The mountain road was rugged and Chen Fu's buttocks were sore from the bumps. His old injuries had not yet healed and he had new injuries. He was in a manic state.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"It's so annoying! There's nothing in Jing County!"
"You left me so far away all by yourself! You are so cruel!"
"But the pork elbows at Tianxianglou in Langqiao Town are the best."
“The dried qin fish is soft, sweet, delicious and chewy; Maolin’s twelve bowls of hot and cold meat and vegetables, soup noodles and rice dumplings; Yunling’s rice crust is salty, fragrant and crispy, and it’s crunchy in one bite…”
"Hey! When I get better, I'll go eat at every store!"
As they were talking, the building completely tilted, and Chen Fu's face was filled with joy and excitement.
He Xianjin: …
The love brain is the type that has a very strong self-repair ability. While complaining manically, it heals itself at the same time. Its vitality and stress resistance are comparable to that of a paramecium.
He Xianjin silently turned his head away and curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
It's easy to get along with such people - as long as you are not his mother.
The carriage clanged along the upper reaches of Wuxi River towards Jingxian County. As it got darker, the road conditions became better.
The difference between going from a rough national road to a highway.
Gradually, the lights came on. Passing by the gate of Jing County, four huge oil lamps swayed with the frost and snow. The dim light was reflected on the ancient and old brick walls. The words "Youzhou" were hung high on the city wall.
Jing County was called "Youzhou" in ancient times.
He Xianjin is not good at calligraphy, but one can see that the calligraphy is good, vigorous, elegant and full of style.
Chen Fu leaned over and saw He Xianjin looking intently at the gate plaque. He curled his lips and said, "This is the inscription written by the chief of Qingcheng Mountain. The third place in the imperial examination in the first year of Zhaode was appointed as the right counselor of the Ministry of Public Administration. Unfortunately, he was in poor health and resigned three times to return to Jing County to open an academy. He is the most powerful person in Jing County in the past few decades."
Chen Fu seemed to remember something and suddenly smiled with gloating, "My elder brother studied hard all his life and spent his whole life trying to catch up with him, but he failed halfway through."
I don't know what hatred or grudge these two brothers have...
He Xianjin was silent for a moment, then said with some disapproval, "When a person dies, the light goes out, and the grudges go away like clouds."
Chen Fu drooped his eyes and said nothing. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "Okay. Your mother also said this."
He Xianjin: …
Love brain is well-deserved.
After passing through the city gate, the gatekeeper stopped the carriage arrogantly.
He Xianjin lifted the door curtain and looked outside.
Manager Dong from the second carriage hurriedly got off and respectfully presented their business cards and travel passes to everyone, taking along three small purses.
After the clerk saw the name card clearly, he immediately smiled sincerely, "Young Master Chen is back? Have you had dinner? If not, I will treat you to a drink later when I get off work."
"No, no!" Manager Dong nodded and bowed. "Young Master broke his leg a few days ago and came back to recuperate. When you are well again, our Chen family will treat you to a pork elbow at Tianxianglou."
The clerk happily let him go.
Chen Fuyu raised his eyebrows proudly, "Studying is one way, doing business is another way. Our family and the head of Qingcheng Mountain are known as the twin beauties of Jing County."
It's fine if you are willing to be a Shu, but the head of Qingcheng Mountain may not agree.
The scene after entering the city somewhat subverted He Xianjin's imagination.
Oil-paper lanterns are hung high on Sifang Street, and the tea stalls are filled with people. There are flower and tea vendors, traveling doctors, and divine teachings on the street... It is like a vivid scroll of Along the River During the Qingming Festival, with the sky as the color and the ground as the silk, slowly unfolding.
He Xianjin always thought that the ancients worked from sunrise to sunset and rested from sunset to sunrise. After dark, they would stay at home and focus on making people. Before, she had no chance to go out at night or even during the day at the Chen family. As a result, her understanding of this era was only the dry sky in the backyard of the Chen family and all kinds of family members with ulterior motives.
He Xianjinba was standing at the window, looking out eagerly.
At this moment, she felt a freedom she had never felt before.
The voices gradually faded away, and the carriage turned into a secluded courtyard with a plaque hanging on it that read "Chen's House". There were two horse-drawn carriages and a donkey cart, carrying a total of five people, Chen Fu, He Xianjin, Zhang Pozi, Manager Dong, and Chen Fu's long-time attendant Bai Le. There were twelve boxes and cages, nine of which belonged to Chen Fu, and two and a half boxes and cages for the other four people, and the remaining half was filled with a few jars of water and soil from Xuanzhou.
The ancients stayed at home more often, and going out dozens of kilometers was considered a long journey, for fear of not being able to adapt to the local climate and water. They would drink a lot of water in the first few days.
If necessary, you can add some soil to the water and drink it together.
She didn't know what the scientific reason was, but Xianjin decided to follow the crowd and drink this "granule" just like others did.
We must follow various rules, follow various forms, and rely on various principles to protect our lives in all aspects.
It was already late when he arrived. The Chen family's old house had already been tidied up after receiving the letter. With the dim light, Xian Jin saw a hunchbacked old man leading seven or eight attendants of different ages, both men and women, standing at the door to welcome him.
When the hunchbacked old man saw the limping Chen Fu, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Third brother!"
Chen Fu half leaned on Baile, cupped his hands, and said with a pale face, "Sixth Uncle, how are you?"
Xianjin followed behind Chen Fu and raised his eyes slightly.
When He Ainiang's funeral was held, Mrs. Qu asked a man named "Fifth Uncle" to take care of the affairs.
This is "Sixth Uncle".
So it is "Fifth Uncle" who takes care of things in Xuanzhou, and "Sixth Uncle" stays in the old house?
As expected, there is no way to escape the family management model.
Chen Laoliu wiped his eyes and said, "What happened to you? You were fine when I saw you last year. Why is it so difficult to walk now? Are you seriously injured?"
Chen Fu waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, it's broken, it will be fine in a few days." Then he walked towards the inner courtyard first, "It's too late today, and we've been traveling all day, why don't you take a rest first, Uncle Six? We can sit down and talk slowly tomorrow?"
Talk? Talk about what?
Chen Laoliu was stunned, exchanged a look with the manager behind him, understood, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, I'll make arrangements for tomorrow. Let's go to Shuixi Market to eat soup dumplings first, then go to Tianxianglou to order a table of 8 cold dishes and 16 hot dishes, and go to Taohuatan in the afternoon..."
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