Shen Fuzhi also happily came over to greet Shao Qing.

"Second sister-in-law, Yao Niangzi, why don't you see Ruzhou?"

"If there is chaos here, don't call him here. Ruzhou was studying in Taixue, and it turned out that the steward of the Yao family watched. ”

Shao Qing sighed.

Yao Ruzhou, a doll, has a smart brain, but her temperament is awkward and suspicious, and I don't know if she was abandoned by her father and mother at a young age.

Shao Qing's self-reflection is also a rough childhood experience, and he seems to have a natural understanding of Yao Ruzhou, and has closeness and patience.

He pondered that after this natural disaster subsided and life returned to peace, he would find an opportunity to talk to Yao Huan about her young brother's problem.

At the moment, the two teams of people and horses are busy with each other, burning leaves, cooking porridge, this river beach that was devastated a few days ago, is a little peaceful at this moment.

The smoke produced by the burning of cypress leaves and atractylodes is not unpleasant in the first place, and it is easy to feel reassured, as if this smell from fire and medicine is a powerful barrier to protect living beings from the encirclement and suppression of epidemics.

What's more, Shao Qing and the others also added benzoin to it.

Benzoin is the "soul rejuvenation incense" in the mouths of these Hu people in Qili, more precisely, it is because the Han people in the Central Plains call it so, and the Hu people use this name.

"Mr. Shao, the people who came to receive the porridge today all said that the herbs you burned smelled good. There are some young and strong people in it, and after drinking the porridge, it seems that they are ready to go to the forest together to pick some moss leaves of Atractylodes and send them to you. ”

Yao Huan kept scooping porridge in his hand, chatting with Shao Qing on his lips.

Shao Qing took the deed to finish burning the cypress leaf herbs, so he naturally paced over to watch Yao Huan and them give porridge.

The first thing he looked at was, of course, the woman in front of him.

He watched her cheeks flushed with the heat rising from the pot, at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead and the tip of her pen reflected golden by the sun, at her right hand holding a spoon and her left hand carefully holding all kinds of pottery bowls and plates.

Her hands are not dark and rough, but they are indeed significantly different from those daughters who do not touch the spring water with their fingers. Probably because he often picks up and cooks food, and does not apply anoint and fat for maintenance, he has obvious fine lines on his hands at this flower-like age. At the same time, although the fingers are long, the joints seem to be thicker, which is the inevitable imprint of manual labor.

However, Shao Qing felt that these hands were full of strength and beauty.

Then, his gaze turned to Yao Huan's companions—Meituan and Taixue servants who quickly scooped porridge and handed bowls, Shen Fuzhi who commanded the signatures violently, and Taixue and Guozixue students who maintained order.

Next, Shao Qing looked at the people who either dragged their families with their mouths or walked alone to receive the porridge.

He read the expressions on the faces, whether serious or kind, or angry or content, or sincerely grateful or complaining, listening to them praise Yao Huan's porridge for being thick and sweet, talking about Shen Fu's knife mouth and tofu heart, envying the good demeanor of the scholars of the two schools, and sniffing his nose to inquire about what herbs tasted so fragrant.

At this moment, Shao Qing felt that there was an indescribable feeling in his chest, just a little bit, one by one.

This feeling, if you think about it carefully, actually began to take root in his heart in the early morning of the next day when the flood came, when he and Lu Gang rowed a bamboo raft along the street to save people.

For the first time, he seemed to be aware of his feelings for the capital.

Not only for individuals, but also for groups.

He believed that it was not only because he had half of the Song blood in him.

He wandered for a while, and said to Yao Huan: "Yao Niangzi, the plague after the disaster is big or small, but it is inevitable. Tomorrow, I want to set up a stall for cooking soup and medicine here, right next to your porridge stall, what do you think? ”

"Huh?" Yao Huan didn't stop working, he listened to Shao Qing's words with one ear, and asked, "That is to say, in addition to burning grass leaves, you also give free medical treatment to the people?" ”

"A righteous word, don't dare to take it. picked up a life in the water, and there is some medical kung fu below, just like a lady, just do some small efforts. ”

Yao Huan looked sideways at Shao Qingyan and smiled, "Okay." ”

added another sentence: "I have covered the lunch for you and your helpers, please drink eight-treasure porridge." ”

……

The next day, when Mr. Shao's charity opened, there was another person who came to watch along with Shen Fuzhi and Yao Huan.

Su Shi's second son - Su Yu.

Before the hour of the day, Su Yu came to the river beach.

Although Su Yu has started to visit around the city in the past few days, he has another purpose, but seeing Shen Yao and the others safe and sound and doing good deeds diligently, Su Yu is relieved and admired.

After saying goodbye to the West Garden, Su Yu's eyes occasionally flashed the scene of Yao Huan standing next to the pipa girl with green sleeves singing.

Father, mother and little mother, did not give birth to a daughter, Su Yu did not have any concept of sisters since childhood. He didn't know how he blurted out the word righteous sister at that time.

Shen Fuzhi and Yao Huan, perhaps because they have the origin of Shen Jingluo's historians, and they have righteously turned around their stay in Beijing, Su Yu has a kindness to them that is better than ordinary friendship. He even felt that the young son Ji'er, who often went to Shen's house to walk around and call Yao Huan "aunt", was a good way to restore the child's perception of maternal love.

In fact, if it weren't for the heavy rain during the day, Su Yu originally wanted to visit the Shen family's restaurant on the day of Chongyang, and seriously discussed with Shen Fuzhi and invited her mother and son to make a banquet for her on the day of her welcome.

Su Yi continued to marry the daughter of Ouyang Xiu's son Ouyang Di, because neither of the two families advocated the idea of large-scale operation, so it was most appropriate to invite Shen and Yao, who were good cooks and had no vulgarity, to come to the wedding banquet set up at home.

When they met in the Bianhe River, Su Yu, Shen Fuzhi and Yao Huan sighed for a while that they were safe with each other, and they couldn't help but pay attention to the young man with a long body and elegant manners at the stall next door, and when they asked, it turned out that they were also friends of the Shen family.

There was the Song generation, and the scribes, regardless of whether they had official rank or not, were very interested in the affairs of Xinglin.

After Su Yu was introduced by the aunt of the Shen family and exchanged names with Shao Qing, he asked with great interest: "Su took the liberty of asking, how to write this recipe for dispelling temperature, sir?" ”

Shao Qing has admired Bachelor Su for a long time, and when he learned that the Lang Jun in front of him was actually the second son of Bachelor Su, he was also pleasantly surprised, and when he heard him ask about the prescription, he suddenly remembered that Su Shi used a herbal prescription called "Shengsanzi Fang" to drive away the epidemic.

However, the recipes in these big medicine pots in front of him are very different from the "Shengsanzi Recipe".

It can even be said that it is precisely because of his disagreement with Bachelor Su's use of the "Shengsanzi Fang" that Shao Qing was amazed after seeing Shen Kuo's "Mengxi Pen Talk", and then used Shen Jing's Xinglin experience in making an anti-epidemic decoction this time.

He was thinking about how to talk to Su Yu in detail, but he heard Su Yu calmly add: "It's not my father's 'Holy Sanzi' prescription, it's fine." ”