Chapter 21: The First Spring Festival

The New Year came quietly, and the soldiers and civilians of Pingshan Fort spent the Spring Festival of the fourteenth year of Zhenyuan in the wind and snow. This is the first Spring Festival that He Tengxiao has spent in this strange time and space, and he has been in this time and space for two months unconsciously. In the past two months, he has gradually become accustomed to life here.

For the soldiers and civilians of Pingshan Fort, they were lucky. They didn't know that at this juncture, thousands of miles away, the heavy snow in Zhili of the Great Zhao Empire froze to death nearly 100,000 hungry people in Zhili. Although the soldiers and civilians of Pingshan Fort did not have big fish and meat for the New Year, at least the rice and grain allocated by He Tengxiao were full, not to mention that on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, He Tengxiao allocated five buckets of rice to everyone for the New Year.

The system of the Great Zhao in Liaodong was very different from that in the interior, except for some important large cities where civil officials were stationed to deal with civil affairs, there were basically no civil officials in other places. Therefore, the military attachés in these places have to deal not only with local military affairs, but also with local civil affairs. Since many military attachés were illiterate, most of them would hire meritorious literati to help them deal with local civil affairs.

Although He Tengxiao is literate, he doesn't want to bury his head in cases all day long and deal with trivial civil affairs. Three of the four scholars hired by He Tengxiao were left by He Tengxiao to help him deal with trivial civil affairs, and only one scholar said goodbye to the south after earning enough money. With these three people helping to deal with trivial matters, He Tengxiao was able to free himself from these trivial matters and have more time to do other things.

"Lord Qianhu, where are these processed copywriters?" A young scholar of twenty-five or sixteen years old knocked on the door and walked into He Tengxiao's residence. Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and He Tengxiao did not work in the front hall, and stayed in the back all day.

He Tengxiao learned about the life experience of this young scholar. This young scholar is called Lu Bingwen, born in a poor family, in the twelfth year of Zhenyuan, because there is no way, Lu Bingwen has not been able to get an official and a half-job, and can only rely on the rice distributed by the imperial court to the meritorious and famous lifters to barely make ends meet, as for marrying a wife and starting a family, it is just a luxury for Lu Bingwen. In this era, twenty-five or sixteen years old without starting a family is definitely an older leftover man, Lu Bingwen was ridiculed by his classmates in Liaoyang because of this. Later, the Liao army captured Liaoyang, and Lu Bingwen fled all the way south to Pingshan Fort.

"Leave it here." He Tengxiao took out a few pieces of loose silver taels under his pillow and handed them to Lu Bingwen, "I added some of your monthly money last month, take it back for the New Year." ”

Lu Bingwen took the silver two and thanked He Tengxiao and left.

After Lu Bingwen left, He Tengxiao stretched his waist, grabbed a knife and practiced chopping in the courtyard. He Tengxiao will spend some time dancing with knives and guns every day, the original host of this body is not bad in terms of knife skills or guns, He Tengxiao naturally inherited it, and maintained a certain amount of practice every day, so that this ability did not fall behind.

When He Tengxiao practiced for a long time, he heard the sound of a spatula hitting the iron pot from the kitchen, He Tengxiao looked at the sky, and the sun was gradually setting in the west. He Tengxiao received the knife and followed the crisp sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot to the kitchen. He Tengxiao did not hire redundant servants, except for the guards of a small banner in the house, there was only Yuan Zhengyu. In addition to helping He Tengxiao sort out the copywriting, Yuan Zhengyu is also responsible for He Tengxiao's three meals a day.

Yuan Zhengyu was busy in front of the stove in a simple cloth outfit, like a virtuous housewife. The gray printed bib around her waist tightens her slender waist and reflects her graceful posture. He Tengxiao admired Yuan Zhengyu's cooking.

Yuan Zhengyu fiddled with the spatula a few times, went to the stove and opened the door. The furnace door was too hot, and Yuan Zhengyu's fingers that touched the furnace door were burned and hurriedly withdrew his hand, blowing the scalded fingers. Yuan Zhengyu glared at He Tengxiao angrily when he saw He Tengxiao standing at the door, "Don't come here to help!" ”

He Tengxiao strode in front of Yuan Zhengyu, squatted down and grabbed Yuan Zhengyu's slender jade hand, the tips of his index finger and thumb like an onion root were burned red. He Tengxiao pulled Yuan Zhengyu's jade hand to his mouth and stroked it gently.

Yuan Zhengyu was slightly stunned, and suddenly blushed. But in my heart, I have to admit that He Tengxiao is blowing his hand like this, and the burned fingers are indeed much more comfortable, and there is not so much pain.

"I'm going to die!" Yuan Zhengyu shook his hand back and glared at He Tengxiao angrily, "Let you come over and help take some firewood out of the stove, you are good, you are worried about eating other people's tofu!" ”

Where did He Tengxiao think that Yuan Zhengyu asked him to come over to help is to let him return the firewood from the stove, and looked at Yuan Zhengyu speechlessly in a daze.

"It's over!" Faintly, a burning smell penetrated Yuan Zhengyu's nostrils, Yuan Zhengyu got up and looked into the pot, and the dishes in the pot had been burned black. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Yuan Zhengyu stomped his feet angrily and blamed He Tengxiao.

"Soak it in cold water for a while and cover it with a wet wipe." He Tengxiao looked at Yuan Zhengyu innocently and said, "You go down to rest first, and I'll cook tonight's meal." ”

"You know how to cook?!" Yuan Zhengyu's eyes widened, and he looked at He Tengxiao incredulously, as if he was looking at a rare animal.

"It's going to be a little bit...... He Tengxiao took the tongs to clip the firewood out of the stove to prevent the pot from being burned.

"I hope you can eat what you make." Seeing that He Tengxiao was not very sure of what he promised, Yuan Zhengyu said.

He Tengxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, since he came to this time and space, he really hasn't cooked a decent meal, and he really doesn't know how his cooking skills are now.

"Just wait, be careful to eat your tongue later." He Tengxiao picked up the spatula and said.

"Yo Yo Yo, I'll wait! Don't spit it out from me as soon as you get to your mouth! Yuan Zhengyu remembered that her father had a whim in the past, and it was rare for her to cook, but she and her mother couldn't help but spit out her father's carefully cooked dishes on the table after only taking a bite. Seeing this, my father also put on chopsticks, and the dish was spit out as soon as it was delivered to his mouth.

Yuan Zhengyu left the kitchen to deal with the wound, He Tengxiao rolled up his sleeves to wash the pot, re-ignited the fire, and tinkered with the meat and vegetables that had not yet been cooked. After a while, He Tengxiao brought out five or six plates of steaming dishes.

Yuan Zhengyu's fingers were burned, and it was inconvenient to take the dishes and chopsticks, after He Tengxiao brought the dishes to the table, he returned to the kitchen and took the dishes and chopsticks to Yuan Zhengyu.

When He Tengxiao was in college, he once worked hard for the girl he wanted and spent two full months learning cooking. After arriving in the army, he also likes to cook and open a small stove by himself, and everyone who has eaten the dishes he cooks is full of praise for He Tengxiao's craftsmanship. He Tengxiao is very confident in his cooking skills.

"It's good-looking." Yuan Zhengyu embroidered vigorously, "It smells quite fragrant, color, I think about it, I just don't know what it tastes like, I hope I don't just throw it into my mouth and be spit out by Miss Ben." After getting along with He Tengxiao for a long time, Yuan Zhengyu gradually regained her original lively nature, and she was like two people when she first met He Tengxiao.

"Where, the eldest lady is too famous, how can you have a good appearance." He Tengxiao looked at Yuan Zhengyu's delicate face with a shy face, Yuan Zhengyu is the kind of woman who is very attractive, He Tengxiao often looks at it in a daze.

"Just look like you, you don't have any appetite to look at it!" Yuan Zhengyu stretched out his toes and kicked He Tengxiao's calf fiercely, and He Tengxiao hurriedly said for mercy.

Yuan Zhengyu picked up a piece of braised pork, put it into the small mouth and chewed it carefully, and swallowed the meat after chewing for a long time.

"I didn't expect you to be a martial artist and still have pretty good cooking skills." After eating He Tengxiao's braised pork, Yuan Zhengyu was full of praise for He Tengxiao's cooking skills.

Yuan Zhengyu excitedly stretched out his chopsticks to a plate of stir-fried vegetables, saw a greasy piece at the bottom of the plate, and scolded He Tengxiao for being a loser, "It's really a loser, the oil you use to cook a meal is enough for me to cook for three days." ”

At that time, oil was expensive and the oil production was very small, Yuan Zhengyu was born in a scholarly family in Liaoyang, and his family conditions were not bad. But the oil is still carefully calculated, He Tengxiao used up so much oil to fry a dish, and felt that He Tengxiao was a waste of losers.

He Tengxiao and Yuan Zhengyu were dining together, and Ling Feng and Zhang Yuyang came to Qianhu Mansion to greet He Tengxiao for the New Year.

"Mrs. Qianhu's craftsmanship is really good, this dish smells so fragrant." Ling Feng drooled as he looked at the talent on the table.

Ling Feng's voice of Mrs. Qianhu's Yuan Zhengyu's face flushed, and the mosquito said, "Ling Qianhu made fun of the little girl, where is this little woman's craft, this is your He Qianhu's craft." ”

"Little Third Master, you are not kind, I have been with you for so many years, and I didn't know that you would do this, didn't you learn it from the head soldier in the barracks?" Ling Feng's eyes widened.

In this era, etiquette is strict, and ordinary women need to avoid male guests during the banquet, Yuan Zhengyu saw Ling Feng and Zhang Yuyang coming and found an excuse to leave.

Zhang Yuyang and Ling Feng are the most trusted people in this era by He Tengxiao, and they are also the most trustworthy people now. It coincided with Chinese New Year's Eve, and the three of them did not talk about official business today, but talked about wine on a few plates of home-cooked food on the table, and did not feel that time passed quickly. Soon, even deeper, He Tengxiao staggered to send the two out of the house.

Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, and He Tengxiao gave the guards in the palace a holiday to let them go home for the New Year. Only He Tengxiao and Yuan Zhengyu were left in the house. He Tengxiao was drunk and unconscious, and Yuan Zhengyu had to come out to help He Tengxiao go back to his room to rest.

Helping He Tengxiao return to the room, Yuan Zhengyu's heart was up and down, He Tengxiao was drunk now, and Yuan Zhengyu was worried that He Tengxiao would take advantage of her.

Yuan Zhengyu just helped He Tengxiao to the edge of the bed, and He Tengxiao stood up before his buttocks touched the bed. Yuan Zhengyu thought that He Tengxiao was going to take the opportunity to scare her, and subconsciously retreated. He Tengxiao staggered to the cabinet and opened the cabinet, and took out a printed cloth from Songjiang Mansion from the cabinet, "This cloth was brought from Songjiang Mansion by someone I entrusted it, you can use it to make a decent dress." ”

Yuan Zhengyu was slightly stunned, snatched the cloth and fled the room as if flying.

After Yuan Zhengyu left, He Tengxiao closed the door and lay down on the bed, with a lot of thoughts in his heart. There was a burst of firecrackers in the distance, telling him that it was now a new year, and he wondered if his relatives and friends would be okay after hundreds of years.