Chapter 43: 1000 Nutrient Solution Added "Thank you very much, thank you very much...
Hearing Wei Jinyun calling him, Lu Lan moved nimbly and stepped over several boats moored by the water. His official boots swayed slightly on the planks, and in a moment he was standing steadily not far from her.
Before Wei Jinyun could even lower her hand, he swooshed to the shore. She marveled at his swiftness, waving and smiling. "Lord Lu, I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time."
When Lu Lan came closer, he looked into her excited eyes and said slowly, "Are you...coming to see me?"
"Yes."
Wei Jinyun quickly put down the basket he was carrying and handed it forward. "I'm bringing some snacks to Lord Lu. You said yesterday you were leaving tonight, and luckily I made it in time. I've heard how vicious the Shui Jiao Gang is, and it just so happens that there are pilgrims at Bao'en Temple today performing a ritual. The young monk said it can ensure safety, so I shamelessly took advantage of some of his good fortune and gave it to you."
She quickly added, "I heard from customers in the shop that many of the sailors under Lord Lu are very young. Their parents must be hoping their children can return home safely. So I made some Dingsheng cakes for good luck."
In fact, Wei Jinyun had heard from many customers in the shop that although many pirates had been killed or wounded in the past month, many of our own people had also been killed. She had seen Lu Lan's new recruits, many of whom were around her age, and some were only fifteen or sixteen years old.
When she was their age, she had just started high school, but the history books recorded their deeds. She felt a little sad when she heard the guests say that.
Lu Lan took the basket and lifted the cloth covering it, and saw pink snacks neatly arranged inside. The words "Dingsheng" printed on them were very eye-catching, looking delicate and pleasing.
"It looks very novel."
Lu Lan had never seen such pastries before, but seeing these two words, he could roughly understand the meaning.
"This is Dingsheng Cake, filled with red bean paste and jujube paste. There's a story behind this cake. Legend has it that a general named Han led his troops to the front lines to fight the enemy. The people, grateful for his protection of the border, pooled their rice and made this cake for him. It's said that eating it will bring the gods' blessing and a speedy return to victory."
She patted the basket, her eyes curved, "Although this is a small business, I won't take any money from you today, Lord Lu. Just consider it...just consider it as my wish for you, Lord Lu, to have a successful campaign and wipe out the Water Dragon Gang."
The story of General Han is the origin story of Dingsheng Cake, a traditional pastry served at weddings, housewarmings, and birthdays. It was a common pastry in Wei Jinyun's life, and her grandmother would make it for her before every exam, claiming the saying, "Eating Dingsheng Cake before an exam is a sure sign of success."
"Thank you very much."
Lu Lan's gaze shifted from the Dingsheng Cake to her face, and her tone was filled with a hint of casual inquiry, "This General Han...how come I have never heard of him?"
His eyes flickered across hers, "From your tone, it seems I quite admire this kind of person."
Wei Jinyun nodded. "Yes, they are all very capable people. They rush forward for the sake of their country. How admirable."
Han Xianggong was a general who, having fought in battles against the Jin and Western Xia, was able to enjoy a peaceful old age. He was also the anchor of the Southern Song Dynasty during its precarious years. Now that the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have long been returned, it is highly likely that Han Xianggong would not have uttered the lament, "I urge you to recognize the protagonist. A single prescription speaks volumes, and all is unspoken." Nor would General Yue have died.
Wei Jinyun thought about it and laughed again as he spoke. He waved his hand and said, "But these are just stories from popular opera scripts, just made to be more interesting. Lord Lu is very busy, so it's normal that he hasn't heard of them."
"Giving away so much, wouldn't it be a loss?"
Seeing her energetic look, Lu Lan's eyes flickered slightly, "How come you are always so energetic?"
The sunset glowed on her eyelashes, and Lu Lan felt that she was like the camphor trees in Pingjiang Prefecture, evergreen all year round.
"Today I earn a lot, so I won't lose anything."
Just as Lu Lan had finished carrying the basket, she heard her solemnly instructing him, "But there's no more. I don't know how many people Lord Lu has brought with him. If you ask me to send more, I won't be happy."
After saying this, Lu Lan couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, and then hurriedly thanked, "Thank you very much, thank you, Miss Wei."
The cakes were delivered and the people were met. Wei Jinyun glanced at the warship not far away and saw a group of people gathered on the ship, all of them sticking their heads out to look at him.
Being stared at by so many people, she felt inexplicably embarrassed and coughed lightly, "Then Sir Lu, I'll be leaving first."
"It's late, be careful when you go back."
"Um."
Wei Jinyun turned around and walked a few steps, then quickly ran back, panting. "Um... next time you pass by Yunlaixiang, remember to bring the basket for me. This is the basket I carried from my hometown. It's been there for years."
Lu Lan finally laughed out loud, "Okay, okay."
Lu Lan turned around only after Wei Jinyun's figure disappeared at Changmen Wharf.
When she spoke, her eyes were like stars in the sky. When she talked about the sailors' concern for them when they were young, all of it fell into his eyes.
The wind blew over the water, bringing with it the scent of osmanthus. Lu Lan felt a little relieved as she held the cakes in her arms. The tension she had felt just now faded.
They will definitely wipe out those pirates.
The warship was ready to go. Lu Lan's men gathered together, their eyes involuntarily looking at the figure standing on the shore.
"Oh my god."
Jing Liulang leaned on his sword and stared at Lu Lan not far away. "Why is your smile like a peony, sir?"
"Is it Miss Wei who sent some snacks again? I know there must be some delicious food in that basket."
Zhan Wenxing's gaze remained firmly fixed on the basket.
"Eat, eat, eat. That's all you know how to do. Why aren't you eating the more than ten roasted ducks your brother sent you?"
"See? The grown-up's smile."
A soldier bumped the arm of his companion.
The other nodded immediately, his eyes full of curiosity. "I saw it. I saw it with both eyes. If the Water Dragon Gang on the canal saw this, they might think that the adults had set up some ruthless trick."
"Yes, yes, it's much more useful than our bright stuff..."
Lu Lan turned around and returned to the boat. Everyone who had been quite lively just now immediately fell silent, and everyone held their breath with a serious expression.
He handed the basket of Dingsheng cakes to Zhan Wenxing, "Go cut these up and distribute them, even small pieces are fine. Make sure every brother gets one. Also, take three pieces of the snacks mother just sent over... Now, let's set off."
"yes!"
The sailors responded in unison, and the private discussions had long since disappeared, leaving only the solemnity of strict military discipline.
After bidding farewell to Lu Lan, Wei Jinyun quickened her pace, rushing back to Tianqing Temple before dark. As the sky darkened, the lingering light of dusk shone on her, casting a long shadow on the ground.
The wind brought the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers, which was just the right fragrance.
Wei Jinyun couldn't help but raise her hand to brush away the loose hair that fell on her cheek. When her fingertips touched her cheek, she felt a little hot.
The weather is just right now, with a nice autumn breeze.
There is no strong sun.
Wei Jinyun took a deep breath and felt the fragrance of osmanthus flowers all around him. His heart felt like it was gently bumped by something, soft and a little panicked.
The sweet scent of osmanthus flowers today is so pleasant, and the evening today is so beautiful.
The sky darkens quickly in autumn. On the way out of Changmen and back to Tianqing Temple, Wei Jinyun hummed a relaxing tune, but heard very light footsteps behind him.
The steps were hesitant, with an indescribable sense of unease. Wei Jinyun's heart tightened, and she subconsciously quickened her pace. The sound behind her also quickened a bit. She slowed down to test the pace, and the footsteps also slowed down, like a tail that could not be shaken off.
The sunset lengthened her shadow and also illuminated the person behind her.
She was lucky one day and then unlucky again?
Wei Jinyun's skin was covered in goosebumps, and her entire body felt shivering. Without hesitation, she broke into a run. The footsteps behind her immediately became more rapid, rapidly catching up and drawing ever closer.
She rushed to a corner and saw a lot of thick branches standing at the base of the wall. Without thinking, she grabbed them in her hands, turned around suddenly and swung them at the chasing figure.
"Ouch!"
The man didn't know Wei Jinyun would suddenly turn around, and didn't notice the club hitting him on the head. A cry of pain rang out, followed by a muffled curse word.
With the faint light of dusk, Wei Jinyun saw the person coming.
He was a man with an honest-looking face, a plain expression, even a hint of dullness. He wore a short brown coat. But at that moment, he wore a strangely lewd smile that didn't match his appearance. His eyes were glued to her, making her feel creepy.
"You hit me?"
The man covered his head with his hands, his tone was a little annoyed, but he didn't seem to be really angry. His laughter sounded even more obscene.
Shortly after he finished speaking, he shook his arms and actually moved closer step by step, his steps even steadier than before.
Wei Jinyun clenched the branch tightly. Seeing him approach, her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she frowned. I felt like I had seen this face before.
She felt that it looked very familiar.
Is he her guest?
The moment the man lunged forward, Wei Jinyun smashed the branch in his hand towards his face. When he turned his head to dodge, he turned around and ran towards the direction where there were more people.
There were a few pedestrians returning home late at night. She ran, screaming "Help!" If you're being followed by a stranger at night, you should always run to crowded areas, not corners. She figured it out: she needed to exercise more and learn some skills.
"Bang!"
As Wei Jinyun was shouting, passersby heard her and rushed over to help. A muffled sound came from behind her.
She stopped and looked back, only to see a figure about seven feet tall rushing out, clutching a thick wooden stick and madly hitting the wretched man.
Wei Jinyun was stunned by the way the stick was swung. It was fast and fierce, constantly hitting the man's groin, leaving him completely defenseless. He covered his head, then his groin. The dull thud of the stick hitting him continued, and the man screamed and ran away, his head in his hands. After a few hits, he was beaten and tumbled away.
The figure didn't stop and turned around until it disappeared around the corner.
The last rays of dusk fell on her face.
It turned out to be a woman.
She had high eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a heroic look. When she spoke, her voice was clear.
"Miss Wei, don't you know how to uproot a weeping willow tree?"
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The author has something to say: Lord Lu: She is a gift to the entire inspection department, touching [poor]
Jinyun: The sweet osmanthus smells a bit fragrant today. It’s really nice.
Ahaha, this is my extra update. Thank you ladies for your support this month! [猫头]
The legend of Dingsheng Cake comes from the famous Southern Song Dynasty generals Han Shizhong and Yue Fei.
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