Most of the local folk customs can be reflected the more they are during the festival. When the New Year is approaching on this side of the Yongjiang River, every household will steam several layers of soft and sweet rice cakes in the pot to celebrate such a happy and festive festival.

Wherever you enter the water and soil, you must respect the folk customs, Su Yu is no exception, in addition to cutting a few window flowers with the local women, it is to watch Cui'er spread the prepared flour for rice cakes in the pot layer by layer.

On the coarse cloth cage drawer, a few boiled dumpling leaves were first spread, and after they were neatly laid, Cui'er sprinkled the ground yellow rice noodles evenly with a layer, and when the noodles were placed, Su Yu helped hand the steamed soft and glutinous red beans in front of him to Cui'er.

Cui'er smiled shyly at Su Yu, lightly sprinkled a thin layer of red beans on the yellow rice noodles, and saw the pot steaming up, red and yellow, particularly dazzling and beautiful.

Su Yu was watching from the side, and saw that Cui'er sprinkled another layer of glutinous rice noodles in the clay pot, and in an instant, a layer of snow fell on the vast earth.

Looking at the snow-white rice cakes on her face, Su Yu proposed to Cui'er: "I don't like the appearance of snow, I like the feeling of spring in March, peach blossoms and spring willows." ”

Cui'er smiled, and after following Su Yu for a long time, she followed Su Yu's meaning and called her Sister Yu and said, "Don't worry, it's still early." ”

As she spoke, Cui'er grabbed a handful of red dates from the basket with dry goods, washed them with water several times, and sprinkled them on the glutinous rice noodles like a vast white snow.

Su Yuba looked at it with his head and commented: "Although it doesn't look like a peach blossom and a spring willow, it's not so lifeless." ”

Cui'er had a rare idea this time, and sold it to Su Yu and said, "Chunliu has it, I'll show it to you." ”

As soon as he turned around, Yiyi went to the kitchen cabinet again, took out a small wooden box, opened it, carefully took it out, and showed it to Su Yu.

"This is a grape from Gongzi, and he wants me to make adult cakes for you, which is said to have come from a distant Fanbang land, but it's sweet."

Su Yu looked at it, and the dried fruit in Cui'er's hand still retained the color of Cui Youyou's eyes, which was very good-looking, and it was indeed a little like the tender willow that had just been drawn in March.

Twisted one up and put it in his mouth and tasted it, Su Yu nodded and said approvingly: "It's really delicious." After that, he looked at Cui'er again and complained: "Your usual cooking is so unpalatable, you Yongjiang local rice cakes, you don't want to mess up." ”

Cui'er pouted and said aggrievedly: "Sister Yu, is the food I cooked so unpalatable?" Every time Dr. Huang said, he always said......"

"What do you mean?" Su Yu was a little curious, in her heart, that Dr. Huang must be a person who has something to say, and it stands to reason that she will not praise her conscience in order to comfort Cui'er, a little girl.

Cui'er smiled, a little embarrassed to tell the truth.

At this time, a head poked into the kitchen window, and Dr. Huang, who was passing by, smelled the fragrance and came to take a look, and happened to meet Su Yu curiously, so he said mercilessly: "I said, I'd rather eat what Cui'er makes than eat what you do, what Cui'er does may only need money, and what you do is just terrible!" ”

When Su Yu heard this, he immediately turned around, picked up half of the steamed buns he had eaten in the morning, and pretended to be about to throw them at Doctor Huang.

Although he was just making a bluffing posture, Dr. Huang still roared as if he had been pricked by a needle: "Don't be rude to you girl, be careful that I add Coptis chinensis to your medicine!" ”

Su Yu knew that this Doctor Huang listened to Zeng Cong's words the most, so he threatened: "Then I will tell Zeng Cong that you have a personal vendetta." ”

There was a sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, and Su Yu had just put down half of the hard steamed bun in his hand, when he heard the elegant voice outside and asked with a smile: "Who declared a personal vendetta?" ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Su Yu was overjoyed, and hurriedly ran out, smiling at Zeng Cong and saying, "You're finally back, are you okay with the scholar?" ”

Zeng Cong saw that Su Yu was happy, and that smile was like a ray of sunshine in his heart, like a cold winter day.

The tone was still gentle, but Zeng Cong deliberately said on his face: "Don't run, be careful." ”

Su Yu realized his carelessness and regretted it a little, but since they all came out, he walked to Zeng Cong, looked at him and said, "I see that you are also tired, it is better to go back and rest first, and then talk to me about the scholar." ”

Zeng Cong raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness, he looked at Su Yu and said, "It's okay, you come to the study with me." ”

As he spoke, Zeng Cong turned around and went in the direction of the study, but the steps under his feet were deliberately slow.

Su Yu followed aside, Zeng Cong walked slowly, she had to walk slowly, but she behaved well on her face, but in her heart, she couldn't wait to know about the scholar's situation, and she was a little anxious to know, first, she cared about the progress of the battle between the two armies, and the most important thing was that Su Yu wanted to know how the scholar's body was in the cold winter.

Zeng Cong's study, Su Yu has been in it a few times, and every time he feels that this study is too plain, not like an ordinary literati with famous painting utensils, but simple, except for books, that is, books, only the position of the window sill, raising a simple and elegant orchid.

At this time, Su Yu couldn't help but ask Zeng Cong, "You don't have any hobbies on weekdays?" ”

Su Yu had asked this question several times, Zeng Cong put a few books on the desk back in place, still very formal, and answered the remaining questions that Su Yu was about to ask, "I don't love flowers and jade, I don't love antique calligraphy and paintings, and I don't like to make friends." ”

At this point, the maid who was waiting beside Zeng Cong came in with a cup of brewed tea, her steps were extremely light, and when she placed the teapot and cups, she was also careful and did not make any sound.

Looking at the maid again, Su Yu remembered that she seemed to be called Hongsha, her life was white and pure, and there was a touch of rouge on her lips, and she did look as gorgeous as her name.

After Hongsha placed the tea, bent down and gently retreated, and covered the door, Su Yu squeezed his eyes towards Zeng Cong and gossiped: "Don't you like a beauty like Hongsha?" ”

"Nope."

Zeng Cong didn't think about it, and directly denied it: "I like to be quiet, Hongsha happens to be a quiet girl." ”

Su Yu said of course: "Then you just like a girl like Hongsha~"

"I ......"

Zeng Cong opened his mouth and wanted to explain again, but saw Su Yu come to the table, pour himself a cup of weak tea, like an enlightened parent, and persuade: "If you like it, you like it, it's the age of romance, it's nothing to like a girl, don't be embarrassed." ”

The hand holding the book was stunned, Zeng Cong's tone was flat, and he directly denied: "I didn't love Hongsha. ”

When Su Yu heard this, he frowned, listened carefully to the fact that there was no one outside the window, and whispered to Zeng Cong: "Now there is no one around, and our brothers are not outsiders, you talk to your sister, you don't like women, but you like men?" ”

For the first time, Zeng Cong, who thought he was a little out of shape, sprinkled some water on the teapot he had just picked up, looked up at Su Yu's starry eyes, and didn't bother to explain, in a word, changed the topic and said: "This time, Brother Wen asked me to bring a letter to you." ”

Facts have proved that this head is very successful, Su Yu immediately adjusted out of the mood of gossip, and said happily: "Where is the letter?" ”

Zeng Cong handed over the letter pressed on the bookcase, Su Yu took it, and sure enough, he saw a small painting outlined on the envelope with a few simple strokes.

The scholar's painting style is simple, but it is the best among them, scribbled a few strokes, can always draw a bit of charm, the small painting painted a crooked peach tree, a straw mat under the tree, empty on it, only a small round wine gourd, this scene, is when they were a few peach orchard righteousness, experienced.

This was the tacit understanding and secret words between several of them, when they were in Qingyunling before, they had done so many cases of robbing the rich and helping the poor, most of them were the silver of the rich man next to the robbery, and the silver that was robbed could not be placed at home, it would definitely be seen by a few sharp-eyed masters, so for the sake of safety, a few people divided the silver into several parts, and hid it in other parts of the village, or under the stones, or in the cracks of the wall, or in the ancient tree hole, in short, the place where the money was hidden, there would always be a simple description of these small strokes as a mark, to prove that this is their territory, and when a few people see this kind of small painting, they must also understand that it is their own people.

Regardless of the number of times this small painting has been used, whether it is extensive or not, anyway, the original plan was planned like this, and the person who proposed this plan was a scholar. I remember that for a few days, the scholars were holding branches to teach everyone how to paint, and while teaching, they would say, this is very simple, very simple.

But it turned out that it was not simple, at least for the remaining few bales except for the scholars.

Among them, Su Yu and Tang Zhe are still the top among the remaining people, and they are crookedly drawn, and they are always paintings, and the person who paints the peach blossoms as firewood and the wine pot as a water scoop is Zhulin, as for holding the branches and painting a mess on the ground, such as being crawled by an earthworm, it is Da Kui.

Da Kui felt that this was more difficult than any set of sword techniques he practiced.

Now the style of notes on this letter, this scene, is indeed a scholar, even if the anthropomorphic handwriting is extremely realistic, it cannot describe the charm of this small painting.

I couldn't wait to open the letter, and I sprinkled several articles, Su Yu was meticulous, and even the short trivial matters of the parents in it were read countless times.

The content of the letter, most of the mention is still Yiyi, Su Yu can read between the lines, Yiyi's death has become a hurdle that the scholar's heart can't overcome, and now the book's birthday night is working hard and his body is getting weaker, and avenging Yiyi is all the motivation to support him to persevere.

Holding these letters in his hand, Su Yu could see that the front and back, the pen was slightly different, thinking that this letter was not completed by the scholar at one time, and the traces of the next few pen and ink were a little trembling.

These don't seem to be anything at first glance, but Su Yu is a person who understands scholars, scholars do things differently from them, scholars have always been a person who is unwilling to procrastinate, most things can be completed at one time, and they will never be delayed until the next day, and now a few letters and scholars can't be completed in one day, it can be seen that his body is already very weak.