"Mom, don't worry." Chang'an nodded sensibly: "I won't let others bully me."
Xu Wanning patted Chang An's thin shoulder: "Mom, I want to tell you that studying is not the first priority in life. For me, the most important thing is that you grow up safely, happily, and healthily."
"As for yourself, I hope you can understand that studying is not just for the imperial examination. Some people study because there is a house of gold and beauty in the book, and some people study because they want to experience a different life."
"Everyone has to take a different path in his life and experience a different life. In this life, we don't have many places to go and we don't see many scenery, so we have to study. Read thousands of books, Travel thousands of miles to broaden your horizons, enrich your thoughts, and temper your will. After you see the rivers and mountains and see all the aspects of life, you will find yourself. Tell yourself, although my life is not perfect, I am unique!"
Chang'an seemed to understand, but he tried very hard to write down every word his mother said: "Mom, I will keep it in my heart."
Keep it in your mind first, and as you grow older, you will understand the meaning of every word my mother said.
Hongmei brought a bowl of bird's nest over. Xu Wanning put down her book and ate slowly, but her thoughts were not on eating.
"Miss, are you still worried about the young master going to the academy?"
Xu Wanning nodded: "Mom is right, Cui Yunfeng will always be a disaster until he dies!"
Forty-four sticks, I'm afraid Cui Yunfeng can't be beaten to death.
Good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years!
"Then why don't you go tell Mr. Wang and ask him to beat the person to death?" Qing Xing said bluntly.
Xu Wanning shook her head, this was not a good idea: "The government is not as good as family punishment. You can take as many punishments as you want, as you wish. But the government can't do it. These forty-four punishments can only be less, not more." If Duo was beaten with a stick, Cui Yunfeng recorded it, and reported it to the emperor, Mr. Wang's official career would be over."
He couldn't be beaten to death, and he even harmed Mr. Wang.
"Then let Mr. Wang hit him harder. I heard that there is a saying in the government about beating people." Qing Xing added: "Each stick is stronger, just beat the person to death."
The law is not child's play.
Zhang Hedihui ordered those who slandered Pei Heng to be slapped with forty-four blows. They did not intend to kill people. They only formed a deterrent force to make people be cautious in their words and deeds under extreme fear and stop talking nonsense. language.
And if the person who slandered Pei Heng was beaten to death, it would also be a harm to Pei Heng.
Xu Wanning didn't want to implicate Mr. Wang, let alone Pei Heng.
"Behind Cui Yunfeng is the Duke of Wei, with forty-four boards. It stands to reason that an adult man cannot be killed. If the Duke of Wei becomes suspicious and invites someone to do an autopsy, and if anything is found to be wrong, Mr. Wang will be held responsible."
There is a difference between a stick wounding the skin and an organ wounding.
"Then what should we do?" Qingxing was worried: "Miss, my wife told you not to go out, will you really never leave the house in the future?"
Does that mean we have to wait until Cui Yunfeng dies before the young lady’s confinement can be lifted?
"The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. He has been beaten so many times that he may have to lie in bed for a long time. I am in the house and will avoid him for a while." Xu Wanning finished the rest of the bowl. The taste of the bird's nest was special. Good, sweet and slippery.
Xu Wanning thought of Pei Heng for some reason.
Before she sent him to Peng Fu, he asked Peng Fu to study with her for several days.
Later, the fish he cooked was 99% similar in appearance and taste to the fish she cooked. She tried both red plums and green apricots, and she could tell them apart at first, but later she couldn't tell them apart anymore. One way was done by her, which one was done by Peng Fu.
"Pei Heng's side should have passed."
Hongmei nodded: "Probably. The young lady taught Peng Fu to cook it herself. At first, Qingxing and I could still taste the difference, but later, we couldn't tell the difference anymore. Mr. Pei has not eaten a few meals made by the young lady. The dishes should be even more indistinguishable.”
Xu Wanning stood up: "Since we can't go out, let's go see how the wine is going."
On the day of the White Dew, Lihua House is about to open, and it can’t be done without wine.
She brewed a batch of Lihua Zui according to what Jiang Xu said. The wine should be released now. She happened to keep dozens of pots of Lihua Zui brewed by Jiang Xu to try out the taste.
The other side.
Fubai worked hard and set off from Kyoto at noon, went to Yancheng, bought ten fish, and rushed back to Kyoto working overtime.
When we arrived at the Dudu's Mansion, it was just in the evening, so we didn't have to miss dinner.
"Quick, quick, quick." Fubai poured the fish out, and at a glance, it was already half dead.
"Don't want it if you're dead."
The Governor's mouth was very tricky. Whether it was a dead fish or whether it had been dead for a long time or just died would be known when he ate it. Fubai threw the dead fish out, and the other five were still alive and kicking.
"Help the second young master, are two of them enough?" Peng Fu stood aside holding a kitchen knife.
"Enough." The governor can only eat two meals.
Peng Fu reached into the pond, caught a big and lively fish, and smashed it to the ground. The fish was still twisting and squirming.
Fresh enough.
Fubai went to report to Pei Heng.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the yard, he saw Pei Heng coming out with a serious look on his face.
"The Governor..."
Fusong said at the side: "The Governor is going out to do some business."
"Then will the governor come back for dinner tonight? The fish has been bought."
Pei Heng walked in a hurry: "I'm going out for a few days, and I'll eat the fish when I get back."
Fu Bai immediately sent the person to the gate and watched Pei Heng's horse disappear into the dark night.
"If the governor doesn't eat it, then it will be easier for me." Fubai beamed with joy.
A trip to Yancheng won't hurt you.
However, the smile did not last long, as he remembered the words of the fish seller in Yancheng.
This fish won't survive long if the water is changed.
How many days will the governor be away?
Will the fish survive until he comes back?
Fu Bai spread his arms and ran to the kitchen.
You need to keep a few more to avoid too many deaths and not enough food!
Fubai ran all the way to the kitchen door and saw Peng Fu holding a basin and about to leave the well.
"How many fish did you kill?" Fubai asked him.
Peng Fu replied: "Two."
Fubai looked at the three remaining fish in the pool...
How many days can three fish last?
If they all die by then, will he have to go to Yancheng again to buy fish?
Fubai wants to cry but has no tears.
My butt was broken into four pieces.
"Second Master Fu, what's wrong with you?" Peng Fu was a little surprised when he saw Fu Bai howling at the three fishes. What was he feeling sad about?
Are you crying for a few fish?
Fubai wiped his tears: "It's okay, you can go cook. I want to see how delicious the fish in Yancheng is."
He had to take good care of the remaining three fish.
Wait for the governor to come back.
Peng Fu curled his lips. I don't think there is any difference.
Two quarters of an hour later, Fu Bai sat at the table with two portions of fish on his face.
Just like lunch, a fish head stewed with tofu and a pickled fish fillet.
Fubai tasted it carefully and it tasted particularly good.
But it’s no different from what you eat for lunch!
"It obviously tastes the same as the fish at noon!" Fubai said.
Peng Fu also said: "I have been eating fish for decades in Yancheng. After I came to Kyoto, I didn't notice any difference after eating it."
"Then there is a ghost. Why does the master say it tastes wrong?" Fu Bai muttered.
Peng Fu seemed to have thought of something.
He stood aside quietly, practicing the motto that the young lady told him: talk less, don't say anything, and if necessary, it's okay to be mute!
