Chapter 66 Kaifeng Winter

From then on, as long as Tie Xinyuan put the basket containing the fox and the puppy under the city wall before going out every day, someone would feed the puppy during the day, and by the way, even the fox was fed.

When you come back in the evening, you only need to bring the basket in, and as for the dogs, they have already been carried home by the fox one by one.

Sometimes Tie Xinyuan can even see some adults in the city, according to the little princess, there are many people in the palace who like to take care of foxes, but strangely there are not many people who like to take care of puppies.

What caused this situation, Tie Xinyuan naturally knew.

The fox is a rui beast in the emperor's mouth, and it is an existence that can eat at the same table with the emperor, and this right is not qualified except for the queen.

There is only one complete man in the palace, the emperor, so this man's hobby will naturally become the hobby of all women in the palace......

These words could not be said to the little princess, for sooner or later her mother would tell her the truth.

God knows why it's so cold in Tokyo this winter!

There were ice slags floating under the clear blue sky, Tie Xinyuan was wearing cotton pants and cotton clothes, wearing his mother's shoddy ear protection cotton hat on his head, and his hands were stuffed in his sleeves and he shivered and walked to the school.

He felt that if he didn't eat some calorie-rich food, he would probably freeze to death.

A cart drove by, with five or six frozen corpses on it, adults, children, and women, and strangely all had smiling faces on their faces, which was very eerie.

This scene is very common in Tokyo in winter, and I heard from the people who came to eat at the restaurant that when someone finds a "road down" on the road, if the face is in pain, it can be saved by covering the quilt and putting it in a warm place. If this person had turned into a smiling face, then there would be no need to save him, and he would have frozen to death a long time ago.

This reminded Tie Xinyuan of the "Little Match Girl" he had read when he was reading before, she was probably such a smiling face when she was frozen to death, and because of this, people would imagine such an article.

Children from poor families do not have unbearable suffering.

Xiaohua was wearing a cotton hat on his head that was exactly the same as the one on Tie Xinyuan's head, his little face was red from the cold, and his two red and swollen hands like carrots were clumsily pouring wontons into the hot soup.

The weather is cold, and everyone wants to eat a bowl of hot vegetable and meat wontons before going on the road, so her family's wonton stall is doing very well business.

Tie Xinyuan took off the fingerless gloves on his hands and put them on Xiaohua's red and swollen hands like steamed buns, and took the colander to help cook the wontons.

"Brother Yuan'er is here to help your little lady again? Xiaohua is really blessed, and she won't have to suffer like this if she marries Brother Yuan in the future. ”

The women in the market like to chew on the root of their tongues the most, Tie Xinyuan naturally doesn't care, and can respond with a smile every time, Xiaohua is still young, but she knows that she should cover her face with shame at this time.

"If Brother Yuan really likes Xiaohua, you should let your mother send the three-color gift to Xiaohua's house, and you can bring Xiaohua home next year."

"Nonsense, Xiaohua went to the Iron Lady's house to enjoy it, and now Xiaohua's family makes a living by selling wontons, Xiaohua is gone, you let the tuberculosis ghost Huang Laoshi's family go to drink the northwest wind."

Tie Xinyuan threw the boiled wontons on the table and said, "Let's eat, don't talk about gossip that others don't like to hear, you can come over and eat bowls of wontons every day, even if you do Xiaohua a big favor." ”

"As long as you are a little adult, my aunt doesn't entangle with you, my family's spring seedlings have long been looking forward to playing with you, why don't I see you coming......"

Tie Xinyuan was gossiping with the neighbors while working, and after a while, the sun came out, Tie Xinyuan wiped his hands and said to the small flower roasting next to him: "I'm leaving, it's too cold, you go home early after buying wontons." ”

Xiaohua was used to Tie Xinyuan treating her like this, and nodded hurriedly, she knew that if Tie Xinyuan didn't leave, she would be late to Mengxue.

Niu San was afraid that the taste of the roasted cakes and haggis was as good as before, and remembered what he had said to his master that day, so he quickly took another one, his own non-payment is a matter of course, but it is not good to not give money for the extra one, the Song people are the most particular about rules and faithfulness, and the credit that they have built up with great difficulty must not be easily destroyed.

Especially ruined by ten coppers.

Strange to say, in the Great Song Dynasty, people believed in Cigna more than in the contract, and the person who took the contract to the government to claim his rights and interests would be ridiculed by everyone, and even if he claimed his things back, he would be despised by the rest.

And whether you are justified or not.

There are two poor people who are ready to start a business together, but neither of them has enough capital to support the business they are about to start.

So a very interesting phenomenon arises, these two people will take the initiative to divide the priorities, and will combine the financial resources of the two people to make one person rich first.

After the person who got rich first gained a firm foothold, one of the things he had to do was to start sparing no effort to support the poor brother, until the poor brother became rich, and then he could be regarded as fulfilling his promise.

At first, Tie Xinyuan thought that this must be full of fraud, betrayal, and treachery, but he finally found that he had never heard of treachery in Tokyo, and no matter which of the allied people was good or bad, it seemed that none of them left their poor brothers, but there was really none.

When my mother first asked for pork, she just said hello to the butcher, who brought fresh pork to the shop every day, rain or shine.

Everyone in Tokyo knows that the butcher gang is not a good person, but it definitely does not include their business, the mother of pork delivered every day never repeats it, the butcher says that it is as much as it is, according to the price said, there is no credit, and the meat sent by the butcher is never short of catties or shoddy.

Living in a relatively honest world is actually a very good and boring thing, so that smart people have little room to display their talents.

Tie Xinyuan looked at the big restaurants that put the complete sets of precious silverware in their shops in the homes of the people who wanted to rent the silverware, without even going through the formalities, and there was always a plan in his heart to deceive the silverware in the whole city of Tokyo and turn it into silver ingots.

It's embarrassing to say, Tie Xinyuan also asked Mr. about this matter, why those people in restaurants and restaurants trust others so much.

The gentleman also replied inexplicably: "Isn't this a matter of course?" ”

This sentence squeezed out the small amount under Tiexinyuan's leather robe...... From then on, he plans to be an honest person, even if he pretends to be the end.

The help to Xiaohua is one of them, at first it was just a temporary soft-heartedness, and later I found that as long as you start a thing, if you don't have a good ending, you will be despised, at least by a gentleman like Mr. Guo.

When he came to Mengxue, it was already late, and the master didn't let Tie Xinyuan go to a cold school like an ice cellar, so she dragged him to Mr.'s small study, and the two of them ate mutton and cakes over a warm charcoal fire and drank the unknown medicinal tea that Mr. brought from his hometown.

Mr. Guo's children are already old, and now they are all staying in Chenliu to guard their homes, not far from Kaifeng, and the old couple stay in Tokyo City to continue to earn money for the family.

Listening to the teacher's mother talk about the old things, Tie Xinyuan was happy with her, and he was now very interested in participating in these simple daily activities.

The gentleman has a wound on his head, so it is not suitable to give a lecture, but more just to urge everyone to read, and it is really a torture to read and write big characters on this day when the water is dripping into ice. According to what Mr. said, studying hard in the cold window and grinding through the iron inkstone itself is cultivating a scholar's spirit of hardship and hard work, which is also a kind of cultivation, and it is also a kind of perfection of one's own spirit.

may be eccentric, Zhang Fatzi is so cold that his nose is flowing like a river, and he stammers and stammers in the school, which is indescribably obscene.

Tie Xinyuan sat on the edge of the fire with a book and read for a while, and then gossiped with his wife, but in the eyes of Mr., he was full of elegance.

Finally waited until the end of school, Tie Xinyuan gathered his classmates and walked out slowly, Zhang Fatzi vigorously stomped his numb feet while wiping his nose with a dirty handkerchief, in the Great Song Dynasty, even for people like Zhang Fatzi, who were born in a rich family, it is common for his hands and feet to be frostbitten.

My mother didn't like the stove business, nor the gloves and hats, but she thought that having a soup cake shop at home was enough to make a living, and she didn't need to get too deep into the circle of merchants.

She always thinks that her son should be a figure who is in and out of the picture, and if she wants to have a chance in the future, she will use the means of a merchant to get gold and silver now, and she will feel uncomfortable using it in the future.

The dilapidated building continued to be heightened, and even on such a cold day, the construction did not stop, and Tie Xinyuan stood in front of his shop, worried that the craftsmen who were carving on the opposite side would fall from it.

Mr. Luo Shui, who is now stationed in Tie Xinyuan's soup cake shop, sent someone to clean up the utility room on the west side of Tie Xinyuan's soup and cake shop, and put it in a large copper stove, which is warm and does not need to wear thick clothes at all, and Tie Xinyuan will go into that room to warm up and read as soon as he comes.

"I'm reading those useless books again."

Luo Shui, who was making a map, glanced at the "Analects" in Tie Xinyuan's hand, put down the pen in his hand, sighed, and said.

"Rich families don't need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of millets in the book; There is no need to raise a hall to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book; Don't hate to go out with no one, there are many cars and horses in the book; Don't hate unscrupulous matchmakers when marrying a wife, there is Yan Ruyu in the book; If the boy is determined to live his life. The Six Classics read to the window.

It's a royal precept, you shouldn't say that. Tie Xinyuan put down the book, grabbed a handful of raw chestnuts, and baked them on the copper stove.