The peasant boy of crossing

Li Xinyi finally held down the chicken wings, ready to cut.

Before using the knife, he sharpened the knife for a long time, and only after confirming that it was sharp enough did he move his hand.

However, because he didn't grasp the strength well, the chicken's neck was accidentally cut off by him, and the blood of the chicken was scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the chicken feathers and blood floating on the ground, Li Xinyi sighed, scooped up a few spoonfuls of hot water, and began to pluck the chicken feathers.

Pull off the long ones and the short ones.

And the short chicken feathers are particularly difficult to pull out. Li Xinyi irritablely poured another spoonful of hot water. The hot air was filled with a fishy smell, and his hands were red from the soak.

Although his movements were still nimble, it would take about lunch time until the whole chicken was cleaned up, from the internal organs to the chicken blood.

Fortunately, Uncle Zheng saved him.

They are all "swift", but there is a difference. Li Xinyi looked at Uncle Zheng's almost three or two slaps, then removed the chicken feathers, and then started to deal with the chicken feet.

Li Xinyi almost respectfully handed the broken chicken head to Uncle Zheng, and with three or two strokes, the feathers and comb on the chicken head were finished.

Li Xinyi admired it very much, picked up the chicken feathers on the ground, washed away the wasted chicken blood, and followed Uncle Zheng all the way to the kitchen while saying compliments.

In fact, he wanted to cook this bowl of chicken soup by himself, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to buy ingredients early in the morning.

Today is the thirteenth day, Wu Su and the others will be back at noon.

It's a pity that since Uncle Zheng took over the chicken, he couldn't even get a chicken head.

No, he still handed over the chicken head.

Li Xinyi numbly stuffed firewood into the stove, he felt that as a layman, he was probably not qualified to take over the chicken.

When Li Xinyi was young, her family was poor and she seldom ate meat.

Later, I earned some money and was able to eat meat, but the hen that laid eggs was reluctant to kill, unless there were guests or during festivals.

It's just that Li's mother never asked Li Xinyi to help kill the chicken together, basically just holding the chicken's wings, she can be as neat as Uncle Zheng.

So in fact, killing chickens is not a matter of too high a threshold.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the shops on the market are very lively, selling new wine, crab claws, and of course pomegranates, pears, and chestnuts.

Li Xinyi bought some, even if she didn't eat it herself, she could give it away.

They have been quarreling in the other courtyard for nearly a month, and the presents that should be given to the master's house are also indispensable.

Wu Su and the others are busy with scientific research, and Li Xinyi can only think about these things by herself.

Mr. Zhao, Guanshi Liu, the housekeeper in the other courtyard, and the buyer and cook who have been taking care of them all have to give a copy.

Li Xinyi was a little worried, could she give some seasonal food to the old people in other courtyards, new wine and moon cakes to Liu Guanshi, and what gift to Mr. Zhao?

At noon, Wu Su and the others all came.

Li Xinyi went to the kitchen to bring chicken soup. There were several Qi-invigorating medicines in the soup, which were neutralized with the smell of mushrooms. He had tasted it beforehand, but he could hardly taste the medicine.

But only almost.

Lin Yujin was the first to taste it.

"What's in it? Why do I think it smells like medicine?"

Li Xinyi explained: "I added a little astragalus."

Jiao Ruoliu said: "Is there any? I haven't tasted it yet."

Li Xinyi said absent-mindedly: "I left it a little while cooking, but it's already taken out."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days." Li Xinyi said, "how shall we spend it?"

Only then did Lin Yujin realize: "Today is already August [-]th, and we won't be able to go back during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Jiao Ruoliu said: "I heard that on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, you can swim around the West Lake to enjoy the moon."

Li Xinyi asked: "Don't you need to be banned at night?"

Jiao Ruoliu said: "There is no need for Mid-Autumn Festival, the Su Causeway is very lively."

Li Xinyi looked at Wu Su: "A Su, are you going?"

After Wu Su finished drinking the last bit of soup in the bowl, he raised his head and said, "Well, let's go together."

Li Xinyi said: "Then I will prepare some snacks and new wine for you."

Taking dry food for the last two days, Wu Su and the others quickly returned to the examination room.

Li Xinyi cleaned the kitchen silently by herself.

At this time, the old housekeeper found the kitchen and told Li Xinyi that there was a visitor.

He didn't care to clean up the rest of the dishes, hurriedly wiped his hands, and followed the old housekeeper to the front hall.

is a young woman.

Li Xinyi was puzzled, and looked at the woman sitting on the chair with a veiled hat on her head.

From a distance, Li Xinyi made a bow and asked, "Dare to ask what's the matter with the girl's visit?"

The woman stood up, Wanfu returned the gift, and said, "It's about painting."

Li Xinyi didn't approach, she picked the chair farthest away and sat down, and said, "Ma'am, please explain in detail."

The woman said: "My sister and I have admired Mr. Li for a long time, and we just came to ask Mr. Li for a painting."

Li Xinyi frowned slightly, and rebuffed: "Thank you Miss and Sister Ling for your high regard. If you want to paint, you can go to Moquan Pavilion. I don't accept paintings in private."

After the woman heard about it, she was dissatisfied and said: "I haven't heard of Mr. Li's rules before. Could it be that my sister and I are women, so we refuse to draw?"

Li Xinyi said: "Li is just a small painter, it's normal if he hasn't heard of it."

The woman stood up and said, "Then Mr. Li, please remember what you said."

After speaking, he said a blessing, got up and left.

Li Xinyi felt that this girl appeared strange, but the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival occupied all his thoughts, so he ignored this strange woman and went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.

He had to take advantage of these two days to paint a picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival feasting on the moon, and then he had to buy mooncakes, sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and gifts for Mr. Zhao.

Very busy.

Fast forward to August [-]th.

The last test is similar to the policy discussion on current affairs and politics, that is, expressing opinions and discussions on current affairs and politics with the theory of Confucian classics.

The main thing is to grasp the degree of criticism, and try to be well-founded. As for whether you can get into the eyes of the examiner, it depends entirely on luck.

Li Xinyi has read the Di Bao. He is actually very speechless about the land system and taxation system of this era, but many people he knows, including Li's mother, have a strong sense of small farmers.

In Arita, if you can eat enough, you basically have nothing to pursue.

The power of habit is terrible. For example, Li Xinyi couldn't stand the life without a flush toilet and being unable to take a shower at first, and she had to bring a urinal when she went out.

But after getting used to it, these are nothing.

As long as you forget the conveniences of the past, it is not difficult to accept a life that is almost closed without the Internet.

Maybe 1000 years later, people don't even need to eat or excrete?

So he doesn't want to think about it, pretending that everything is normal.

He never thought of changing anything by himself. History will always follow its existing track. He, a little butterfly, should be quiet and stop flapping his wings casually.

It's just past noon, and Wu Su and the others still haven't come back.

Li Xinyi said to Uncle Zheng: "Let's not wait any longer, let's eat first."

At the end of the day, Wu Su did not come back.

At Shen Shi, Lin Yujin and Jiao Ruoliu came back.

When the sun was almost setting to the west, Wu Su finally came back.

Li Xinyi poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "I almost went to the Gong Yuan to find you."

Wu Su lowered his head slightly, looked at him and said, "I passed by a pastry shop on the way, and they sold lotus root flour osmanthus sugar cakes, which were congealed like glue, and the color was crystal clear. I thought you must like them, so I bought some."

Wu Su opened the food box, Li Xinyi looked at the snacks and said, "It's only six yuan, not enough for the five of us."

Wu Su said: "What's so difficult about this, cut it into 12 yuan, let you eat two more yuan."

Lin Yujin and Jiao Ruoliu on the side both laughed.

Only then did Li Xinyi realize that Wu Su was making fun of herself.

He said: "Dinner is ready, you guys eat more, I eat less, let me have pastries for dinner, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Lin Yujin said: "How can there be such a good thing? It's the first time I've heard that lotus root starch and sweet-scented osmanthus can be made into cakes. I must eat a few more bites to brag to others."

Li Xinyi said: "How does Brother Peiling know that I don't have better snacks? The most important thing in Nanfang Street is snacks. Be careful eating too much, your face will become rounder."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Yujin yelled, and was about to pinch Li Xinyi's face: "Brother Li, I didn't know that you also have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, so quickly reveal your true colors."

Li Xinyi hid Lin Yujin's hand, and asked Wu Su for help: "Asu, save me! Brother Peiling brought the demon mirror!"

Lin Yujin chuckled twice, and said, "Ah Su can't save you either."

Jiao Ruoliu stretched out her hand to press Lin Yujin's shoulder, and said, "Let's have dinner first, and when there will be too many people, we won't be in the mood to enjoy the moon."

Li Xinyi said: "Then I have to tie up with A Su, there are too many people, what if I get lost?"

Wu Su said to Li Xinyi: "I will watch over you and not lose you. Let's have dinner now."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, we will continue tomorrow (o^^o)