The autumn hibiscus picture is embroidered.

Zheng Lingyi carefully looked at the old man for a long time, and only felt that the hibiscus flowers were very beautiful, blooming extremely vigorously, and the blooming geese seemed to be withering in the next moment, and the geese seemed to be stretched and free, as if they had just broken free from the shackles.

Lu Shi picked this embroidery as a congratulatory gift for Zheng Yanxian, and won the love of Concubine De, and rewarded Zheng Yanxian with a basket of good jasmine gold buds.

Lu Weiyin tasted tea, so Lu asked Zheng Yanxian to take this tea to pat Lu Weiyin's ass, which happened to be patted on his heart.

Although Zheng Guogong is not as fond of tea as Lu Weiyin, he also has some opinions on tea, Zheng Yanxian and Lu Shi thought that Lu Weiyin liked it, and they didn't leave him any tea foam.

Zheng Guogong still went to Lu Mansion that day and drank the jasmine gold buds that Lu Weiyin made people soak, only to know that they were still sent out from his own home!

Seeing that his daughter didn't leave anything to himself, Zheng Guogong couldn't help but leak a few unhappy words in front of Aunt Wan, "The sixth child is not married yet, so he is thinking about his mother-in-law!" ’

Aunt Wan knew that this jasmine golden bud was obtained because of the embroidery of Zheng Changchang and Aunt Jiang, but she couldn't say it in front of Zheng Guogong, she was uncomfortable, so she had to drink tea desperately to block her mouth.

"Sister, you don't know, I was really going to suffocate to death last day! I poured a stomach full of tea, and I kept getting up at night, and Grandpa Guo thought that I had hurt something! I was afraid that I would do something indecent, so I went to Aunt Guo's place in the middle of the night, but she was very happy. Aunt Wan sat on the edge of the charcoal basin and said to Aunt Jiang.

Aunt Jiang just smiled helplessly, glanced at Zheng Changchang who was embroidering a purse, and saw that she looked distracted, and the little depression in her heart disappeared, and she said to Aunt Wan: "I've been used to it for a long time, don't be angry." ”

Aunt Wan played with the charcoal block with fire tongs, and on the charcoal block was a broken iron piece pinched into a bowl, and seven or eight hazelnuts were rolling sporadically on the iron sheet, which was slowly exuding fragrance.

This is the fruit of the wild hazel in the pepper garden, and most of the people in the courtyard don't know that this thing can be eaten, and even if they know that it can be eaten, it is difficult to eat.

So the hazelnuts fell all over the ground, and no one picked them up.

Lu Nong and Zheng Lingyi found a gap, picked up all the hazelnuts that fell in the mud, filled a small urn, and dumped them in the basin.

The rest of the good fruits didn't dare to dry in the courtyard, for fear of being troubled by Brother Qing or Mama Gu, so they had to spread them on a flat dustpan and put them on the soft floor in Aunt Jiang's room to dry.

It took more than half a month of hard work like this to get half an urn.

Every day, when I lit the charcoal basin, I threw a small handful into it, roasted one or two pieces per person, and chewed the hazelnut with my teeth, and the aroma between my lips and teeth was even worse, like a stolen delicacy, a stolen happiness.

The autumn days in the courtyard are always long, almost intertwined with the traces of winter, and the leaves are yellow one by one, vowing to pave people's eyes with gold.

When I woke up this morning, I felt a little cold, and it was even more difficult to get up, and when Zheng Lingyi's mother and daughter went out, they were not surprised to see a slight hoarfrost sprinkled on the brown grass.

Zheng Lingyi looked at it, it was like a newly carved frosted chestnut cake made by Qiao Niang a few days ago, and when she recalled the taste, she only felt that the root of her tongue was sweet, her mouth was greedy, and it seemed that the white porridge for breakfast was becoming more and more tasteless.

This winter's pickles have just come down from the jar, and only a thin amount of salt is served on the table, and it is quite crispy to eat, but it is really not a good dish to accompany porridge.

Zheng Lingyi broke the steamed buns into small grains and soaked them in thin porridge water, drank them, and changed his stomach to a warm and warm stomach.

Zheng Changchang has called Zhang Qiaoniang's dim sum these days, and most of the bowl of porridge and water is left, and she is about to carefully put down her chopsticks, so that Zheng Lingyi is not salty or light, and quickly picked it up and took two bites.

Today, as usual, everyone finished breakfast, and Mama Gu led the way to greet the Lu family.

It's just that Mama Gu seems to be a little wrong today, and when she came in, she was in a state of vain footsteps, and now she was about to stand up with a chair, but she stumbled back again.

Brother Qing stood by the door and watched, not planning to help him, but said, "Mama, if you are not feeling well, I will take my sisters to say hello today." ”

Zheng Lingyi glanced at Mama Gu slightly, and her eyelashes stirred twice.

Brother Qing has always been a welcome to Mama Gu, but it is a little strange to treat her so coldly today.

But if you think about it, you will figure it out. Brother Qing's marriage has not been settled so far, and Brother Xu is already discouraged, so naturally he doesn't have to go to the pole and beg Mama Gu.

Mama Gu was unwilling, but she couldn't stand her weakness, so she could only watch Brother Qing leave with everyone.

Aunt Guo couldn't control her mouth and wondered, "What's wrong with Mama Gu?" ”

Her voice was actually very soft, but she still asked Brother Qing to hear it, and she didn't look back and said, "Mama Gu is old, and her body is weaker when the weather is cold, what's the fuss?" ”

The aunt is not better than the concubine, the concubine is more or less a master, and the aunt is just a little higher than the girl in the room.

Brother Qing's tone was not polite at all, and Aunt Guo didn't dare to refute Brother Qing's words, but said: "Yes, it's been cold these days, and Miss Qing should also pay attention to her body." ”

Brother Qing snorted meaninglessly, and his mood seemed to be quite happy.

When he arrived outside the gate of Anheju, Zheng Lingyi saw Yuegui leading a group of little maidservants from the corridor behind him.

The things that the maidservants carried in their hands were covered tightly with red cloth, and they were not transparent at all.

Zheng Lingyi guessed that this was an object prepared for the happy event, and this time he brought it to Lu Shi to choose, if it was really expected by her, Lu Shi's lecture today would not be too long.

Zheng Yanru and Zheng Yanxian have not looked at them since it was cold, Zheng Lingyi had not looked at them when they were greeting.

After their concubines finished their training, Zheng Lingyi saw that Zhiqiu led a group of maidservants into Yihuan Pavilion, which may be called the same life.

Zheng Yingying looked at the white porcelain cup in Zhiqiu's hand with envy, and didn't know what kind of food was inside.

Lu has two internal and external accounts in his hand, and the internal account is for himself to see, and the pen is familiar with it.

The external accounts are for Zheng Guogong's whimsical review, the truth and falsehood are mixed, the irrelevant or clear-conscience accounts are more detailed, and the places that need to be covered up are blurred.

It's like saying that this breakfast, whether it is Anheju or East and West Gardens, is written as 'a few liters of rice fee' and 'a few taels of side dishes'.

Whether this rice was boiled with clear water porridge or some kind of expensive bird's nest milk porridge, it is unknown.

Whether the side dish refers to the fish fillet with sauce or pickled radish, it is not clear on the books.

The silver taels at the end are not much different from the actual situation, Zheng Guogong is not such a confused person, it will not be that the Lu family will be defeated, and his eyes will be black.

As for how the Lu family sucked blood from his aunt and concubine, if he didn't see it, he would treat it as if it hadn't happened, and even if he did, he would just say a few words without pain, or even turn a blind eye.

"Sister, don't look at it." Aunt Ai dragged Zheng Yingying and said softly.

Zheng Lingyi followed the prestige, and when he saw Aunt Ai talking, she still looked depressed, and she didn't need to ask, she knew that Zheng Susu's body still hadn't improved.

Her gaze touched Aunt Ai, and Aunt Ai dodged in an instant, as if Zheng Lingyi's gaze would burn people.

Zheng Lingyi looked away idly, only to feel that she was pitiful and ridiculous.

The breeze in the morning was a little more rampant at the moment, and a tent to block the wind had been hung on the corridor of Anheju, but when he arrived at the West Garden, this tent was gone.

The cold wind poured in, and Aunt Jiang and Aunt Wan blocked the three children in the middle, but they couldn't block much of the cold wind.

Zheng Lingyi was cold and cold in the cold wind on his forehead, and he was in a daze, and he didn't know who said very lightly on the way back, "The day after tomorrow will be a light snow." ”

Zheng Lingyi frowned slightly, remembering whose family seemed to be going to have a happy event on this day.

Qiao Luo offended the Lu family, and luckily picked up a life and came back, but he didn't dare to nod in front of the Lu family, and he didn't dare to follow Aunt Jiang to Anheju, just holding his robe and waiting for Aunt Jiang and them to come back at the gate of Xiyuan.

A robe wrapped around three children, and several adults tightly escorted the children back.

Aunt Guo put her arms around Zheng Qiuqiu and glanced at several of them, seeing this close family attitude, the look in her eyes could not be said to be envy or jealousy.

As soon as the door opened and closed, a warm heat spread out in Aunt Jiang's room.

The only small handful of hazelnuts left behind was roasted by Midorinon, and the heat was just right and the aroma was enticing.

Zheng Lingyi sat on the small table, watching Aunt Wan and Aunt Jiang get together and secretly talk privately, and saw Zheng Mianmian and Zheng Changchang reading the villain book while sucking the maltose wrapped in sesame seeds.

Occasionally, she has the subtle illusion that such a day is not bad.

But as soon as she turned her head, she saw that Lu Nong was following the rough pattern drawn by the doctor, carefully giving Qiaoluo acupuncture.

The silver needles poked the back of Qiao Luo's hand one by one, looking a little scary, but he was as timid as Zheng Mianmian, and he was already surprised.

'The quiet and calm life is nothing but an illusion. Zheng Lingyi thought silently.

Qiao Luo's hand can exert a little strength, but he still can't do delicate work.

Listening to Qiao Luo, the doctor introduced by Zhang Qiaoniang is called Gan Song, although he looks young and unreliable, but after taking a few patches of medicine, coupled with the acupuncture method he taught, it is indeed effective for Qiao Luo's injury.

She also saw Zhang Qiaoniang's son, a black-skinned clever boy, with Zhang Qiaoniang's surname Zhang, called Qishi, he smashed three bowls of medicine in half an hour, and was so angry that Gansong chased him all over the yard.

"Dr. Gansong is young, but there are many apprentices, and they are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." When Choro came back that day, he said.

"There is also a very good-looking young man, who is as big as the thirteenth brother, but he is much taller, and he sleeps on a branch thinner than a rope, and he is told to lie down and not move at all!" Qiao Luo said in surprise.

Zheng Lingyi blinked his eyelashes and whispered a few words in Qiao Luo's ear.

Qiao Luo's face was puzzled, but he still nodded heavily, and said, "The slave will definitely not miss a word." ”