Chapter 81 A pair of frightened eyes followed the blade
The year was 1580. In terms of time, it was only about 400 years away from the 21st century. It was also a prosperous era, and wealthy families were receiving distinguished guests.
As in the 21st century, such owners all have one flaw: the desire to show off.
In his previous life, Song Jin had to eat game that he shouldn't have eaten on the table. In this life, he came to Ji Shubai to broaden his horizons, and this time he really broadened his horizons.
She saw the man lead the lamb into the yard, tied its four hooves with ropes, and built a fire not far away.
The lamb was not big, only a few months old, with snow-white fur and pink lips. It was a very pretty lamb. At this moment, it stood there with its eyes open, occasionally tugged at its limbs, and when it found that it could not tug, it bleated twice.
A man who looked like a cook walked down the stairs holding a palm-length short knife and asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, which piece would you like to eat?"
The blade reflected the sunlight and almost pierced Song Jin's eyes.
Someone at the table said, "Master Ji, when eating lamb, you have to choose the meat above the hind legs, which is the most tender. This lamb is small, and the meat is not tough. It is delicious when it is roasted right after it is dug out."
A chopstick slipped from Song Jin's palm, first fell onto the table, then rolled a few times and fell to the ground, bounced a few times before stopping.
The noise did not bother anyone. Only a servant came over, picked up the chopsticks, took the chopsticks from Song Jin's hand, and then replaced it with a new pair and handed it to Song Jin.
However, Song Jin didn't answer, her eyes followed the blade.
The blade flashed silver and was approaching the lamb with its limbs fixed step by step.
A large hand touched a spot just above the sheep's hind leg, and a boastful voice reached my ears.
"This skilled cook knows where to cut the lamb, so that even though the lamb is cut out, it still remains alive."
Song Jin only felt her body go numb. Her mind told her not to look, but her eyes had lost the ability to move. She watched helplessly as the hand brushed away a piece of wool, and the sharp knife cut into the flesh. The bright red blood enveloped Song Jin along with her childish and hoarse screams.
Several scholars were praising the freshly roasted mutton for its tenderness when they suddenly saw Song Jin, who had been sitting motionless on a stool, suddenly jump up and run away in everyone's surprised gaze.
Song Jin almost fled from the courtyard and ran straight to the patio next to the sedan chair hall. She originally wanted to pry open the door, but she vomited before she reached the door.
Her stomach contracted violently and she vomited again and again, vomiting out everything she had just eaten. She vomited so much that tears filled her eyes and her face flushed.
When the servants saw this, some of them started sweeping the floor, some bringing water, and some wiping mouths.
To her surprise, Ji Shubai also followed her out, which made her feel a little embarrassed, so she walked to the other end of the patio to talk to him.
"What's wrong?" Ji Shubai frowned slightly. It was obvious that he was nervous rather than disgusted, which made her feel a lot better.
"I don't want to eat anymore..."
Song Jin said something childish, but it was also the truth: she couldn't eat anymore.
If she had known this, she would not have followed.
She wanted to see elegance or luxury, but she never expected that there was cruelty in it.
Ji Shubai sighed and said, "Okay, wait here for me. I'll go and get rid of the people."
Song Jin stood in the patio, watching everyone busying around. Only Ji Shubai walked in firmly. For a moment, he was actually moved, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't tell if it was because of vomiting or if he was really moved by Ji Shubai.
She sat down on the railing, knowing that there would be more turmoil inside, so she just waited quietly.
There are patios on both sides of the sedan chair hall, and doors on both sides of the patios. Behind the doors are corridors that extend to various places in the courtyard.
A low arguing sound came from behind an octagonal door. Song Jin tilted his head and listened carefully.
"Manager Wang, I have asked you to deliver the dishes. This silver..." This was a man's voice, with a pleading tone.
"The money has already been paid, stop talking nonsense." It was a scolding in a low voice.
"But this is only two coins. The cost of the dishes I gave you is more than this amount."
"What do you mean more than that? If you say more than that, then it's more than that? I said it's worth this much money. I have an honored guest at my house today, you'd better take the money and leave quickly. If you dare to disturb the guest, don't blame my master for being rude."
"But this..."
"What's this? My master is willing to eat your food because he is giving you face. Do you still want to do business in the county in the future? If you don't want to do it, go somewhere else. Get out of here right now."
An impatient voice was trying to drive the guests away, and then she saw a man with a sad face and hunched waist coming out from behind the door, holding something in his hands. When he saw Song Jin, he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the door.
Following him out was a man in a fragrant dark robe with his back straight. When he saw Song Jin, he was stunned at first, then he glanced up and down, a smile immediately appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand to bow and went inside.
Song Jin guessed that it was the effect of the straight-cut dress with dark purple satin flowers with distant mountains on it that he was wearing.
About a cup of tea later, Song Jin saw that the yard suddenly became lively. All the servants who were originally arranged to go in for a drink came out, including Qingshan.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Shubai was surrounded by those scholars and came out. They tried to persuade him to stay, but Ji Shubai just refused firmly with an apologetic look on his face.
Several people stopped just before they came to Song Jin. Someone handed each of them a note: "I apologize for the poor hospitality today, Master Ji."
Ji Shubai smiled and thanked him politely. Qingshan, who had come over and was waiting on the side, took the note. Only Song Jin stood there blankly, not knowing what to do, until Ji Shubai winked at her.
"Thank you quickly, Gaojuren."
Song Jin then reached out and took the note: "Thank you, Master Gao."
After a round of greetings, the few of them sent Ji Shubai out of the Gao family's gate. Song Jin followed Ji Shubai, walking and stopping from time to time, and it took a long time to walk from the sedan chair hall to the door.
She was vomiting so much that her mind was confused and her thoughts were not on the Gao family in front of her. As envious as she was when she came in, she felt disgusted now. The opening and closing of their lips were like the wounds on a lamb that had been cut raw, the red and white color made her feel sick, and her stomach was churning, so she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
This feeling continued until she sat in the sedan chair, then she felt a lightness on her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.
She closed her eyes, but the sound of red and white blood sizzling kept coming to her mind, which stimulated her so much that she almost became a Buddha.
To be honest, Song Jin had actually killed quite a few chickens, ducks, fish and geese, but no matter how hard he tried, he only wanted a quick victory.
Pull out a small piece of hair from the neck, feel the trachea and blood vessels through the skin, squeeze them with fingers until they bulge, and cut them with a knife, cutting off both tubes. Grab the chicken's feet with one hand and the wings with the other, and lift it upside down. Put a bowl of salt water under the chicken's head, and wait until a bowl of blood accumulates. The chicken is dead, and then pour boiling water on it to pluck the feathers.
She really couldn't do what she did today, eating the freshly roasted meat cut from the sheep's body in front of it.
But this is a famous dish, a big dish.
Song Jin felt suffocated and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair to look outside. He then realized that the sedan chair was not going to the county government office, but to some unknown place. There was no way to ask, so he had to sit up straight again and focus his eyes on the note in his hand.
The post had no sealing bag, so she just folded it and held it in her hand. She opened it and glanced at it, and her mouth gradually opened into a circle.
The content of the post was simple, with words like "a table of banquet, two jars of Jinhua wine, two pieces of dark-patterned satin, a lead of sheep," etc.
This is a list of gifts. Forget about the banquet, as I guess they think she didn’t get to eat. Forget about the gifts, as they can be used anyway. But what’s the point of just leading a sheep?
Song Jin's heart was pounding, and all he could think about was the lamb that was only a few months old. Could it be...
Wouldn't you send it to her?
Do you treat her as a living Bodhisattva or the King of Hell?
There was no way to verify it at the moment, so Song Jin had to put the note in his arms. He leaned his head out, but did not see any gifts. He estimated that it was sent directly to the county government.
The sedan stopped at the city gate. Song Jin walked out of the sedan in a daze and saw a lot of horses parked nearby.
"It's still early, let's go for a walk outside the city on horseback." Ji Shubai said to her.
Song Jin said "Oh" and walked over obediently.
"You ride this one."
Song Jin looked at the horse that Ji Shubai pointed to, which was the shortest one. She bit her lip, did not argue, and walked over to get on the horse.
Unfortunately, there was no mounting stone at the city gate, so she could only rely on her legs. However, even for the shortest horse, she still had difficulty getting on.
The horse was uncomfortable with her pushing, so it kept moving its feet. This caused Song Jin to grin for a long time, but he couldn't successfully get on the horse. Seeing that the horseman was about to come to help, he heard Ji Shubai say:
"Let me help you."
As he spoke, he walked over quickly, lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand and pulled it back, bent his knees slightly, and pinched Song Jin's waist with his big hands.
A very gentle voice sounded in her ears, and the hot breath almost sprayed on her face: "Get ready to go up."
I don’t know if it was because Ji Shubai was very strong or because Mancao’s body was too weak, but with a lift of his hands and a push of his feet, Song Jin was on the horse’s back.
"Don't pull the reins too tight. Just follow my horse."
In response to Ji Shubai's instructions, Song Jin nodded, but soon discovered something was wrong.
The man handing her the reins looked at her strangely.
Song Jin immediately realized under what circumstances Ji Shubai, a fifth-rank official, would carry a man with no official rank on his horse.
Bed partner, this is the only thing Song Jin could think of.
At that moment, Song Jin wanted to die. She would rather be regarded as an indecent woman than be Ji Shubai's bed partner.
It's so embarrassing.
Ji Shubai did not notice anything unusual about Song Jin. He walked to the front, mounted a tall black horse, and led everyone away. Song Jin did not have time to dwell too long on the relationship between the indecent woman and her male bed partner, so he kicked his horse and chased after them.
The city gates were wide open during the day, and the people had already given the written instructions, so the group was not blocked from leaving the city, and outside the city gates was a gorgeous summer scene.
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