At noon on the second day, Zhao Tong took a gift and went to Mu Zhaha's village for a walk. He stayed there for more than half an hour before coming out.
The information obtained from Mu Zhahana was very detailed. Wanyan Agu's autumn hunt usually lasted for seven days. He did bring courtiers with him, but not all of them. Those stationed in Huining City did not go, and others basically went with him.
As for the number of soldiers and horses, it is not certain. There are not many Jurchen soldiers themselves, and now the south has occupied Liaodong. According to Muzaha's analysis, there will be no more than 5,000, but no less than 3,000.
There were other details that Zhao Tong kept in mind, and he also told Mu Zhaha to be prepared and evacuate Huining when the time comes.
Zhao Tong calculated while walking on the road. There were still more than two months left before August 13th. He had to "create" the remaining twenty letters bit by bit in these two months, in time for August 13th. Before the thirteenth day of the month, the great cause of the creation of the Jin Dynasty characters was completed.
The days passed, and the hot summer slowly faded away. In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of July, and Zhao Tong once again submitted twelve letters, leaving only eight letters unfinished.
During this period, he not only met Wanyan Aguda again, but also met Wanyan Xieye, Wanyan Zonghan and others who had returned from Liaodong.
As one of the few civil servants in the Kingdom of Jin, and with the reputation of creating writing, Zhao Tong's status is improving all the time.
He has even surpassed some veterans of the Jin Kingdom's civil service for many years. As long as he completely completes the creation of Jurchen writing, he is very likely to become the head of the civil service of the Great Jin Kingdom.
Of course, this civil service does not include Wanyan Sagai and others, because the five people in Bojilie's auxiliary council system all hold military power.
On this day, after creating a letter again in the editing hall, Zhao Tong threw it to Xu Santai and others, asking them to study several ways of writing this letter, and then left Dazhai to go to the shopping street.
In the late summer, the goods on the shopping street became more and more comprehensive, and some of them even looked like they were snatched from the Liao Kingdom, and were sent by the Jurchen soldiers to their families to sell here.
Among them, there are many things used by women, not to mention rouge, gouache, pens, combs, etc., there are also hairpins and bracelets. Zhao Tong thought about it for a long time and bought a unique crested hairpin.
The golden hairpin is naturally not made of real gold, and those things will not be sold on the commercial streets. It is just white copper that has been gilded with gold, so it looks the same as one made of gold.
Zhao Tong took the hairpin and bought some mutton and mutton legs, and then walked back. Although he mostly bought meals in the tent these days, he could still make some simple barbecues in the courtyard.
After entering the village, he did not go back directly. Instead, he took a detour and went directly to the little widow's door.
"Hanbalizhu, it's me, open the door."
Hanba Lizhu went out, her pretty cheeks were slightly red: "Yuan Hanlin, is something wrong?"
Zhao Tong smiled and said, "I had nothing to do. I went shopping in the shopping mall. I saw a beautiful hairpin, so I bought it for you. By the way, there are also these muttons."
The woman shook her head and said: "Hanlin, please go back quickly, otherwise your wife will see you and I'm afraid there will be another noise."
"Han Bo Lizhu, she doesn't know I'm back at this moment, so how could she see her? You'd better open the door to the courtyard and let me sit in the house for a while so that we can talk."
Han Bo Lizhu said: "Han Bo Lizhu can't do this. Han Bo Lizhu can't afford Han Lin's gifts, and he doesn't dare to let Han Lin enter the hospital. Please forgive Han Bo Lizhu for being rude." After saying that, she turned back to the room. Go to the door.
Zhao Tong smiled slightly when he saw this, stretched out his hand and threw the hairpin away: "You rarely pick up the beads, but you pick up the hairpin."
Hanbo Lizhu turned around with an "Ah" sound, and the hairpin hit her. She said in a panic: "Hanlin..."
Zhao Tong raised his hand and threw another piece of mutton over: "There is also this meat. It will be very nutritious to make soup at night."
But when Han Boli Zhu turned around, the mutton went straight to her chest.
Hanbo Lizhu immediately exclaimed: "Hanlin, don't..."
I saw her shoulder move momentarily, but she didn't make any other movement, and then she was hit. Then she didn't say anything, just covered her face and ran back into the house.
Zhao Tong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then walked slowly towards his small courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, he called Huang Gu and Ouyang Bei and asked them to prepare things for the barbecue, probably breaking some willow branches. To make a skewer, pierce the leg of lamb with a thick branch, dig a hole in the ground and put a few stones on it to roast it. As for the seasoning, there isn't much, just ground salt and wild spice powder from the mountains.
After entering the house, the young lady was drawing a needle on a piece of red cloth. When she saw Zhao Tong, she said, "Husband, are you so early today?"
Zhao Tong nodded: "What is Thirteenth Mother doing?"
The young lady said: "Embroidery."
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "Embroidering a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water?"
The little girl looked very embarrassed, raised her hand and gave a shot with a red thread.
Zhao Tong stretched out his two fingers and instantly grasped the needle, saying, "That's not how you play with needles."
I saw him holding the embroidery needle lightly. Suddenly, the needle with the red thread drew a strange light in the air. Then with a "chi" sound, it was pierced into the wall, completely submerged, leaving only the red thread trembling outside. .
At this time, Xiao Niang knew that he had martial arts skills, but she had never seen such a weird method before. She couldn't help but asked blankly: "What kind of trick is this?"
Zhao Tong shook his head and said: "I don't play well at this skill. I always fall short of some things and can't reach the top. But unfortunately, my talent is too high. I know it when I see people using it. Even if I fall short of some things, I can still do it." Use it."
The young lady wondered: "Why don't you study such a powerful martial arts seriously? Anything wrong is not as serious as beheading. If you find a way to do it, you must learn it."
Zhao Tong looked at her with a strange expression: "You don't understand."
The young lady refused to accept it and said in a low voice: "My father was a master of martial arts. Although he died young, he still learned the true virtues and taught them to me. Why don't I understand!"
Zhao Tong looked around outside the window, sat on the kang and whispered: "This martial art was created by Li Xian."
The young lady frowned and said, "Who is Li Xian?"
Zhao Tong said: "Tong Guan's godfather."
The young lady was stunned for a moment, as if she had thought of something, and laughed loudly: "Tong Guan is a chamberlain, and his godfather must be too. Could it be that this martial art can only be learned by eunuchs?"
Zhao Tong remained silent, his eyes wandering.
For a moment, the young lady seemed to have discovered a new world. She looked Zhao Tao up and down and said in surprise: "How can anyone in the world know someone else's martial arts, let alone this kind of evil kung fu? I seem to remember that you haven't married yet. …”
Zhao Tong said with an ugly face: "I told you that I don't know it completely. I missed some things and used them incorrectly. I didn't even think about learning this martial art!"
"I don't believe it!" The young lady said with a smile on her face, very happy, "You are not married!"
"What are you if I don't have a wife?" Zhao Tong looked at her and asked.
"I..." Xiao Niang was stunned and shook her head: "How can I count."
"Does this kind of thing just mean it doesn't count? I don't know how many times I've called you." Zhao Tong sneered and walked out.
"You!" The young lady was very angry when she heard this. She suddenly thought of this evil skill again, and she couldn't help but feel happy. Then she seemed to feel relieved, and she felt relaxed from head to toe.
The barbecue mutton was very fragrant. Zhao Yan ate it slowly. He liked it slightly burnt. However, several of them didn't drink. It wasn't that they couldn't drink. It was because they had agreed not to touch a drop of alcohol before coming.
It's okay during the day, but the most dangerous time is at night. No one knows whether he will miss something after drinking.
Zhao Tong noticed that his mother was always looking at him and couldn't help but said: "Thirteenth Mother, what are you looking at?"
The girl smiled and said, "I just want to take a look. Is Yuan Erlang afraid that he won't be able to see it?"
Zhao Tong snorted and ignored her. After eating, he returned to the room and sat at the table, thinking about what letters to give to Wanyan Xiyin in two days.
There are only seven letters left to write, and they must be completed before August 13th to have the opportunity to go hunting in autumn with Wanyan Aguda.
He traced back and forth on the paper with a pen, and decided to add more emphasis. Next time, he would come up with two letters together. This would attract the attention of the Jin Dynasty court, and it would be safer to follow Qiu Lie.
After a while, the young lady came in, and this time she boiled two bowls of tea and put them on the table. The tea was a reward from Wanyan Agu. It was pretty good, but I don't know where it was stolen from the Liao Kingdom.
It was getting dark, the oil lamp was lit, and the two sat at the table drinking tea.
Zhao Tong continued to draw for a while, then raised his head and frowned: "Thirteenth Mother, what are you looking at again?"
The young lady said with a smile on her face: "Look at you!"
Zhao Tong sneered and said nothing. He drew for a while, and many letter shapes appeared on the paper. These were naturally for show, but they had to be handed over to Wanyan Xiyin at the same time, which proved that the creation process was still very complicated and difficult.
After a while, when the bowl of tea was finished and another bowl was added, Zhao Tong suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
This is really endless. Even though we have been in the Jin Kingdom for a while, and even the Jurchen writing is almost completed, why are we still monitoring it?
Zhao Tong frowned secretly. There was only one possibility, that is, Wanyan Xiyin didn't completely believe him and was still doubting his identity!
Zhao Tong thought that the other party had not found any loopholes, that is, Wanyan Xiyin was too cautious and planned to keep surveillance on him until he left his Dazhai.
Zhao Tong looked at his mother. During this period of time, she could tell what was going on from his expression.
Whenever Zhao Tong shows such a look, it means that the outside surveillance person is here again. Every time this time, the girl will look nervous, and she will be afraid that Zhao Tong will take advantage of the situation and do something frivolous.
But today, the young lady was not so nervous. She also stared at Zhao Tong with an expressionless face.
Zhao Tong looked at her and touched his chin, looking thoughtful.
Then he lowered his head and fiddled with the pen and paper for a while, and said, "I've been thinking a lot lately, and I feel that the task of creating characters is one step closer to completion."
The young lady said, "Congratulations, husband."
Zhao Tong said: "Once it is completed, I will be promoted to be in charge of a department. When I arrive at Linya, it will be nothing."
When the young lady heard this, she said with an unpleasant look on her face: "Lin Ya is certainly a good person, he has a noble reputation and is admirable."
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "You really have little knowledge and no noble character. I think those are all fakes. No real man likes power, fame and sex, and Lin Ya is no exception!"
The young lady bit her lip and thought to herself, is this another quarrel with a different twist? He actually slandered Lin Ya, which is intolerable to me!
"Genjiro, what do you mean by power, name, color, and color? Could it be that you still want to keep concubines after you get promoted!"
Zhao Tong said: "It's not necessary to have a concubine, you always have to have a confidante!"
The young lady felt weird after hearing what he said, and said angrily: "What kind of confidante?"
Zhao Tong smiled and said, "You know it yourself!"
The young lady raised her slender and beautiful eyebrows and said angrily: "Yuan Erlang, you are still thinking about that little widow. Are you thinking of marrying her off?"
Zhao Tong said leisurely: "A confidante, she is naturally beautiful and smart, dignified and steady, ice and snow smart..."
"You..." The young lady still didn't know who he was talking about, so she couldn't help but stop drinking the tea, got up and walked to the Kang to sit down.
Zhao Tong drew the last stroke on the paper and said with a faint smile: "You have to have a good life, right?"
"Yuanjiro, you bastard!" The little girl flew the little pillow over with a "swish" sound.
Zhao Tong raised his hand and took it: "Are you angry because of embarrassment?"
The young lady looked at him and suddenly stopped talking, with a sarcastic smile on her face.
Zhao Tong frowned and saw the girl taking out an embroidery needle from the sewing basket, putting on the red thread and starting to draw in the air.
Zhao Tong said: "Thirteenth Mother, what do you mean?"
The young lady smiled and said, "Husband, I have mastered the embroidery needle very well. Let me embroider a flower for you to see."
Zhao Tong stood up and walked slowly: "What do you want to embroider?"
The girl smiled and said: "You don't care what I embroider, I just want... Yuanjiro, you, don't come over!"
Zhao Tong came to the Kang and said, "Put down the needle."
The young lady sneered and said, "I won't let you go. Are you afraid of my embroidery skills?"
Zhao Tong felt angry and grabbed the girl's wrist, and the embroidery needle fell to the kang with a clatter.
The young lady struggled and used her other hand to pick up the needle. Zhao Tong was not willing to let her pick up the needle and continue with her gestures, so he held down her other hand.
The young lady was furious and said: "Yuanjiro, let me go, you bastard..."
Zhao Tong's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. He didn't expect that the mother would say it. At this time, it was too late to remind her. He lowered his head suddenly and opened his mouth to cover the mother's mouth.
The girl's eyes widened immediately, and suddenly she seemed to have forgotten her struggle, and just looked at Zhao Tong in a daze.
Zhao Tong felt a burst of sweet fragrance and sucked unconsciously. The girl seemed to be shocked by electric shock and trembled slightly.
For a moment, the confusion in the girl's eyes turned into fear and anger, and she started to break free with "wuwu" force.
Zhao Tong didn't say anything until there was no movement outside, then he slowly raised his head. He saw the charming eyebrows of the young lady, and the confusion on her face added a little color. He couldn't help lowering his head and lightly tapping her lips. After a moment, he felt his heart tremble.
The girl pushed him away with all her strength and ran out. Unexpectedly, her whole body was as soft as numbness and she almost fell down.
She opened the door and ran outside. When she came to the courtyard, she saw a bright moon in the night sky, twinkling stars, and silence all around, but she didn't know where her hometown was.
She was extremely panicked. She never dreamed that such a thing would happen. Even Lin Ya had never touched her, but now...
The young lady was confused and confused, and felt sorry for herself. She lay on the stone table in the courtyard and kept sobbing...
(End of chapter)
