Chapter 94: The persimmons are red, and the golden flesh flows like honey.
General's wife.
Xie Yuan raised his eyes, pondering the weight of these four words in his heart.
He vaguely remembered that Guizhier once took out a finely polished lunch box, which was grayish white in color, but did not look like it was made of silver.
She explained at the time that—
"It was left behind by my daughter's husband before he joined the army."
Could it be that General Luan and Miss Gui... No wonder the general has been targeting him all the way. Maybe he is so eager to protect his wife that he is jealous.
However, they don't behave intimately and don't look like a couple at all!
Xie Yuan's eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement.
Luan Shuangbai and Gui Zhier, the two parties involved, did not correct the title of Sihang Shizhang.
One person was secretly happy, while the other was used to it.
This left Young Master Xie puzzled.
"Let's go back to the Jinglüe Mansion and discuss it in detail." Luan Shuangbai held the bottom of the bowl steadily with one hand, and poured all the remaining smooth tofu pudding into his mouth.
His cheeks puffed up slightly and he swallowed it whole.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to pick up a golden and crispy fried fruit to take with him.
Being so hungry, it goes without saying that the young general must have suffered a lot during this journey.
The captain of the four-line division felt very sad.
Linghe County has long since been transformed.
On both sides of the city gate, there are towering arrow towers rising from the ground. The soldiers defending the city can look down from this high position. They can not only shoot the enemy through the dense arrow holes, but also throw stones and rolling logs.
The muddy roads in the city also disappeared, replaced by spacious concrete roads.
"The scenery of my hometown has changed so much that I almost don't recognize my home." The candidates seemed to be complaining, but in fact, the corners of their mouths were raised.
Rebellion is a good thing. We should have rebelled against the imperial court long ago!
After meeting Magistrate Luo at the yamen and obtaining a pass, dozens of "fugitives" said goodbye.
It is said that His Royal Highness Prince Yue also wants to promote the imperial examination system, and they are eager to get started.
"I hope all students will prepare carefully. They must be familiar with the essentials of classics, history, and literature, and practice theories on current policies diligently." Magistrate Luo, wearing a black gauze hat, stroked his long beard with his hand, with an extraordinary demeanor.
He comforted the students, urging them to study hard day and night after returning home and not to waste their time.
These words touched the hearts of the candidates.
The North is truly a place of peace and harmony!
Guizhier smiled playfully.
The brim of County Magistrate Luo's hat trembled slightly, making his face look even more elegant.
The middle-aged man had an upright posture and a dignified demeanor, and his every move and gesture showed that of a gentleman from a noble family.
If the housekeeper had not told her about Luo Songyan's past, who would have thought that he was a incompetent official?
At this moment, County Magistrate Luo spoke in a friendly yet dignified manner.
Behind him stood two inconspicuous servants in camel coats, their bodies hunched, their necks slightly bent forward, their faces hidden in the shadows.
"King Yue is very cunning." Gui Zhier sighed softly.
If Luo Songyan is detained, the wealthy Luo family in Jiangnan, who is engaged in tea and illegal salt business, will inevitably turn to Zhenbei Prefecture.
After all, the people do not fight against the officials.
Even if the Luo family does not admit that they participated in the rebellion, will the court believe it?
Xie Yuan and Luan Shuangbai did not respond.
The two of them seemed to feel inexplicably embarrassed, glancing at the ground with their ears slightly red, as if they could find a way to escape in the cracks between the bricks and stones.
Such underhanded tactics should not be exposed to Miss Gui.
Unexpectedly, what made them even more embarrassed was what the camel-clothed attendant said next.
"His Highness has instructed that if you return home, you are cordially invited to visit the central government office to reminisce about the past." The attendant lowered his head, his tone humble and respectful.
"I won't join in the fun, right?" Guizhier raised her eyebrows.
The Major General and the Minister of Music both held official positions, but she was just a commoner and had no need to get involved.
The camel-clothed servant put on a stiff smile.
"The rich courtesan is also in the central government office, and she misses Miss Gui very much." His voice was squeezed out from his throat, sharp and thin.
After the camel-clothed attendant finished speaking, he gently brushed his sleeves with his skinny hands.
Guizhier's expression suddenly turned cold, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes.
She stared straight at the servant, and the soft and gentle aura on her body dissipated, replaced by a coldness that kept people at a distance.
This is clearly hostage-taking.
Do you really think she's a soft persimmon?
"Okay." After being furious, Guizhier sneered and agreed.
She hadn't fought for a long time and her hands were a little itchy.
He agreed readily, but Guizhi'er was not in a hurry. The first thing he did when he returned to the central city was to take two apprentices to tidy up the premises of Guiji Braised Food Shop.
As the autumn wind blows, thick moss grows on the tiles on the roof of the shop.
Apart from that, it is clean and tidy. The beams are not covered with cobwebs and there are no weeds in the backyard. I wonder who takes care of it on a daily basis.
"Children, go get a bucket of water from the well first, then use a broom to sweep the dust, and maid, use a rag to clean up the tables, chairs and benches." Guizhier assigned the tasks, rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.
Before leaving, she almost emptied the kitchen.
Now I have to put everything back in place, pick up the soap nuts, and pretend that I have just cleaned the pots and pans.
"Okay, don't worry, young lady." The two apprentices began to work without any thoughts.
Having a new home means the end of the wandering journey.
They have a sense of belonging from the bottom of their hearts.
The bean sprout boy brought out a bucket of clean water with a slightly worn rag hanging on the edge of the bucket.
The girl took the cloth tacitly, wrung it out vigorously, and then began to wipe carefully, not leaving out any stains or dust.
Thanks to the efforts of the two, the wooden tables and chairs gradually revealed their original warm color, and the old paint surface regained its luster.
Unlike the elegant wisteria waterfalls in Jiangnan shops, the style of the Zhenbei shops is more rugged and bold.
The stove is burning and a steaming wall of fire is erected.
Looking back, on the persimmon tree in the yard, the round and plump persimmons hung there like small yellow lanterns, bending the branches with their weight.
As the breeze blows, the persimmons jostle each other, making a festive rustling sound.
"Higher, higher." The girl with ponytail held up a long pole with a net bag tied to the top.
The boy stood under the tree, hooked the persimmon stalk with a long hook, and then gently turned and pulled it, letting the persimmon fall into the net bag.
The skin of the picked persimmons has an attractive orange-red luster and is round and plump.
Autumn is so beautiful.
Guizhier gently broke open the persimmon, and the golden flesh flowed like honey.
"Dong, dong, dong." The wooden pestle fell into the stone mortar, and with its fierce impact, the persimmons were crushed into a paste.
The corners of Guizhier's lips slowly curled up, and that smile was unusual.
She mixed the flour and persimmon puree together, then added some milk to make a batter.
The girl stretched out her fair hand and picked up an egg from the bamboo basket.
With a flick of her wrist, she tapped the egg against the edge of the bowl, and with a click, the egg white and yolk slid into the bowl. Then, she picked up a slender bamboo chopstick and expertly stirred the batter.
As the arms dance up and down, the bamboo chopsticks fly in the bowl.
Her dark eyes were slightly narrowed, and her expression was full of mischief and ill intentions.
Persimmon cake, “persimmon persimmon” is a good omen for everything to go well.
I hope His Royal Highness Prince Yue will be blessed to enjoy it.
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