Jiang Sheng really rushed to Jiang's house on the first day of the new year. Before dawn, she started knocking on the door.
The concierge rubbed his eyes and said in confusion, "Happy New Year, girl."
Rich families like to give some New Year money before and after the New Year. Jiang Sheng is rich this year, so he took out a golden melon seed and handed it to him.
The concierge was awake at that time, holding the golden melon seeds, smelling and biting them, as if to confirm the authenticity.
When he realized that it was impossible for his master to give him a lie, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Happy girl."
This kind of headache lasted until entering Deren Temple.
Mrs. Jiang had already woken up and was washing up. When she saw her smiling, "Did you eat dumplings yesterday?"
"Eat it. It's stuffed with mutton." Jiang Sheng leaned over and said, "I'm taking it to grandma too. The mutton is warm and suitable for you to eat."
There were not so many pleasantries, and there was not much politeness. The grandfather and grandson finally had a unique tacit understanding.
They ate the first dumplings and the first meal of the New Year together.
Whether it was a coincidence or an arrangement, Liao and Jiang Chenghuan did not appear in their sight, and they were unbelievably quiet.
Jiang Chengyu, on the other hand, came over smelling the aroma and ate half of a large leg of lamb, exclaiming that it was delicious.
"This mutton is much more delicious than the previous ones." She is the first daughter of the second wife, and she never lacks mutton, so her words are more convincing. "The mutton smell is light and the meat is tender. Where did my sister buy it? I want to go too. Buy two for your parents to eat."
Jiang Sheng covered his mouth and smiled.
Of course, her third brother secretly kept it in the border area.
There were many conflicts between the Dayu Dynasty and the Tartars, and mutton was occasionally seized. It was usually eaten by the hungry warriors. Very few of the young survived and could be transported to the distant Fengjing.
These two stocks are almost bottoming out, and there is no way to buy any more.
Jiang Chengyu said it was a pity, "If Youran could use such mutton, the business would definitely be improved."
Not only at Youranju, even if the butcher's stall is replaced with this kind of mutton, customers will come back after tasting it.
At the end of the day, delicious food is what matters.
Jiang Sheng was slightly moved. Originally, her support for her second brother to expand the flock was just a joke, but this actually gave her a real idea.
"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Jiang Chengyu still wanted to eat, but the capacity of his belly was limited, so he could only rub his belly with regret.
Jiang Sheng came to her senses and comforted her generously, "Don't worry, there will be more tonight."
"Really?" Jiang Chengyu became happy.
There is indeed a night, not only mutton dumplings, grilled lamb chops, but also grand fireworks.
Last year, she looked up from a distance in the second courtyard, but today she could stand under the fireworks and enjoy them up close.
Huge fireworks exploded in the air, and brilliant colors fell one after another. Jiang Chengyu was scrambling to avoid them, not forgetting to grab Jiang Sheng.
In the distance is the hustle and bustle, and nearby is the smiling grandmother.
The brothers should also be watching in the second courtyard, whether discussing the eldest brother's exam, the second brother's business, the fourth brother's stagnant medical skills, or the fifth brother's lack of success.
But no matter what, this world is so beautiful.
Jiang Sheng thought of the vows he made in front of the Buddha, and the warmth he had longed for, but now it was so close and within reach.
"It's New Year, sister, do you have any wishes?" Jiang Chengyu asked in a loud voice amidst the sound of firecrackers.
Jiang Sheng closed his palms again and put them in front of his lips.
Her wish is that this moment of happiness lasts forever.
Everyone is doing well, don't let anything change.
Except for the third brother.
Jiang Sheng hoped that he would go home and live in peace in the world, and that no one would have to leave his hometown for many years.
The prosperity of Fengjing cannot affect Northern Xinjiang.
Fengjing’s fireworks can’t be seen in Northern Xinjiang either.
But fortunately, the New Year is the most sacred festival for everyone in the Chongqing Dynasty. It is a time for them to gather together no matter when and where.
"Bang, bang, bang."
After three gunshots, Fang Heng put away his gun and returned to the lively tent.
The war was tight, and they had no fireworks and couldn't set off fireworks, but it didn't matter, as long as there was sound, it was the New Year.
Men of different ages, ranging from teenagers to thirties, raised their big bowls, looked up to the sky, and then swallowed them down.
"Captain, would you like some too?" Jiang Wu was pouring wine for others and asked while shaking the half-empty pot.
The army has strict rules, so you can only take a few sips at this time.
Fang Heng waved his hand and returned to his seat.
"The captain is obviously the youngest, but he insists on pretending to be the most mature." Jiang Liu murmured from the side, "It's rare to be so happy, what's wrong with drinking."
"You can't say that." Jiang Yi, who was the eldest, changed the wine in his hand to tea, "You and I know that it is the New Year, and the Tartars also know that if they are not careful when counting the New Year, they will drive directly The horse is coming, what are you going to do?”
At that time, a group of drunkards will not be at the mercy of others.
Jiang Liu was speechless and quickly threw away the drink in his hand.
If you look closely, the people drinking are all young boys, while the really old ones have tea in their hands, and they don't forget to listen to the sound.
After the first batch of people have eaten, they need to change guard with the people outside and patrol around.
War is like this. Even on the happiest holiday, you must always be alert and fight at any time.
Fang Heng picked up a cup of tea, took a few sips, picked up another chopstick and looked at the mutton, but he didn't put it in his mouth.
"What's wrong, captain?" Jiang Wu poured the wine and sat on the floor, "But are you worried about a night attack by the Tartars? Our defense is very good, and we are not afraid even if it is a night attack."
The decades-long war was not in vain. Both sides have long been extremely familiar with each other.
The advantage is that everyone has their own precautions, but the disadvantage is that no one can defeat anyone.
Fang Heng didn't answer, just took a sip of tea, and then said calmly, "That's not what I'm worried about."
"Are you worried that the eldest son will try it?" Jiang Wu picked up the teapot and refilled it, "Didn't you already think about it and ask for a family leave in February?"
The Dayu Dynasty was also humane. It knew that soldiers missed their relatives and stipulated that they could take three months of family leave after two years in the border area.
Fang Heng joined the army for exactly two years.
Three months, leaving out the rush, was enough for Xu Mo to go from the examination to the results.
"That's not it." Fang Heng waved his hand to signal her not to add more, "It's not a good time for the big brother to try."
Jiang Yijiang, Jiang Er and Jiang Liu who were sitting nearby were all stunned.
The time for the general examination is determined by the Heavenly Family. It is said that it takes into consideration all aspects of climate, temperature and season to select the most suitable time period for candidates to take the examination.
Why is it so bad here at Fang Heng?
Only Jiang Wu frowned and asked tentatively, "Is the captain worried about Beijiang?"
This time Fang Heng finally nodded.
As we all know, the Tartars burned, killed and looted because they did not have enough food. Summer usually rested and recuperated, and it was also the time when soldiers most often visited relatives.
But Xu Mo's examination was in February and the results were released in April, which happened to be the time when the war in northern Xinjiang was at its most serious.
Fang Heng couldn't let go of Fengjing's brothers and sisters, and was also worried about the people in northern Xinjiang. He only regretted that he had no ability to do both.
