Cui Jie is extraordinary and very confident.
She is indeed from a privileged background, and her education, family upbringing, and her own talents are all good.
Moreover, her analysis of Li Qinzai was objectively quite rigorous, but it was a pity that she had stayed in the isolated Zhuangzi for a long time and could not gain other information. She had no idea that Li Qinzai had undergone earth-shaking changes today.
It was not only him who changed, but also a son.
A young lady from an aristocratic family and a personal maid, the two of them were honestly catching fish by the river.
The progress of catching fish was not going well. Neither of them had done it before and had no experience. They didn't catch any fish until dark.
Cui Jie looked defeated, Cong Shuang cried, and the two sisters helped each other go back.
After keeping bending down to catch fish by the river for a long time, the two of them had backaches. When they returned to their simple hut, Cui Jie and Cong Shuang were sore all over.
Cui Jie held back tears. She had never suffered such pain since she was a child, but she couldn't cry. She had to be strong in front of Cong Shuang.
"No one in the Li family is really good!" Cui Jie thought bitterly.
She felt more and more that her decision to run away from marriage was absolutely correct and she escaped from a huge fire pit.
Early the next morning, Cui Jie spent three cents from the little twenty cents she had saved. She gritted her teeth and endured her heartache and gave it to a farmer in Zhuangzi, asking him to help catch fish.
The farmer had no trouble catching fish, and he caught five fish in less than half an hour.
The compensation task assigned by Li Qinzai was completed, but Cui Jie also lost the three cents he finally saved.
It’s all hard-earned money!
The psychological quality of the lady from the aristocratic family is still very strong and optimistic.
Think about it from another angle, if the autumn harvest begins this time and the person sent by the Li family is that playboy, wouldn't she fall into his clutches at this moment? If it falls into his hands, I don’t know how much torture it will suffer.
Now the person sent by the Li family is not sure which grandson of Old Duke Li. He seems to be a pretty good person. He was responsible for her loss and only asked her to pay five fish. It can be said that he is very kind-hearted.
I hope that after the autumn harvest, the Li family will quickly return to Chang'an, and Cui Jie and Cong Shuang will not be exposed. From now on, the world will be far away, and she will never see the Li family again.
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The day of autumn harvest has finally arrived.
According to the customs of the Tang Dynasty, the landlord's family must host the sickle-opening ceremony during the autumn harvest.
The so-called "opening the sickle", as the name suggests, means that after a long list of big bosses from all walks of life who worship heaven, earth, ghosts and gods, the owner goes to the ground with a sickle and symbolically cuts a crop of crops, which means that the landlord has done the work himself.
After the first crop of crops is cut, the entire ceremony is completed, and then farmers go to the fields to harvest.
It sounds boring, but it's even more boring to do.
Before dawn, Li Qinzai was woken up by Manager Song from another hospital. He was very angry when he woke up. Li Qinzai looked gloomy and looked unhappy with everyone.
Qiao'er also kept yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Feeding big fish and meat every day, Qiaoer seems to have gained some weight, has a chubby and cute look, and looks even cuter.
Li Qinzai looked at Qiao'er with chubby cheeks and felt much better as soon as he woke up.
I couldn't help but reach out and pinch his fleshy cheeks. Tsk, they were pink and tender, full of elasticity and felt very good.
Qiao'er looked at him in confusion, wondering why his father suddenly pinched his face.
"There's something on your face." Li Qinzai smiled.
Qiao'er subconsciously touched her face: "What's there?"
"Kind of cute...haha!"
The earthy and greasy compliments didn't work on Qiao'er, he couldn't understand it at all.
"Father, have you pinched off the cuteness?" Qiao'er said while still wiping her face with her little hands.
"You can't pinch it off. The more you pinch it, the cuter it becomes."
Qiao'er was anxious: "What should I do? What is 'cute'? Why can't I pinch it off?"
"It doesn't matter, just let it stay on your face, the longer the better. When you grow up, have experienced things, and are no longer innocent, the 'cuteness' will slowly disappear."
Qiao'er said in a half-understanding manner.
It seems that "cute" is not a bad thing...
Steward Song rushed into the courtyard in a hurry. Seeing Li Qinzai still looking calm, Steward Song stamped his feet and said, "Fifth Young Master, the auspicious time is approaching. If you don't dress up, it will be too late!"
Li Qinzai was stunned: "Auspicious time? Is today going to be a sick day or getting married?"
"Of course it's an auspicious time to open a sickle!"
Manager Song waved, and several maids quickly came forward to dress Li Qinzai.
He took off the jade hairpin on his head and jade belt around his waist, took off his silk clothes, his foot clothes and expensive deerskin boots, and then put him in a bulky raincoat, bamboo hat, wooden clogs, and even painted a few patterns on his face. A red oil paint.
Li Qinzai was made passive by the maids, especially those who painted his face with oil paint. I don't know what the custom was, but he always suspected that the servants from other courtyards were deliberately teasing him. He wanted to get angry but was worried that he would blame someone else.
"Fifth Young Master, please don't move. Let them paint carefully. They must paint when the sickle is opened. It can drive away evil spirits and pray for blessings. It is very auspicious." Manager Song advised.
Li Qinzai's mood immediately calmed down: "Oh, it's okay, just say hello to my face."
Qiao'er looked at Li Qinzai's face with curiosity. The red paint on his face somehow touched his smile, and he couldn't stop giggling.
Li Qinzai also laughed and made faces at him.
After finishing dressing up, Li Qinzai walked out of the courtyard surrounded by steward Song and his servants.
An incense table was set up outside the courtyard, and various offerings were placed on the incense table. Many farmers gathered in the open space, including old and young, women and children.
Li Qinzai, with a painted face, stood in front of the crowd, suddenly a little shy. It would be too shameful for the bankers to make fun of him with this look.
However, the bankers did not laugh. On the contrary, everyone was serious and their faces were tense. Seeing the paint on Li Qinzai's face, their expressions became more dignified, with a holy radiance like a pilgrim.
There were two people standing next to Li Qinzai. One was a rickety old man with a cane. Manager Song introduced him quietly. He seemed to be the oldest person in the village and a highly respected elder in the village.
There was another person wearing a Taoist robe, with a few streaks of oil paint on his face, and his hair disheveled. He stood alone and muttered, whether he was reciting lines or reciting incantations.
Manager Song introduced that this was an expert invited, who was probably responsible for dancing and communicating with God. He also exorcised evil spirits and prayed for a good harvest this year.
The auspicious time has arrived and the ceremony begins.
Sure enough, the master of dancing jumped up, swaying like a disco, his head kept shaking, mumbling words, dancing while chanting, and circling around Li Qinzai from time to time.
Li Qinzai was extremely scared.
He felt that he had become a sacrifice and would be steamed, boiled and eaten by God after the ceremony.
Under the command of the God of Dance, the villagers knelt down and kowtowed to the incense table.
In addition to various offerings on the incense table, there is also a tablet with the name of Houji, the god of agriculture, written on it.
Hou Ji's real name was Ji Qi. He was the ancestor of the emperor of the ancient Zhou Dynasty. Yao conquered the world and ordered Hou Ji to build a state treasury and granary and teach the people how to farm.
Later generations respected Hou Ji as the "God of Agriculture".
That's right, the God of Agriculture is Houji, not Shennong. Shennong is the one who takes medicine, while Houji teaches people how to grow food.
Knock on the blackboard and gain knowledge.
The grand and solemn autumn harvest opening ceremony naturally requires the hard-working God of Agriculture to make a trip to perform blessings on the world.
As for whether this master dancer is pretending to be crazy or is really in contact with the God of Agriculture, it is really impossible to test...
The tedious ceremony lasted all morning and ended just before noon.
The master dancer was probably tired from dancing, and he slumped to the side covered in sweat, panting from exhaustion. He was like a energetic young man who was tired from disco dancing in a bar and returned to the booth. Li Qinzai wanted to have someone give him a dance. I rinsed my mouth with a bottle of Ace of Spades. Mr. Li paid for all the expenses today.
It's Li Qinzai's turn to appear next.
Fortunately, Li Qinzai doesn't need to do any magic, what he has to do is very simple.
Manager Song gave Li Qinzai a sickle tied with red silk. Li Qinzai led the workers in the village to the edge of the field, rolled up his sleeves and went to the ground, bending down to cut the first crop of wheat with the sickle.
The sickle is very sharp. After cutting a crop of wheat, the surrounding farmers burst into earth-shattering cheers.
Manager Song laughed and said, "The five young masters of my master's family have begun to use their sickles. My fellow villagers, hurry up and go to the fields. This year will be a good harvest, with abundant grains and prosperous people and animals!"
Everyone shouted in unison: "The grain will be plentiful and people and animals will be prosperous!"
Finally, the farmers went to the fields one after another and began to harvest crops in full swing.
Li Qinzai turned to look at Manager Song: "What should I do next?"
Manager Song said with a smile: "Young master Wu, you can do whatever you want. If you are interested in participating in the autumn harvest, you can do it. I will allocate a piece of land for you..."
Li Qinzai snorted: "Don't be kidding me. Do I look like such a hard-working, brave and hard-working person? Find me a place to lie down quickly and cut a crop. I'm exhausted!"
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The autumn harvest is a big event and the ceremony is very grand.
Everyone from Ganjingzhuang, men, women, old and young participated in the ceremony, including outsiders Cui Jie and Cong Shuang.
The two of them mingled in the crowd and watched the nobles of the Li family preside over the autumn harvest ceremony. Everything was normal, and Cui Jie also enjoyed the whole ceremony from beginning to end with novelty.
Until the end, Manager Song suddenly burst out loudly: "The Fifth Young Master has begun to use his sickle."
Cui Jie and Cong Shuang were instantly stunned.
Cui Jie had conducted a detailed investigation into the British Li family when she was in Qingzhou. She knew who the "Five Young Masters" of the Li family represented.
Cong Shuang looked shocked, and his petite body couldn't stop trembling.
"It's over, it's over, girl, this slave is about to die!" Cong Shuang desperately grabbed the bun on top of her head.
