The little girl's clothes were taken off and dried. She had no extra clothes to change into, so she had to change into girl's clothes. Tu Shanyue's clothes seemed too wide and too big for her, and they didn't fit her well, so she had to make do with them.
The little girl was very timid and looked at the villain who had just removed her jaw. She hid in the corner of the car and sobbed softly.
This carriage is very good, made of elm wood and very strong.
Considering the problem of accommodation at night, Yang Fan modified several carriages and surrounded them with thick wool felt.
There was a fire in the car and it was very warm.
A very cute little copper stove is placed on the small kang table.
The small copper stove is very small and can only hold two pieces of briquettes. At this time, the burning was booming, and the gold foil-plated stove tube discharged the gas out of the car.
There is a small copper pot on the stove lid, which is boiling Huadiao wine and shredded ginger.
The wine is boiling and steaming.
The warm aroma of wine filled the entire cabin.
Yang Fan took out three glass cups and wiped them carefully with wet wipes.
Then he picked up the copper pot and poured a cup for everyone.
This was the first time the little girl saw such a transparent glass cup. It was worth a lot at first glance. Although she was born in a wealthy family, things like glass were also very precious.
She couldn't help but glance at Yang Fan secretly. This young military attache was so wealthy. It was really luxurious to use glass as a wine glass.
Whose house is this thing wrapped in cotton and carefully stored?
The pure white and transparent glass cup is filled with amber wine. It is pleasing to the eye and very beautiful. It makes people a little drunk even before they drink it.
The little girl was also very cold. She held the wine glass carefully with her two little hands. She wanted to drink, but she was afraid that she would accidentally hit the glass. Now that the Chen family was in trouble, she couldn't afford to sell such an expensive glass.
The little girl garnished it with small mouthfuls. As soon as the wine was in her mouth, the little girl's eyes lit up. This was a thirty-year-old flower sculpture.
Made in Shaoxing.
I really didn’t expect to be able to drink such good wine here.
The wine was soaked with the heat of the ginger, which had a very good effect in repelling the cold. Yang Fan stopped sneezing.
The little girl held up the cup with her little hands, warmed her hands first, then opened her mouth, and licked it with her pink tongue to test the temperature and taste.
She has the same habit as a kitten.
Then he took a small sip and moaned softly in comfort, his beautiful breasts looked like he was enjoying it.
This wine is dark in color, amber in color, slightly sweet on the tip of the tongue, fragrant in the mouth, with a strong sense of layering, and an obvious aftertaste of nuts and hazelnuts.
It is full of fresh and sweet taste in the mouth, and it goes down the throat smoothly and is more mellow.
Although she was in good health, it was actually quite cold when she was riding a horse. She often traveled around and her body was a little cold. She had always paid attention to this because she was afraid that the cold would affect her fertility.
In this era, a chicken that cannot lay eggs is a very tragic thing.
After a glass of wine, my whole body felt warm, and the little girl's resentment dissipated.
In fact, this little girl is very easy to coax, Yang Fan thought to himself.
When she gets angry, just don't add fuel to the fire, just stroke her fur, and she will become well-behaved in a short while.
Looking at the snow-white fox face with a pointed chin, the big watery eyes, the long trembling eyelashes, and the cute way of drinking the mellow rice wine in small sips.
Really love, love.
Yang Fan sighed in his heart that he suddenly understood King Zhou.
Who can withstand this?
Anyway, I can't stand it.
If Tu Shanyue knew Yang Fan's dirty thoughts at this moment, she would actually compare her Tushan family background with someone named Su, and throw the wine glass on Yang Fan's head in anger.
According to ancient legend, the country of Qingqiu has three surnames: Tushan, Chunhu, and Su.
The three surnames represent the three tribes in Qingqiu, but their status is not the same.
All three of them warmed up.
The little girl tilted her head and asked, "Are there any side dishes?"
Yang Fan said: "I'll look for it."
Yang Fan often carries some snacks in his backpack, mainly to feed Tu Shanyue.
"Yes, beef tendon, uh, this is not suitable for drinking rice wine, and this, seaweed, this is better. I'll look for it again."
"I want spicy beef tendons," the little girl said coquettishly.
"Wow, there's also a can of spicy crayfish here." Yang Fan took out a tinplate can with chopped pure crayfish meat inside.
Seeing that he was scratching his head again, the little girl simply grabbed her backpack, poured out all the food, and rummaged around with her little paws until she found a bag of spiced peanuts. She cheered and grabbed it out immediately.
The Ming Dynasty didn’t have this super delicious bean, which was Xiao Niangpi’s favorite to drink with wine.
Yang Fanyou picked out a few dried fruits, including pistachios, pine nuts, and sugar-roasted chestnuts. Tear open a pack of shrimp crackers.
Put it on a paper plate and put it on the small kang table. Then he packed up the food that the little girl had thrown into a mess and put it into the backpack.
The little girl was timid, her mouth watered looking at the bright red crayfish, it looked delicious. Although he was a little afraid of Yang Fan, he couldn't resist the temptation of crayfish, so he carefully picked one up and put it in his mouth.
"Hiss!" The little girl's face turned red when she ate chili for the first time, tears came out, and she was covered in sweat.
It took a long time to get over it, but the burning sensation in my mouth was really enjoyable.
too delicious.
The little girl narrowed her eyes happily and almost forgot that she had just jumped into the water.
The sweat all over my body seems to clear my nose and my cold is gone.
Looking at the two beauties, hissing and eating crayfish with rice wine cooked with shredded ginger, Yang Fan felt that life was so beautiful.
From time to time, the little girl would put her green fingers in her mouth and squirm. Yang Fan just hoped that if he kept riding in the carriage like this, he would go to Beijing and play with King Qin.
It looks like the little girl has returned to normal.
Yang Fan asked: "Are you literate?"
The little girl was soft-spoken, so she could only reply timidly: "I am very smart. I can read at the age of five and can read by myself at the age of seven. I am thirteen years old this year and have already read the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as all Tang poetry and all Song poetry."
"What!" Yang Fan was shocked, but if he looked carefully, it didn't look like the little girl was talking nonsense.
"You are so young and have read so many books. How is it possible? You are just bragging." Yang Fan looked unbelieving.
When the little girl heard that Yang Fan said she was bragging, she immediately became angry and her face turned red. She was even angrier than if Yang Fan had insulted her.
"Reading alone is nothing. I am also proficient in music. I am good at pipa, guqin, and erhu. I am also good at meticulous flowers and birds and pictures of ladies. My calligraphy is also eye-catching. If you don't believe me, let's compare."
This time it was Yang Fan's turn to be shocked. What kind of monsters are these? Well, this is a more powerful academic than Xiao Niangpi, who is an expert in reading.
Yang Fan happens to be playing two of the musical instruments she mentioned, the pipa and the erhu.
Yang Fan's grandfather taught him when he was a child. Although the second house of the Yang family was dilapidated, the family's heritage was still there. Although Yang Fan's father only attended junior high school, he could still write good calligraphy.
Every year the Spring Festival couplets are written by Yang Fan’s father.
Father Yang can also play the erhu, and he is better than Yang Fan.
Three years of flute, five years of flute.
An erhu broke his waist.
It’s not easy to play the erhu well.
Yang Fan opened the car door curtain and shouted to Donkey: "I remember I got some musical instruments from Chen's house. Go, bring me the erhu and find a pipa."
