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

The young man sitting at the wonton stall, wearing a dark green round-neck robe, was busy cooking when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Looking back in surprise, he couldn't help but stood up excitedly and shouted: "Xiao Yuheng."

The people around him raised eyebrows, and they were mainly shocked by the pile of bowls on the small case next to the young man...

After everyone exchanged greetings, Xie Mingcheng boldly took his order, "Boss, each person's bowl of wontons must be served with sesame oil."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The wonton sellers were an old couple, and there were several big bones rolling in a steaming big pot.

The old woman making wontons was so quick that only an afterimage was left.

Xie Zhushu looked at the pile of bowls and marveled: "Mingcheng, you are really edible."

Xie Mingli frowned slightly, fixed Xiao Yuheng's messy hair, and slept in the carriage overnight. Then he asked: "But there isn't enough food in there?"

"Enough is enough, just..." Xie Mingcheng burped several times in a row and drank two bowls of crude tea soup to stop himself.

After taking a breath, he continued: "It's a bit unpalatable. I ate fried bayberry...lentils for more than half a month."

Now he feels like vomiting when he sees bayberry and lentils...

Si Yuandao stroked his goat's beard and said with a smile: "Xu collected what the surrounding farmers couldn't sell. There were too many and we had to make it into vegetables."

Chang He looked up at the sky speechlessly. When I followed His Majesty to conquer the world, my lord was responsible for military rations and other matters... I had stir-fried cabbage with oranges, and it still leaves a deep impression on me.

Xu Lu was waving two bamboo chopsticks in his hand and said in confusion: "Since we can't sell them, why not turn the bayberries into wine or make preserves?"

The boss served two bowls of wontons and said, "Young Master is dressed like a rich man. How can sugar be wasted in making wine?"

"It's okay if it works, but what if it doesn't work..." The old man shook his head and went back to serve the wontons.

Young Master Xu, who did not know the sufferings of the world, touched his nose in embarrassment.

The wontons have thin skins, plenty of fillings, and a delicious taste.

With the hot air blowing on his face, Xie Yuheng stirred the spoon so that the temperature of the wontons would drop faster.

His thoughts turned several somersaults and drifted to the sky.

Jingzhou has the most professional scholars in Daliang, but they all focus on involution studies. The occasional exchanges between colleges are mostly about tea, fruit and snacks.

Unlike those literati and poets in Yangzhou who love to recite poems and write poems. There must be wine at every banquet, mostly fruit wine and sake.

The wine container will be easily broken if it travels over land, but it will be much safer if it travels along the Yangtze River waterway.

I wonder if the Qi family is interested in doing this business.

......

In the Xiangyun Restaurant, there is a private room on the second floor.

Liang Jiang leaned against the window and looked at the wonton stall diagonally opposite, with complicated eyes.

He considered himself to be quite knowledgeable and could not lose to a five-year-old child.

But he didn't just lose once... On the day of the April Mansion Examination List, Linyuan City was busy preparing for floods.

He actually read Xie Yuheng's answer sheet and manuscript paper carefully many times.

Among them, the seven-character test poem Qingming is the most wonderful. There is no trace on the manuscript paper, and it looks like it was written by mouth.

Not to mention the two sentences: "The east wind drizzles, and the remaining mud falls, and the mountains and rivers are covered with flowers and lush grass."

Nowadays, it can be said that all the students in the city regard it as the best, and it is passed down by word of mouth, and they will take it out and appreciate it at every banquet.

A man joked: "Junior Brother Liang, I've been waiting for a long time. Is there anything interesting going on in the market?"

Qi Feng leaned over, looked in the direction of Liang Jiang, curled his lips and said:

"I thought it was Brother Liang who was looking at someone's beautiful young lady, and he was so fascinated. It turned out to be the sick young lady Tinghou."

"Oh? But it's Xie Yuheng, the head of Wuling's office." The man seemed to be interested as well, and walked to the window to look out.

Liang Jiang chuckled and gave up his position. He leaned against the wooden wall with his arms folded, and said with a look of disdain: "The boy in red is Xie Yuheng, and he is also senior brother Xiao Sanyuan's opponent."

His "good senior brother" Zuo Jia was the head of the government examinations in the three counties of Changsha, Lingling and Guiyang.

As for the prefectural case leaders of the remaining two counties in Jingzhou, they did not obtain the title of case leaders during the county examination and are not within the scope of the competition for Xiao Sanyuan.

Zuo Jiawei narrowed his narrow eyes, but still couldn't see clearly, so he had no choice but to return to his seat.

He shook his head and said: "Junior brother was trampled on by such a kid. It's really getting better with each passing day."

Zuo Jia lowered his head to drink tea and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Liang Jiang is arrogant, but there is no way he can't win a small county trial in the capital. It seems that this kid does have a lot of skills.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Liang Jiang's eyes, and he forced a smile on his lips. Said: "Senior brother, Xiao Sanyuan will be like picking out things from a bag."

Zuo Jia gave a faint hum and carefully looked through the book of spring breeze ladies handed over by Qi Feng.

It's not as good as Yangzhou's skinny horse, so it's okay to make do with it.

Seeing this, Liang Jiang licked his lips. Outsiders still don’t know the changes in Jiangling City in the past few months.

As a Jiangling person, he knew everything. Even his father said that Qinghe Tinghou was playing a big game. If it became Jiangling...

Sure enough, it was the right choice to bring this idiot Qi Feng with us.

I hope that senior brother will enjoy the gentle village and feel the feeling of being stepped on by children, hahaha.

After Zuo Jia chose Hua Niang, the three of them walked downstairs.

From the Xiangyun pastry shop next door, the aroma of lotus cakes comes out.

“Freshly baked lotus cakes, don’t miss it if you pass by.”

Zuo Jia's heart moved slightly and his steps paused.

Xiangyun Lotus Cake is famous far and near, and is also widely circulated in the circle of candidates. It is known as one of the must-try delicacies in Wuling County.

Then I heard the waiter shouting: "The lotus cakes that Marquis Xie Ting raved about after eating them, come and buy them."

Zuo Jia sneered, unfolded his folding fan, held his head high and continued walking forward. road:

"Everyone loves those lotus cakes and chestnut cakes. I think the dragon's beard cakes are worthy of eating."

Qi Feng nodded like garlic, saying yes again and again.

The waiter at the pastry shop looked at the three of them as if they were fools. How could he be so mad and unlucky?

He cursed in a low voice: "His grandma must be mentally ill."

......

"Man is yang, ghosts are yin; land is yang, water is yin."

"So, during the Lantern Festival, lanterns are set up on land, while during the Hungry Ghost Festival, lanterns are set up on water."

Si Yuandao led a group of children to watch the lively Linyuan Ghost Festival party while explaining and imparting knowledge to them.

"Sir, why can the Hungry Ghost Festival also be called the Obon Festival?" Xie Zhushu carefully avoided the incense burning by people on the street.

Si Yuandao touched his goatee and explained: "The left and right are just the names of the Buddhist and Taoist families. The Bon Festival is the name of the Buddhist family."

Suzaku stood on Xie Mingcheng's shoulder and nodded its head. The bird learned new knowledge today!

The inland river in the city is brightly lit on both sides.

The willow branches sway in the wind, like the departed soul gently comforting the living relatives.

There were a lot of people here, so Xie Mingli held on to his little sister. Bending slightly, Wen Yan asked, "Are you going to put out river lanterns?"

Rong Shi, who was following behind him, always felt that something was wrong. Was his job being robbed?

"Okay." Xie Yuheng nodded obediently.

Jiang Ling didn't have the habit of putting up river lanterns. After she took a closer look, Jiang Ling would have one next year too!