Xu Jiang lost her temper after being kissed by him and said, "Be more careful next time."
"Okay." After saying that, Lou Yunchun touched her lips again.
"Didn't you tell me to be careful? Don't be so rude." Xu Jiang lowered his head and pushed him away.
Lou Yunchun, however, took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms, saying softly, "This isn't next time, this is now."
Where does this fallacy come from?
Xu Jiang was about to retort, but was blocked tightly. While struggling, he was not paying attention and was slapped in the face again.
Now, both sides of the face are complete.
Cold Food Festival leads to Qingming Festival, and the purification ceremony is held in the shade of the eastern mountain.
Because the Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival were too close to each other and their customs were similar, the imperial court merged the two festivals into one, called Qingming, and set a seven-day holiday.
In addition to worshiping ancestors and sweeping tombs these days, the saints will light torches on the Qingming Festival and send them to civil and military officials, and then through civil and military officials, they will be delivered to the homes of the people. Tug-of-war competitions will also be held to show the strength of the military and civilians.
In addition, both kings and common people would go to the shade of Dongshan Mountain and the bank of the stream to "pull water" during the Qingming Festival, that is, to collect water and play in order to get rid of disease and filth.
"Master, today is Qingming Festival. You have no grave to repair and no soil to add. Please accept my three incense sticks and enjoy my glass of wine."
Xu Yuan had no grave, no tomb, and no memorial tablet, only a waist plaque carved by Xu Jiang. Xu Jiang burned incense, offered wine, kowtowed three times, and talked a lot to Xu Yuan.
There are the latest news about the bookstore, the news about the capital, and Lou Yunchun.
"He was chosen by you, and I accept that. But you've forced him upon me, so please don't just walk away like that. I don't ask for much, I just ask that when you have time, you take care of his career, his health, his family, and... his marriage. It's enough for him to be happy and healthy."
After saying this, she touched her chin. "That's not too much to ask, is it?" Never mind. He had few people paying homage to him anyway, so he had plenty of free time.
Xu Jiang bowed again, then stood up to serve the cold food.
During the Cold Food Festival, fireworks were forbidden and only cold food was eaten. Xu Jiang had prepared all the food yesterday, including wheat porridge, zongzi (steamed rice cake), green rice, Qingming fruit, and eight-sided cold food cakes.
She divided the things into two parts and asked Lou Yunchun to take one part back to her house last night. She packed the remaining part in a box and took it to Nanshan Academy.
I'm going to visit Mrs. Lin's grave today.
Liang Mo is not coming today, and Manager Wang has also returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors and visit their graves. Xu Jiang locked the door and led the donkey to the street. As soon as she came out of Huailiu Lane, she met Zeng Zhui.
Zeng Zhui was also riding a donkey, but it wasn't Master Lin's, and no one knew where it had been stolen from. The donkey was laden with a lot of food, apparently.
The two of them just happened to be together.
"Is Mr. Du all right?"
"I'm fine. I can eat, drink, and fight."
Xu Jiang couldn't help laughing. "I guess you've been disciplined a lot since you were in Zhuchun High School?"
Zeng Zhui's face wrinkled into a bitter melon. "Every time Mr. Yuan shows off, I get scolded." Then he pointed at his dark face and said, "Look at my complexion. It's all from staying up late."
Xu Jiang laughed grimly, "Just bear with it, it will be fine after some time."
"I think there's still some work to do. The Ministry of Rites will hold an assessment at the end of the month. With Brother Zhuchun's talent, he'll definitely be able to secure a lucrative position. By then, Old Du will be jealous and will have to work on my ears."
"Hahaha."
"And Zhao Xiu has been coming to our house again recently. Although he's annoying, we have to admit that he's talented."
Xu Jiang's laughter stopped abruptly. "Did Mr. Du meet him?"
Zeng Zhui's expression was gloomy. "I have to see him. Now that he has won the third place in the imperial examination, he always comes to visit with other scholars or officials. I've rejected him once, twice, three times, and four times. I can't always reject him."
"What a powerful mind game." Du Hui could offend Zhao Xiu, but he couldn't offend everyone who came with him. "What does he do every time he comes?"
"To be honest, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Most of the time, they asked for advice on articles or discussed Taoism. The teacher valued talent, and out of courtesy, he always answered questions and solved my doubts."
"Going through so much trouble to get in just to learn poetry? That's a bit of an overreaction."
"When I look at him now, I always feel that he is holding back evil."
Xu Jiang felt uneasy. "You should remind him to be careful and be careful with your words. Don't let him take advantage of you."
Zeng Zhui frowned tightly, "I know that the master is also very careful and avoids suspicion in his interactions. But I always feel uneasy. Every time I see him, I always want to throw him out."
But I can’t throw it away, which is really frustrating.
Xu Jiang thought to herself that she would find an opportunity to ask Du Hui about it when she met him at the Book Appreciation Banquet in a few days. She also thought that she had an appointment with Lou Yunchun for the Dongshan Baxi Festival tomorrow, so she could discuss it with him.
The two of them arrived at the private school. There were no lessons that day, and the courtyard was silent. Zeng Zhui waited in the front yard, while Xu Jiang went to the back. As she entered the second gate, she happened to see Master Lin coming out of his room.
"You're here." Master Lin was wearing a plain linen suit today, looking even thinner and gaunter.
"Yes, Zeng Zhui is here too, in the outer courtyard." Xu Jiang responded, then approached and asked, "Master, have you had breakfast? I brought some snacks, would you like some?"
Master Lin nodded, then glanced into the mourning hall and said, "Go and persuade Hong Chu to come out and eat something."
"Okay." Xu Jiang handed him the food box and went to the mourning hall.
Inside the mourning hall, Lin Hongchu and Master Lin were dressed in the same attire, kneeling in front of Mrs. Lin's tablet in a trance.
Xu Jiang entered the house and bowed to Mrs. Lin before saying to Lin Hongchu, "Let's go out and have something to eat. We have a long way to go and we won't be able to hold on without food."
Lin Hongchu blinked and turned to look at Xu Jiang, "Sister is here."
Xu Jiang touched her face, which was slightly wet, and knew that she had been crying. "Are you okay?"
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