The next morning, the rooster had crowed, and the morning smoke was everywhere.

Shen Fuzhi brought the porridge and side dishes, told Yao Huan to continue to recuperate after eating, and wrote a letter of worship and instructed Meituan to send it to Zeng's mansion before noon, saying that he would come to the door to discuss on a certain day.

Shen Fuzhi thought that the matter was making a big fuss, and the official media lady must have already returned to Yao's house to ventilate and report the news, and the vicious steproom left by her brother-in-law would not dare to scold her immediately. So she relaxed, stepped out of the house, and went to the restaurant by the Bianhe River to do business.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, there are dragon boat races in several waterways in the city, these days are the moment when people gather at the water's edge to practice, the children make their strength more hungry, the business of the restaurant is not good, making money is such a thing, but it can not be delayed.

In the house, Meituan served Yao Huan on the couch to rinse his mouth and have breakfast. And he helped her to the dressing table and combed her hair.

Yao Huan plucked up the courage to look at the portrait in the bronze mirror.

It's a very peculiar feeling.

In the mirror, on the goose egg face that has not yet been swollen and half bruised, Duanxiu's facial features are not exactly the same as his former self, but his eyes and eyes have no strangeness, and even the sudden hesitation and sudden relief in his eyes are perfectly reproduced.

Yao Huan thought, sure enough, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the heart is the old heart, so the eyes can't be wrong.

Yesterday, Meituan had carefully washed and dried the blood stains and dirt on Yao Huan's hair, and today he saw that his scalp was still obviously bulging, so he became more and more careful, like serving tofu, combing his hair with a peach grate, gently pulling it up, and not daring to insert a hard hairpin, only using a piece of cyan cloth to loosely wrap a bun.

Meituan brought another set of freshly ironed women's regular clothes. The light lake green straight skirt, the apricot yellow crepe sleeve gown, the gown with ochre-colored fabric sewn a narrow edge, and with the apricot yellow silk thread embroidered with some entwined branches.

Yao Huan stopped dressing, took a few steps back, and looked in the mirror again, but saw a slender and beautiful figure, the women's clothing cut in the Song Dynasty, it was really thin and popular.

There were still a few moments left before Zeng's house to deliver the post, and after Meituan sprinkled the court, he came to Yao Huan's house to pick it up, and when he saw the clay urn containing crayfish, he was no longer afraid, and went up to look at it rarely.

Yao Huan said with a smile: "If this crayfish is authentic, the flavor is crab." ”

Meituan is the maid of the kitchen god's family, and when she heard the delicious food, she was energetic, and her eyes lit up and said: "Sister Huan'er teaches me, how to cook?" ”

Yao Huan slept soundly all night, and when he opened his mouth again, he felt that his expression seemed to have a feeling of being fluent in his native language, so he said: "These are in the tank, the shells are still tender, you must find a pool, and you can eat them when they are cooked." ”

Meituan clapped his hands and said, "Fortunately, the fish in the fish pond in the courtyard died, so I moved these crayfish over." ”

Suddenly, she choked and remedied: "I said the wrong thing, shouldn't I be happy if the fish is dead, Erniang has been depressed for a long time, after all, it was sent by the second aunt." ”

"Second aunt?" Yao Huan was interested. "Erniang" is obviously the name of the servant to the aunt, so isn't the second aunt the uncle? Aren't these two divorced, listening to Meituan's meaning, didn't they break off their righteousness, but broke off their connection?

Hah, that's kind of interesting.

Yao Huan went out and said tentatively: "Uncle is sincere to aunt." ”

Talking about the shortcomings of parents and judging the feelings of other couples have always been a favorite topic for women of all ages, and Meituan, a little maid, is no exception.

She thought that Yao Huan was the little master of her relatives, and at this time there was no taboo, half resentment, half pity: "How can the second aunt not be sincere?" If it weren't for his sincerity, when his aunt asked him to take a concubine, would he refuse to live or die? If he wasn't sincere, he would still come to visit after the peace and departure, even if he was often turned away, he never stopped? ”

Wow, what a big melon!

Yao Huan wanted to try out some more gossip, but he was afraid that Meituan would see his flaws and become suspicious, so he had to return to the topic of raising crayfish.

Yao Huan walked out slowly, came to the small flower garden in the courtyard, and observed the small fish pond in the middle. The breeding conditions are good, the edge of the pond is not short, the bottom of the pebbles, the water is not sewage, it can be seen that although there is no living animal, the water in this pool is often cleaned up. But through the water, a thin layer of green algae can be seen on the pebbles.

"Pour it in, and then go and find some rubble and rubble, and put it in the corner of the pool. Crayfish are like cockroaches and like to burrow, and with shelter, they will not easily climb out of the pool. Yao Huan instructed Meituan.

Meituan did so, was busy, and then took Shen Fuzhi's post and sent it to Zeng's house.

Yao Huan was the only one left in the small Shen Mansion, she suddenly felt fresh and free, rubbing her braincase, slowly moving around, studying the world where she was going to live.

Yesterday, Shen Fuzhi mentioned "Mengxi Writings", Yao Huan listened to it, and at this moment he wanted to find the work that was called "a milestone in the history of Chinese science" by Chinese and foreign historians. It must be known that the earliest version of "Mengxi Writings" that future generations can see is also a Yuan carved book, and she can actually get in touch with the ancestor Song carved book in person!

However, Yao Huan did not see several volumes of "Mengxi Bi Tan" on the bookshelf in the east wing, but there were several engraved books such as "Ritual Rhyme" and "Spring and Autumn Unified Interpretation".

Yao Huan is just a wild history lover, and she can't talk about academic research on the imperial examination system in the Song Dynasty, but those traditional characters are not difficult to recognize, and she also has basic knowledge reserves, and understands that it is a must-read for some imperial examinations.

She stared at the printed characters written in the book as smart as a brush, and in addition to feeling the scientific and artistic beauty brought by movable type printing, she also carried out more interesting conjectures about eating melons.

My aunt is a woman who lives alone, why do she keep these men's reference books for the imperial examination? Could it be that the legendary "uncle" used it?

The corners of Yao Huan's mouth pursed slightly.

Before the crossing, Yao Huan was already a person of age.

After tasting the bitterness of acacia, you can recognize the sloppiness.

But often in the face of other people's love stories, Yao Huan's kind and generous nature makes her always sincerely try to fantasize about a bittersweet ending.

In the east room of the study, "Mengxi Writings" was not found, so Yao Huan gave up for the time being. Behind the main hall, the door of the aunt's bedroom was hidden, but Yao Huan would not lose his sense of proportion in order to satisfy his curiosity.

The more relatives are, the more they must pay attention to the boundaries of each other's lives, Yao Huan believes that even in ancient times, this was the basic etiquette for relatives to get along. When my aunt comes home, I'll ask her about this book again.

Yao Huan returned to the courtyard. Today, the sun is not strong, and the breeze is gentle. Kaifeng City, located in the Central Plains, although it has reached the fifth month of the lunar calendar, it should be the sixth month of the solar calendar in later generations, but there is no damp and stuffy rain in the south of the Yangtze River. My aunt's house is small, nested in the middle of the neighbors of the uneven height of the square, but there is a sense of quietness in the middle of the noise. The neighbor's house to the east, which seems to have a slightly more spacious yard, has planted a tall locust tree, and the shade of the tree is cast into the small courtyard of the Shen family, and the outline of fine branches and leaves is reflected on the thin blue brick floor.

Another warm southeast wind blew, and Yao Huan smelled a fragrant fragrance. She looked around, and finally found that the narrow earthen wall where the east wing went to the stove behind the house was like a small waterfall pouring vines and vines, roses, pink and white, water red, different shades, like a gentle dream.

Yao Huan thought of the love and illness in his previous life, and couldn't help but feel the tranquility and peace of this strange little world.

She was silently enjoying the incense of roses in a courtyard with her eyes closed, but she heard "tuk tuk" and someone knocked on the courtyard door.