The next day, Chenchu.
Even though the sky was gloomy and misty, and the wind in the melting snow was as sharp as a knife, all the men, women, and children in Gucheng who could come came to see each other off.
The crowd filled the 200-foot street extending inward from the south gate of Gucheng, leaving only a gap for horse-drawn carriages in the middle.
This has nothing to do with whether they are close enough to the old storyteller on weekdays. After all, such a big figure suddenly appeared in this small Tucheng, and everyone has spoken to him before, and they feel honored out of thin air.
Judging from the character of Gucheng people, even if they don't actually get any glory or benefits, they still want to join in the excitement.
Not to mention, the names of the newborn babies in every household in Gucheng in the past five years were almost all chosen with the help of the former head of Jiantian Pavilion and the former Taifu. He also showed the crypts of the deceased elderly people in the family. Feng shui position.
How many people in this world can ask the former head of the Great Zhou Xuanmen to help them do these things?
I'm afraid that even the rich people in Jiangnan who eat ginseng, abalone and silk silk can't do it.
Therefore, "the baby will be successful", "the family will be prosperous", "because the entire Gucheng has been favored by such an expert, it must be a blessed place and will surely prosper and not fall"...
The local people in Gucheng thought this way and talked to each other, and they all felt happy and full of hope in their hearts.
Completely forgetting that yesterday's pockets were empty, most people didn't get a single copper coin. The day before yesterday, there was no caravan entering the city, and there was no caravan the day before yesterday.
At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps running along the side road, and soon, a figure came out from the corner.
But it wasn't the boss. If the boss had come, the rumble of horse hooves and the creaking and shaking of the carriage frame would have arrived first.
The three children of Lao Zheng's family arrived. When they ran closer, they saw clearly that they all had something in their hands.
But, it's obviously not luggage.
It seems that he will not follow.
I don't know whether it was because the boss didn't invite me, or because the three kids were thinking about it on their own, but they felt that they couldn't climb up to such a high platform, so they didn't dare to follow.
If you don't want to go, then don't go. At least there is a wisp of incense friendship in the Dazhou Temple high up in Chang'an City. Their family has forged a bond. The boss has treated the three of them like his own elders over the years.
If these children know something, they will have to visit Chang'an every two years to continue their friendship. There is no need to worry about the long and difficult journey, just make time and travel with a caravan passing through Chang'an.
"Fish porridge, are you here to deliver it to the boss?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I even brought a gift."
"It's just water and wine that my father saved in the past. Mr. Shu has taken care of us for more than three years. This little thing can't be considered a gift."
"What kind of gift did Dragonfly give me? What kind of treasure needs to be packed in this clean little cloth bag."
"Haha, I won't tell you."
"Where's Yun Niang? Yun Niang, what are you bringing?"
"Do you care?!"
Zheng Yunniang said something to a group of mothers-in-law and aunts on the roadside, who all choked back.
It's not that she is a bad person, but in the early years, as a girl who lost her mother at a young age, Yun Niang followed her father and treated herself as half an adult, so she was bullied a lot by these women.
Living in a place like Gucheng, if there is not a woman in the family who can fight and quarrel, he will suffer in many things.
Life is already very difficult, but once you suffer too much, it becomes difficult to survive.
So she started practicing, and when she was eleven or twelve years old, she dared to quarrel with the fat old lady on the street with her arms akimbo, and gradually became one of the bravest and least messed with women in the entire Gucheng.
This habit has been developed. On weekdays, Yu Zhi and Dragonfly are often spoken to in a fierce manner. They are really like elder sisters and mothers.
I remember one time a few years ago, Dragonfly lost an argument with her, and she cried aggrievedly and said: Zheng Yunniang, you are such a fierce person, and you know how to curse, are you not afraid that everyone will say bad things about you behind your back? I'm also going to say bad things about you.
Yun Niang said calmly at that time: What's the point of saying bad things about me behind my back? I want them to dare not do it in person.
Worshiping the young fish porridge is broken.
Today, what Yun Niang wants to give to the storyteller is a pair of warm boots filled with wool inserted with needle and thread. The boots were not originally made for the old man, but because of the sudden incident yesterday, there was no time to prepare other things, so they were simply changed overnight and brought as a farewell gift.
If those women were to inquire about this thing and discuss it, they might come up with some disgusting words.
Just because Yun Niang is nineteen years old and not yet married, they have already gossiped a lot behind their backs.
"Da da da."
"Quack, quack, quack, quack..."
The sound of horse hooves and the sound of carriages came one after another.
The procession turned to the street. Chu Shiyan lifted the curtain of the car and leaned out. He greeted everyone who was seeing them off and said briefly that he had been taken care of over the years.
When everyone saw the thick brocade surround and hanging decorations on the cart, the gorgeous blankets in the cart, and the copper charcoal stove with four animal heads, they all gained great insights and started talking.
The team of carriages and horses stopped at the gate of the city. The old storyteller climbed on the carriage frame and turned around. He smiled and waved, calling Ye Yuzhou and the other two people over.
He could already tell that Ye Yuzhou decided not to go, so he didn't ask again.
Ye Yuzhou first carried the wine jar into the car, leaned over and pushed it under the seat, leaning against it, and joked:
"It's the jar of tiger bone wine that my father saved for more than ten years that you haven't succeeded in begging for a year. I was a little reluctant to part with it at first, but now I have to take it out in order to flatter the boss."
As he spoke, he saw the pot of old willow placed on the other side.
I couldn't help but stare, trying to get some clues.
"You know it's a good thing, right? Hahaha, it's a pity. Once my mother tree is gone, your tree won't be able to grow." The old storyteller smiled proudly and whispered: "That's what happened to the tree in the Imperial Palace of Zhou Dynasty back then. Damn it. Damn it, how dare you drive me away!"
"..." Is that so? Ye Yuzhou suddenly felt distressed.
Li Yingyue climbed directly into the car and climbed to the copper charcoal stove to warm herself up. She placed the small bag on the seat covered with gorgeous blankets.
She grabbed a handful of the blanket. It was so thick and warm.
"If Dragonfly likes it, take it home and use it as a mattress or quilt. Anyway, I have a charcoal stove here."
"No, if you use this thing, you have to become very delicate, right? You can't live in Gucheng like that. If you use it as a quilt, I'm afraid that I won't be able to get out of bed every day and will be scolded by Yun Niang to death."
Li Yingyue waved her hand and refused, then pointed to the small cloth bag and said: "Half and half of the agreed upon price, you won't miss one. Then, I took an extra one from my share and put it in and gave it to the storyteller. Lord."
"...dragonflies know how to give gifts." The old storyteller smiled bitterly, "Then thank you dragonfly!"
"You don't need to be so polite, Mr. Shu. Dragonfly will remember how good you have been to me over the years and will never forget it." Li Yingyue said half-jokingly, half-seriously.
Ever since Ye Yuzhou said yesterday that she was forgetful, Li Yingyue had carefully sorted out the people and things she wanted to remember, compiled them into the tune of a small drum poem, chanted them, and kept them in her heart.
Zheng Yunniang silently put the warm boots wrapped in cloth into the carriage without saying a word.
The old storyteller opened it and looked at it and found that it was a pair of boots.
"It fits." Zheng Yunniang said.
She had made shoes for the storyteller in the past, probably one or two pairs every year, but she had to pay for them, at least for the materials.
"Then thank you, Mother Yun."
While Chu Shiyan was talking, he also took out four things from the side and spread them on the floor of the carriage.
It seemed that I had known that they might not go together, so when I was packing things at home last night, I had prepared them in advance.
