"Master, get up~ Master, get up~"
At noon, Tao Ying'er stood beside Tang Sufan's bed, pulling Tang Sufan to get up with some helplessness~
Tang Sufan was confused for a long time, and then he woke up from his sleep. After slowly waking up, he opened his eyes and saw a helpless little girl.
He stretched himself up lazily, yawned, touched the little girl's head, and asked sleepily: "What time is Ying'er?"
Tao Ying'er on the side took Tang Sufan's clothes and said, "Sir, it's already noon~"
Tang Sufan gave a formal glare and cursed in his heart. This dream of going to bed early and getting up early was once again shattered...
I wrapped myself in a fur quilt and rubbed my head. Last night I was so happy that I drank too much with Uncle Shuan and Uncle Liu.
But it’s interesting to say, this old Uncle Shuan~ He is always good at food and fun-loving. He obviously pours a cup, but he always has to be very energetic~
Moreover, there are really few entertainment activities in the Tang Dynasty. We have to find a way to develop some fun~
Otherwise, all I have to do every day is drink some wine and chat with the old people in the village, and that would be unbearable...
Tao Yinger lifted her sleeves and slowly put them on for Tang Sufan.
In this way, Tang Sufan was like a confused puppet being quickly dressed by the little girl.
Tang Sufan, who was gradually waking up, looked at the bronze mirror and cursed in his heart that he had really fallen. It was all his fault for this evil feudal society...
Although he is not so lazy that he can't even put on his own clothes, since he brought the little girl back, she has taken care of every aspect of his life, and it can be said that she is meticulous to the extreme.
Sometimes Tang Sufan didn't like a ten-year-old girl serving him like this, and he told her that she didn't need to take such good care of her. Every time at this time, the little girl would stare at him with red eyes.
Staring at Tang Sufan made his scalp numb...
In this way, Tang Sufan lived the life of a young master that he had dreamed of in his previous life.
Her hair was combed by the little girl. She did not wear the common turban in the Tang Dynasty, but put on the crown that Tang Sufan imitated from the fairy tale drama. Her long hair was flowing.
Just like that, Yushu Linfeng walked out of the room with confused eyes.
When the embroiderer who was washing vegetables saw Tang Sufan coming out, she quickly freed her hands and rushed over to ask.
"Sir, what do you want to eat? Can I cook it for you?"
At home, only Uncle Wen calls him Master Tang Sufan.
After all, to others, Tang Sufan is their current master.
Tang Sufan stretched lazily towards the high-hanging sun and replied: "No, Xiu Niang, I'll do it later. I can't eat it now~"
Later, Tang Sufan asked again: "By the way, have you eaten?"
The embroiderer smiled kindly and said: "Sir, you haven't gotten up yet, and we... haven't eaten either~"
After all, according to the rules, the servants are not allowed to eat before the master has risen.
Tang Sufan frowned: "Xiu Niang, don't worry about me when I'm not up from now on. You must eat when you get up. What's more, Ying'er is growing up, so she must not fail to keep up with nutrition..."
"But Master, the rules..."
Tang Sufan waved his hand directly and interrupted: "Xiu Niang, don't be unruly. Since you have entered this house, you are considered my family, so follow my rules..."
The embroiderer's eyes were slightly red, and she felt that her mother and son had accumulated so much great virtue in their previous lives that they could meet such a master who was like a living Buddha in this life...
The embroiderer said a little choked: "I...I know, sir..."
Tang Sufan habitually touched Tao Ying'er's little head and asked affectionately: "What does Ying'er want to eat? Let your mother cook it for us..."
Over the past few days, Tao Ying'er has gradually relaxed her temper, but she still leaned out from behind Tang Sufan, a little hesitant, fearing that her mother would scold her for not being polite.
But after taking a look at Tang Sufan's gentle eyes, he still said softly: "Then... let's just have soup cakes..."
For their former group of refugee slaves, a meal of soup cakes was already considered a great delicacy...
Tang Sufan's voice was gentle and he said teasingly: "There are so many delicious things at home, so you only eat soup cakes?"
"Sir, that's enough soup cake..."
Tang Sufan turned around and said: "Haha, okay, Xiu Niang, make some soup cakes that Ying'er likes, add mutton to the soup cakes, use some vegetable leaves for me, and fry some vegetarian fried cakes like I did that day. After all, I just woke up and couldn’t eat..."
The embroiderer quickly wiped her reddish eyes and responded quickly: "Okay, okay, sir, I'll do it right now!"
Then the embroiderer turned around and went to work, for fear that she would be slow.
In this life, I have never heard of servants eating meat and their families becoming vegetarians, but it actually happened to them...
"Girl, help me get a bowl of water~"
"Okay, sir."
Afterwards, the little girl also went to bring Tang Sufan water.
Tang Sufan staggered to a chair in the yard and sat down, basking in the sun.
The bright sunlight fell through the bare branches of the locust tree in the yard, making him feel a little dazed.
He has gradually become accustomed to this kind of days of judging time by the sun...
However, that feeling of youthfulness that feels like a lifetime ago still fills my heart when I wake up every day.
It seems as if the busy traffic in the city is only separated from my own space by an unbreakable mirror...
Sometimes in this Tang Dynasty, I feel that living like this every day is a bit blurry...
But he also doesn’t want to be assimilated by the current world day by day, wiping out the last meaning of his existence...
Many people really want to forget the past, but now, Tang Sufan's past has become the most precious memory that they want to go back to.
Thought, consciousness, time......
Constantly intertwined, constantly in a trance, in these ordinary days, there is another feeling slowly appearing...
Maybe it will become clearer...
At this time, Zhang Wen walked in from the outside with crooked steps. He smiled happily, saw Tang Sufan, and said with a smile: "Master, are you just getting up?"
For the embroiderer Tao Ying'er, the tavern slaves and the workers recruited in the current workshop, Tang Sufan is the master who must not be offended.
But in Zhang Wen's eyes, Tang Sufan was not only the former young master of the family, but also the only half-junior in his life...
Tang Sufan came back from his trance and said, "Yes, Uncle Wen. How is the workshop?"
"Don't worry, young master. Everything in the workshop is going according to your instructions. I will keep an eye on it personally."
At this time, Tang Sufan suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he suddenly thought of something from Uncle Wen's words, and asked: "By the way, Uncle Wen, when did these titles of Master and Madam come about?"
The "Brief History of the Tang Dynasty" in his mind seems to have occasionally mentioned that the honorific title of the Tang Dynasty is not generally "lang" or "langjun" for men, but is not generally the title of "lady" for women?
Other detailed titles were not mentioned in "A Brief History of the Tang Dynasty", and he didn't even know about it before...
Now that he had nothing to do, Tang Sufan suddenly remembered when his mother-in-law Ying'er was called a young master and Zhang Wen was called a young master.
Zhang Wen thought for a while, and then answered seriously: "Why would the young master ask this... Doesn't this seem to be a saying from ancient times?"
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since ancient times?"
As someone who is accustomed to watching costume dramas in modern times, he had indeed thought that the title of master, master, master and wife existed from ancient times.
