"Busy with what?"

Yuan Ji pointed to the big cafeteria in front of him, "Let's eat first." ”

After a pause, he remembered his own face again, "By the way, there is no plaque in the house, and the master is now empty, you find someone to hang a 'Yuan Mansion' first, so that the gift giver at least knows where to send!" ”

Zhao Fu agreed repeatedly: "The slave and maid will go after eating, and the master will leave a Mobao?" ”

"It's a piece, that's slow."

Yuan Ji didn't mind this at all, "Find someone in the shop who can write and pull it down, why is the writing so good?" Cherish the days when you don't have a half-job? ”

The two walked forward while talking, stepping on the bluestone slab road out of the shade of the tree where the vermicelli was drying, and when they saw that Yuanji's subordinates were far away, they stopped and worshipped from afar, and stood in place with their crossed hands, bowing their heads slightly, facing Yuanji head-on.

This is still "free of courtesy", and the mansion licensed by Yuanji does not kneel, does not kneel in the room, does not kneel in the foresight, and does not kneel in the three.

Unless you would rather get tired of being by his side, you basically don't need to kneel in outdoor public places.

Because it is easy to stain the pants when you kneel, you will wear out the waste cloth when you wash it.

Clothing is expensive these days.

"Say hello to the master, Wan Fu Jin'an!"

A servant woman and a maid were sitting on the terrazzo slab by the well, burying their heads in the rice basin and chopping rice, feeling that the surroundings were suddenly quiet, and when they looked up, they found that the master and Mr. Zhao were walking in front of them, and quickly stood up and made a squatting salute.

Yuan Ji didn't pay attention to it, and walked by himself, Zhao Fu waved his hand to the two of them sideways, signaling to eat yours, no need to be polite.

“… Well? ”

Yuan Ji took two steps, frowned and stopped, then walked back reflexively, slowly walked to the side of the terrazzo slab, and looked at the rice bowl held by the two subordinates.

Let the master star, a servant woman and a maid, all awkward, standing still with their heads bowed.

"Eat."

Yuan Ji said strangely, "Eat yours." ”

The master spoke, the married servant woman, the unmarried maid, no matter how awkward the two of them were, they still picked up the bowl, waved the chopsticks, and picked up the rice in small bites.

"How did you get into the house?"

Yuan Ji raised his chin and asked Zhao Fu on the side.

"The lord belongs to the Ilhan of Sakhun and the Ilhanji."

Zhao Fu pointed to the servant woman, Yierhan is the wife, and then pointed to the maid and daughter under the house who were not on a bad errand.

The "people" are the soldiers of the Manchurian fixed base areas within the establishment of the banner and the commander of the world. The leaders of Changbai Mountain are all recorded by the cattle of Changbai Mountain, and the leaders of Yehe Zuo are all from the Yehenara Department, which is higher than Baoyi, and they are banner soldiers.

It's just that the "human" has been this exclusive leader of the flag soldier for generations, and he will automatically become a flag soldier at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

"Human" is no different from the family soldiers, and the main composition of the personal soldier Goshkha is relative to the world management leader.

These "people" are all Yuanji's second staff leader of the Zhengbai Banner when he was promoted to the Zhengbai Banner Gushan Ezhen, and the second staff leader of the Zhengbai Banner was the leader of the fifteenth Gongzhong, and this leader was from the clan earlier.

Later, Yuan Ji was stroked, and he was turned into a coated protector leader, which was equivalent to being eaten by the Ministry of Internal Affairs as a white flag leader.

"It's still mother and daughter."

Yuan Ji nodded, the salary of the banner soldiers under the leadership of the guard army is not bad, and it is a Manchurian habit to let the family members go to the master's house, and the seven rank officials in front of the prime minister, not to mention the courtyard.

But he is very strange, no matter how much military pay he has, he won't put the big fat slices in the bowl and not eat them, right?

Losing weight is not a popular exercise in this era.

"Why don't you eat meat?"

Yuanji looked at it for a while, and found that the mother and daughter still only pulled white noodles, fried sauce, and minced garlic, which were the three big slices of fat in the bowl.

The servant woman glanced at Yuan Ji carefully, and took the chopsticks to pick up the meat, but the maid on the side wrinkled her nose and whispered: "Master, no one in the house eats meat." ”

"Ahh

Yuan Ji was stunned when he heard this, and asked, "Why?" ”

“… Odoriferous. "The little maid's voice is like a mosquito's chirping.

"Huh?"

Yuan Jiyi frowned and stretched out his hand, "Give me your bowl!" ”

The maid handed over the dishes and chopsticks with both hands.

Yuanji took the coarse porcelain rice bowl, picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, picked up a piece of fat meat covering the noodles, lowered his head and sniffed closely, and immediately frowned.

It's not bacon, it's not stinky meat, anyway, I don't know what the hell it tastes like it's disgusting.

Holding back the nausea, Motoji took the meat with chopsticks, put it to his mouth, and took a bite gently.

"Uh... Gross!"

As soon as he chewed it, a smell that made people's abdomen roll, his throat and eyes itched, and there seemed to be an impulse to spray out, which spread in his mouth, and Yuanji almost vomited, throwing away all the chopsticks and meat.

The servant woman and the maid mother and daughter were so frightened that they knelt on the spot.

"Gross... It's none of your business, get up. ”

Yuan Ji went to the well while retching, and Zhao Fu pressed half a bucket of well water without waiting for the command to flick his sleeves.

"Gollum."

Yuan Ji scooped half a scoop of water, drank a sip of shabu and spit it out, feeling that there was still a taste in his mouth, and drank two more sips before spitting.

It's just a little bit better.

Just about to throw the water scoop into the bucket, after thinking about it, he asked for the bowl in the servant's hand again, and said to the mother and daughter: "You two go to the front hall to eat, and by the way, let you cook, the front hall steward, run to find the master to report." ”

The two girls agreed, walked towards the front yard cafeteria, and soon entered the front hall door under the gaze of a group of servants standing in place.

After a while, two figures leaped out of the front hall and rushed all the way.

A water mother in a brown coat with an apron, a white towel around her neck, and a soft hat on her head, and a male canteen housekeeper in a horse coat and an old cotton jacket.

Yuan Ji knew the two of them, held the bowl in his palm and held it in front of the man's face, and asked expressionlessly: "Tan Tai, what's the matter with the meat?" In a word, explain it clearly to the master. ”

"The servants don't let the chief haji let the bad meat go, and the head haji insists on letting the bad meat go."

On a cold day, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from Tan Tai's round face, and his lips turned blue.

"Okay, you can say tongue twisters, pick yourself clean."

Yuan Ji nodded, holding a bowl and staggered past the two of them, without looking back, "Mother Shui will go back, and Tan Tai will go leisurely on the horizontal bar." ”

"Huh!"

Tan Tai played a thousand neatly, and without saying a word, he stood up and ran towards the martial arts arena in the east courtyard and played with the horizontal bar.

Mother Shui breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head and moved forward in small steps, trying to distance herself from Yuanji and Manager Zhao, who were walking forward quickly.

"What is Haji, this old dog, up again? Let him divide my door bag in half, have emotions? ”

Yuan Ji held the bowl and strode forward in the shape of a Tota Li Heavenly King, with no anger on his face.

Haji is also his mother's family, the Mongolian housekeeper from Horqin Banner, he grew up watching him grow up, and the oldest person in the province is fifty-three.

But the old man turned out to be in charge of horses, and when he came to Handi, the housekeeper was as unreliable as the Mongolian doctor, and he didn't grow up for many years, and he often had problems.

"Harji, perhaps... Maybe. ”

Zhao Fu wanted to say two good words for Lao Haji, he is considered a housekeeper in the inner courtyard, serving the master full-time, a person in the door of Chang Fujin, and accepting the leadership of Chang Fujin.

Haji is the steward of the outer courtyard, the affairs of the outer hall, the gatehouse, and the Zhuangzi shop and racecourse outside the house are all under the management of Haji, and he accepts the triple leadership of the master, Chang Fujin and him.

Zhao Fu likes Haji, likes Haji often has problems, and likes Haji not to be as smart as him, so he doesn't want to change to a shrewd and capable director of the outer courtyard, so he naturally wants to say good things for Haji.

But fuck, such a strange thing as putting stinky meat in the bowl of the next person, how to say good things, his brain was a little fragmented for a while, and he couldn't think of words in a hurry.

On the way, Zhao Fu asked the two of them, and went straight to the concierge with Yuanji.

The vermilion main gate of "Yuanfu" is closed, the door on the right side is half covered, and there is a bluestone ear room between the sides, and there is a hole in the door when you push the door.

The concierge of Lao Tian Mansion is a very large room, after all, it is necessary to receive the gift-giving team, so that the gift-giver has a seat.

Therefore, the gatehouse is very large, and it is the design of the compartment, with a horizontal screen and a curtain, in addition to the hall and the three VIP waiting rooms with a warm kang, it can also be separated from multiple compartments.

It's just that Haji is uneducated, and the lost hard screens and soft curtains have not been replaced, but a large coal stove has been set up in the gatehouse, and while heating, milk tea and mutton are eaten.

"Ugh."

As soon as he entered the door, a wave of heat came to his face, and he saw the old Haji sitting on a rattan tree, guarding the coal stove, and holding a fan in his hand.

"Master."

Old Haji was polite, and when he saw Yuanji coming, he hurriedly got up, wrapped one hand around his chest, and leaned down again, making a Mongolian greeting.

"Haji."

Yuanji walked to the coal fire, put the bowl on the table, sat down on the rattan chair where Haji was originally sitting, pointed to the bowl, and asked, "Why are you putting stinky meat?" Can you eat this? ”

"Master, why can't you eat this?"

Without saying a word, Lao Haji walked over and picked up the chopsticks, put the chopsticks on the coal platform, pinched a piece of stinky fat meat into his mouth with his hand, chewed it twice, pulled two mouthfuls of noodles with his hand, and pinched a piece of stinky fat meat into his mouth to chew......

Whew, three times five divided by two, most of the half bowl of fried noodles and three slices of stinky fatty meat, all let Haji dry up, the beard he ate was oily, and his face was full of red light.

“… Oops my grass! ”

Yuan Ji was stunned, his face was distorted, and his eyes collapsed and asked, "Haji, why?" ”

"The days are just better, and the slave children pick the fat and the thin."

Yuanji didn't annoy Haji, but Haji was annoyed, and complained on his face, "The cattle and sheep suffered a white plague, and they froze to death, so they ate it, and they were afraid that they didn't eat." It was explained that the meat should be used in time to enter the cellar, it should be chilled, the cellar door should be closed tightly, and it should not be opened with less and more. There is a lot of meat, the person who manages the library, and the person who takes and puts the meat, he doesn't care, he puts it at the mouth of the cellar without a key, and he is not in a hurry to find the key to the library. If the meat that shouldn't be bad is bad, what should you do, then eat the meat that shouldn't be bad. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Ji was silent for a long time, and suddenly slapped the coal fire platform and gave Haji a thumbs up: "You old dog, you are really a good dog who guards the household, so let's guard your home." ”

After saying that, he stood up and beckoned to Zhao Fu, "Go." ”

Haji was called "Old Dog", and instead of being angry, he was very proud.

The Mongols, like the Manchurian Tatars, are also barbarians, servile, and temperamental!

Manchurian people raise dogs, do not eat dog meat, do not use dog skin products, and call people "dogs", and the "Ya" and "grandson" of the capital in later generations, the same as the "Ya" and "grandson" in the capital, one word is dual-purpose, whether it is scolding or affectionate, it depends on the context.

"Auspicious" is a curse, which is a mutual name between eunuchs.

See the emperor come up with the sentence "The emperor is auspicious"?

Soldier......

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