Do you know: I’m Xu Jiazi

The nineteenth day of the first lunar month.

at night,

Yinshi (around four o'clock in the morning) is the coldest time of the day.

In the side courtyard, the brazier in the house had long been extinguished, and there was no trace of warmth.

Wei Shu realized that Tang Pozi had lost all warmth under the quilt on the bed and her feet were cold to the touch.

The bedding under her body was not very warm, and she would feel cold even if she moved her body.

Fortunately, there were two jackets stuffed with cotton, one large and one small, covering the mother and daughter, which could leave a lot of warmth.

'call'

The clear light of the moon shone in through the window paper.

I saw the white breath coming out clearly.

Wei Shu, who had her eyes open, felt a little cold, but there was no pain in her eyes. It seemed that the coldness would make her feel more at ease.

Slowly, half asleep and half awake.

The sky outside the window turned dark blue, and it seemed to feel colder.

"Dang Dang!"

"At four o'clock in the morning! (around five o'clock in the morning) it's cold, go out and put on more clothes!"

"Dang Dang!"

"It's four o'clock in the Yin hour! It's cold, so put on more clothes when you go out!"

This is where monks from surrounding temples walk around the streets telling the time.

At this time, he felt his body sink, and a quilt was covered on Wei Shuyi's body.

Xiaodie's voice came: "Mom, I'm going to fetch water."

"Yeah. There's ice around the well, so be careful."

"I got it, little girl! Xiao Tao! Hurry up."

Wei Shu rubbed his daughter and said, "Minglan, get up and get ready to pay your respects to grandma."

"Mom, it's still early, I don't want to think about it."

"Hurry up." As he spoke, Wei Shu held out his belly and awkwardly began to put on his clothes.

After picking up the clothes, Wei Shuyi realized that Xiaodie didn't wear the cotton jacket made for her and just went out.

"What a silly girl, what should I do if I get frozen?"

Another difficult day.

in the afternoon,

Minglan and Xiaotao happily continued to go to the big kitchen to make soup for Pozi.

The black-faced Lady Guan said: "Sixth Miss, the house has been spending a lot of money these days, and we can't buy enough charcoal. Our Lady Lin asked us to stop the stove fire in the afternoon."

Minglan said: "You are lying, the chimney on the roof is smoking!"

"That's donkey-hide gelatin boiled for Lin Qige. They are all expensive things and there is no stove to boil water." Lady Guan said.

"you!"

"Miss Six, forgive me~" He said he was sorry, but his tone was full of gloating.

"Xiao Tao, let's go."

After saying that, the two little ones took the empty Tang Pozi and returned to the side courtyard.

Wei Shuyi was in the room in the side courtyard. He looked at the two little ones who had come back after being wronged, stopped them in her arms, and sighed.

"It's okay. When your sister Xiaodie comes back, we can burn it ourselves."

"Really? Did you ask Sister Xiaodie to buy charcoal?" Minglan asked happily, her eyes shining brightly.

Wei Shu nodded and said: "Xiaodie came back yesterday and said that it came from Bianjing. It is now popular among the noble ladies in Yangzhou to study embroidery techniques and stitches. Xiaodie went to a few more shops. I thought my mother’s stuff was good, so I added some money.”

"Wow! Mom, that's great! You are so awesome!" Minglan praised her mother with a smile.

"Tomorrow! Call me little girl! Be good and go practice acupuncture." Wei Shu said thoughtfully.

"Oh" Minglan pursed her lips.

In Yangzhou City,

In the government delivery shop, the shop manager received a letter from Bianjing, with the words "Yangzhou Zhizhou Hongfu" written on it.

The paper on the outer cover is full of stamps from passing stores.

The shop manager smiled slightly and said, "You guys watch the delivery shop, I'll deliver the letter."

"Commander, let me go! How can I ask you to walk more?"

"You have a great idea. If you send this letter to the Hong family, you will be rewarded with dozens of yuan! Wait for me."

"Yes, Shop Chief."

Holding the letter and looking at the earliest words on it, he knew that the letter from Bianjing had been on the road for twenty days.

After walking for a few minutes, I came to the side door of Hong Mansion, knocked on it, and a boy took the letter. The shop manager waited at the door for a while, and the boy came over with copper coins tied with a red string.

"Thank you, the shop manager. This is a reward from our eldest lady."

"Thank you for the reward."

The side door was closed, and the shop manager happily put the reward in his arms.

In Hong Mansion, the eldest daughter of the magistrate, whose surname was Peng, was the legitimate daughter of a distant relative of Marquis Fu'an. She and her younger sister were both married to scholars who had won Jinshi, but one was sent to Yangzhou and the other stayed in Bianjing.

On weekdays, I also write letters to learn about some interesting news and current affairs in Bianjing. I usually use the express delivery service in the delivery shop for official and personal use. However, at the end of the year, the Bianjing delivery shop is busy with letters and my official rank is not high enough, so I cannot use the express delivery service. I can use ordinary hand delivery.

Looking at the letters, most of them were anecdotes or scandals about wealthy officials in the capital, such as a civil servant in the Ministry of Revenue being reprimanded, a powerful official in the Ministry of Punishment having just been appointed, the granddaughter of Mr. Lu reaching the age to discuss marriage, and two or three incidents in the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion. , the son of the Duke of Korea and the Duke of Korea stayed in Qiyun Tower together, Marquis Yongyi rectified the Tianwu Army, and the last one is the sentence "Zhongqin", the Earl's Mansion took in a concubine who had performed in operas.

Mrs. Peng looked at the information in the letter and realized that the two things that had a greater relationship with Yangzhou were the Marquis of Yongyi and the Earl of Zhongqin's Mansion.

Rubbing the letter, Mrs. Peng thought in her mind that when she visited Sheng's house in the next few days, she would still have to say a few more words to Mrs. Sheng to express her respect for this chaste woman who had won the memorial arch.

The sister of Wang, the eldest daughter of Honshu Tongpan, is in Bianjing. She must have known that Earl Zhongqin’s palace had taken an opera singer as a concubine. I believe she will be quieter during this period and will not use her father to share the imperial temple. , her brother-in-law’s long-standing official connections in the family came to disparage the female relatives of her colleagues who she despised, and she continued to have a bad relationship with herself.

The magistrate and tongpan were colleagues, but ladies still compared their family background, natal family, and son-in-law.

At this time, a voice came from outside Mrs. Peng's house: "Mother? I'm back!"

Madam Peng's personal mother outside the house also shouted: "Madam, the third girl is back."

The Sanniang of the Hong family entered the room like a little general returning from victory.

"Sanniang, how is the poetry meeting?" Mrs. Peng grabbed a candied fruit from the table and asked.

"Of course it's fun. Today, your daughter and I have another poem about singing the wind, and I was ranked first in the poetry competition!" Miss Peng San said proudly, and picked up the letter from Bianjing on the table.

"You! I told you before I went that this was for the purpose of proposing a marriage proposal for the daughter of the family, and you went to win the jackpot! You are really disobedient." Mrs. Peng said.

"Mom, she is not good at poetry. What does it have to do with me?"

"Then the eldest daughter of the Sheng family has gone?" the eldest lady asked.

"Of course I went and wrote a passable poem, but lost to me."

"Think carefully about whether I have lost." Mrs. Peng said.

The girl said: "Hey, it's the same old trick of hiding one's clumsiness."

Because Hong Zhizhou was older than Sheng Hong, the third daughter was about the same age as Hua Lan. As the daughters of the top two powerful officials in Yangzhou, Peng San and Hua Lan were somewhat different.

However, Sheng Hualan was graceful, knowledgeable, and polite. She would not treat her differently because of her concubine, and she would not take away the host's grace at some poetry gatherings or tea tastings that were important to others, or ruin other people's affairs.

The behavior between Yangzhou noble girls is quite similar to that of her father Sheng Hong.

As for Miss Peng San, she has been pampered by her parents since she was a child. The most important thing is to differentiate between concubine and concubine. She rarely pays attention to the concubines from ordinary families when they talk to her.

Moreover, she loves to fight over the outcome when there are many people, and enjoy the expressions of surrender on the faces of many ladies.

As the legitimate daughter of Zhizhou, the daughters from other families naturally did not dare to disturb her elegance, and she behaved quite like Mrs. Peng when she was young.

Therefore, the status of the two girls is equal, but the number of friends among the daughters of officials and their families in Yangzhou is very different.

Seeing her daughter staring at the letter from Bianjing, Mrs. Peng told her: "Now that Marquis Yongyi has become a holy family member, and the eldest sister of the Sheng family has grown up before Mrs. Sheng, please don't spread this matter randomly!"

"I know, mother."

Miss Peng San's eyes moved, and she recognized the meaning of her mother's words.

She would not announce such things excitedly, otherwise she would be accused of being frivolous, so she would have to find a daughter who is not as hot-tempered as an official and has some disagreements with Sheng Hualan.

But there was no rush. It wouldn't be too late to pass the news on when she received the gift banquet, but at that time, she was severely humiliated to see if she could still pretend.

Thank you all for your love. The author who voted for the monthly vote wants to cry.

One is that I am moved, and the other is that I owe this chapter, how can I pay it back?

Painful and happy.

I can only do my best to code.

Thanks.

The author is writing the following chapters, and the idea is to write one chapter in the morning and three chapters in the evening.

Updates will be added from time to time.

In fact, this book is not a book that goes through the plot quickly.

Readers are anxious, understand, but go directly to Yangzhou, kill everyone, and save Wei Xiaoniang, okay, no more, just one sentence.

I think water can be used in idioms, but the author is trying his best to avoid having to explain it.

After all, a book is made up of plot bricks. The author should update as many as possible and save more!

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