Chunying put her hands on the pergola and looked at the sun in the sky, it was when the sun was very hot, people were walking on the road, the wind was not strong, and the body was warm and very comfortable. She tightened the bamboo basket on her arm and quickened her pace.

The children of the family who were not on errands were not trapped in the house like those who had errands, and their movements were quite free, especially in the back streets of the Hou Mansion, where they were not outsiders, so there were often women walking back and forth, as long as they were careful, don't bump into men. For example, Liu Xi'er and Sister Feng Lian, who are in the same hospital, often hang out under the escort of the Liu family's children.

But Chunying was seriously ill, although more than a month had passed, Lu's mother was still not at ease, afraid that she would be weak after her illness and would not be able to stand the wind, so she was only detained in the yard all day long. Chunying sometimes wants to sneak out to breathe while her mother is away, and there are at least ten eyes staring at the courtyard, and she can't hide it. She said so much that she exaggerated the pity of her father's eating cold food to twelve points, and only then did she convince Lu's mother. Now that she was out of the yard and standing freely in the street, she thought it was a brilliant idea.

When she went back to the Lantern Festival, it was already evening when she went out, and she only had a general view of the nearby streets, and she went directly to the downtown from the back street. When she went out in broad daylight today, she walked a different way than that night, turning from the back street to the avenue in front of the main gate of the Hou Mansion, and there were many things she had never seen.

In the backstreets that Chunying is used to, in addition to the large and small houses, there is only one clothing appraisal shop and a small grocery store selling oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and occasionally there are vendors who carry meat and vegetables and other goods to sell, so there is nothing else. Unexpectedly, when I went out of the back street and turned into the avenue along the house wall, I found that there were countless shops there. There are 12 or 3 restaurants, restaurants and teahouses that hang their signboards outside, and there are two that specialize in selling dim sum, and most of the shops sell calligraphy and paintings, scholars, antiques, jewelry, silk and other "valuable" goods, and people come and go, and they are very lively.

The street here is about two or three zhang wide, and there are many hawkers on the side of the road, and from time to time someone rides a horse and a car passes, kicking up a burst of dust, but the speed is not too fast, and there is no such situation as a powerful son riding a horse to overturn the hawker's goods as is common in costume dramas.

But when Chunying saw a big carriage passing by, she couldn't help but be taken aback. The carriage beaded eaves embroidered curtain, very gorgeous, more than twice as large as the ordinary carriage, and surrounded by dozens of retinues, needless to say that it must be the female dependents of the official eunuchs and nobles, but the carriage has a strange place, that is, it has four wheels.

Chunying wondered: Was there a four-wheeled carriage in ancient China?! How did she remember that in the novels she had read before, there was a plot in which the time-traveler "invented" the four-wheeled carriage? Is it because she doesn't know about history, or is it ...... Has anyone else worn into this world?

She immediately remembered the almanac that had turned a few pages in the morning, and because she was anxious, she couldn't figure out the meaning of those ancient texts, so she successively picked out the dates and auspiciousness, the acupoints of the human body, the classification of items, the questions and answers of Confucius, the drawing of filial piety, etc., and turned directly to the most simple and easy-to-understand agricultural chapter.

It mentions that during the spring equinox, it is the time when the farmer sows seeds and inserts the disaster, and the imperial court will hold a sacrifice ceremony. During the reign of Emperor Taizong, he changed the ritual system originally set by Emperor Taizu and simplified the procedure of sacrificial days, but stipulated that starting from him, each generation of emperors should personally preside over a sowing ceremony to show the importance of agriculture. During the ceremony, the emperor led the ministers of the court who were above the fourth rank and under the age of 60 to plant and water a piece of farmland, and set aside a certain amount of time every month to take care of it, and when the grain was produced in the autumn, it was given to the clan or meritorious heroes as a reward.

The book praises the emperor and mentions that during his reign, he attached great importance to agriculture, not only encouraging the reclamation of wasteland and the construction of water conservancy throughout the country, but also using the money from the inner treasury to dig many wells in the surrounding areas of the capital, and sending people to plant trees along the Yellow River. He favored several ministers with great talents in water conservancy, and every year he devoted great efforts to control floods in various places, and the Yellow River Dam built by him is still as strong as it used to be today, 300 years later.

When Chunying read this, she was urged by her mother to work, but she always had doubts in her heart. If this Emperor Taizong is really so holy, he should be very famous in history. But the only promising emperor she knew called "Taizong" was the Tang Dynasty, and she was very sure that she was not in the Tang Dynasty, so ...... Could it be that she fell into an overhead dynasty?

It seems that she needs to read the almanac carefully to find out the answer.

In a hurry, she had already walked near the main gate of the Hou Mansion. As soon as she saw the vermilion lacquer gate, she did as her mother said, and turned into a corner door not far from the gate. This is the place where the servants of the Hou Mansion come in and out.

Guarding the door was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing gray-brown short brown, gray-blue cotton trousers, and a gray six-hat on his head, sitting on a horse against the doorpost, holding a small white copper pot in his hand, smacking leisurely and glancing at her: "Who?" Look at the eyes. ”

Chunying smiled and stepped forward to salute: "Uncle Qiao, I am the daughter of the Lu family, and I came to deliver food to my father." ”

"Inside, the room on the left, don't run around." Old man Qiao took another sip and narrowed his eyes. Chunying hurriedly walked to the left.

It is actually a small rectangular courtyard, with a small door in the northeast that leads to the outside, and three rooms on the north side, one on the left and one on the left. Figures could be faintly seen in the door, all of them were men. Chun Ying walked into the room on the left, there were not many furnishings in the room, a half-old table of eight immortals, there were teapots and a few cups on the table, four benches, a charcoal basin was placed in the corner of the wall, and there were a few Mazha next to it, and two strange men were sitting, stirring the few charcoal blocks to keep warm. His father was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, rubbing his waist and legs, and when he heard someone coming in, he looked up, and was taken aback: "Chun'er? What are you doing here? ”

"My mother was worried that my father didn't have a hot meal to eat, so she specially asked me to send it." Chunying smiled and put the basket on the table, leaned closer and whispered, "There are my scrambled eggs." It was the best dish she had ever made after she became familiar with ancient kitchen utensils.

The corners of Lu Yougui's mouth curled slightly, but he scolded in his mouth: "You two are really troublesome!" It's like I don't have anything to eat here. And he told his daughter to salute her colleagues.

The two men in the corner of the house were also the same as Lu Yougui, wearing short brown on the top and blue on the bottom, wearing a six-hat hat, one of them was about the same age as him, and the other was only in his twenties. ”

"Who's going to eat cold pickled steamed buns?" A voice came out of the door, and then a young man came in, with a few sparse beards, his face was quite pale, and although he was also wearing a short brown, it was silk, and he also added a stone blue silk armor.

When the others saw him enter the door, they all smiled, stood and saluted very solemnly, and called him "Wan Er Ye". Chun Ying saw that her father also stood up, and hurriedly avoided behind him and lowered her head, acting obediently.

The second master walked to the table with a smile and said to Lu Yougui: "You have sent food at home?" Not bad...... What's in it? Without waiting for him to reply, he first removed the thick cloth and plate that covered the basket, and looked inside, and saw that there was a plate of scrambled eggs and a plate of cucumbers with pickled pickles, and a large bowl of steaming rice.

Lu Yougui originally showed a nervous look, but after seeing the dishes in the basket clearly, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's just a home-cooked dish...... Do you want to try it? ”

The second master glanced at him contemptuously, and threw the thick cloth back casually: "No need, you can eat by yourself, drink less wine, and be careful to mislead the business!" ”

As he spoke, the man from the big kitchen brought the servant's lunch at the door, two large drawers of steamed buns and a large pot of pickles, plus a bucket of white rice porridge. Except for the porridge bucket, which was still steaming, everything else was cold. The family members gathered around, and one of them whispered: "It's late again......" was pulled by the person next to him, and then shut up.

Wan Er walked out with a cold face, glanced at everyone, bent down to pick up a steamed bun, and said, "I just heard someone complaining, saying that we eat pickled steamed buns, are you dissatisfied with the arrangement in the house?" Well? ”

Everyone lowered their heads and lowered their hands, not daring to come out, Wan Er continued to stare at them and said, "This is a white-flour steamed bun!" And piping hot white rice porridge! Do you know how many ordinary people out there can't even afford to eat a little white flour?! A guy who doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings! The old lady, the marquis, the wife, and the masters of the mansion have done their best to us! Complain less! Speaking of this, he changed his respectful appearance and arched his hand in the direction of the main courtyard of the Hou Mansion: "The masters are sympathetic to us, and we should break our bones to repay the kindness." I have memorized all the cheats and tricks on weekdays, and if I commit it again in the future, I will report it to the king and drive him out! ”

Everyone responded with a "yes", all very respectful, Wan Er looked at them proudly, only waved them to eat, and he walked in the direction of the corner gate, there was a forty-year-old Jia Ding trotted up, asked him if he wanted to go to Dexi Lou or Sanhezhuang, Wan Er casually responded "Fengqi Lou's wine is good, and the duck is also fat", raised his head and went out with that Ding.

Chunying craned her neck to watch them leave, turned around and asked her father, "Dad, who is that?" Lu Yougui smiled bitterly: "It is the steward of our door." The younger family next to him sneered: "It's the godson-in-law of Mr. Wang, whatever!" In the past, it was just like us, but now I picked up the money, deducted our food silver, not to mention, and ran to eat some duck from Fengqilou......"

Another elderly man stopped him with his eyes: "Forget it, stop gossiping, if someone reaches his ears, you will have to sweep the ground for another month." ”

The young family looked angry, and Lu Yougui said: "Forget it, everyone knows it, why do you bother to risk this?" He took out the food in the basket: "If you don't dislike it, you will also share some of my two dishes of home-cooked side dishes?" ”

The elder family hurriedly pushed: "This is not suitable, you don't have enough to eat yourself, how can you give it to us?" ”

"I eat the same food as you every day, where do I get used to it like this?" Lu Yougui picked up the wine jug with a smile, divided it into two empty teacups, and handed it to the two of them: "You guys can also take a sip, it's cold in the gatehouse, it's not like I can still bask in the sun." The two men pushed a few words, and happily accepted.

Chunying didn't say anything on the side, while waiting for her father to eat, she flattered them a few words, and saw that they were about to go to work, so she packed up her things and prepared to leave. The older family owed Lu Yougui half a meal, and when he saw Chunying's sweet mouth, he was happy, so he gave her a few sugar lotus seeds that he had originally bought for his children. Chunying was a little speechless and put her things away, picked up the basket and went out, and there was a voice behind her father who was not at ease.

By this time, it was past noon, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street, but I saw some shopkeepers yawning behind the counters. Chunying wandered back all the way, and as soon as she turned into the corner of the back street, she saw someone lying on the tree on the side of the road in front of her, covering her face and crying bitterly.

She approached and took a closer look, and found that it was actually Hongyu, the daughter-in-law of Nandeng who had seen it once on the night of the Lantern Festival.

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