It's mid-July, and it's hot. Jiangning City is not so developed, and the urban area is small. During the day, pedestrians come and go, vendors shout, chariots and horses run, noisy and shouting; At night, there is also the noise of insects, making it difficult to sleep.

The second young master of the Dong family was wrapped in white cloth on his hands and feet, lying on the bed, very irritable.

Five or six days after returning from Xuanwu, in prison, I was caught with sticks, beaten with boards, whipped by whips, my hands and feet were blurred with flesh and blood, and my back was scarred.

When he arrived at home, the director invited the best doctor in the city to heal him, and the servants served him carefully, and the tender flesh on his wrists and ankles was newborn, wrapped in a white cloth, and it was itching. The doctor told him not to scratch it, and he tossed and turned, panting.

Xiaojuan, the personal maid, brought the decoction and wanted to serve him to drink it, Dong Mingjing took a sip, knocked off the decoction, and scolded: "What a broken medicine, bitter to death, get out." ”

"Young master, this is the prescription of Master An of the Rejuvenation Hall, okay, you can drink a little, and the injury will heal immediately." Xiao Juan's delicate and weak words.

"What rejuvenation hall, it's all quacks, this young master is itching to death, get out, get out of me."

"Young Master, Dr. An said, itching is raw new meat-"

"It's hairy, you can't even serve someone well, go back and pack up your things and get out, my Dong family can't afford you." The sound of scolding came from outside. Zhao strode in, saw his son, and said sadly, "My son, I've hurt you." ”

Xiaojuan was opened so inexplicably, cleaned up the soup bowl, and secretly wiped her tears.

"Mother, how long will it take, my son can't stand it anymore. Look at these hands and feet, they are tied like a mourner. Dong Mingqing complained while leaving tears, pampered. In prison is fear, once you return home, all the resentment and grievances want to be expressed.

Zhao felt sorry for his son and comforted: "It's coming, it's coming, it's just a few days, Ming'er, at most it can be dismantled the day after tomorrow." ”

"Mother, don't you know, in the prison, they don't see the light of day, they are all so fierce, they don't give me food and drink, they clamp my hands with sticks, and hit my back with a board, the board is so thick, it is full of thorns, and when the board comes down, my son's soul feels like it has been sucked away. Also, they hung me up, woo, kept whipping me, woo-" Dong Mingquan threw himself into his mother's arms, suffering like a child.

Although Zhao had heard him say it many times, when he heard it again, he cried again, since he was a child, he was not willing to beat him once, but his son was almost tortured to death.

Suddenly, Dong Mingquan remembered something, looked up and said, "By the way, mother, why hasn't my brother-in-law come to see me?" ”

Since his son came back, Dong Mingquan said one brother-in-law after another, and the Zhao family knew who he was talking about, and he was strange in his heart. She also knows Chen Yuan well, the whole family has tried their best, and she can't even see her son, he can actually invite Jinyiwei to overturn the case for her son, and bring her son out, it's incredible.

People like the Zhao family are the most powerful, saving their son is secondary, the key is that Chen Yuan is so capable, with this son-in-law, in Jiangning in the future, all the noble ladies are not allowed to look down on themselves. also moved his mind, he had long forgotten that he wanted to regret his marriage, and even more forgot about wanting Chen Yuan to get into trouble, and said: "Don't worry, Chen Yuan can run for Yan'er, he must like Yan'er very much, and when he comes to the door next time, we will agree to this family business." ”

Dong Mingyan, who was just about to enter the door to visit her brother, was stunned when she heard this, her expression was complicated, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhao Shi lowered his face: "What's the matter, it's like a wooden pestle there, don't come in quickly, the girl is hairy, you are the same, don't take care of your brother to take medicine, catch up with Ming'er, you also go to see if that Chen Yuan is back, and ask him to come to the house to sit." ”

Dong Mingyan never dared to resist under the strength of her mother, and replied in a low voice: "Yes." ”

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Yuan Bin didn't accompany Chen Yuan to lunch, he was frightened by Chen Yuan's words, although he accepted it, he was very unconfident. Since the ancient Shishu is separated from the world, the woman that the imperial grandson has taken a fancy to, what are you doing to make a scene, Yuan Bin is ruthless and confident in the face of the prisoner, and he is also frightened in the face of this.

Chen Yuan was at the grassroots level in his last life, and those who experienced officialdom knew that the inside was not as glamorous as it was said outside. Under the feudal hierarchy, the official level crushes people to death, not to mention a Tian Sheweng to compete with the future Son of Heaven.

The future is bleak, and it has already passed through rebirth, and it has to be faced.

He has indescribable emotions towards Wu Yuehe, and he doesn't admit that this is love. Seventeen or eighteen years old is a hazy and impulsive age, and when you see what you like, you will throb inexplicably, and you can be excited for several days by saying a word to her. A thirty-year-old person has already passed that hurdle, and there is no wave in the ancient well, at most there is a trace of concern.

Thinking about his thoughts, he walked around and around into an alley, hungry, and there happened to be a noodle stall in front of him. He pinched a few pennies in his pocket, then stood up and asked, "Old man, how do you sell this noodles?" ”

In the Ming Dynasty, there was no such thing as a boss.

The old man at the wrinkled noodle stall said with a smile: "Guest officer, you want to eat noodles, ten cents a bowl." ”

Chen Yuan frowned and said, "Ten cents a bowl?" Why is it so expensive. "In that noodle stall in Xuanwu, it's only eight words.

The old man said with a smile: "It's not me who blows, the whole Jiangning, no one has my craftsmanship, the taste is authentic, even if the whole Nanjing, you can't eat this taste, you come to a bowl to taste, that is to ensure that the ingredients are full, Tong Su is not bullied." ”

Chen Yuan said with a smile: "Whoever does business is like this, and it will be, I am very hungry now, and I don't want to leave, so I will come to a bowl and try it." "Looking at the stalls, the taste should not be much better.

"Okay, sit down." The old man turned around and quickly put the noodles into the pot, the noodles are more durable than the flour, the old man took the chopsticks and scratched in the pot, and the noodles fluttered and snorted.

The old man took out a big bowl, scooped a bowl with soup and water, and mixed the chopped green onions, seaweed, and sesame oil into it, which was full of aroma for a while.

It's also good to have no chili peppers and nori as well. In the Northern Wei Dynasty of China, it has been mentioned in the "Qi Min Yaoshu" that "the mountains by the sea in Wudu, all the seaweeds", as well as the way to eat seaweed. In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Xu's "Dietary Therapy Materia Medica" has a record that seaweed "is born in the South China Sea, is blue, attached to stones, and is purple when it is dried". By the time of the Northern Song Dynasty, seaweed had become a precious food for tribute.

Chen Yuan was able to eat, and thought to himself, fortunately, he had traveled through the Ming Dynasty, which was only 600 years away from modern times, and if he was in the Three Kingdoms of Qin and Han, if he did not cross into a prince and general, he would have to starve to death. At that time, the food was scarce, the seasoning was scarce, and it could only be called a full stomach, how could a modern person be able to eat, no matter how good the chef was, it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. Unless you can invent and create, or you can't live, life in ancient times was 10,000 times more difficult than modern people imagined.

The old man brought it up and handed over a pair of chopsticks, Chen Yuan sniffed it, his index finger moved, the taste was really good, and he couldn't help but praise: "Hey, your craftsmanship is really good." ”

"That's, how dare you ask for ten cents a bowl." The old man said triumphantly, and said with a smile: "Come, eat it while it's hot, this noodle is fragrant." ”

Chen Yuan ate half a bowl in one go, thinking to himself, the taste is really good, why are there so few diners? After thinking about it, I understood. Jiangning is mainly from the south, mainly rice-based, and eats noodles at noon, which is not used for coolies. And for the bottom, they want to be full rather than well-fed, and the price is high, and they would rather go and eat something cheaper. It's different in Xuanwu, where many people come from the north to make a living, and their staple food is pasta, so they are used to it.

The old man was obviously good at talking, and while cleaning up the stall, he talked about the new things in the city. Chen Yuan listened while eating, and from time to time he answered a few sentences, when suddenly, a hoarse cry of a child came, and a woman in a short-sleeved linen dress wrapped a small child in her arms with an old cloth wrapped in her arms, and was hurriedly walking past the noodle stall.

The crying child in the woman's arms was fat, round and beautiful, and looked less than two years old, with red and swollen eyes, snot and tears. The woman walked hurriedly, patted the child's buttocks, and coaxed: "My good girl, don't cry, I'll be home soon, and when I get home in a while, my mother will cook porridge for you to eat, oh oh." ”

Chen Yuan drank the soup in the bowl, glanced at her casually, and when his eyes touched, a burst of doubt suddenly appeared in his heart.