At Youshi, as the sky got slightly darker, Chu Qinghe, who had already vomited back all the money he lost last night, decisively stopped the afternoon's card game and planned to burn incense, bathe and change clothes before playing again in the evening.
The three women who successfully won back the money they lost last night were still satisfied, although they were still satisfied.
Looking at the quiet and well-behaved Xiao Zhao beside them, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue generously took a ten tael of silver and wrapped it in red cloth and handed it to Xiao Zhao.
Seeing the two women holding the red envelopes from their wallets, Chu Qinghe also curled his lips.
While letting Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue light the lanterns, Chu Qinghe led the two girls towards the kitchen.
Perhaps because of those intimate actions in the afternoon, when Xiao Zhao faced Chu Qinghe, he was a little less cautious at the beginning.
A quarter of an hour later, looking at the mandarin duck pot that was still divided into two sides on the stove, and looking at the piles of fresh ingredients placed around it, Dongfang Bubai looked suspicious.
"What kind of dish is this?"
Chu Qinghe said: "Hot pot."
While talking, Chu Qinghe handed the prepared dipping saucer to the girls.
After teaching the girls how to eat these ingredients and how long it took to boil them in the pot, Chu Qinghe picked up a piece of tripe and put it into the pot.
And just after they were ironed, the two bowls were lifted into the air.
Seeing both Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue holding out their bowls, Chu Qinghe grinned.
After pondering for a few breaths, with the burst of internal power, the sword-shaped internal power actually cut the piece of hairy belly into two pieces, and then Chu Qinghe put them into the two women's bowls respectively.
At this point, the two women who were fed by Chu Qinghe at the same time took back their hands one after another.
"Fortunately, there are only two of us, so we can still bear it."
After successfully solving the current feeding problem, Chu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Women, sometimes having too many of them is not a good thing.
Here, when you put the tripe in the bowl into your mouth, you can feel the crisp texture and the complex taste of the bottom of the pot and the dipping saucer. Both Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue's eyes lit up.
Then they all picked up their chopsticks and started ironing them themselves.
This is true for Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue, not to mention Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao.
When they took the first bite, the two women basically fell into a state of silence and just eating.
Seeing the two women taking action on their own, Chu Qinghe felt relieved.
With the entrance of Maodu, Chu Qinghe also let out a "huh" in his heart when he felt the familiar texture and taste.
Inexplicably, I felt that the time spent on tossing with ingredients and researching seasonings during this period was not in vain.
Just like this, in this snowy time, five people gathered around the stone table, their chopsticks constantly moving back and forth between their bowls and pots.
However, in less than half an hour, all the ingredients placed around him had been wiped out.
Even Chu Qinghe, who had eaten the least, felt extremely at ease with his slightly bloated stomach.
"Sure enough, in winter, there is nothing more comfortable than eating hot pot."
Later, Chu Qinghe decided to have another meal tomorrow.
After a few people took a short rest, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao packed up their things. At Chu Qinghe's signal, they also walked outside together.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, but in this Yushui City, it was no longer the dark lights at night. Instead, it was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and pedestrians came and went in an endless stream.
Every street in the city also had the sound of firecrackers echoing with the laughter of children, which was really lively.
Walking on the street, Qu Feiyan seemed to have just been released from prison, dragging Xiao Zhao around to have fun.
Look here, buy there.
They had just finished eating, but after the two women wandered around for a few times, their hands were full of candied haws and other food.
Chu Qinghe, Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai also had a few more strings of food in their hands.
Although the annual Lantern Festival in Yushui City is a festival, it is often also one of the ways for some men and women in the city to bond.
Every year, many couples who get married in the city met during this festival.
People like Chu Qinghe, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue were walking on the street. Under the light, the five people were like the most beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of people along the way. .
The eyes of the women on the street were all focused on Chu Qinghe, who was extremely handsome and had a gentle temperament.
As for those men, they were naturally staring eagerly at Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue, who both had outstanding temperaments and faces.
If they met alone, whether it was Chu Qinghe or Yao Yue and others, they would inevitably be talked to by a bunch of people.
But it happened that Chu Qinghe and others were traveling together.
The man stepped forward willingly, but looking at Chu Qinghe beside Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai, he felt ashamed.
The woman wanted to seduce Chu Qinghe, but looking at Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai's beauty, she was deterred.
All the way down, no one disturbed me.
As a lantern festival, guessing lantern riddles and exchanging poems for lanterns are also eternal themes.
Just like now, when a few people are walking around, there are flower stall owners and shopkeepers constantly shouting hello next to them.
Qu Feiyan, who was attracted, turned his head and looked at Chu Qinghe and said, "Sir, do you know poetry?"
Facing Qu Feiyan's question, Chu Qinghe thought for a while and then said to the point: "I know how to memorize it."
However, Qu Feiyan apparently didn't realize that being able to recite poetry and being able to compose poetry were completely different things.
When he heard the word "hui", he pulled Chu Qinghe to a lantern shop where poems were exchanged for lanterns.
At the same time, he said to Chu Qinghe: "Sir, I just saw that in other shops, you can only exchange one poem for two or three lanterns. In this shop, you can exchange one poem for five, which happens to be one for each of us."
The shopkeeper next to him smiled when he heard this and added: "If the poem is good, but it can be replaced with five lanterns, sir, would you like to try it? It only costs ten cents."
As he said that, Qu Feiyan stared at Chu Qinghe eagerly.
Not to mention Qu Feiyan, even Dongfang Bubai and the other girls were all focusing on Chu Qinghe at this time.
Seeing this, Chu Qinghe also sighed, then looked at the store and said, "What is the purpose of this poem?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Dongfang Bubai and the other girls and responded with a smile: "Love".
"Love?"
Chu Qinghe touched his chin, and the inventories in his mind surged out one after another.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan: "Give me money."
Hearing this, Qu Feiyan quickly counted out ten coins from his purse and gave it to the shopkeeper.
After collecting the money, the shopkeeper gestured to Chu Qinghe: "Master, please."
After saying that, the shopkeeper took the initiative to go to the specially reserved table aside, lay out the paper, and grind ink for Chu Qinghe.
Pick up the brush next to you, dip it lightly in ink, and then place the tip of the brush on the paper.
As the ink passed and left traces, the words "Sapphire Case" appeared on the white paper.
The handwriting of several characters is thin and strong, and it is thin without losing its flesh. The large characters are particularly graceful and graceful.
Just looking at these words at this time, Yao Yue couldn't help but nodded and commented: "Good words."
Listening to Yao Yue's words beside him, Chu Qinghe also had a slight smile on his lips.
In his last life, in order to cater to his customers, Chu Qinghe spent a lot of time practicing this thin golden body.
Coupled with the memory of this life, this thin golden body alone is already a master.
After admiring the word Chu Qinghe, Yao Yue's eyes also fell on the ink of Chu Qinghe.
The shopkeeper on the side even muttered something after Chu Qinghe finished writing a sentence.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willow. His laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
When the shopkeeper was talking about it, he didn't pay much attention at first, but later, when the shopkeeper's eyes fell on the paper, he couldn't move away.
Especially when he recited the last sentence, "Looking back suddenly, that person is there, in the dimly lit place", his face showed even more surprise.
Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai, who were beside Chu Qinghe, couldn't help but say this sentence at this time, with brilliant eyes.
You know, people will always have some sense of substitution unconsciously sometimes.
Just like Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue at this moment, looking at the poem that Chu Qinghe had learned at this time, both women couldn't help but have a feeling in their minds.
"This word is imitated by me."
With this thought, the two women's eyes moved slightly, and when they looked at Chu Qinghe, their eyes softened unconsciously.
Although Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao on the side did not understand poetry, they could feel the beauty in the words just by listening to what the shopkeeper read.
And it is inexplicably in contrast to tonight’s lantern festival.
Therefore, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao didn't realize how powerful Chu Qinghe was at this time.
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but said: "Young Master is so awesome."
Listening to Xiao Zhao's voice, Chu Qinghe smiled softly.
In my heart, I am grateful for the nine years of compulsory education in my previous life, and also grateful that those poems in this world do not exist.
After putting down the pen, Chu Qinghe asked: "Can I exchange for five?"
The shopkeeper, who was still silent in the poem, came back to his senses and said quickly: "Yes, yes, you can choose these lanterns as much as you like, sir."
After nodding lightly, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao: "Go and pick!"
After hearing this, Qu Feiyan cheered and pulled Xiao Zhao to pick.
Sometimes I ask Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue for their opinions.
While responding to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, Yaoyue and Dongfang Bubai focused their attention on the shopkeeper.
Seeing the shopkeeper putting away the poem as if he had found a treasure, both women frowned.
Obviously, in the hearts of the two women, this thing should not belong to the shopkeeper, but should belong to them.
As if he guessed what the two women were thinking, Chu Qinghe said: "It's just a poem. If you want it, I will write it again. Isn't it what I got today by exchanging poems for lanterns?"
After hearing this, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue withdrew their gaze and turned to choose their favorite lanterns.
However, during this selection period, Yaoyue's lips moved slightly.
At the same time, the fluctuations of zhenqi in Ziyingyue's body suddenly appeared and disappeared. Dongfang Bubai, who was looking back and forth at the lantern at this moment, was not aware of these subtle fluctuations.
After a while, with a beautiful lantern in the hands of the women and Chu Qinghe, they left with the shopkeeper's thanks.
Just when the shopkeeper returned to the shop to admire the calligraphy treasures left by Chu Qinghe, several Yihua Palace disciples wearing snow-white long skirts suddenly rushed into the shop.
After a while, as the Yihua Palace disciples left, the shopkeeper of the lantern shop stuffed the gold he had just obtained into his sleeves.
Feeling the heavy sleeves, the shopkeeper of the lantern shop walked with a light step.
While walking, Yao Yue glanced at the distance.
After a few breaths, as time went back, the corners of Yaoyue's mouth quietly curved.
Whether you listen or not is one thing, but how you obey is another thing entirely.
Just like at this time, Chu Qinghe said that it would not be embarrassing for the shopkeeper, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to ask Yue to spend money?
Thinking of the beautiful lyrics just now, Yao Yue felt inexplicably good.
And when she looked at Dongfang Bubai, Yao Yue still had a sense of intellectual superiority in her heart.
After walking around half of the city, Chu Qinghe said, "Let's go! Go for a walk outside the city."
After hearing what Chu Qinghe said, Qu Feiyan asked curiously: "Outside the city? This lantern festival is in the city, why should it go outside the city?"
Chu Qinghe explained: "Inside the city is the Lantern Festival, and outside the north city is the New Year Festival."
After all, business here in Yushui City is still prosperous, and there are many businessmen traveling from all over the country.
Even from the Tang and Song Dynasties, there were convoys of merchants passing by.
And in the middle of the year, there is a lot of people, which is naturally a good time to do business.
However, the space in this city is limited, so every year, the open space outside the North City is where business and various performances gather.
After Chu Qinghe explained these things, the women understood the situation.
And Qu Feiyan's interest was obviously successfully aroused.
Not long after, under the guidance of Chu Qinghe, several people also walked outside the north city.
As Chu Qinghe said before, compared to the bustle in the city, the outside of the North City was also bustling at this time.
Vendors setting up street stalls can be seen everywhere, as well as some people performing performances.
In the midst of intense interest, Qu Feiyan pulled Xiao Zhao east and west again.
The novelty and smile on his face almost never stopped, as if there was inexhaustible energy in his body.
Chu Qinghe occasionally looked at the movements of the two little girls, and then took the two girls to look at the items sold by the surrounding vendors to see if there was anything they liked.
A moment later, Qu Feiyan, who had run away before, took Xiao Zhao back to Chu Qinghe and said excitedly: "Sir, there are people over there who are forging iron flowers, it's nice to see."
While talking, Qu Feiyan raised his hand and took Chu Qinghe and trotted away into the distance.
Chu Qinghe also allowed Qu Feiyan to pull him like this.
Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue, on the other hand, followed behind in a hurry.
After a while, as Chu Qinghe and the others moved forward dozens of meters, they suddenly saw an open space.
In the open space, more than a dozen blacksmiths stood in the center. Next to one blacksmith, there were eight simple stoves, with the fire burning brightly.
As these eight blacksmiths threw the newly heated iron juice, the other eight blacksmiths also used an iron rod to hit the iron juice into the air.
In an instant, the iron juice was flying, blooming instantly in eight directions in the air like fireworks, implying that the eight dragons were on the same track.
The red dots of fire combined with the fireworks bursting out in the sky at this time, actually echoed each other to create a beautiful scenery.
At first glance, it actually feels like a dark night with trees and silver flowers blooming in the sky.
With such a beautiful scene in their eyes, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao couldn't help but say "Wow". Their voices were mixed with the shouts of other spectators around them, making the night sky noisy.
Even Yaoyue and Dongfang Bubai were attracted by this beautiful scenery when they were facing the sky.
Therefore, no matter what time, the atmosphere of life in small places is stronger.
If we had moved to the Imperial City and those larger towns, I am afraid it would be difficult to see the programs and beautiful scenery like now.
After a few breaths, Chu Qinghe turned his head slightly and glanced at the two women beside him.
With the firelight that suddenly lit up in the sky, Chu Qinghe's eyes flickered as he looked at the two women with beautiful faces.
After a while, as his eyes returned to the night sky, the smile on Chu Qinghe's face became stronger.
Until a quarter of an hour later, as the iron liquid in the furnace was exhausted and the new iron liquid had not yet melted, the blacksmiths who had been making iron were slowly walking around with a copper plate each.
But he wants money as a reward.
And when a person walked by the Chu Qing River, Chu Qing River also threw a piece of broken silver into his copper plate.
This caused the blacksmith to thank him profusely.
After watching the new round of iron flowers for a while, they finally turned back with satisfaction.
While walking, he turned his head and looked at the iron flowers that were constantly being scattered and flying in the air in the distance. Qu Feiyan asked curiously: "The iron flowers are made from pig iron. After the iron flowers are struck, won't the iron be wasted?"
Hearing Xiao Zhao's inquiry, Chu Qinghe slowly explained: "Those blacksmiths have a kind of magnet that can absorb some tiny iron filings. These blacksmiths will wait until the show is over and use these magnets to re-use the iron filings." It takes a while to take it back and melt it into an iron block, but the loss is almost negligible."
After learning about the method of recycling iron filings from Chu Qinghe, Qu Feiyan said with a sudden look on his face: "So that's it! I just said that the reward just now is probably not enough to buy the pig iron!"
Chu Qinghe smiled and said: "Don't think that others are fools. The pig iron used by the blacksmith needs to be reported to the government every month. If you use it once and forget about it, the government will not give up." .”
Immediately afterwards, after walking around, a few people almost visited the entire northern part of the city.
Seeing that many people outside the city gradually began to go into the city, Chu Qinghe and others also began to turn back.
"Um?"
However, while walking, Chu Qinghe seemed to notice something in the corner of his eyes, and his steps suddenly stopped.
The fifth update of the 5,000-word chapter is already 25,000 words long. There is another chapter to come, which may be delayed. If you can’t wait, you can read it the next day! The hard-working author Jun begs for support for the first order!
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