Speaking of the war, Zhao Shiheng slowly said something else to Wu Jin.

"In the eleventh year of Yuanzhang, I first returned to Kuanzhou, and I was fortunate to go to the fortress, and saw the deep moat of the high city, Chongyong and a hundred pheasants, like a majestic pass, the general of the city, majestic, standing on the female wall and looking out, but it was a poor desert, the wind and sand covered the moon, at that time I knew that the army would stop fighting, but it was just an excuse for gold and summer to rest and recuperate, and the Central Plains was a great river and mountain, how could there be no reason not to chase."

Zhao Shiheng looked at Wu Jin: "These four people, are you worried that they will become fine works?" ”

Wu Jin said: "What students are worried about is not that they are doing it carefully, but that they take the opportunity to make trouble and provoke lightly. ”

Zhao Shiheng had been worried for many years, so Wu Jin couldn't help but jump in his heart, so he put down the teacup, got up and walked to the window, and saw the huge shadow shrouded outside the window, and only then did he feel a little stable - between what he planned and Wu Jin's speculation, there was only a thin wall.

And these four Qiang people must not make trouble at this time.

"Now that this calamity has been detected, it will be eliminated, and it is not enough to talk about it, besides, it is useless for you to worry about such things, or put your mind on the autumn season."

"Yes."

Both the teacher and the student felt that the tight strings were loosening a little.

It was still early, Zhao Shiheng walked to a row of wooden kitchens by the window, pulled out a drawer, took out a pile of fans, and told Wu Jin to get pen and ink here.

"The saints all say that there is something, and the disciples obey it; There is wine and food, sir, I will steal a lazy time, you come to make a sunflower fan for Mo Jiedu. ”

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Qianlan was going to send a flower fan to some officials in Kuanzhou to show his gratitude.

The hollyhocks and pomegranate flowers on the fan have been painted, and you only need to write a sentence or two of poems to give to the occasion, dry the ink, and send them to be framed and put into the box.

Not even Mo Qianlan's private seal.

The people who received the painting fan knew that this word was not written by Mo Qianlan, but they didn't care, it didn't matter who wrote the word, what mattered was the message from the Mo family between the lines.

Mo Jiedu made this false title, instructed no one to move, but there was news, he leaked a little news in his hand, and others pretended to be deaf and dumb to hide a little news, which was a secret that was agreed upon in Kuanzhou City.

Wu Jin stepped forward to look at the folding fan, the sunflower pomegranate was gorgeous, the colors were gorgeous, and it was very exquisite, so he concentrated and calmed down, and studied the ink and brush.

Zhao Shiheng waited for him to study the ink, and said on the side: "It's like a fire pomegranate and a mountain collapses into green clouds." ”

Wu Jin walked the dragon and snake, and was waiting for Zhao Shiheng's next sentence, but he heard Zhao Shiheng say: "Give birth to brother." ”

He paused for a moment, and then wrote down as Zhao Shiheng said.

After writing all the fans and having dinner with Zhao Shiheng, Wu Jin said goodbye to Mofu and rushed all the way to his own cake shop.

The shop is open on Shishi Street, it opens on the fifth watch, and it is sold until night, and people often come to order cakes, and the business is better than picking out and selling.

Originally, he still sold some candied dates, but Wu Yi ate more than he sold, and he lost his usual money, and after that, the shop only sold cakes.

He walked quickly to the cross street, and now there are several boys on the street who have entered Mengxue, and when he saw Wu Jin coming back, he ran out and asked Wu Jin what he meant by "not hitting Bandu".

Wu Jin talked about the battle of Hongshui in detail, and asked him why he came back so early today.

The boy said that Mr. was bitten by a dog at noon and that they had taken their leave in the afternoon.

After hearing this, Wu Jin strode back to the cake shop.

It is the evening sunshine, there is a color hanging under the corridor, on the top of the "Wu family cake shop" four big characters, the pen is old and ink show, rich tendons and many strengths, it is Wu Jin's book, turning with the wind, it is old.

The shop door is wide open, there is a kitchen stove on the left side of the door, and as soon as you slip into the wall, there are steamers, oil pots, chopping boards, wooden sticks and other things on it, and in the middle is a half-person high cabinet, on which are oiled paper bags and cotton ropes.

There is a narrow passage on the right side, which is not spacious, with a water tank gourd scoop, a blue curtain covering the back door, a pair of tables and chairs next to the curtain, and a drainage gutter behind it.

Wu's mother was making cooking cakes, and when she saw Wu Jin coming back, she turned her head and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Mother, I've eaten," Wu Jin walked to the water tank, and saw Wu's father sitting at the square table, stringing copper coins with hemp rope, so he said, "Dad, the second child hasn't come back?" ”

"No, it's time to come back."

Wu Jin scooped water and washed his hands: "He didn't come back in the afternoon?" ”

Father Wu shook his head.

Wu Jin lifted the sewage, walked to the curtain, opened the curtain, and heard Wu's mother's voice in her ears.

"Boss, today Sister-in-law Xue came to tell you about her family, saying that she is a girl from a good family and her family is also well-off, what do you think in your heart?"

The back was even more unpleasant than the sour smell in the street, and the sewage tumbled, precipitated, and rancid along the ditch, and then rushed into Wu Jin's nose with the blowing summer breeze.

He suddenly felt tired, splashed the dirty water, and lowered the curtain: "A-Niang, if there is a matchmaker in the future, you will refuse." ”

"Okay, there are still three months to take the exam, you concentrate on studying, don't be busy in the shop until so late, I'll come over with your father."

"I have perseverance, not in the three watches and five drums, you can rest assured."

"Your business, what am I worried about, why hasn't the second child come back?"

As he was talking, Wu Yi ran in from outside, panting and dropping the bookbag, kneeling on the chair, carrying the teapot directly to the teapot spout, and pouring it in a hurry.

After pouring it, he put down the teapot and wiped his mouth, his breath was a little smoother, and he said loudly: "Brother, why are you okay if you don't come back for a few days, I'll come back later, you have to ask?" ”

Feeling unfair, he jumped down from his chair: "Dad! Mother! You are eccentric! ”

Wu's mother asked him: "Eat noodles or eat nests?" ”

"Eat noodles, fry me another egg," Wu Yi tilted his head and coquettishly, "Put more oil and burnt a little more." ”

Wu Mu scolded him with a tense face: "You don't look like an egg!" ”

After that, I hurriedly went back to cook noodles for him.

Wu Jin took over and made the cooking cakes, and Wu Yi stood beside Wu Jin with a hippie smile: "Tomorrow is the holiday, I will also go to the horse farm to run horses!" ”

"What did you do in the afternoon?" Wu Jin bent down to knead his dough and didn't answer.

Wu Yi's heart was weak, and a pair of eyes looked up and down: "Study...... Brother, can I go to the horse race tomorrow? ”

"Go wash your hands and help."

Wu Yi hurriedly went to wash his hands, and as soon as he finished washing his hands, neighbors came to buy cakes one after another.

He skillfully wrapped cakes and settled accounts, because Wu Jin was there, he didn't dare to quietly give down two money, and handed them to Wu's father to string them together.

When Wu's mother came back with a bowl of noodles, there was a golden egg lying on him, and the edge of the egg was golden and crispy, so he quickly took the chopsticks and sat down, and buried his face in the bowl.

When he finished drinking the last mouthful of soup, Wu Jin also finished making a basket of cooking cakes, and Wu's father also tied the usual money tightly with a cotton rope and carried it on his body, so that he couldn't hear the slightest sound, and was ready to take it out to buy sugar, Wu's mother grabbed the rag and began to wipe it around.

"Brother," Wu Yi didn't forget his original intention, "Tomorrow is the holiday, I also want to go to run a horse, I made an appointment with Liu Bowen, Liu Bowen said that the pony doesn't need a hundred yuan a day." ”

Wu Jin wiped his hands clean, turned to face him, his face was very gentle, and his tone was calm: "What did you do in the afternoon?" ”