Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the floating life has not stopped.
Riding horses all the way, we finally arrived at the small town around four o'clock in the afternoon. I originally thought it was an ordinary town, but I didn't expect that Zhu Ping'an's thoughts were subverted when he rode into a small town.
The street is a smooth stone road. The houses on both sides have blue bricks and black tiles, and the cornices are upturned. The ancient style still exists. This small town seems to have been soaked in the ancient rhyme of long poems for thousands of years. It has a sense of history. Jumping into the town is like stepping into a poetry volume full of ink.
The town is picturesque, but for Zhu Pingan, who has been driving all day in the snow and wind, it is not as attractive as a steaming bowl of noodle soup and a warm bed.
He dismounted and found an inn, paid for the room, and the innkeeper helped lead the black horse to the backyard, and then moved the things on the horse to the room.
"Brother, please bring me a bowl of mutton soup." Zhu Ping'an stopped the store clerk who was about to leave and asked him to let the chef make a bowl of hot mutton soup.
"A bowl of mutton soup costs ten cents. If you add pancakes, each pancake costs one penny." The waiter turned around and promised.
A bowl of mutton soup costs ten cents, which is about two cents more expensive than in my own town. This may be because it is a snowy day today, or maybe because I am a foreigner.
"A bowl of mutton soup will be enough, no need for pancakes." Zhu Pingan took out ten cents from his sleeve and handed it to the shop assistant.
The store clerk took the money, made a promise and went out. While Zhu Pingan was making the bed, the waiter came in with a bowl of steaming mutton soup, placed it on the table, and then left.
The hot, snow-white and sweet mutton soup is topped with green onion. The haggis and mutton are tumbling in the bowl, steaming hot and full of aroma.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't wait to take out two pieces of cake baked by his mother Chen from his bag, broke them into pieces and put them into the steaming mutton soup. Then he put another piece into his mouth. In an instant, the fragrance melted into his whole body.
'The color is as white as jade. Water and fat blend together, the texture is pure, fresh but not smelly, fragrant but not greasy. Rotten but not sticky'
In the snowy winter, don't be too happy to have a bowl of mutton soup and pancakes full of maternal love.
Traveling on a snowy day, I feel cold and tired. Especially after eating a full meal, I feel even more sleepy. So, Zhu Ping'an simply took off his clothes and lay on the bed to sleep. Even the idea of taking a hot bath was forgotten because he was too tired.
It is said that weak scholars are powerless, haha, looking back now, this sentence is completely wrong. But as far as scholars coming to Beijing to take exams are concerned, scholars from far away places have to travel for half a year to get to the capital, eating and sleeping in the open air, traveling through mountains and rivers. If the scholar is really weak, how can he do it if he has been traveling continuously for half a year?
Not long after, Zhu Pingan snored and fell asleep.
The Li family in Shanghe Village has passed the Laba Festival. The red lanterns are still hanging high and the servants are doing their jobs in an orderly manner.
As evening approached, a sound of horses neighed from the door, and Wang Xiaoer, who had gone to deliver a letter to Zhu Pingan, also entered the house.
There are three braziers burning in Miss Li's boudoir, and there is a basin in the corner to replenish water. Even in the cold winter with heavy wind and heavy snow, the room is as warm and comfortable as spring.
Miss Li was sitting at the table and chair by the window, looking out the window thoughtfully, as if waiting for someone.
The tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are carefully carved with different patterns. The delicate and gentle feeling of daughter's family is everywhere. There are several pieces of rice paper placed on the table made of sandalwood, and there are several writing brushes placed on the inkstone. On the rice paper is a poem, the brushwork is delicate, and the ink is still wet:
"When you enter my lovesickness gate, you will know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. If I had known that it would be so annoying, why would I not have known each other in the first place."
Suddenly, Miss Li's eyes lit up. Outside the window, the little maid with buns was holding her skirt and trotting towards the boudoir.
"Miss, miss, Brother Wang is here."
A few seconds later, Baozi's little maid ran in panting, and as soon as she entered the door, she yelled and reported to her young lady.
"Come here, miss. I'm a little hungry. Go to the back kitchen and ask the cook to make me a tofu and crucian carp soup. The taste will be lighter today. I can't trust others. Well, before going to the back kitchen, I'll pick up Wang Xiao Call me two."
Li Shu calmed down, picked up the brush calmly, and continued writing the poems she had not finished, without even raising her head when she gave orders to the little maid Baozi.
"Well, I'll go right away." The little maid Baozi heard that the young lady said she trusted her the most. Her little face turned red, she nodded in agreement, held up her skirt and trotted out.
After about five minutes, an old woman led Wang Xiaoer in. After the old woman received her, she stood at the door. Wang Xiaoer kept his head lowered when he walked in. He didn't dare to look up at anything in the lady's boudoir. He only looked at his toes and stopped after taking three steps.
"Wang Xiaoer, what was his reaction?"
After Wang Xiaoer and the old woman entered the door, Li Shu stopped her writing and asked lightly, as if she was indifferent, but her ears were propped up.
"My uncle was a little surprised when he heard about the engagement." Wang Xiaoer replied with his head lowered.
Hearing this, Li Shu held a brush in her hand and unknowingly stained the rice paper with a large amount of ink.
"However, after the young general handed the marriage document to my uncle, my uncle read it once, nodded and put it away close to his body." Wang Xiaoer lowered his head and replied.
Hearing Zhu Ping'an nod and put the marriage certificate away close to her body, Li Shu's eyebrows stretched. She didn't expect that idiot to put it away close to her body. She thought he would come back to break off the engagement if he got mad.
"Did he say anything?" Li Shu asked with interest.
Wang Xiaoer lowered his head and recounted the question and answer between him and Zhu Pingan to Li Shu intact.
After hearing this, Li Shu curled her lips. This idiot is not afraid of exhaustion. He has a horse, so why is he in such a hurry!
"When I first met my uncle, he encountered a wild wolf..." Wang Xiaoer paused and told Zhu Ping'an about his encounter with the wolf.
"Ah? How is he?"
Hearing this, Li Shu, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly pressed the brush on the paper, making a sound of surprise, and her pretty face was full of worry.
The next second after asking, Li Shu realized that she had overreacted. Besides, since Wang Xiaoer could report to herself like this here, the idiot must be fine.
"It's really unlucky that something happened just after we got engaged, and others still don't call me my wife."
So, Li Shu coughed, returned to her calm and calm look, and found a step for herself.
"My uncle is fine. Thanks to the young lady, she asked her younger brother to deliver the letter, so she arrived in time and stabbed the wolf to death." Wang Xiaoer put all the credit on Li Shu.
"oh."
Li Shu said lightly.
The room was quiet for a moment, Wang Xiaoer lowered his head and looked at his feet, and then heard his lady's instructions.
"Forget it, to save others from saying that I am a tough guy, just don't go to my dad this time. Just pack up and go north. Well, since that man wants to travel thousands of miles, you can protect him in secret. If If nothing happens, don't come forward. As for my father, I can tell you."
Li Shu crumpled the rice paper that was stained by ink into a mess, threw it into the paper basket aside, and gave a casual instruction.
"I'll go down and clean up right away." Wang Xiaoer bent down and responded, bending over and stepping back.
"Wait a minute, did you buy the medicine I asked you to buy?"
When Wang Xiaoer pushed to the door, he suddenly heard the eldest lady asking. (To be continued.)
