After talking about the war, Zhao Shiheng slowly said something else to Wu Jin.
"In the eleventh year of the Yuan Dynasty, I returned to Kuanzhou for the first time. I was fortunate enough to go to the fortress. I saw the high city and the deep moat with hundreds of pheasants. It looked like a majestic pass. The generals of Qiancheng looked majestic. Standing on the parapet and looking out, it was completely desolate. In the desert, the wind and sand covered the moon. At that time, I knew that stopping the war was just an excuse to rest during the golden and summer seasons. The Central Plains has great rivers and mountains, so there is no reason not to abandon them."
Zhao Shiheng looked at Wu Jin: "These four people, are you worried that they will become craftsmen?"
Wu Jin said: "What the students worry about is not that they are careful, but that they take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble and provoke others."
Zhao Shiheng's worries for many years were revealed by Wu Jin. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He put down his teacup, stood up and walked to the window. He saw a huge shadow outside the window and felt a little calmer - between his plan and Wu Jin's speculation. , there is only a thin wall left.
And these four Qiang people must not cause trouble at this time.
"Since this disaster has been noticed, it will definitely be eliminated. There is no need to talk about it. Besides, it is useless for you to worry about such things. You should focus on Qiu Wei."
"yes."
Both the teacher and the student felt that the tight strings were loosened a little.
It was still early, so Zhao Shiheng walked to a row of wooden kitchens by the window, pulled out a drawer, took out a stack of fans, and asked Wu Jin to get pen and ink here.
"The sages say that there is something to do, and I will do my best. If there is wine and food, sir, I will be lazy for a while, and you can pick up the sunflower and pomegranate fans for Ambassador Mo Jiedu."
On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Qianlan was going to send sunflower and pomegranate painted fans to some officials' houses in Kuanzhou to show their affection.
The hollyhocks and pomegranate flowers on the painting fan have already been painted. All I need to do is write a poem or two to suit the occasion, let the ink dry, and send it to be framed and put into a box.
Not even Mo Qianlan's private seal was used.
Everyone who received the fan knew that the words were not written by Mo Qianlan, but they did not care. It did not matter who wrote the words. What mattered was the message conveyed by the Mo family between the lines.
Mo Jiedu had this empty title. He could not command anyone, but there was news. He leaked some news, and others pretended to be deaf and concealed some news. This was a secret established in Kuanzhou City.
Wu Jin stepped forward and looked at the folding fan. The sunflowers and durians were in bloom, and the colors were brilliant and exquisite. Then he calmly studied the ink and picked up the pen.
Zhao Shiheng waited for him to finish grinding the ink, and said from the side: "It's like a mountain of fire and pomegranates collapsing into blue clouds."
Wu Jin's pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and when he was waiting for Zhao Shiheng's next sentence, he heard Zhao Shiheng say: "Brother Yunsheng."
He paused for a moment and then continued writing as Zhao Shiheng said.
After finishing all the writing on the fan, Wu Jin said goodbye to Mo Mansion after having dinner with Zhao Shiheng, and headed all the way to his bakery.
The shop is located on Shishi Street. It opens at midnight and closes at night. People often come to order cakes, so the business is better than just selling them out.
Originally they were selling some candied dates, but Wu Yi ate more than he sold and lost a lot of money. From then on, the shop only sold cakes.
He hurried to the cross street. There were now several boys on the street who had entered the Mongolian School. When they saw Wu Jin coming back, those who were eager to learn ran out and asked Wu Jin what "not attacking half a crossing" meant.
Wu Jin then talked about the Battle of Hongshui in detail and asked him why he came back so early today.
The child said that his husband was bitten by a dog at noon, so he gave them a day off in the afternoon.
After hearing this, Wu Jin strode back to the cake shop.
It was the setting sun that was shining in the evening, and there was a colorful calligraphy hanging on the corridor, with the four characters "Wu's Cake Shop" on it. The pen was old and the ink was beautiful, and the muscles were strong. It was written by Wu Jin, and it was turning with the wind. It was already old.
The door of the shop is wide open, and there is a kitchen stove set up on the left side of the door. I slide in against the wall. There are steamers, oil pans, chopping boards, wooden sticks and other items on it. In the middle is a cabinet half a person high, with oil paper bags, Cotton rope.
There is a narrow passage on the right, which is not spacious. There is a water tank, gourd and ladle. A blue curtain covers the back door. There is a table and chairs next to the curtain, and behind it is a drainage ditch.
Wu's mother was making pancakes. When she saw Wu Jin coming back, she turned around and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Mom, 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, and 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 this afternoon?"
Father Wu shook his head.
Wu Jin picked up the sewage, walked to the curtain, opened the curtain, and heard Wu's mother's voice in her ears.
"Boss, Sister-in-law Xue came to marry you today. She said she is a girl from a good family and her family is well off. What do you think?"
The smell in the back was even more unpleasant than the sour smell in the street. The sewage rolled along the ditch, settled and became rancid, and then blew into Wu Jin's nose with the blowing summer wind.
He suddenly felt tired, threw away the dirty water, and lowered the curtain: "Mom, please refuse any matchmaker in the future."
"Okay, you have to take the exam in three months. You should concentrate on your studies and don't be busy in the shop so late. Your father and I will take care of it."
"I have perseverance and I won't do anything at midnight. Don't worry."
"What do I have to worry about about you? Why isn't the second one coming back?"
Just as he was talking, Wu Yi ran in from the outside, threw down his book bag out of breath, knelt down on a chair, picked up the teapot and pointed it directly at the spout of the teapot, gulping, gulping, gulping.
After he finished drinking, he put down the teapot and wiped his mouth. After his breath became smoother, he said loudly: "Brother, why are you okay if you don't come back for a few days? If I come back later, you will ask?"
He felt deeply unfair and jumped down from the chair: "Father! Mother! You are partial!"
Wu's mother asked him: "Want to eat noodles or eat Wowo?"
"Eat noodles, and fry an egg for me." Wu Yi raised his head and acted coquettishly, "Put in more oil and make it browner."
Wu's mother scolded him with a sullen face: "Do you think I look like an egg?"
After that, he hurried back to cook noodles for him.
Wu Jin took over the cooking cakes, and Wu Yi stood beside Wu Jin with a playful smile: "Tomorrow is the holiday, and I'm going to the racecourse to go horse racing!"
"What did you do in the afternoon?" Wu Jin bent down to knead the dough and did not answer.
Wu Yi felt guilty and looked up and down: "Study...Brother, can I go horse racing tomorrow?"
"Go wash your hands and help."
Wu Yi hurriedly washed his hands. As soon as he finished washing his hands, neighbors came to buy cakes one after another.
He skillfully made cakes for people and settled accounts. Because Wu Jin was there, he did not dare to secretly pay two coins and handed them to Wu's father to string together.
When Wu's mother came back with a bowl of noodles, he saw a golden egg lying on it, and the edges of the egg were golden and crispy. He quickly took the chopsticks and sat down, burying his face in the bowl.
When he finished the last sip of the soup, Wu Jin also finished making a basket of cooking cakes. Wu's father also tied the money tightly with a cotton rope and carried it with him without hearing the slightest sound. He was ready to take it out to buy something. Granulated sugar, Wu Mu clutched the rag and began to wipe it everywhere.
"Brother," Wu Yi did not forget his original intention, "Tomorrow is the ten-day holiday and I am going to go horse racing. I made an appointment with Liu Bowen. Liu Bowen said that renting a pony doesn't cost a hundred cents a day."
Wu Jin wiped her hands and turned to face him. Her face was gentle and her tone was calm: "What did you do this afternoon?"
