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

The evening clouds have gone away, and the pale sky is covered with glass.

A river of autumn water reflects the dusk sky. The autumn mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are still welcoming people.

There are three clusters of reeds with leaves clinging to the water, and four pairs of reeds shuttle among them. The reeds on the high branches sway and shine gently under the sunset.

Five birds spread their wings and flew together, passing six or seven private houses with green walls and black tiles that were dimly reflected in the sunset.

Outside the eight-door Xie family ancestral temple, 90% of the people in Qinghe village craned their necks to look in. The scene was very lively.

With Xie Yuheng as the head, the direct branches of the Xie family follow, and the side branches stand in different positions depending on their relationship.

I saw Yu Heng, the head of the Xie family, with haircut like a knife and eyebrows like an ink painting. Wearing a crimson woven gold-white round-collar robe, an eleven-ring gold quilt belt around the waist, and a two-color Wenchang knot on the right side, embellished with long tassels of flying bird ruby.

The last stick of incense burned out in the red copper chi beast stove with two ears and three legs. Chen Qiu took the imperial edict from the incense table and a gong sounded.

Everyone lifted up their robes and knelt down, and their movements were uniform, without the need for guidance from the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette.

"The emperor is destined to be blessed by heaven, and the edict says: I am the Marquis of Ting, Xie family Yuheng in Qinghe. He is talented, has a keen eye for pearls, and has repeatedly offered his treasures. His merits will last for thousands of years."

"I am very relieved. I asked the officials to reconsider the reward and was granted the title of Marquis of Jiangling County, with a settlement of 3,000 households and 1,000 acres of fertile land."

"Reward: Kirin Brocade Clothes, Golden Crown and Jade Belt. Hundreds of Frosted Paper Knives, Jiaozhou Purple Sand Kirin Blessing Duan Inkstone, Sapphire Lotus Wash, a Pair of Cloisonné Enamel He Qing Hai Yan Candlesticks..."

After half a cup of tea.

Listening to Chen Qiu's increasingly hoarse voice, Si Yuandao's knees felt sore.

I thought to myself: Where did your majesty go to make a fortune and fill the treasury? When will the palace be built in another place?

"Drop a drop from the sapphire boat-shaped inkstone. I admire this!" Chen Qiu felt his mouth was dry and his throat was showing signs of smoke.

As soon as Chen Qiu finished speaking, Xie Yuheng's spirit was lifted. His powers were upgraded again after nearly six years, and there seemed to be strange movements in the treasure pavilion in the space.

"Marquis Jiangling, please accept the order."

Chen Qiu smiled and looked at Xie Yuheng, who was lost in thought. After all, he was still a child.

Your Majesty has been scolding the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate in the court for several days because of the little guy's reputation as a county prince.

Xie Yuheng came to his senses and smiled gratefully at Chen Qiu. He took the imperial edict with both hands and said, "My lord, thank you Lord for your kindness!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

After all the people shouted long live, they followed Xie Yuheng and stood up. Everyone's heart was filled with excitement, and their excitement was beyond words.

But here, after Chen Qiu completed his mission, he didn't even bother to accept the purse given by the Xie family.

I quickly found a pot of herbal tea, picked up kuku and poured it into my mouth. After drinking it like a whale sucking a cow, I felt that my throat felt better.

He raised his hand to roughly wipe away the water stains on his lips, and turned around to see Xue Kuan and a child muttering something unknown.

Xie Yuheng, who had paid the imperial edict, came over and followed Chen Qiu's line of sight. Xue Kuan was wearing a blue official robe with a round collar and embroidered herons, which made him stand out among the crowd.

But he said that the child was the child of Xie Ru, the Xie family's daughter who married back to the village.

His surname is Liu and his given name is Qi'an. He is Xie Hu's cousin.

He is a well-behaved person, completely opposite to his cousin, and has eight hundred tricks.

Watching the two of them leave the ancestral hall, Xie Yuheng clasped his thumb between his belt and clothes. Looking at Chen Qiu with a pair of starry eyes, it means: Are you sure there is no problem.

Chen Qiu's eyes widened: "Don't worry, I told you, don't worry, why don't you little kid believe it..."

Looking at the two people in the ancestral temple wearing official uniforms, staring at each other with big eyes. Mrs. Guo curled her lips and felt a soreness in her throat.

Then, he pulled Wang Po aside and spit out the sour water, and whispered: "Old sister, this Xie family is really lucky. Just buy a sweet potato from a foreign businessman and become a county prince, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk." "

Mrs. Guo was speechless, and she couldn't help but hold Mrs. Wang's hand a little harder.

"You don't understand this. Luck is also a kind of strength. It's not like some people who wander the streets every day and never buy a green potato or a blue potato."

Wang Po pulled her hand out forcefully and rolled her eyes at her. I held up the plum blossom gold hairpin that my good daughter-in-law bought for me.

Seeing that Mrs. Guo was even more jealous, she secretly sighed in her heart: It's not crooked, so help me. As if afraid that no one can see it, someone's good son will marry into his wife.

Besides, her two sons are just wandering around, and they haven’t spent a single copper from anyone else. One day they will find a treasure who will be crowned a marquis and prime minister.

After all, considering that there were people from the Xie clan around her, Mrs. Guo snorted coldly, flicked her handkerchief, and left angrily.

It gets dark very quickly in late autumn, but in just two cups of tea, it's almost dark.

The Chang Geng star hung high in the sky, and the group headed towards Xie's house under the moonlight.

The accompanying officials put their hands in each other's sleeves to block part of the cold wind.

A man wearing the same style of official robe as Xue Kuan, his probing eyes fell on the mud spots on Xue Kuan's robe.

The man opened his mouth to express concern, but thought of the relationship between Xue Kuan and Mr. Chen, as well as Xue Kuan's straighter temper than a military attaché, he closed his mouth again.

He just silently quickened his pace and went to Xie's Academy tomorrow. After seeing the rumored sweet-scented osmanthus that blooms all year round, he applied to Mr. Chen to live in Jiangling Inn.

As soon as I entered Xie's house, the aroma of various foods penetrated my nose.

After being busy for most of the day, the officials, who were already hungry, began to make music in their stomachs. The cooing sound would put a hen that had just laid an egg to shame.

The dishes on the table are rich but not extravagant. They are all common ingredients, but the methods are quite new.

Chen Qiu finished chewing a mutton chop, placed it on a high platform made of mutton chop bones, and burped.

He came closer to the cute baby who was still nibbling, and asked: "How long can this rolled cake from your college last?"

Xie Yuheng thought for a while and shook his head to express that he didn't know.

Uncle, I have a blind spot in knowledge. It’s a good question. Please don’t ask again next time.

Xie Tingjiang, who had been paying attention to his daughter, looked tipsy. He put down his wine cup and blurted out: "The chicken cake can be stored for about three days, but the Swiss roll can only be stored for one or two days before it will taste bad."

"Thank you, Brother Tingjiang, for clearing up the confusion."

Chen Qiu cupped his hands in front of Xie Tingjiang and sighed in his heart. It seems that His Majesty will not be able to eat this delicacy. Alas.

With this in mind, Chen Qiu picked up the chopsticks again and carefully picked up a piece of Swiss roll and put it into the bowl.

It doesn't matter, he can describe it to His Majesty, Qiu is a considerate personal attendant!

Xie Tingjiang seemed to understand what Chen Qiu meant, but this recipe belonged to his daughter, and he couldn't give it away directly beyond Xiao Yuheng. He turned sideways and continued pouring and drinking with Si Yuandao.

After the meal, each maid and servant brought tea.

This time the chef, Yu Qingyin, was also among the servants collecting the dishes. As a cook, it is very gratifying to see that there are not many dishes and dishes left.

Xie Yuheng wiped away the remaining water stains after washing his hands on the hand towel. His eyes caught Yu Qingyin, who had specially painted ugly makeup on her face, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qingyin."

Yu Qingyin, who was dressed in coarse cloth and plain clothes, had a yellow face and a freckle between her nose. He replied: "Where are you, it's not hard to do what you're supposed to do."