The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, every household is looking forward to New Year's Eve.

For a time, from the suburbs to the inner city, spring cleaning could be seen everywhere, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles. Children felt that they had grown one year older, and the elderly felt that they had survived another year.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the capital is too big, and the rich are living in luxury while the poor are freezing to death on the streets. During the Chinese New Year, even people living in the suburbs will more or less prepare bacon to welcome the New Year.

"Sister Xu, this piece of meat is good this time. It looks delicious." Wang from the suburbs looked at Sister Xu in the yard next door holding a piece of excellent bacon and preparing to chop it.

Xu's wrinkled face rarely smiled: "This year, Gouzi's father insisted on buying some bacon for the New Year. Sister, come to our house for dinner tonight!"

Wang was full of envy: "If you ask me, Sister Xu, you are the most blessed one in our area! Gouzi's father is both down-to-earth and capable. He must have made a lot this year."

Xu didn't respond: "It's all about making a living."

In the courtyard by the lake, Madam Fan and Madam He had already led the maids to clean the courtyard. Now they just needed to cut some paper-cuts to paste on the windows, which would look good.

Yang Qi had been reading for a long time in the house, and her eyes felt a little uncomfortable, so she put on a cloak that Xu had just made for her and prepared to go to Houhu to rest for a while. Because it was the New Year, all the things Xu bought for Yang Qi were bright red, and Yang Qi thought these colors looked festive and liked them too.

During this period, when Yang Qi was tired of reading, she would prune the back lake. After a period of time, the back lake was much neater than before. The headband for the old lady was just a little short of finishing, and Yang Qi took the embroidery and prepared to finish it in one go.

When it was lunch time, Mother He arranged all the dishes sent from the big kitchen. Today's lunch was braised pork.

Yang Qi looked at the meat on the plate and asked Mother He, "Mother He, I wonder if Zong Yue can have a meal of meat now?"

Mother He thought about it. All she smelled was the aroma of herbs when she went to Guangming Pharmacy these days. Although Zong Yue's coat was clean, it was too small and didn't fit him. Under such circumstances, how could Zong Yue be willing to spend money to buy meat? "Miss, I think Zong Yue would not be willing to buy meat."

Yang Qi put down his chopsticks and said, "Mother He, I am now the host of Zong Yue. It is New Year's Day, so I have to buy him some New Year's goods."

After a pause, Yang Qi continued, "A few days ago, my second sister's farm sent a lot of New Year goods, and my second sister also sent some over. Mother He, go pick some and send the good meat to Zong Yue."

Yang Qi spoke, and He Mama responded and retreated. He Mama looked at the meat sent by the second young lady and found it was very good. She had originally planned to give it to the young lady to nourish her body.

The Caoshi market was always bustling, but on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, most of the shops were closed. Zong Yue had no intention of closing his shop for the New Year, as all his relatives had died in that terrible plague. It was New Year's Day, and other medical clinics and pharmacies in the capital were closed, so he opened his own shop, firstly in case there was business, and secondly, if someone was really sick, there would be a place to see a doctor, and illness would not be divided by day.

Mother He took a basket filled with a piece of pork. Along the way, the grass market was quiet, and the Guangming Pharmacy, the only shop open, seemed a little quiet and lonely.

When she walked into the shop, Mother He saw Zong Yue reading a medical book very seriously. Mother He looked at Zong Yue who was reading seriously and felt that he looked a bit like the young lady when she was reading.

After clearing her throat, Mother He raised the basket in her hand and said, "Zong Yue."

Zong Yue was shocked to see He Mama appear in the shop at this time: "He Mama, why are you in the shop today?" Then, he took the basket from He Mama's hand. Zong Yue just wanted to help He Mama hold it.

Mother He smiled and said, "The young lady was worried about you being alone, so she asked me to send you some meat for the New Year."

Zong Yue really didn't expect that Mother He came here because the young lady asked her to send some food: "Thank you, young lady. It's troublesome for you to make this trip during the New Year."

Holding the meat, Zong Yue felt the care he hadn't felt for a long time. Ever since his master and grandmaster passed away, Zong Yue felt like a wandering soul in this world, and only his determination to overturn the verdict for his grandmaster kept him going.

After rushing no matter how hard they tried, Yang Qing and Yang Yao returned home on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month despite the heavy snow.

Yang Qi was practicing calligraphy in the house, with a heater lit by He's mother next to him. Although the temperature outside was very low, it was still quite warm in the house.

After Jing Shan informed Yang Qi outside, she flicked the snow outside and went into the house. Jing Shan was just outside the house, and she was cold, so she didn't dare to get close to Yang Qi: "Miss, the eldest and fourth young masters returned home at the same time."

Yang Qi didn't stop writing: "I understand."

Jing Shan hesitated for a while: "Miss, don't you want to go and take a look?"

Yang Qi smiled slightly, and Jing Shan's thoughts became more and more obvious: "It will naturally pass after it is done."

Jing Shan responded and retreated.

After writing a piece of calligraphy silently, Yang Qi washed the pen and hung it on the pen holder. The Shanlian Lake pen given by Yang Lan was indeed as good as its reputation. It was indeed much smoother to write with it. Yang Qi looked at the dripping pen and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was true that you get what you pay for. Only Yang Lan had a lot of such good things.

Yang Qi had no intention of going to the Shi'an Hospital or Shangwu to look for his eldest brother and fourth brother. Now that the old lady was ill and could not come out, he should not join in the fun. Besides, his eldest brother and fourth brother would naturally visit him after they were done with their work.

Yang Qi picked up the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine on the desk and started reading it again. Yang Qi had already finished reading this book once, but he wanted to read it a few more times so that he could understand it more deeply. No matter what you learn, you have to lay a solid foundation. Only after you have read these basic books thoroughly can you understand the notes left by your grandfather.

Yang Qi's prediction was correct. Yang Qing had received a letter from Xu a long time ago, and learned that her grandmother was angry about her uncle's remarriage and was so angry that she claimed to be ill and could not go out. Yang Qing saw Yang Yao on the road and explained the whole thing to her younger brother.

After returning to the mansion, Yang Qing and Yang Yao washed up and went to pay their respects to the old lady first. Yang Qing and Yang Yao's visit also gave the old lady a reason to "recover from illness", so she could naturally attend the banquet at home tomorrow.

After leaving the upper room, Yangqing and his brother went to see Xu again. Xu had been looking forward to having these two sons. Her husband was an official in another place, and her two sons were not at home all year round. In the second branch of the Duke of Song's mansion, only Xu was at home.

Xu looked at Yang Qing and Yang Yao, and couldn't help shedding tears: "Okay, it's good that you're back. My son has grown up during this time away!"