At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Therefore, many families with daughters in Beijing are not in a hurry to get married, and they still stay at home even when they are seventeen or eighteen.

After all, the most promising people in the capital usually get married around thirty.

This person from the same family may dislike the girl's family. She is seventeen or eighteen years old and is a bit older.

The new scholar who has nothing in his career has his father-in-law to support him in the officialdom, so he will avoid many detours.

Even if you can't help, teaching some twists and turns in officialdom is better than crossing the river by feeling the stones, right?

For someone like Xie Mingli, let alone her father-in-law, the girl herself was very happy to see him.

"Hmph, you're always thinking about nepotism. I think the beating is in vain."

Si Yuandao snorted coldly. He always looked down on people who treated their daughters like commodities.

Yang Chengwu was afraid that he would think of sad things again, so he hurriedly coaxed him like a child: "Yes, yes, yes, aren't we Jinzhou and Jianglinghou here, come and have tea."

"Drinking tea is boring. Let's go dig some wine."

Si Yuandao waved his hand and took Yang Chengwu to find a hoe to dig out green plum wine.

When Xie Mingli came with a bowl of Yangchun white noodles, his sister was the only one left in the hall, her little head nodding off little by little.

Yes, after a long journey, we visited the east and west cities in succession.

The tall man felt it was a bit too much, not to mention his nine-year-old body.

"I was so excited when I was shopping, but now I dozed off."

Xie Mingli shook his head helplessly, put the noodles on the Eight Immortals table, and carried his sister back to her yard.

He sent someone to bring hot water, wiped her hands and face, covered her with a quilt, and then went out.

The mist and flowing jade are like stars.

When the palace tree bird was flying over the moon and heading west, the tower on the main gate of Daliang Palace rang the first morning bell.

In just a few breaths, he went up to the bell towers in the capital city and more than a hundred temples and Taoist temples, and followed them from the palace city outwards.

Then the street drums were beaten and the square doors were opened wide. The sound of bells intertwined with the sound of drums can wake up even a sleeping pig.

It was obvious that the disciples were not pigs. They all came to the central hall yawning. They couldn't sleep, but they were still sleepy.

By coincidence, Si Yuandao sent Yang Chengwu out. As the second-rank minister of the imperial court, Mr. Yang naturally wanted to go to court.

Si Yuandao himself wanted to go out of the city to attend to some personal matters.

When passing by the central hall, I looked at the young disciple squatting under the eaves with a resentful look on his face.

Immediately, he burst into ruthless ridicule. Yang Chengwu was puzzled. Si Yuandao replied: "The little boy has grown up and has been sleeping too much. I used to live in the countryside and there was no such thing as bells in the morning and drums in the evening."

Yang Chengwu had a look of understanding on his face, and ruthlessly poured another basin of cold water on him.

He said with a smile: "It's winter night now, and the gate to the city gate opens at quarter o'clock every day."

"Well, of course, you have to arrive at each department in time, otherwise it will be considered too late. No matter whether you are a high-ranking official or a small official, it is always not good to be late for the performance evaluation."

"Thank you, sir and uncle for your teachings." Xie Yuheng was about to cry but had no tears, so he stood up and bowed.

Yang Chengwu smiled and waved his hand, and continued walking out while talking to Si Yuandao.

Fortunately, Chongyifang is close to the Imperial City, otherwise it would be really difficult to go to court or have a meal every day.

Obviously, this is the message that Yang Chengwu wants to convey to all the disciples. Although Si Yuandao has also said it, he still has no personal experience to truly feel it.

For example, Xie Zhuqing and Xie Lin, one is married and the other is engaged.

It's okay to live in someone else's house for a short time, but what's wrong with living in someone else's house for a long time?

Xie Zhushu quietly walked to his sister's side and muttered: "I just said that it is not good to marry young. Fortunately, we are not married. We can continue to follow the head of the family shamelessly in the future."

Xie Yunhua glanced at him and turned away silently. Xie Zhuqing's eye knife stabbed directly into Xie Zhushu's body.

Xie Zhushu did not get married young, but he felt that he was not far away from 'dying young'.

After some commotion, the boys and girls stepped out of the door with the last wave of drums.

Although Shangjing City is divided into east and west cities, there are still various businesses in this square.

I found a shop with a roaring fire, ordered a bowl of buns, and had a steaming bowl of noodle soup on this cold spring morning. It was so refreshing.

After eating the steamed buns, I went to Yiliangzhou Granny’s to buy some meat buns. The bun skin is crispy and the meat filling is generous and fresh. It is truly delicious.

Being able to eat authentic delicacies from different places like this can be done in the ancient capital of Beijing. Oh no, Gangneung will be able to do it soon too.

After eating and drinking, it’s time to get down to business. Zi'an came to the door and checked into the imperial city.

The servants led them to the Ministry of Etiquette to submit the documents, and officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs were on hand to verify the information on each person's household registration. Only after confirming that it was correct was Chunwei's name reported.

Coming out of the Imperial City, there is still some time before the market opens at noon. The group went to Banzhengfang again. There are many temples here and it is a favorite place for Chinese scholars in Beijing.

"As expected of...a place where literati and poets hang out."

Xie Zhiyi looked at a huge stone covered with poems and was stunned.

She also didn't want to act too much like a farmer, because this was something Jiangling didn't have.

There are inscriptions on the walls in Jiangling, but those "white walls" are made of wooden boards that are removable after painting. When the inscriptions are full, a new one is replaced.

How could he be so heartless and crazy that he wouldn't even let go of stones?

Xie Yuheng looked away from the back of the notice board and asked for pen and ink when looking for his face.

Pour out the ink from the bamboo tube, dip your pen in the ink, leave four golden words on the back of the board, and leave with satisfaction.

Xu Lu hooked Xie Zhushu's shoulder and read out the words on the board while nibbling the candied haws he bought on the way.

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Then there was another person's handwriting, "Don't bully the young and poor!"

Someone answered, "Don't bully the poor!"

The last four big characters with still wet ink - "The dead are the greatest!"

Xu Lu and Xie Zhushu: Just read the word "..." and say nothing.

Seeing that his younger brother had a strange look on his face, Xie Yunhua also raised his skirt slightly and stepped forward, then left silently.

Well, the head of the house is still young, so it is normal for him to play pranks, which is in line with the nature of a child.

After Xie Yuheng and his entourage all left, a man in rich clothes who had been peeping for a long time came out of the nearby temple.

When I got behind the notice board and took a look, I heard the long-lasting squawking of geese next to the temple.

After the goose crowed, the man used both arms to remove the notice board.

Hehe, carry him directly into the palace at night. Let the imperial brother see what kind of character the little brat he chose has.

After noon, Xie Yuheng and his party went to the West Market.

There are many bookstores and book stalls in the West Market, and there are many Three Tombs and Five Classics that are not available outside. Although they may be incomplete copies, they are still a feast for the eyes of readers.

As people flow into the city, shouts and hawking can be heard all the time, and some even go directly to the streets to solicit customers.

Fang escaped from the enthusiastic little arms and heard the noise in front of him.

"Who doesn't know that among the eight great families in Beijing, only four are left now?"