On the ninth day of March, Qingming is approaching.

The grass on both sides of the Bianhe River is green, and the spring flowers are blooming.

Three large official ships, lined up, marched on the river.

The first official ship was on board Meng Jin and Meng Qingyun's father and daughter.

spent the New Year in Yaxi Meng's house, and passed the Lantern Festival, and Meng Qingyun, the head of the house, was busy for more than half a month.

This time I followed my father into Beijing, and I don't know what year and month I will return to the south, which means that the second room is moved from Yaxi to Bianjing as a whole. Only a few houses and a small number of servants were left in the Yaxi Meng's house to look after the house, and the rest of the people and belongings had to follow their father and daughter into Beijing.

So Meng Qingyun was very busy for nearly a month.

One is to assign people, who will follow up in Beijing and who will stay in Yaxi.

The second is to pack up your belongings. Last autumn, Wu Liu, the steward, had already been sent to Beijing to repair the house of Longjin Bridge, and there was no need to bring large and bulky furniture from Yaxi. In addition, the Bai family's dowry and the private property of the second room, except for the real estate such as fields and shops, will enter Beijing with the father and daughter.

So it took about 20 days just to pack up the belongings.

Third, Uncle Bai Rongxin searched for it again and again, and finally recruited a few capable and reliable nursing homes and sent them to Yaxi.

In short, by the time Mengjin father and daughter had finished all the preparations for entering Beijing, they were already out of the New Year, and the sting had passed.

A year ago, in the early morning of the seventh day of the lunar month, Wang Ziwei began to have labor pains, broke the water four hours later, and struggled until the evening, and finally gave birth to a baby boy, white and fat, six pounds and seven taels.

This is the first child of the new generation of Montessori descendants, which can make the old lady very happy.

The Lu family immediately sent someone to Qiongzhou to report the good news to the official Meng Pei and asked him to name the child.

Such a big happy event, and the next day was Laba Festival, Meng Qingyun opened the treasury and rewarded the entire mansion fiercely. When it was time for the New Year, the people in the house kowtowed to the master's house to greet the New Year, and received a red envelope again. When Meng Jin's father and daughter were about to set off, Meng Qingyun scattered the pile of loose money left after packing his luggage to his subordinates.

In just a few dozen days, the subordinates of the Mongolian Mansion got the reward money and red envelopes, and they were all grateful to Meng Qingyun. So much so that when it came time to set off, many people were reluctant to give up.

Where is there such a bold master's house?

I really envy the people who followed into Beijing.

Since Meng Jin entered Beijing as an official after receiving the injunction, he naturally took the official ship. Due to the large number of people under the luggage, in addition to the car, two more boats were hired, all of which were full.

From Yaxi to Bianjing, the most convenient and fast is the waterway, take the Tongji Canal.

It took about a month on the road, and there are three days before Qingming, Bianjing City is already in sight, and you can enter Beijing today.

In the cabin, after breakfast, Meng Qingyun was sorting out the list of his father's confessions, all of which were the same year, colleagues, old friends, relatives, etc. in Beijing.

Mengjin doesn't care about everything, and when the Tuyi gift is prepared, Meng Qingyun has to worry about it.

Green Smoke and Asakusa are helping her tidy up.

Asakusa sighed: "They are all relatives and friends of officials, and Yuan Niang has no old friends in Beijing, so she has to get to know people again." ”

Zijing has been eating fried chestnuts with sugar next to him, and when he heard this, he said: "Didn't Li Jiaqilang write a letter a year ago, saying that he would enter Beijing after the Lantern Festival. It must have been in Kyori long ago. This is also a friend of Yuan Niang. ”

Asakusa said: "He is a man, and he can't communicate often, Yuan Niang is a girl, and she always has to make some friends in her boudoir." ”

Zijing said again: "Actually, there is another one, which is Jiang Erlang...... Ah, it's His Royal Highness King Qi. That's one too, right? ”

Meng Qingyun, who had been looking at the list, raised his head at this time and said, "When I was in She County, King Qi never revealed his identity, and only communicated with us in the name of Jiang Erlang. Although it is also a friend, it is also a little embarrassing to visit rashly. ”

Zijing wrinkled her nose and complained: "Your Royal Highness the King of Qi, the girl wants to let Shu'er's child speak smoothly, and he also said that he owes you an adult favor." Now it's good, we have entered Beijing, but because of his status as a prince, it is not easy to get along. Isn't King Qi great? Afraid that we will cling to him? Laugh at! ”

Green Smoke glanced at her: "You can't stop your mouth when you eat chestnuts." ”

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the mother-in-law.

"Yuan Niang, our ship is about to enter the Shangshan Gate, and the official said that it can be cleaned up."

Shangshan Gate is Bianjing Water Gate, and when you enter Shangshan Gate, you enter Bianjing City.

Meng Qingyun threw the list in his hand on the table, stretched a big waist, and breathed a sigh of comfort.

"It's even here, and after a month on the boat, my bones are going to be stiff."

The maidservants were also very happy.

Land always gives people a greater sense of security than rivers.

Sure enough, not long after, the official ship passed through the routine interrogation of the city gate guards and successfully entered the Shangshan Gate.

After a short walk along the Bianhe River, we arrived at the wharf.

Meng Qingyun walked out of the cabin with Meng Jin, stood on the deck, condescending, and looked out.

Saw:

The ships on the wharf are like clouds, the masts are like forests, workers come and go, and the loading and unloading are busy.

The wharf is full of people, the houses are like scales, and the vendors are selling one after another.

On both sides of the streets and alleys, there are colorful doors and buildings, and all kinds of signboards are densely packed, and there are countless of them.

The streets are bustling with people, and they are more lively than the temple fairs and bazaars in ordinary towns.

Carriages and horses march, citizens come and go, all have rules, orderly, and do not interfere with each other.

Looking into the distance, the house is magnificent, the rainbow bridge is flying, and the tower of the city tower is towering.

Listening closer, the citizens and traders talked and talked, all of them were confident and high-spirited, and they were neat and decently dressed, showing the style of the imperial capital at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Even in the air, there is a smell of prosperity and national peace and security.

This is Bianjing!

Wu Liu, the steward who had been staying in Beijing since he entered Beijing last autumn and repaired his house, had already waited at the dock with his manpower.

When the official ship stopped, he got on the boat to greet Meng Jin and Meng Qingyun.

"Official, Yuan Niang, hard work all the way."

Meng Jin nodded at him slightly, then walked past him and laughed at a blue-robed man who came up with him, "You are indeed here!" ”

The blue-robed man also smiled and opened his hands, shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "It's time to wait until you enter Beijing!" ”

Meng Jin introduced it to Meng Qingyun.

This one was the same year that he would take the palace exam, and he also worked together in the secretary province for three years.

A person from Jiangsu, surnamed Tang, named Tang Sanwu, now his official position is a bachelor of Fuwen Pavilion, and he is sentenced to the Ministry of Works.

Meng Qingyun had to call Uncle Tang.

Tang Sanwu was white and chubby, with a round face and thin eyes, and he smiled when he opened his mouth, not like an official, but like a businessman who made money amiably.

He looked at Meng Qingyun slightly: "What a Peugeot girl." ”

Then he smiled at Meng Jin: "There are many frivolous Langjun in Bianjing City, your family has a daughter, but you have to keep your eyes open, don't ask someone to abduct your daughter!" ”

Meng Jin burst out laughing.

Meng Qingyun secretly thought that this uncle was quite fond of joking.

Before the laughter could fall, there was a commotion on the docks, and a sharp voice pierced the sky.

"Grab that little girl!"