Chapter 251 Long time no see
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The winter sun is not very warm.
But as long as there is sunshine, the mood will be better.
Mianmian helps Dad organize books in his study.
Books are important resources. There is a carriage loaded with books all the way to Beijing.
The express delivery industry at that time was not developed enough, otherwise it would be more convenient to arrange express delivery for books.
Because express delivery is not developed and transportation is inconvenient, the books we bring are carefully selected.
Or more often, we remember them in our brains.
Dad's study is quite large.
Probably because Uncle He has seen the Yushi Suite in Jingzhou, and decorated Dad's study with that style, with a wall of bookcases.
Dad just organizes the books on the bookcase.
When it comes to tidying up things, Dad has no talent and is a bit slow.
Because he often takes out a book, flips through it, then sits down and flips through it again.
The progress is greatly reduced.
But flipping through books randomly is also a kind of fun.
Mianmian was called by her father to stay and help with this work.
Although Mianmian doesn't like to memorize books, she can understand them by reading, and she classifies and puts them away for her father one by one.
Modern people have too many channels to acquire knowledge, so they don't like to memorize books. The ancients had very few channels to acquire knowledge, and they wanted to memorize every book.
Mianmian found that there were a lot of books on Yin Yang and Gossip. She didn't expect that her father still believed in this and liked to read this kind of books.
There are also many books on traditional Chinese medicine. There is a book called "Explanation of Herbal Medicine", and the author is signed by Changtian Jushi.
You can tell at a glance that it is her father's pseudonym.
It's quite fun to name yourself Jushi.
Jiang Mianmian wondered if she should write a book.
If the books written at this time are to be published, it seems that there is no need to buy a book number.
The main restrictions are printing and paper.
Jiang Changtian always gets a book that he hasn't read for a long time. Suddenly he flips through it, and he has some memories and some sudden realizations.
He closes the book and looks at the young lady who is busy putting the books away.
"Mianmian, what do you want to do when you get to the capital?"
"Live with your tail between your legs?" Jiang Mianmian tentatively replied.
Jiang Changtian: 6.
There must be something wrong with the education.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that what the young lady said is true.
The fifth-rank Sima, an official who fights against bandits and recruits amnesty, is not just a small ant at the bottom of the capital.
There are various officials of the first, second, third, and fourth ranks above him. There are also various royal relatives and nobles. Their only relative in the capital now is their in-law Lao Meng. The court values
civil officials over military officials , so the in-laws should also be doing average. When he arrived at the Meng family, he found that there was no faction or self-interest at all. This indicated two problems: either the in-laws were too upright, or they were excluded. Jiang Changtian, who always assumed the most malicious things about people, thought it should be the second one. The Meng family was excluded from the power center. But to be an official, to work for the higher-ups, you must collude, form factions, and have a stand. A pure minister, a loyal minister, just because others don't play with you, you have to become the emperor's knife. Being a knife means having no personality. For example, He Yushi, who confiscated the property... was also a big knife. Jiang Changtian thought about it and found that it was not right. The officials he had good relations with in the court were all knives. Two knives. But he still had connections, and San'er finally entered the palace. If he guessed correctly, the eunuch Yan Wenxin, who is now a favorite of the emperor, is San'er. But there has been no correspondence, and Jiang Changtian is not sure. It is better to wait for a chance to meet him. When you first arrive in the capital, you should be cautious. But why does it feel so wrong to hear these words coming from the mouth of the concubine? Jiang Changtian understands Xia Mei's feelings of wanting to beat the child. His hands are also a little itchy. Seeing the smiling face of the concubine, he can't bear to do it again. With Mianmian's help, Jiang Changtian's efficiency in tidying up the study has been greatly improved, and the books have been classified and put away. Mother over there asked someone to call for dinner. Apart from the neighboring courtyard that is connected to the backyard, the small courtyard of his own is actually quite cozy. It is convenient to call for dinner. The lunch was simple. The chef from Jingzhou also came with us. The food had a familiar taste. Noodles. Not many people in Beijing seem to eat noodles. Mianmian now follows her family's taste and also likes noodles. "I feel like the water here is not right. The noodles are not strong and not that delicious." Qin Luoxia complained. "The rich and powerful here will go to Qingquan Mountain outside the city to get water. That water costs money. It is said that many people spend money to buy water. Those nobles think that there are too many people in the city, and the water is turbid and not good to drink, especially for making tea, so they have to use mountain spring water." Jiang Feng said. Although Qin Luoxia has been following her husband and becoming Mrs. Jiang for a long time, she is still very surprised about spending money to buy water. If her family has such a mountain, wouldn't it be like eating from the mountain without running out of money? As long as there is water, there is money, and it can be passed down from generation to generation. "Whose family owns Qingquan Mountain?" Qin Luoxia asked curiously. "Qingquan Mountain belongs to the royal family. The money should have been collected by the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Jiang Quanzhi Changtian answered. Mianmian thought, not surprising, in later generations, ordinary people have to buy water to drink, but this mountain spring water is used to make tea... Inexplicably, I felt that I shot an arrow many years ago, and today, many years later, it hit my head. What a big injustice. "Then let's buy a bucket tomorrow and try it." Qin Luoxia is very adaptable to local customs. If she wants her husband to make tea, she may have to use that water.
Thinking about it this way, the cost of living in the capital is a bit high.
This house has already cost a lot of savings.
The two courtyards next door have not been built yet.
He can't let his elder brother Xi spend money every day, some money should still be given.
My husband should go to the capital to get a new official position. I heard from elder brother Xi that there are benefits for being an official.
The capital is much more corrupt than the countryside.
The family talked and finished lunch.
There was no lunch break.
There was another important thing today.
Go to pay homage to Zi Lu.
Jiang Mianmian actually didn't know what to do.
Because she received a letter from Zi Xiaochong alone, Zi Xiaochong asked her to help take care of the turtle he raised.
Then he looked very sad.
No one else could comfort her in this mood.
Every word seemed pale and powerless.
She didn't even know how to reply.
The weather was fine. There was
an endless stream of people going out for a walk.
At the foot of Yanshan Mountain, there was a green lawn. It was not flat, but a big slope, and you could roll down from the top of the lawn.
There was a river.
It was not frozen even in winter, and the water was flowing, making a pleasant sound.
In fact, it was already evening when she got out of the city.
When the sky was filled with sunset glow.
It was at such a time that Mianmian met her childhood friend again.
He was standing in front of the cemetery, wearing a white robe, and his long black hair was tied in the front. The ends of his hair and the hem of his clothes would flutter gently in the wind.
"There is no other young man in the world like you, and the person on the street is like jade."
There are the last two lines of this poem.
"We cannot live in the same world, but we hope to be buried in the same earth together."
Seeing the unique and gentle handsome man, although we cannot be born at the same time, we hope to be buried in the same place after death.
The pragmatism and romance of the ancients.
Seeing the handsome man, even the cemetery has been thought of.
In my memory, the little boy of five or six years old, not talkative, very serious, a little pretending to be mature, should be a little lack of love, like her mother, eyes wandering around her mother.
Now he has become a handsome young man, a teenager, tall, like his father.
Not fat, tall and slender.
Very beautiful.
Zi Lu is a man with a big beard, suave and heroic, like the leader of the rivers and lakes, and the unrestrained of Xiao Feng.
Zi Congheng is very clean and beautiful, with a pair of cold eyes.
In the eyes of Jiang Mianmian, who saw his father every day, he found Zi Congheng very handsome when he saw him again.
It was very rare.
Fortunately.
The childhood friend did not grow up to be ugly, but became more handsome.
Zi Congheng looked back at Mianmian.
They wrote letters.
Not many.
In just a few words, he always felt that her life was very vivid and wonderful.
He remembered that she was a very beautiful chubby girl.
Now, she has grown up, a graceful lady, walking slowly.
Her pace was a little fast as he thought. She
liked to jog.
She almost ran over.
Standing in front of him.
They were speechless.
Mianmian stretched out her hand.
Zi Congheng was stunned for a moment, and also stretched out his hand.
Her hand held his hand.
"Long time no see."
"Long time no see."
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