Qi is the leader of the Fuzhou clan.

Xu Zixian didn't think too much about these things, he just looked at the flowing Minjiang River, feeling the ruthlessness of the years and this inexplicable change, today is actually Xu Zixian's birthday in later generations, even if he is not at home at this time in previous years, his parents in later generations will call, or transfer him a sum of money, tell him to have a good meal, or buy clothes for himself......

Under the night sky, Xu Zi first shed tears for a while, was stunned for a while, and finally walked back to the courtyard.

It was barely nine o'clock in the hour, and there was silence all around, and most of the people were asleep.

The town is full of flowers, with hundreds of shops, thousands of residents, and a population of more than 20,000 people. But after all, it is still a market town, and it can't be compared with Fucheng, and there are still some places in Fuzhou City at this time that will be very lively, but Nananze Town is dead silent.

The door of the other courtyard is also Zhuang Ding to serve, and he is also asleep at the moment, Xu Zi did not wake up the person first, but fortunately, the door is hidden, he pushed the door in, and then turned around to put the door on the top.

"The prince is back?"

There were people waiting in the front yard with lanterns, and the sound of the wind howling from the large front yard was a little scary in this dead night.

The woman with the lantern in front of her was Xiu Niang, she seemed to be a little frightened, her already big eyes opened more round, and she looked at Xu Zixian with a little panic.

"It's me." Xu Zixian was originally depressed, but at this time he was amused by this woman.

Thinking about it, Xiuniang has been married twice in fact, it is less than nineteen, and she has just entered college in the next life, which is the age of her younger sister, and those little girls are scared to squeak when they see a cockroach...... Xu Zixian was moved in his heart and said, "You came to welcome me?" ”

Xiuniang lowered her head and said, "Miss is sleepy, go to bed first, and tell me to wait for the son, if the son is hungry, prepare some food." ”

"Oh, no need...... Xu Zixian was not very hungry, and after a while, he said, "Do you know how to make soup cakes?" ”

Xiuniang hesitated and said: "I have done it, I am afraid that I will not do it well." ”

"That's it, make me a bowl of soup cakes."

A man and a woman walked in while talking, the situation seemed a little ambiguous, Xiuniang also felt it, and deliberately distanced herself from Xu Zixian.

The more this is the case, Xu Zixian can appreciate her slender and upright figure, slender waist and plump and round buttocks give people a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

But Xu Zixian had no plans to make any moves, his name, Xiuniang's own thoughts, and the current complicated situation, all of which prevented him from further thoughts and plans.

When passing through the second gate and entering the courtyard of the main hall, Xiuniang lit the east side of the wing, which is the usual place to eat, and the next room is the kitchen, Xiuniang took the white noodles and began to knead the noodles with water.

It can be seen that Xiuniang is really not very good at making soup cakes, soup cakes are noodles, noodles made of pure white noodles are not a delicacy that ordinary people can often enjoy, Fujian people do not eat noodles very often, rice is the staple food, and poor people can not often eat rice noodles, most of them are brown rice and multigrain pasta mixed with food.

Xiuniang rubbed the water and dough hard, her hair hung down to her face from time to time, and after a while, there were beads of sweat on her forehead, and she wiped the sweat with the back of her hand......

Xu Zixian didn't speak, the dim light kept shaking, and there was silence all around, only a young and beautiful woman kneading noodles for herself under the lamp, this birthday was completely different from the previous more than 20 birthdays, but he felt very happy in his heart, and he didn't want to speak, ruining the current atmosphere of peace and joy in vain.

Xiuniang finally kneaded the noodles, took the knife and cut them into long and wide strips, she cut it very carefully, although the craftsmanship was unfamiliar, Xu Zixian still felt much better than what she did.

Seeing that Xiuniang was going to carry firewood to make a fire, Xu Zi stopped her first and said, "I'll go to raise the fire." ”

He first stuffed the straw into the stove, lit the straw with a fire sickle, and then put in the firewood, and the tongue of fire added the chopped wood, and then ignited, and the fire ignited in the hearth, Xiuniang dug out a piece of lard from the urn, put it in the pot, after stabbing it, put in the green onion and ginger, and then poured in the stored chicken broth, after boiling, put the noodles into the pot.

A fragrance spread in the air, Xu Zixian was very worried before, he was not very hungry, but at this time, his appetite was opened, and his stomach suddenly gurgled and thought.

Xiuniang couldn't help laughing, but she felt inappropriate, so she pursed her lips and quickly turned her face away.

The embers were enough, Xu Zi stood up first, saw the noodles in the pot rolling, and the soup was snow-white, and praised: "Xiuniang, your craftsmanship, it's enough to open a soup cake shop...... Well, if you want to open a store, people will definitely say that you are soup cake Shih Tzu. ”

The market culture of Dawei is quite developed, Xiuniang also knows what Xu Zixian's praise means, there are often lace news such as baked cakes in the city of Fuzhou, and there are also newspapers in the countryside, Xiuniang is literate and has seen it.

"The prince has won the prize." Xiuniang was very happy for no reason, but she subconsciously forbade herself to be very happy, she said: "If the son is fine, I will retire." ”

"I said the wrong thing." Xu Zixian likes it very much now, as if he has a girlfriend who is celebrating his birthday with him, he said softly: "You wait on the side, put the bowl away for a while, and Aunt Li will talk about you tomorrow morning." ”

Aunt Li is another servant woman, like all middle-aged women, no woman seems to like a daughter-in-law like Xiuniang, Xu Zixian feels that the women are jealous, Xiuniang has remarried and is still so young and beautiful, and they are already ugly.

Xiuniang didn't know what her psychology was, so she sat silently on the side at the moment.

The noodles under the chicken soup are indeed very fragrant, and the hand-rolled noodles are more strong, Xu Zixian doesn't like to eat instant noodles, and he doesn't like to eat dried noodles, so he likes to eat wider hand-rolled noodles.

The taste is fragrant, the noodles are also good, Xiuniang is ingenious after all, although she is mainly cleaning and laundry in the other courtyard, and she rarely has the opportunity to cook with white noodles, but the noodles made are good, which is very suitable for Xu Zixian's appetite.

He wanted to say something and tell this woman not to go back to the dilapidated home, just stay here, but Xu Zixian had already made arrangements for this matter, so he could only eat noodles silently and watch Xiuniang sit quietly under the shadow of the lamp and wait.

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The next day, Xu Zi slept very soundly until he was woken up by Xu Mingtui.

Xu Zixian opened his eyes and saw the little sister standing not far from the bed with red eyes, holding a stack of newspapers in her hand, and said sadly and joyfully: "Brother, the newspaper from Fuzhou has been delivered." ”

Xu Zixian subconsciously said, "Oh, it's Saturday again." ”

Since the founding of the state of Taizu, there have been some changes to the calendar, before the Chinese year is the sexagenary branch, the month and day are the same, and later Taizu determined the new calendar, a year in December, the number is used, and then January is divided into three days to four weeks in January, and the week is divided into seven days.

The officials were not too accustomed to it at first, but later Taizu regarded the sixth and seventh days of the week as the official rest day, that is, in addition to the Spring Festival to the Lantern Festival, as well as the birthday of the Son of Heaven, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingming and other festivals, there are eight days off every month.

This is really a very good policy, and all the officials are quite happy.

Every Saturday, there will be a new newspaper in Fuzhou Weekly, which is generally delivered in the middle of the night.

In the real distance, you can only read the current issue of the newspaper after a day or even two or three days.

At this time, Xu Zixian saw that his little sister's eyes were red, and he said, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiaomei handed him the newspaper and said, "Brother, I always thought you had no heart and no lungs, but now I know that you have a mind hidden in your heart." ”

Xu Zixian's heart moved, jumped out of bed, opened the weekly newspaper and saw that there were no editions of current politics, society and commerce, but Xiaomei had already turned over the literary edition, and when he looked at it, he saw that the "Back" he wrote was published in the literary edition.

There is also an editor's note......

Of course, Xu Zixian didn't have to read the article, and after a few glances at the editor's note, he was embarrassed.

The text is simple and unpretentious, but it contains deep emotions, the idea is excellent, the feelings are sincere, and in fact, the words and sentences are very particular, and the non-market vernacular can be compared......

The official documents of the Great Wei have actually been changed to the vernacular, and it has been changed for nearly two hundred years.

Of course, it is standardized, the colloquial vernacular is removed, and the words are still relatively simple and elegant compared to the real civilian vernacular...... But the vernacular is still vernacular.

Of course, the real literary people look down on the vernacular, and the folk novels, storytelling, and words are all in the vernacular, and there are many slang and vulgar words, and the places where the literati and scholars gather, such things are not on the table.

Of course, Xu Zixian's article is also in the vernacular, he was a little worried at first, afraid that he would not be able to make it to the literary edition, but after having this editor's note, his heart was put down.

In fact, Xu Zixian is also worried in vain, the back can become a famous article, every word has a unique charm and feeling, not ordinary people can make it, this article is quite a brilliant article for anyone, as long as the editor of the weekly newspaper is not blind, he still knows how to choose.

Now I can finally rest assured, the circulation of the weekly newspaper is very large, Xu Zixian will quickly become famous, wash away the unfavorable image of the past, and the image of filial piety will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and will be recognized to a considerable extent...... At least Nan'an Hou Shizi's article is not badly written, and it is not the kind of unlearned and unskilled appearance that people imagine.

As for why he didn't copy the famous poems or literary articles that Da Wei didn't have, it was also quite obvious, a gentleman who had never learned anything and was suddenly able to write brilliantly, Xu Zixian This is suspicious and controversial, even if it is published and published, the effect is not as good as this simple and unpretentious vernacular article.

"It's okay." Xu Zixian patted the little sister a few times and said, "It's going to be the Midyear Festival soon, and I wrote this one when I remembered that my father was here." ”

"I know." The little sister said with red eyes: "The night before yesterday, you went for a walk by the river by yourself, and Xiuniang told me, brother, don't do this in the future." ”

Little sister, are you afraid that I won't be able to open it? Isn't that the case......

Xu Zixian felt a little ashamed in his heart, no matter what, he had tarnished his little sister's innocent feelings, and he was also a little ashamed of his father, and he used his deceased father as an excuse to make a name for himself, which still made Xu Zixian ashamed.

"It's okay." Xu Zixian patted his little sister on the head again, and said with a smile: "I'm hungry, do I have anything to eat?" ”

"I'll ask Xiuniang to do it for you." The little sister smiled slightly and said, "How about the soup cake?" ”

"Anything will do...... Xu Zixian smiled first, "I can eat a cow now." ”