Guoguo and her younger brother were curious when they saw that a family's carriage entering the city was stopped by a group of people dressed in black. Guoguo had gone to school and recognized the white words on their red armbands, "urban management".
"Fellow fellow, when animals enter the city, they must install temporary supports and horse manure bags on their buttocks. Otherwise, you will be fined for peeing all over the floor. After loading, go over there first and let the animals urinate. Then enter the city. Leave the city. Just unload it and hand it over to the city management there."
Guoguo's father smiled and said, "Dad, look, no wonder this new city is so clean. It turns out it's all the master's rules. Otherwise, no matter how many people come to clean it up, they won't be able to clean it up."
"Yes, I have lived for more than fifty years, and I have never seen such a clean street. And these street lights make the street at night as bright as daylight. Gee, it's really strange." Guoguo said Grandpa said.
"Grandpa, I'm thirsty." Guoguo's brother shouted.
At this time, there was a small stall with a pushcart on the roadside. I looked at the fart curtain hanging with the four characters "Xiao Diao Pear Soup" written on it. This small cart is more than two meters long and one meter wide. It has two honeycomb briquette stove holes underneath, with rock sugar and snow pears stewed on top.
The sticky rice cooked with snow pear and white fungus, with dots of red wolfberry floating in the air, makes people appetite just looking at it.
The old man knew at a glance that his granddaughter and grandson were greedy. My husband and I chose to live with the eldest son's family because we cared about these two little guys.
"Haha, you two little naughty guys, you want to drink pear soup," the old man said.
Guoguo and his brother were both a little embarrassed. It was Guoguo who encouraged her brother to shout when she saw Litang just now.
"Old man, our pear soup is an ancestral craft. It uses the best rock sugar snow pears and Anhui Tremella. You drink it all the time. I hope you won't blush, be out of breath, and feel full of energy." Selling pear soup The hawker greeted me hard.
"Okay, how much does it cost for a bowl?"
"Old man, it only costs two big bucks a bowl. It's definitely high quality and cheap."
Grandpa Guoguo can read horses and treat horses, and he enjoys a monthly salary of 2 taels of silver from the racecourse. It’s Chinese New Year, and the master is not short of money, so he is willing to buy a bowl of sweet pear soup for his children.
"Okay, a big bowl for each person." The old man happily took out twelve big coins from his arms. Shot on the car. "By the way, let me ask you about it. It is said that starting from today, the master has organized more than thirty operas. Starting tonight, it will be sung until fifteen. This is where you can watch the opera."
"Then you can ask. There is a stage a quarter of an hour south of here, singing Yu Opera. If you want to hear the latest Peking opera, you have to go to the square at the Yamen Gate, where there is Peking opera. If you go Under the Drum Tower, there is Qin Opera singing. There are acrobatics in Xincheng Park. There are stages set up at basically every large intersection."
Grandma Guoguo loves to listen to operas the most. Unfortunately, she lives in a poor family and stays with a passing opera troupe. If she can sing, she doesn't get the chance.
"Old man, there are so many. Which one do you think we should listen to?"
"The autumn harvest is here, and the racecourse is on spring break. We have plenty of time. We come to listen to the opera every day, and we can listen to whatever we want." The old man said boldly.
Unlike the endless flow of people outside, the Yang Mansion was very quiet. At the gate, a servant of the general flag was on duty with his hand on the hilt of the knife, his armor and stomach clearly visible, and there was a murderous atmosphere around him. This street belongs to Yang Mansion, and the south of the road is the back wall of the Yamen. There are basically no people here.
At the intersections and east-west alleys on both sides, there are servants patrolling with Ao dogs.
In the back house, in the master bedroom of the Yang Mansion, Yang Fan and his wife were already preparing to sleep.
Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru washed Yang Fan every day and smelled it with satisfaction before drying him and letting him go to bed. Yang Fan was also helpless at being manipulated, but they both had mysophobia. He could only endure it.
Yang Fan put his ear on the little girl's white and smooth belly and listened to the sounds inside. Lin Yueru was amused and giggled.
"Master, what did you hear?" Lin Yueru teased.
"I heard, my son kicked his legs." Yang Fan said seriously.
The little girl rolled her eyes, it was only more than two months ago, how could this be possible?
After a while, Yang Fan put his ear on Lin Yueru's belly and continued listening, enjoying it endlessly. Lin Yueru stroked Yang Fan's hair lovingly. Happily enjoying the gentleness of the master.
She had been feeling a little uneasy in the past two days, but Wen had sent a letter from Fei Ge, detailing Yang Fan's pursuit of Mao Wenlong's smuggling. He knew that the master hated traitors the most, so he was a little uneasy at first. She was afraid that Yang Fan would be cruel to her when he returned home.
Xiao Niangpi saw that she was worried. When she was sleeping, Xiao Niangpi hugged her slender waist and asked her what was wrong. Lin Yueru didn't hide anything this time and told Tu Shanyue about the matter directly.
Xiao Niangpi was a little amused after hearing this, and pointed her forehead with her finger and said: "You and the master are separated from each other, and you are always afraid that the master will abandon you after using you. It is well deserved to be worried now. I have paid it all earlier, and I can live a more worry-free life." Is it not good."
Lin Yueru said: "I'm not like you. I have nothing. If the master betrays me, I won't even have a way out."
"Hello Hutu, to this day I still don't know what kind of person the master is. He is different from all the men in the Ming Dynasty. He will never let his woman suffer any injustice. Since he married you, he will be with you for the rest of his life. I won’t let you down. You are really like, there is nothing wrong with the world, just let others disturb themselves."
Sure enough, Tu Shanyue understood the master. The master came back without saying a word. Lin Yueru was moved in her heart. Since the master married her, he would take care of her affairs as well. Now, the eunuch party is still very powerful and is fighting fiercely with Donglin.
Although the master didn't ask anything, she understood. From now on, if she has any trouble, the master will solve it secretly. She will never be harmed at all.
It was late at night, Yang Fan was still a little unable to sleep, holding Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru in his arms. The two of them rested on Yang Fan's shoulders, nestled on both sides of Yang Fan, and slept soundly. That girl Mei Xiang was even more heartless, sleeping next to her like a little pig.
Yang Fan stroked their smooth backs, feeling sorry for the imperial court and unwilling to go to Mongolia at all.
On such a cold day, wouldn’t it be nice to hold him with such warm and fragrant soft jade? The quilt is warm and my wife smells good. Who wants to go to war?
However, it is impossible not to go. The countdown to the collapse of Ming Dynasty has entered. Now is not the time to enjoy, the world is like a cauldron, the people are hanging upside down, crying for food, and 20 million people are weighing heavily on Yang Fan's heart.
I have to cheer up. It’s true that the gentle village is the Tomb of Heroes. I used to laugh at Zhang Xiaoliuzi, the boundless gambling table in Dongsan Province, and the six-foot battlefield Zhao Si bed.
Now I suddenly understand something. Vixens are all weird, everyone loves them. I really don’t blame King Zhou.
This time, it was a God-given opportunity to defeat the Mongols, and Yang Fan would definitely seize it. As soon as the Mongols were eliminated, Jiannu had one of his arms cut off.
Only when both arms are complete can slave building be successful.
With the construction of the Vladivostok colony, the rope Yang Fan placed on the head of the slave began to tighten. Once Yang Fan captured the Saurons and cut off Jiannu's other arm, they would have nothing to fear.
