It is the wax moon season, and the taste of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

Early in the morning, the housekeeper Wu Tong led the people in the house, drove the carriage to the West Market, and bought several carts of New Year's goods, from all kinds of meat to silk and satin.

Buck Er Le went crazy, Li Qinzai not only exempted him from ten days of homework, but also gave him back the slingshot, and not only that, but also gave him a bunch of artillery battles.

The premise of letting him play is that he is not allowed to hurt people, and if any hurtful behavior is found, the slingshot and artillery must be recovered, and at the same time, he will be punished with grounding and doing homework every day.

Buckwheat excitedly agreed, turned his head and lit a cannon and threw it into the water tank, with a loud bang, the water tank broke.

Happiness and sorrow are often only in an instant, and Buck's face is miserable, and she hands over the artillery battle in despair.

Cui Jie took out all the embroidery work at the bottom of the box in previous years, and made a new set of clothes for Li Tao, Li Siwen, Li Cui's family and her husband's son, and even her brother Cui Sheng, who was an official in Chang'an, also gave a set by the way.

What follows is the endless exchange of human feelings.

Every festival to give big gifts, there are many powerful officials in Chang'an City, and the British government is the mansion where the magnates must visit the gift during the festival.

This year, there is one more county marquis in the British government, and there is an endless stream of gift-givers. Li Qinzai didn't like it anymore, but the sophistication forced him to reluctantly entertain, and he was either receiving gifts or on the way to give gifts for several days.

Li Qinzai became more and more impatient, this kind of life was definitely not what he wanted, and his patience could only support him for a few days at most.

So he secretly decided to take his mother-in-law and son back to Ganjingzhuang after the New Year, away from the human relations in Chang'an City.

In the study in the backyard of the Guogong Mansion, Li Qinzai, who was wearing a new dress, took out a few strings of beads from his arms and held them to Li Tao like a treasure.

Li Tao took it, squinted his eyes, and said, "What is it?" Prayer beads? Hehe, the old man doesn't believe this. ”

"Grandpa, this is not a Buddha bead, it's called 'String Child', which was made for you by your grandson."

Li Tao's expression froze, and he immediately became serious, holding the strings in his hands and looking at them carefully, the more he looked at them, the more he felt that the strings in his hands were not simple, although they were made of wood, but they faintly revealed a fierce killing intent.

The things made by the grandson himself must be not inferior to the three-eyed gun.

After looking at it for a long time, Li Tao didn't know what he wanted, so he said solemnly: "This thing...... What is it used for? For the military or for the civilian? ”

"It's for panning."

Li Tao frowned: "What is 'plate'?" ”

Li Qinzai took the string and gave Li Tao a demonstration. I saw the string constantly turning in his palm, rubbing, Li Qinzai sometimes turned the string with one hand, sometimes rubbed with both hands, and the action was like a steel virgin who visited the Qinglou for the first time, and he had to touch it bald skin before stopping.

Li Tao hissed and said, "And then?" How powerful is it when rubbed like this? ”

"It's not powerful at all."

Li Tao looked at him silently, while Li Qinzai looked directly at him with an innocent expression.

The grandparents and grandchildren were silent for a long time, and Li Tao said slowly: "So, it's just a plaything?" ”

"Ahem, a plaything with cultural heritage, especially suitable for greasy middle-aged and elderly people. This thing is made of agarwood or rosewood, and it is often worn to rub it, which can invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, calm the qi and nourish the mind, and has the effect of prolonging life......"

Li Tao held a string of beads in his hand, and his old face was entangled for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to whip this grandson for a strong meal, or praise this grandson's filial piety.

"The old man heard that you have been knocking and beating in your yard for the past two days, just to make these playthings?"

"To correct it, it's not exactly a plaything, if grandpa keeps putting it in his hand, rubbing it, playing with it, over time, a layer of pulp will form on the beads, and this thing will be completed, and grandpa will be able to get it in front of your fellow robes."

Li Tao sighed and said, "Although you are young, you should also know that time is precious, why waste your good time on such trivial matters?" Don't you know that the plaything is demoralized......

"Grandpa, grandchildren are discouraged if they don't play things, and their grandchildren's lack of interest has nothing to do with whether they play with or not playthings."

Li Tao was choked and rolled his eyes: "You are very upright." ”

Holding a few strings of beads in front of Li Tao, Li Qinzai said with a smile: "Grandpa remembers to plate them all the time, and it took a lot of effort for grandchildren to make them, don't let down your grandson's wishes, and after a few more plates, grandpa will know how wonderful it is, and he will be addicted." ”

Li Tao laughed and said, "That's it, although the old man doesn't know what the meaning of this thing is, he will ...... it in his spare time Well, 'plate' it. ”

Li Qinzai smiled happily, and then decided to make two sets of big pants and a few pairs of slippers after going back.

Imagine, after the warm weather in spring, Li Tao wore big pants and slippers, and crossed the market in Chang'an City with a string in his hand.

By the way, send a few strings to Li Zhi, and the monarchs and ministers will be greasy together.

"Grandpa, do you like it?" Li Qinzai happily waited for Li Tao's praise.

Li Tao really lived up to his expectations and praised: "I like it, don't do it next time." ”

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Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve.

The servants of the Guogong Mansion had just cleared the snow from the door, and a carriage slowly drove from the end of the street.

The carriage stopped in front of the Guogong Mansion, and the housekeeper Wu Tong led several servants to step forward and lift the curtain of the carriage.

A pair of figures were helped down from the carriage, and it turned out to be Zhao Daoyun and Zhao Daosheng, sisters and brothers.

The housekeeper Wu Tong stepped forward to greet him, his expression was still kind and kind, but compared to the spirit of welcoming Li Qinzai, he was inevitably much less enthusiastic.

"Old decay Wu Tong, the butler of the British Mansion, has seen the little lady."

Obviously they are sisters and brothers, but Wu Tong only saluted Zhao Daoyun, and Zhao Daosheng next to him was completely ignored by him, which shows the status of the concubine.

Zhao Daoyun didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly saluted: "I'm causing trouble to Steward Wu." ”

Wu Tong smiled and said: "Erlang knew that the little lady had come to Chang'an and lived in the pavilion, and the New Year was approaching, so he couldn't bear the little lady's sister and brother to celebrate the New Year in the deserted pavilion, so he sent someone to bring the little lady over." ”

Zhao Daoyun's expression was panicked, as if he was uneasy about alarming Li Siwen and causing him trouble.

"I ...... I didn't take the liberty of coming to the door with my brother, I came to Chang'an just to let my brother increase his knowledge, and it didn't matter if he stayed in the hall for the New Year, but he taught Steward Wu to bother. ”

Wu Tong leaned sideways and said politely: "The old man is just doing what he is ordered, the little lady may as well say to Erlang and the second lady if she has something to say, please come into the house." ”

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Zhao Daoyun stood in front of the mansion, looking up at the solemn plaque of the British Mansion, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then quickly concealed it.

Zhao Daosheng didn't say a word, as if he was just an accompanying subordinate, bowed respectfully, and helped his sister into the door.

There are no bridges, no preaching, and no guests.

Zhao Daoyun quietly entered the door of the British mansion.

This is the treatment of concubines.