Lingbao was so anxious that he burst into tears. He helped Lady Ying up and found that she was seriously injured. A large piece of skin was scratched on her palms and wrists directly from the ground, and blood flowed. He became even more angry and cried angrily.
"We said we won't sell it to you." The girl's parents looked at the buyer of the dilapidated statue fiercely. They dragged the girl over and said, "A blind man, two monks, a family who has eaten one meal without finishing the next. What’s the benefit of selling it to you? Once you enter this building, you’ll have food to eat every day, which is no better than your life!”
After saying this, he pushed the girl to Mr. Turtle, who gave him eight liters of grain, which was regarded as buying the girl.
With both people and food exhausted, it was finally over.
Lingbao put the bamboo stick into Lady Ying's hand and wiped his tears: "Are you okay, Lady Ying? Does it still hurt?"
Yingniang's hand holding the bamboo stick trembled slightly. It took her a while before she replied: "It doesn't hurt."
In the Jinfeng Yulu Building, the oiran who had watched the whole process rested his head on his hands and looked at the three people walking further and further on the broad street.
A woman and two monks.
The street was very wide. The woman was wearing shabby robes and a curtain hat. She was still blind and was walking with a bamboo stick. The fine snow quickly fell on her shoulders, making her figure look a little thin.
The oiran who is famous in Luoyang has many precious gifts placed around her. As many people pursue her as crucian carp crossing the river. Her face is naturally beautiful. After seeing it, the oiran smiled and leaned on Tang Wulang next to her. He reached out and crossed his eyes: "A beggar-like woman and two monks are worthy of Wu Lang looking at him for so long?"
Tang Wulang was a little surprised and said, "I know that woman."
He also has at home a pair of pearl earrings of excellent quality and an extremely exquisite dark gold thin chain. It would be no exaggeration to say that the workmanship of the thin chain is exquisite. He has always liked to collect extraordinary things. This is his hobby.
When the woman first came to Luoyang, he asked the book boy to keep an eye on her to see if she had been trafficked. After all, the woman did not look like an ordinary person. As a result, Jiang Sanlang often came to him, so he put the matter on hold for the time being.
I never expected to see her again.
Still this scene.
Tang Wulang thought for a while, left Jinfeng Yulu Tower, and followed the woman. His book boy didn't understand why his husband did this?
"Aren't you going to accompany your cousin?" the book boy asked.
"Oh, she has so much fun every day with Xue Si by her side. She doesn't need my company." Tang Wulang waved his hand, and Xue Si from Nanshi was taken to his home to play with Xie's cousin, listening to Xue Si Si said that he used to live in Langge, Youzhou. It happened that the Xie family's cousin was very interested in Langge's customs and customs, so their family invited Xue Si to stay.
Xue Si was also a wonderful person. He could make a lot of weird things, which suited his taste. Tang Wu felt that if Xue Si's status wasn't so low, they might have been good friends.
Tang Wu asked the carriage to follow the woman. Along the way down, he saw them going to the market to buy some vegetables and then went back.
Only when he saw them entering Master Cunzhen's house did Tang Wu know where the woman lived now.
He actually lives in the house of Master Cunzhen. Master Cunzhen was the prostitute of the Governor of Luoyang in his early years. When he grew up, the Governor even bought a house for him. He was still doting on him as before. How could a woman get involved with him?
While Tang Wuzheng was puzzled, the door to Master Cunzhen's residence suddenly opened again.
The woman was standing in front of the door, looking at the location of their carriage.
Tang Wu couldn't help but secretly sigh that this woman was quite alert.
He jumped off the carriage, walked to the door, bowed first, and introduced himself, hoping that the woman would still remember him, and said with a smile: "I am Tang Wu."
Ying Niang was stunned for a moment when she heard Tang Wu's voice, and then she remembered who this person was. When she first arrived in Luoyang, this person gave porridge outside the city, and she had received favor from him.
"It turns out to be Mr. Tang." Yingniang became less alert: "My name is Yingniang. Thank you for your help last time."
Tang Wu smiled and said, "Miss Ying has already thanked you outside the city, so there is no need to thank you more."
Ying Niang didn't understand why Tang Wu suddenly came to the door. The house behind her belonged to Master Cunzhen. She couldn't decide to invite Mr. Tang in without authorization, so she could only ask: "I wonder what Mr. Tang wants to see me for?"
"Farewell outside the city. Today I ran into Lady Ying again at Shanyuefang, so I thought of coming over to catch up with old times." Tang Wudao saw that there were still stains on the woman's robes and there were blood marks on her exposed hands, and he knew that she was There is no time to deal with the replacement yet.
"This is the ointment, please accept it, Madam Ying." Tang Wu took out the ointment.
Yingniang put her hands in her sleeves to block the cold wind: "Thank you Mr. Tang for your kindness. I have medicine at home, so I won't use it."
Tang Wu took back the ointment, felt kindhearted, and comforted: "I know Ying Niang, you had good intentions at the time, and that family was indeed a little rude, but Ying Niang, don't blame them."
"They have no choice but to fight. The Luoyang Order has ordered no more aid to the refugees outside the city. Snow disasters occur frequently. People are starving to death every day in and outside the city. Mass graves have long been filled."
"They just want the girl to have food to eat and survive." Tang Wu had seen this kind of thing many times.
Ying Niang's fingers clenched tightly in her sleeves, but she couldn't let go for a long time.
"I know."
But the girl held her hand so tightly that she couldn't breathe and her heart shrank.
"There are so many suffering people in the world, tens of thousands of them, and you can't help them." Tang Wulang said.
Ying Niang bit her lips and teeth and said nothing.
Chapter 285
Yongxing ninth year, Jiachen year, early February.
Yingniang bought a load of firewood for five cents. The price in Luoyang was very high. A load of firewood only cost two or three cents in other places, but it cost five cents or more in Luoyang. The firewood vendor left through the back door. After that, he continued to carry firewood and sell it in the cold wind. The back door of the mansion was his shuttle place.
Charcoal is too expensive for Yingniang, so she can only buy some firewood.
After buying firewood, Ying Niang waited patiently. Not long after, she heard the sound of the salesman shouting. There is a major festival in Luoyang in February, the Flower Festival. February 2nd is the Little Flower Festival, and February 15th is the Big Flower Festival. She had already missed the Flower Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last time, and she couldn't miss it again this time.
She didn't have much money in her hands, so she had to find ways to make money. Yingniang had been thinking about this since her eyes could vaguely see. Last month, she heard a lot of news while going shopping on the street. Among them, the one that concerned her the most was the Flower Festival.
Luoyang people attach great importance to this festival.
On February 15th, people will go to the Flower Temple to kill animals and offer fruits to celebrate the birthday of the God of Flowers. There are also many plays about the God of Flowers to entertain the God. Girls in the boudoir will cut five-color silk ribbons and stick them on the flower branches to appreciate the red. Literati Taking friends for an outing will create a huge and lively event for drinking and admiring flowers.
Also known as the Drunken Flower Dynasty.
This is a good opportunity. Yingniang has bought a lot of things from the vendors in the streets a few days in advance for February 15th. The Little Flower Festival on February 2nd is too tight for her. February 15th Just then, Ying Niang called the salesman, and he stopped. His stretcher was full of goods, including household needlework, children's toys and snacks, and silk fabrics. In Luoyang, many people made silk flowers their business.
Ying Niang plans to sell silk flowers as well. The silk flower industry is very mature in Luoyang. It includes not only silk flowers for wearing on the head, but also silk flower baskets. Richer families often buy them for decoration. However, Ying Niang plans to just make silk flowers for wearing on the head. Small and easy to sell.
After buying the silk cloth, Ying Niang closed the back door again, and the two young monks quickly brought the firewood to the kitchen. Ying Niang first fetched some water. It was very convenient to have a well in the house. After Ying Niang fetched the water, After doing the daily cleaning work, they made some food and finished eating. The two young monks were chanting sutras in their room. Yingniang listened to their sutras, found a sunny place to sit down, and reached for the dustpan on the table. , which contains silk flowers, simple paper, thread, brushes, paints, mallets, wooden hammers, etc., which are all needed to make silk flowers.
Yingniang has already drawn various flower shapes, including peonies, daffodils, orchids, peach blossoms, and grass flowers. She likes flowers very much and knows the flower shapes well.
She felt confident when she started painting. After the painting was completed, two young monks would help her cut the shape, then mix the paint and render the silk. This was the most difficult part because her eyes could not distinguish the fine color differences for the time being.
"Ms. Ying, let me help you." Lingbao appeared at the right time, but sometimes his help always went wrong, which made Lingbao very frustrated.
Ying Niang smiled and touched Ling Bao's bald head. In the end, the two young monks stopped reading the scriptures and devoted themselves to helping Ying Niang. Ying Niang was very grateful to the two young monks.
It wasn't until February 15th that Yingniang went out with the two young monks. Master Cunzhen was really busy and didn't come back for half a month. He stayed with the governor.
Ying Niang was wearing washed white clothes and carrying a double-layered basket covered with beautiful silk flowers of different colors. The breeze blew and the petals spread lightly, just like real flowers. After thinking about it, she gave it to herself He put some ashes on his face, put on his curtain hat, finally took the bamboo stick and went out with the two young monks.
Before going out, Yingniang thought of Mr. Tang who came to talk to her about the past half a month ago. Mr. Tang said that if he had time, he would visit Tao Mansion, which is the residence of Master Cunzhen's family name. However, more than half a month had passed. Tang Langjun didn't come either.
Maybe something happened, Ying Niang put the matter in the back of her mind.
Two young monks each carried a flower basket, and the three of them went out together.
I haven't been out for more than half a month.
Ying Niang suddenly came into contact with the outside and felt that it was different from winter. Although it was still very cold, Luoyang already had the atmosphere of early spring, and it was clearly snowing heavily last month.
Ying Niang breathed a sigh of relief and went to the Flower Temple. Along the way, she met many people selling silk flowers, as well as some flower farmers and flower vendors. After the curfew for the Lantern Festival, people in Luoyang seemed to be celebrating the Flower Festival. As if they could no longer hold it in any longer, they all walked out of the house and participated in the feast of Zuihua Dynasty.
At that time, people loved hairpin flowers, regardless of gender.
Ying Niang's silk flowers are exquisitely made and brightly colored. They look like real flowers and are cheaper than real flowers. She bought five of them as soon as she left Ziguang Bridge. Under her curtain, Ying Niang couldn't help but smile and continued to the Flower Temple in Luoyang. .
When passing the Jinfeng Yulu Building in Shanyuefang, Yingniang couldn't help but take a look inside. As a result, no one came in or out of the Jinfeng Yulu Building today. It seemed to be closed? This thought flashed through her mind, making her feel unrealistic and a little disappointed.
If the silk flowers sell well, she can make some money, maybe...
Ying Niang left the Jinfeng Yulu Building. Amid the exclamations of the two young monks, she also saw the famous Nanshi in Luoyang. Ying Niang lowered her curtain. To be honest, she was still a little afraid that the Miao family would bump into her. She, Keren, can't shrink into one place, she still has to live.
Fortunately, there were no twists and turns along the way to Nanshi. It was lively. Unfortunately, she couldn't see. When there were more people, the noise would make Yingniang a little panicked.
Yingniang held Lingbao's hand and followed the crowd to the Flower Temple, selling small half baskets from the upper floor along the way. When she arrived at the Flower Temple, Yingniang clearly felt the fragrance of flowers in the air. The flower farmer People put flowers on the roadside and looked at them, with thousands of colors vying for beauty.
Although it was less than what she had just sold, Ying Niang was not worried because the flow of people at the Flower Temple was very large. She asked the two young monks to follow her to make sure they did not get lost.
Lingbao nodded.
There are cruise ships moored in the Luo River. Literati who hired a cruise boat can enjoy one of the most beautiful scenery in Luoyang in early spring. When the Flower Festival comes, the Flower Temple is full of gorgeous flowers, and there are only a few new buds. There are colorful banners everywhere on the trees. They are blown by the wind and stir the hearts of the literati. When they drink from the wine glass, they become harmonious.
Ying Niang listened and sold silk flowers.
As soon as they were sold, Yingniang found that scholars seemed to prefer hairpin flowers.
Dr. Lu, the head of Luoshan Mountain in Luoyang, was also on a cruise ship on the shore. He was stroking his beard and looking at the great mountains and rivers of Luoyang, but his face was full of worry. When he heard the sounds of warblers and swallows on the shore, he was disgusted. He frowned.
The light green shore is a unique and good place. Jiang Sanlang is enjoying the spring with the oiran of Jinfeng Yulu Tower. The grass is spread with precious blankets and all utensils are available. They call their slaves and maids, surrounded by red and green. He was surrounded by prominent figures in Luoyang, including the father and son of the Xun family of Luoyang order, who brought famous prostitutes to reward them. Most of the famous prostitutes came from Jinfeng Yulu Tower, so their smiles made people around them smile.
"It's simply insulting to gentlemen." Dr. Lu cursed and didn't even want to catch fish: "Tang Wu, you must not imitate him."
Tang Wulang coughed, and Xie Qingwu smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, your fishing rod moved."
Dr. Lu sighed and quickly pulled the purple bamboo wheel, and a fish was caught. When Dr. Lu saw it, his mood changed: "Ha, another Luo carp."
Dr. Lu smiled and said: "The crystal fish from Qingwu's family is really good. Ever since I tasted it last time, I have never forgotten it and will eat it tonight."
Xie Qingwu smiled and said, "As long as Mr. Lu likes it."
At the stern of the cruise ship, Xue Si was carving a bamboo dragonfly with a carving knife. Next to him was a pile of bamboo dragonflies, and he was still carving.
Tang Wu walked up to him and picked up one: "Why are you carving so many bamboo dragonflies?"
"Boring." Xue Si said. After carving the last bamboo dragonfly, Xue Si turned around in a circle. The bamboo dragonfly flew into the sky and fell into the water. Then he lay on his back at the stern of the boat and looked into the distance. He was lazily doing He seems to have no energy for anything.
Tang Wu cursed, he had never seen this man so energetic and could sleep until the afternoon, yet his cousin actually kept him.
Just as he finished thinking about it, Tang Wu's eyes blurred. Xue Si suddenly stood up from the stern of the boat at an incredible speed, which made Tang Wu's eyes widen.
Xue Si frowned and looked at the temple fair filled with tourists.
"What's wrong?" Tang Wu asked.
Xue Si did not answer, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He jumped out of the boat. It was still early spring and the weather was still cold.
The figure of the woman selling flower silk just now was in my mind.
Don't blame him for being startled, the figure of that woman really looked too much like a person who couldn't possibly be here.
But there were too many people at the temple fair. Xue Si pushed through the crowd and looked around, while Tang Wu chased after him.
Yingniang bought two bunches of candied haws for two young monks, one for each of them. Lingbao ate them happily. She heard the sound of drums on the shore, the soft words of people urging them to drink, and a nice saying. The female voice is talking about how to use the cloudy and sunny weather of flowers to predict whether the weather will be good throughout the year.
Only then did Ying Niang understand why Jinfeng Yulu Tower was closed.
