Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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The winter sun is not too warm.

But as long as there is sunshine, my mood will be better.

Mianmian helps her father organize books in his study room.

Books are an important resource. There was a carriage loaded with books all the way to Beijing.

The express delivery industry at this time was not developed enough, otherwise it would be more convenient to arrange express delivery for books and other items.

Because express delivery is underdeveloped and transportation is inconvenient, I bring only carefully selected books.

Or more importantly, use your brain to remember.

Dad's study is quite big.

Probably because Uncle He had seen the imperial censor's suite in Jingzhou and decorated his father's study in that style, with a wall of bookcases.

Dad just arranged the books on the bookcase.

When it comes to packing things, my father has no talent and is a bit slow.

Because he often takes out a book and flips through it, then sits down and flips through it again.

Progress is greatly reduced.

But flipping through books is also fun.

Mian Mian quilt's father called him to stay and help with the work.

Although Mianmian didn't like to endorse books, she could understand them and put them into categories one by one for her father.

Modern people have too many channels to acquire knowledge and do not like to memorize it. Ancient people had few channels to acquire knowledge and wanted to memorize every book.

Mianmian found that there were also a bunch of books about Yin Yang and Bagua. She didn’t expect that her father still believed this and actually liked reading such books.

There are also many books on traditional Chinese medicine. There is one "Annotation of Herbal Medicine", the author is signed by Changtian layman.

At first glance, I knew it was my dad's vest.

It's quite fun to name yourself a layman.

Jiang Mianmian wondered if she should write a book.

If the book written at this time is to be published, it seems that there is no need to buy an ISBN.

The main limitation is printing and paper.

Jiang Changtian would always get a book, which he hadn't read for a long time. Suddenly, when he opened it, he felt a bit of memory and a bit of enlightenment.

He closed the book and looked at the little girl who was busy putting books away.

"Mianmian, what do you want to do when you get to the capital?"

"Being a man with your tail between your legs?" Jiang Mianmian replied tentatively.

Jiang Changtian: 6.

There must be something wrong with education.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that what the little girl said is true.

A fifth-grade Sima, an official who rebels against thieves and recruits peace, is not just a little ant at the bottom of the capital.

There are officials of one, two, three or four grades above.

There are also various royal relatives and nobles.

Their only relative in the capital now is their in-law Lao Meng.

The imperial court values ​​civility over military affairs, so the in-laws should also be doing well.

He went to the Meng family and found that there was no clique for personal gain at all. This showed two problems, either the in-laws were too upright, or the in-laws were excluded.

Jiang Changtian, who always speculates on people with the greatest malice, thinks it should be the second type.

The Meng family was excluded from the center of power.

But to be an official, you have to work upwards, you have to collaborate, you have to form a party, you have to have a stand.

Pure minister, straight minister, just because others don't let you play, you have to become the emperor's sword.

Being a sword is impersonal.

Another example is He Yushi who confiscated the house...

It's also a big knife.

After Jiang Changtian reasoned with this, he realized that something was wrong. The officials he had good relations with in the DPRK and China were all swordsmen.

Two knives.

But he was still related, and San'er finally entered the palace.

If he guessed correctly, the popular man beside the emperor now, Eunuch Yan Wenxinyan, was San'er.

But there has been no correspondence, and Jiang Changtian is not sure.

Let’s talk about it later when we have a chance to meet.

When you first come to the capital, you should really keep your tail between your legs.

It's just that when these words came out of my daughter's mouth, it felt so strange.

Jiang Changtian somewhat understood Xia Mei's mood of wanting to beat the child.

His hands were also a little itchy.

Seeing my daughter's smiling face, I couldn't bear to leave.

With Mianmian's help, Jiang Changtian's efficiency in organizing the study was greatly improved, and the books were put into categories.

Auntie over there asked someone to eat.

Regardless of the neighboring courtyard that is connected to the backyard, the small courtyard of my own house is actually quite cozy.

It's convenient to eat.

It was a simple meal for lunch, and the cook from Jingzhou also came with me, so the taste was familiar.

Noodle.

There don’t seem to be many noodles eaters in Beijing.

Mianmian's taste now follows that of her family, and she also likes to eat noodles.

"I feel like the water here is wrong, the noodles are not strong and not that delicious." Qin Luoxia complained.

"When the dignitaries here drink water, they go to Qingquan Mountain outside the city to get it. The water costs money. It is said that many people spend money to buy water. Those nobles feel that there are too many people in the city and the water is turbid. It tastes good, especially when making tea, you need to use mountain spring water." Jiang Feng said.

Although Qin Luoxia has followed her husband and became Mrs. Jiang for a long time, she is still surprised about spending money to buy water. If she has such a mountain in her family, wouldn't she be able to live without food? As long as there is water, she will have money and can pass on the inheritance. For generations.

"Whose family does Qingquan Mountain belong to?" Qin Luoxia asked curiously.

"Qingquan Mountain belongs to the royal family. The money should have been collected by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Jiang Quanzhi Changtian answered the question.

Mianmian thought to herself, it's not surprising, in the future, people will have to buy water to drink, but this mountain spring water is used to make tea... Inexplicably, it feels like an arrow shot many years ago, and today, many years later, it hit her head.

What a great injustice.

"Then let's buy a bucket and try it tomorrow." Qin Luoxia is a local follower. She thought that if her husband makes tea, he might use that kind of water.

Thinking about it this way, the capital cost is a bit high.

A lot of savings have been spent on this house.

The two yards next door have not yet been completed.

He can't let his big brother spend money every day. Some money should be given to him.

My husband should be looking for a new official position when he comes to the capital. I heard from Brother Zhi that benefits are also offered when seeking an official position.

The capital is much darker than the local area.

The family talked and finished lunch.

There is no lunch break.

There is another important thing today.

Go and worship Zilu.

Jiang Mianmian actually still doesn't know what to do.

Because she received a letter from Zi Xiaochong alone, Zi Xiaochong asked her to help take care of the turtle he raised.

Then he looked very sad.

No one else can comfort this kind of emotion.

Every word seemed pale and feeble.

She didn't even know how to reply.

The weather is fine.

There is an endless stream of people going out of the city for an outing.

At the foot of Yanshan Mountain, there is a green lawn. It is not flat, but a large slope, and you can roll down from the top of the lawn.

There are rivers.

There is no ice in winter, and the water trickles and makes a sweet sound.

In fact, it was already evening when we left the city.

When the sunset fills the sky.

It was at this time that Mianmian met her childhood friend again.

He stood in front of the cemetery, wearing a white robe, with long black hair tied up in the front, and the ends of his hair and the hem of his clothes were gently fluttering in the wind.

"The young master is like no other in the world, and strangers are like jade."

There are two more lines in this poem.

"We cannot live together in the same world, but we hope to return to the same land."

Seeing the unique and gentle handsome guy in the world, although they cannot be born at the same time, I hope they can be buried in the same place after death.

The pragmatism and romance of the ancients.

When I saw the handsome guy, I even thought about the cemetery.

In my memory, the five or six-year-old boy didn't like to talk, was very serious, a bit pretentious, and probably lacked love. He liked his mother-in-law, and his eyes wandered around her body.

Now he is a handsome young man, a teenager, very tall, like his father.

Not fat, just taller.

very beautiful.

Zi Lu is a man with a big beard, suave and bold, like the leader of Jianghu, Xiao Feng's chic.

Zi Congheng was very clean and beautiful, with very cold eyes.

In the eyes of Jiang Mianmian, who looks at his father every day, when he sees Zi Congheng again, he thinks he is very beautiful.

Very rare.

Fortunately.

My childhood friend has grown up and is no longer crippled, and looks even better.

Zi looked back at Mianmian from the side.

They wrote letters.

not much.

In just a few words, I always felt that her life was very vivid and exciting.

He remembered her as a beautiful, fat little girl.

Now, she has grown up, a graceful lady, walking slowly.

The pace was just as he thought, a bit fast.

Likes to trot.

She almost ran over.

stand in front of him.

Relatively speechless.

Mianmian stretched out her hand.

Zi Congheng was stunned for a moment and also stretched out his hand.

Her hand held his.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

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