"Miss, it's a shame that I'm still worried about coming to Chang'an. Mr. Tang's family has no money!"
In the west wing room, Cui Er put her package on the table with a bang.
You must know that when they were in Dongyue, they heard from Xiao Luo that Tang Ping was very poor in Chang'an and often couldn't afford to buy some things.
He is a kind-hearted person, and he supports the entire Shanghe Village with no access to it. All his income comes from selling some things from home and rewards from the court.
After saying that, Cui'er opened the package, which was filled with a package of gold and silver jewelry.
No matter what, Wang Qingluan is still the only descendant of Wang Xuanying. In this era, there are no bank cards, not even banknotes that can be exchanged with each other in the TV series.
So the two of them carried a lot of money with them. As for soft clothes and other things, someone would naturally bring them to them in a while.
"How do you talk? Does Mr. Tang have money or not? What does it have to do with us?"
"Hey, miss, why doesn't it matter?"
"Have you not been beaten for a long time?"
"Don't, don't, ah! Miss, I was wrong!"
During the fight, Cui'er was thrown onto the bed.
"Hey, miss, look, this bed is so soft and comfortable!"
Because the west wing was originally a reserved guest room, this room had already been decorated after Tang Ping came and went several times.
Although the wooden furniture was made by Brother Wang Tieniu, the mattresses, thermos bottles, and air conditioners in the room were all installed by him from Hyundai.
Wang Qingluan tried it and found that it was indeed elastic and soft, much more comfortable than the one he slept in at Honglu Temple.
Cui Er was unwilling to get up from lying on it, and when Lu Yi sent the two of them in just now, she turned on the air conditioner, so the already hot summer day also became cooler.
"It's so comfortable, miss. This cool breeze is even cooler than the ice basin we put in the palace in the summer!"
"Okay, be careful what you say and don't let others know our identities."
"Hey!" Cui'er sighed: "Miss, let me tell you that this young master of the Tang Dynasty is not an easy person in the Tang Dynasty. I heard today that the people sitting in the middle at the opening ceremony were the princes of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengqian and Prince Li Tai. Even they have become Mr. Tang’s students, so Mr. Tang cannot be said to be the crown prince and grand master.”
"And I heard from Xiao Luo that Mr. Tang is not a person of this world!"
They didn't know that Wang Xuanying was about to have a new heir, and they thought that in a few years they would return to East Vietnam to continue to be King Zheng, the crown prince, or even take over the throne of East Vietnam.
The higher Tang Ping's status in the Tang Dynasty, the smaller the relationship between him and Wang Qingluan may be, let alone that he is not a person of this world.
Of course Wang Qingluan knew what she meant, and his face darkened slightly. Just when the two of them were silent, there was a knock on the door outside.
"Tui'er, Sister Wang, it's time to eat! What delicious food I made today!"
"Here comes Xiaoluo!"
The two of them tidied up and followed Xiao Luo to the middle of the yard.
Everyone had met them in Dongyue, and Wang Qingluan also knew that these people were the same as Tang Ping's family. Everyone sat down around the big round table in the middle of the courtyard.
Now that there are two masters and servants, Wang Qingluan, the big round table is finally full.
"Come on, Cui'er, Sister Wang, take a look at my craftsmanship!" Xiao Luo said proudly. The two of them knew that she was Tang Ping's little cook when they were in Dongyue, but they never had the chance to show them off. The opportunity finally came today.
Originally, today was the first day of school at Tang Ping's new academy, so Xiao Luo prepared a sumptuous meal, and when she saw Wang Qingluan and his two friends arriving, she added two more dishes.
Now the table on the table is full of her specialty dishes.
Braised lion head, tomato braised beef brisket, squirrel fish, mapo tofu, boiled river shrimp, twice-cooked pork, garlic water spinach, braised pork platter with radish stick bone soup filled the table.
Lao Cui rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his chopsticks and said, "Hey, when we went to Dongyue, we also attended the palace banquet at Honglu Temple, but let me tell you, our little Luo's cooking is the most delicious!"
There were no rules at Tang Ping's dinner table. Everyone usually ate like a gathering with friends. After the meal was served, everyone started eating.
Wang Qingluan looked at the uniquely shaped squirrel fish in front of him, carefully picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The sauce that looked like blood was sour, sweet and very delicious.
The outer skin of the fish is fried crispy, and the fish inside is not only not fishy, but also delicious and tender.
She took another spoonful of mapo tofu. Although it was slightly spicy in the mouth, she was soon conquered by the spicy and delicious taste.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, these two dishes are no longer inferior to the imperial chef in their Dongyue Palace.
Cui'er even ate a little of each dish, and then exclaimed repeatedly, praising Xiao Luo's cooking skills.
After eating, Tang Ping and the others took Wang Qingluan around Shanghe Village.
Wang Qingluan could see that every villager in Shanghe Village truly respected Tang Ping from the bottom of their hearts.
Moreover, the villagers in Shanghe Village were somewhat different from the people she had seen in other parts of the Tang Dynasty or even in East Vietnam.
Everyone here, regardless of age or gender, has a satisfied smile.
After knowing that she was Tang Ping's friend and that she would live in Tang Ping's courtyard for a long time in the future, these villagers became... a little too enthusiastic.
Some of the children in the field brought bird eggs, some brought river fish, and some even brought wild flowers picked from somewhere and stones that looked like they were picked up from the river.
After Tang Ping took Wang Qingluan away, these talented villagers from Shanghe Village gathered together and whispered, "This girl is so handsome!"
"I'm afraid she will be the mistress of our Shanghe Village from now on, right?"
"That's not true, otherwise the proprietor would let him live in his yard?"
"I heard that she is from the East and Yue. One look at her will tell you that she is a gifted lady. She should be a lady among all the people!"
"Hey, judging from what you said, our proprietor is a fairy-like figure. What happened to our lady? Is our proprietor worthy of her?"
"What are you talking about? Did I say that the proprietor is not worthy of her? Our proprietor is a fairy from the sky, so he is worthy of her!"
"Assuming you can talk, after you finish working in the fields, come to my house for a drink!"
"Okay, I want to drink the good wine the last time the proprietor rewarded you!"
Of course, Tang Ping and others who walked away did not know that in the eyes of the people in Shanghe Village, Wang Qingluan Yanran became the candidate for the hostess of Shanghe Village.
Shanghe Village is not that big to begin with, so I almost finished the walk, and then came to the river. On the other side of the river, I could see Cheng Chumo and the other guys playing around outside the new school building.
"Miss Wang, welcome to Shanghe Village!" Tang Ping said suddenly.
