Beiping City at night, is silent and solemn, after the lively and festive celebration at the end of the year is gone, this year is more of such an atmosphere, coupled with the recent political envoy issued a curfew decree, the summer day is not completely dark, there are already soldiers guarding the city on the street patrolling, even if there is leisure to go out to shop, do not consciously turn the footsteps to the home.

After queuing for a long time to enter the city, he finally entered the city gate, but the soldiers patrolling the city had to be interrogated one by one, Xu Miaojin in the car coughed more and more, and Gu Huai could only stuff some silver, so he was released before the long line and rushed all the way home.

Outside the alley, the play of the hook fence has probably just ended, and a group of people come out of the hook fence and stroll on the way home, the small donkey cart is like a koi fish swimming upstream, exhausted by the current, but after seeing the frolic of a few children on the side of the road, Gu Huai's irritable mood has been diluted.

"Look at my golden hoop stick!"

"My grandson is here!"

"That monkey, do you know me as the King of Black Wind Mountain?"

"If I don't recognize it, I will recognize the white bone spirit... Eat me a stick! ”

It seems that the play of the hook column is well acted... The plot has been pushed here, and judging by the children's reactions, it is no different from the children who just went out to find a stick after watching TV.

That's the power of cultural classics... Not only can it leave traces in history, but it can also make people's spiritual life very satisfied, after watching a play on a summer night, slowly rushing home with children, adults talking about those strange stories, children chasing and beating monkey kings and goblins - such a market seems to be more vibrant than Jinling's.

However, there are too many things at the moment, but it is not suitable to go to the hook fence to ask about the situation, Gu Huai retracted his gaze, drove the donkey cart to the shop, untied the rope of the donkey, and hesitated.

This old donkey is old, and it is a miracle that he can pull a donkey cart to drive so many roads, but Gu Huai doesn't know what to do with it - it doesn't seem that there is a need to raise a donkey in the shop, so if he puts it like this, he is afraid that he will be picked up by others and put it in the pot, and the cart and horse shop should not be used on the other side...

I was a little embarrassed, but the closed door of the shop opened a crack, and the little maid with the basin of water went out, looking at the rag in her hand to wipe the door panel.

When she saw the face of the young carpenter in a coarse cloth dress outside the door, the little maid was a little haggard, her big eyes blinked, and the copper basin in her hand was loosened.

The copper basin fell to the ground, and she rubbed her eyes, as if she was in a trance: "Young master? ”

……

Put Xu Miaojin on the bed to rest, put on a towel, Gu Huai walked into the kitchen, and planned to boil some medicine for her, but after seeing half a bowl of leftovers and a plate of pickles in the cabinet, he frowned:

"Why do you eat this?"

The little maid who had been following her since Gu Huai entered the door twisted her fingers a little embarrassedly: "Recently, the vegetables have been selling so expensive..."

Gu Huai was stunned, he didn't expect this reason... I've been on the road for about a month, and I haven't experienced this real reaction from the people, so I haven't figured out how expensive the food is.

When he reacted, he was a little helpless: "It's not that he can't open the pot... It's dinner, why did you just pass it away? ”

Seeing that the little maid was a little aggrieved, he walked up and rubbed the little maid's head: "Do you miss me, young master?" ”

The little maid, who had been holding back since she entered the door, finally broke through the defense and threw herself into Gu Huai's arms: "I want to!" ”

It took a long time to coax the little maid into tears, and it was considered to have forgiven himself for the scumbag behavior of not even writing a letter for a few months, Gu Huai sat down in front of the fire again and listened to the little maid talk about what had happened in the past few months.

"The perfume sells very well, there are more guys in the shop, they are all girls from the Qinglou, I am embarrassed to go to the shop..."

"Miss Yanmo taught me to recognize a lot of words, hehe, next time the young master leaves, I can write a letter to the young master..."

"Uncle Wang next door wants to take a concubine, Aunt Wang is looking for death and life is making a lot of trouble, the government is here, I can see it clearly when I lie on the wall, and the neighbors say that Uncle Wang has no conscience..."

"There is a new wine shop on the other side, and Miss Ziqing hasn't gone to Taibaiju to buy wine now, but the guys in the wine shop are always very arrogant, and they don't speak well, and they are very annoying..."

"Young master, when will Nuohai come back?"

Hearing this, Gu Huai's action of handing over the fire paused: "I will come back... Wait a little longer. ”

"Oh..."The little maid curled her legs and supported her chin: "The young master is a scholar, they say that a scholar's maid must be able to read and play the piano to be decent, but I can't do any of this... Will the young master dislike me? ”

Gu Huai couldn't cry or laugh: "Who said this?" The next time someone says that, you come to me and see that I don't roll up my sleeves and smoke him. ”

His face was lit up by the fire: "Who would dislike such a cute and charming little girl who can cook, clean up, and don't need to be paid?" ”

Immediately he saw a red cloud climb up the little maid's cheek.

If memory serves... This seems to be the first time he has praised Xiaohuan like this, and in this era when everyone's feelings are extremely restrained, such praise is still rare.

The atmosphere was a little wrong, so he quickly changed the topic: "Go and give me a bowl of noodles, I'm not used to eating after going south for a few months." ”

"Okay."

The chives are cut into sections, the ginger and garlic are cut into neat slices, the lard is scooped with a large spoonful, and finally a golden fried omelette is put on top, and the smell of fireworks wafts through the kitchen, and the words of the master and servant extend with the rising mist.

"Young master, what is Jinling like?"

"It's big, it's very prosperous, there are a lot of noble children, and the spirit of the common people seems to be much stronger than that outside."

"I heard them say that the emperor lives in the palace and eats a lot of things every day, so isn't the emperor very fat?"

"The emperor is not old... It's a little bigger than Nohai, and it's not fat, no matter how much you eat, you will get tired of eating it for a long time. ”

"Oh... Will the young master get tired of eating what I make one day? ”

"Of course not."

"Isn't the young master going back to the ancestral house? Have you seen any relatives? ”

"See, what are the three aunts, eight aunts, and three wives... But they are not good people, and they have a lawsuit with them. ”

"Huh?"

"Luckily, they won, and in some ways they're not my relatives anymore."

"Young Master, what are you talking about?"

"Would you like to hear the story of the journey south? It just so happens that the medicine will have to be boiled for a long time," Gu Huai picked up the noodle bowl and took a big sip, "It still tastes authentic." ”

"Okay, okay."

"In fact, if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is no story to tell, I met some people, some things happened, I saw the people of this era, and I witnessed the lifting of the curtain, but looking back, if I didn't know that some things were destined to happen, it was actually just an ordinary trip."

"The young master is so difficult to understand."

"Some people originally only existed in the history books in my memory, but when they really came down from the books, when they looked at it, they were just ordinary people," Gu Huai sighed, "This is the most powerful thing in Huaxia, it has been well documented for thousands of years, but the history books may record what you have done, but they will not carefully record what kind of person you are." ”

The topic drifted farther and farther away in Gu Huai's obscure words, and the little maid propped her chin, looked at the young master who seemed to know everything on the other side, and suddenly asked, "Is there really going to be a war, young master." ”

Gu Huai's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and the noodles in the noodle bowl were steaming.

"After the fight, there will be a clean world."

He took a sip of noodle soup: "It's better to stock up on more food recently." ”