Chapter 282 Sending a letter
Early in the morning.
Mianmian woke up.
She opened her eyes, but didn't see the sun. She felt it was still early, so she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
After two naps,
the sun shone through the carved doors and windows, slowly moving onto the bed, and she got up.
I like people who invented the word lazy.
Because in this way, I can say that I am not successful just because I am too lazy.
Otherwise, if hard work does not succeed, it will be exposed.
After brunch, I went to water the small vegetable garden I planted very seriously.
My clothes were all wet, and there was still mud on my feet. I changed my clothes again.
My parents are not at home today.
My brother and sister are not at home either .
My aunt is not at home either.
Suddenly I became the master of the house.
Of course, this is taken for granted.
There is also Brother Chong at home.
Brother Chong stared at her.
Zi Congheng had received an order early in the morning to take good care of his sister.
Aunt Qin had told him once.
Uncle Jiang had told him once.
In fact, he felt that Mianmian was very well behaved and there was no need to tell him over and over again.
But the elders had told him seriously.
And it was the first time that he was asked to take care of others.
In the past, he always listened to his father telling others to take care of him.
He never thought that one day, he would become the one to take care of others.
He finally felt that he had grown up a little.
Zi Congheng had no friends in Beijing because he did not go out to socialize.
One reason was because of his special identity, and the other was because of his special body.
His specialness was like a shackle that locked him up.
But in the Jiang family, it seemed that no one cared about his identity.
Aunt Qin would care whether he ate well and dressed well.
Uncle Jiang would care what books he read and whether he was in a good mood.
Mianmian doesn't care whether he is healthy or happy.
In the morning, she saw that because he was too happy to eat, he changed his clothes with soup splashed on his body. He insisted on personally participating in watering the dishes, and changed his clothes with mud splashed on his body. Mianmian, who had already changed three sets of clothes,
walked to Chongge.
Mianmian planned to take Chongge and Chongge to the Star Observation Pavilion in Beijing to deliver letters.
It has been a few days since we came to Beijing.
Finish what needs to be done.
When Zi Congheng heard Mianmian say that she was going to deliver letters, he felt that it was a serious matter and that he had to do what he promised.
However, when he saw a whole box of letters, it was more like books than letters.
He asked about the Star Observation Pavilion along the way and walked towards the east of the city. He
also passed by his brother-in-law's house.
Mianmian almost wanted to sneak in to see her two older nephews.
But it seems that this is not allowed in Beijing. You can't just go to other people's homes.
This feels weird.
When we got to the Stargazing Pavilion, we found that it was very close to the Imperial Palace.
On the other side of the Imperial Palace.
There was a door that was probably connected to the Imperial Palace.
The Stargazing Pavilion in the capital was very majestic.
We couldn't just go in casually.
Although we took out the token and said we were here to deliver a letter, we waited for a while.
Then someone led them in.
The guy who came was a young man. He had ordinary features
and was very serious.
But Pang Ya, Wei Biao and Heita were stopped outside.
They were not allowed to enter.
The people inside were dressed in white, like immortals.
I was worried that people from outside would go in and pollute it.
If the stargazers in Jingzhou were like miserable programmers, then the stargazers in the capital were like senior scientists in white coats.
There is an inexplicable sense of high technology in this place. The decoration is very simple and neat.
Because we are not allowed to bring an attendant, Mianmian followed, carrying the box of letters horizontally.
The two of them walked along the way and saw various instruments, which felt ancient and advanced.
Mianmian is a layman and doesn't understand.
Chongge looked very seriously, looking at them one by one.
They walked a little slowly. It
was quiet and mysterious along the way.
It was like walking into a country in another dimension.
After walking for a long time, I heard human voices.
Someone was talking.
I wonder if I will see people with spinal diseases who look up one by one, wearing white clothes and looking up together. It feels like seeing a group of hanged ghosts floating in front of you.
I seem to smell cigarettes.
Huh?
Is the cigarette smell a bit fragrant?
Mianmian followed the young man who was leading the way. The young man walked more quickly when he got here.
When they got inside ,
they found that they were holding a serious scientific activity. They
used mirror-reflected light to obtain a fire source, used inorganic matter to cut organic matter, and then used fire to change the properties of matter in a specific order and arrangement combination, and then used it to solve the problem of energy deficiency.
In short, they were actually grilling meat. They
were grilling lamb.
It smelled amazing.
There were also seasonings.
A group of ancient stargazers in white robes were holding a large-scale ritual activity, grilling meat together.
No wonder they were not allowed to bring maids or bodyguards.
Maybe they were worried that if they brought too many people, there wouldn't be enough food...
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