" Yes, Shi Tou is a good person. When we were young, we followed Second Uncle Shan up the mountain to catch rabbits and fish in the river. He always picked the bigger ones for us. Once, his nanny found out and beat him up with a stick. Later, we were afraid that he would be beaten up, so we didn't play together…""Uncle Feng, the shelves in the shop were all made yesterday. I asked the carpenter to rest for a day today and they will be installed tomorrow. They were all made according to the drawings drawn by Sister Ping. Also, Younger Sister Ping said earlier that she wanted people to bring a few new styles of clothes to those wealthy families in South City. It really worked. These few days, we have already received clothes from five or six families for the new year. When this batch of clothes comes out, we will definitely be able to make a name for ourselves before the new year…"
Feng Nianen patted his shoulder approvingly." Well done, do a good job. I'll make a trip there in a few days."
"Dacheng, are you really not going to stay for another day?" Aunt Wang chased after him. Tomorrow, someone will come from the manor. Who knows, your aunt might come too…"
"I won't keep you, Mother. Just do as we agreed. You and my father will decide. If it works, if it doesn't, then forget it. It just so happens that my nanny is at home.”
"Dachenzi is right. Don't blindly think about it!”，Grandma Wang had just picked out some beans to use to make bean buns in a few days. When she heard her daughter-in-law's words, she walked out."There are some things that Dacheng can't say at home. If someone were to say soft words to him, would he agree or not? We can't be vague about matters that affect the child's life. Don't say anything that offends people. With me, this old woman, it's nothing to his aunt!”
Hearing her mother-in-law say this, Aunt Wang also thought it through. She did not want someone to say soft words to her son and then give up on the idea of keeping Dacheng.
"If you say so, then leave quickly.”，"Slow down on the carriage!" Old Lady Wang said again.”
"Got it, Grandma. It's cold, so don't come out too often. The snow on the road hasn't melted yet, so it's easy to walk. Besides, Xiaohui is with me. Don't worry!”
Xiao Hui was one of the two people who had taken care of Zhao Jing previously. This time, Uncle Cheng arranged for him to go to the county town to handle some matters. He just happened to go with Dacheng.
Seeing Dacheng drive the carriage away with Xiaohui, Jin Qiao welcomed Aunt Wang into the house."Dacheng has really improved. He's much more experienced in speaking and doing things.”
Aunt Wang also smiled." I can see that he has improved. Last night, he sat on the brick bed and chatted with his father for half a night. He talked about himself and Zhu Zi. He told Zhu Zi to study hard and cultivate well with their master. He said that he himself reads books for an hour before going to bed every day. He's really different!”
"This is a good thing!" Old Lady Wang followed him in." Pick the remaining beans and send some bean sprouts. Have you finished writing ordinary words?" I'm going to cook some soup for her. She didn't eat anything in the morning. Sigh, this old man Meng doesn't even let her children rest during the winter solstice!”
Jin Qiao and Aunt Wang looked at each other helplessly and smiled. There were probably not many people in the world who dared to address Old Meng as such, but a well-educated scholar and an illiterate old woman from a mountain village could still chat together.
How rare.
The white flour was beaten into fine flour spikes, and the thin broth was scooped out. It was sprinkled evenly with egg flowers and two rock sugar seasonings. It was simple and simple, and it was the most nourishing. Yang Ping took the bowl that Grandma Wang personally brought over and drank it clean in a few mouthfuls under the old lady's earnest gaze. The soft texture with a faint sweetness went straight from her throat to her abdomen. Even her forearm, which had been stiff because of her hanging wrist, became much more flexible.
Looking at the copybooks on the desk that were hanging to dry, Old Lady Wang couldn't bear to see them."You've been writing for so long that your hands are sore. If you're tired, let's take a break. Your aunt just cut a handful of fine leeks and I'll roll them up and eat them at my stall tonight!”
The chives were dug up by Aunt Wang in autumn and planted in a basin. Then, she moved them into the house and made them. This was the first batch, and they were still tender. She hung the small fish on a spicy paste and fried them. Then, she mixed them with crushed crispy peanuts and fresh chives and rolled them into a thin transparent pancake. With a bite, they were fragrant and crispy, full of the taste of spring.
Yang Ping's heart warmed and she couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out and pulled Old Lady Wang's scarf."Grandma Wang, I'm not tired. I'll finish it now. After I hand in my homework to Teacher, I'll go to the kitchen to help.”
"What can you do? Don't go, your aunt is here, she smells like oil and smoke!”，Old Lady Wang patted the back of Yang Ping's hand and walked out.""Didn't you say you were going to build snow lions during dinner? When you're done, ask them to come out and play for a while. Let them relax…"
Yang Ping was afraid that the ground would be slippery, so she sent her to the gate of the courtyard worriedly. When she saw Uncle Wang coming from the front courtyard, she waved her hand and went back into the house. Just then, the ink had dried up, so she tidied it up and took a stack of copybooks to the big study in the west courtyard.
Unexpectedly, at the door of the big study room, Zhao Jing, dressed in black, was walking out with a few books in his arms. The fur collar of the black fox fur took advantage of his gentle face to look like a jade tree in the wind. Seeing Yang Ping approaching, Zhao Jing stepped aside and stood sideways by the path.
At the request of Old Mister Meng, the West Courtyard had only cleared a small path. At this time, Yang Ping's dazzling red dress was the only one among the silver-clad heaven and earth. It was warm and unrestrained. Just one glance made people forget their loneliness.
She had just put on the red brocade cloak before coming here. Old Master Meng was old and still liked to see the children's energetic appearance. The plum blossoms outlined by silver-gray silk threads complemented the silver-gray dress inside. She was taller than ordinary women, with bright facial features and a pair of almond-shaped eyes as clear and transparent as spring water. She was different from the delicate and weak young ladies of the aristocratic families in the capital. Yang Ping's entire body was filled with a rare heroic bearing and grandeur of a girl.
"Hello, Miss Yang!" Zhao Jing cupped his hands in a salute. He had a good grasp of propriety, but he was respectful and slightly distant."The old mister is currently in a side room."
Yang Ping returned the greeting solemnly." Big Brother Zhao is here too. My name is Ping. Big Brother Zhao, you can just call me Yang Ping!"”
Zhao Jing took it naturally." Hello, Sister Ping. I haven't thanked Sister Ping for saving me. I am extremely grateful for your kindness!"”
"Oh, Brother Zhao, you're too serious! Don't worry about it, Big Brother Zhao, but you need to rest for three months for the fracture in your leg. During this period, don't use too much strength…"
"Thank you for your reminder, Younger Sister Ping!" Zhao Jing bowed again." Sister Ping, please get busy. I'll leave first!"”
"Take care, Big Brother Zhao!" After a few steps, Yang Ping turned back, her expression slightly mischievous."Brother Zhao, I asked Xiao Fei and Feng Huang to build a snow lion. Are you coming?”
"..." Zhao Jing hesitated for a moment, then answered " Okay ". She didn't know that Yang Ping had asked this question by accident. When she greeted him just now, she actually felt the loneliness in his expression. The desolation that did not match his age was like an old branch covered in snow, making people want to pay more attention to it.
After handing in her homework, she came out and saw that person waiting at the entrance of the western courtyard. Yang Ping smiled and called him to go with her. They were silent all the way. When they arrived at the main courtyard, they saw that Xiao Fei and the others had been busy for a while. The fat lion that was as fat as a small stone was holding a round lion head.
Seeing Zhao Jing come over, Feng Huang's eyelids narrowed imperceptibly and he only nodded slightly. Xiao Fei and Wang Qi, on the other hand, politely called him " Big Brother Zhao " and " Young Master Zhao ".
Feng Huang held a wooden shovel in his hand and made a flower. He turned his head and shouted at Yang Ping,"Young Lady Ping, you called us over to play, but you were the last to arrive, right?”
"You also know that it's just a game. Why, are you complaining instead of thanking me?”，Yang Ping retorted sarcastically and continued,"Can't you pat it harder? If not, it would definitely fall apart when he carved it later!”
Feng Huang, who had been robbed, did not get angry. He gritted his teeth and picked up the wooden shovel to continue slapping. Suddenly, he said,"I found the narcissus ball you wanted!”
"Oh, okay!" Yang Ping took the shovel from Xiao Fei's hand and began to use force on the lion's head. She first cut off the excess parts and then drew a rough circle to make a face.
"Just this?" Feng Huang stopped and glared at her.
"Yeah, what else?" Yang Ping's eyes also widened." I found it for Old Master Meng. I thought he would be happy to see the flowers so that he could scold you less. Why? Don't you appreciate it?" Why don't you let him thank you personally?”
" Haha…" Little Fei laughed,""Then Second Brother Feng will have to climb over the wall and jump over the house!”
"You can do it!" Feng Huang glared at the siblings and gritted his teeth. He shook the shovel and went to smack the lion's butt.
Yang Ping continued to carve. She had a wide forehead and big eyes. When she was about to carve the shape of the mouth, she heard Little Fei muttering," It's too narrow, too narrow. It's like a dog…Sigh, it's fine this way, but it still doesn't look like it. Sis, can't you make it open its mouth? Sis…"
Yang Ping swung the shovel and was about to hit him, but Little Fei dodged it.""Sister, continue, continue…Open your mouth, yes, open your mouth and raise your neck…"
Feng Huang and Wang Qi slapped the lion's body while turning around and saying a few words from time to time.
" Curly Hair, it's Curly Hair on top of my head. I can't reach him, Feng Huang--" Yang Ping shouted again.
Feng Huang picked up the shovel and put it down."I can reach it, but I won't-"
"Tch, I thought you were very powerful!”，Yang Ping smiled at him and then looked at Wang Qi.
"I won't!" Wang Qi quickly shook his head." A lion without Curly Hair looks good too. Why don't I get my grandma's scarf for him to wear later?"”
"Haha…then you'd better wait for Grandma Wang to scold you. Bring me a chair!”
" I'll do it-" Zhao Jing, who had been standing at the side for a long time without saying a word, suddenly said. The four of them turned to look at him.
"What? Oh-", Yang Ping reacted and handed the shovel in her hand over."Do you want that kind of ball shape? Is the water cloud pattern okay?”
Zhao Jing thought for a moment and nodded.”
He was very tall and raised his hand to cover the lion's head. His movements were also very fast. With a few strokes, a ball of flowers appeared. Xiao Fei, who was about to carve a lion's leg with Wang Qi's shovel, stopped what she was doing. After imitating his gestures, she clicked her tongue and praised,"Brother Zhao, have you learned carving before?"
"I understand a little!" Zhao Jing's answer was concise, and his hands did not stop moving. Feng Huang, however, took a few glances and went back to his lion tail.
After carving the fur from head to neck, Zhao Jing patted the lion's shoulder, neck, and chest a few times. The lion immediately became powerful.
"Wow, Young Master Zhao, how did you do it?”，Wang Qi clicked his tongue in wonder.
Zhao Jing only smiled slightly, and then carved a bell-like shape on his chest.""Do you want an embroidered ball or a little lion?"
"What? Ask me?" Yang Ping came to her senses and said,"Embroidered ball!"
"They look alike, too alike!" Wang Qi praised as he walked around the lion and muttered,"If only it didn't melt!"
"A rock won't melt!" Feng Huang glared at him.”
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