Back to ancient times selling biscuits

There are a lot of mosquito repellent plants planted in the yard, and there are no mosquitoes. When the cool wind blows, it is more comfortable than in the house. Saburo thought about it, "Good!"

When they were young, two big men lay on a small bed that was barely 1.2 meters high. Zhen Qingming was afraid that he would fall, so he held a fan in one hand and hugged him in the other.

Saburo leaned in his arms, listening to the "boom-boom-" heartbeat, with a smile on his face, "When you stop being an official, what do you want to do?"

"I never thought about it." Zhen Qingming said without emotion, "At that time, I might be too old to move or do anything."

Saburo couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Think about it."

Zhen Qingming grinned silently, "My hometown is in the capital city. If one day I take off my official clothes, I'll go back to Taoyuan County and live with you. The sun rises and the sun goes in, how about rest?"

Saburo is finally satisfied, "At that time, let's buy a few more acres of land, plant an acre of peanuts, an acre of mung beans, an acre of sweet potatoes, and an acre of—"

"You still want to grow all the crops? You want to grow flowers." Zhen Qingming interrupted him to continue talking nonsense.

"Of course it's not about growing flowers, I'm raising you." As she said that, she turned over and lay on his chest, groping dishonestly with her hands.Zhen Qingming shuddered from his touch and dared not move.

"Look how scared you are," San Lang said, suddenly paused, what was the hot thing on his thigh? ? ?He raised his head in disbelief, "You?"

Zhen Qingming looked sternly, "What me? Be honest! Otherwise, otherwise I will..."

"Otherwise, you can go up." If you didn't do anything for a long night, it would be a waste of this rare opportunity, "Under the laurel tree, Chang'e will witness, and you will not be bad in the future."

"You, you shameless!" Zhen Qingming was so angry that he wanted to push him away, Saburo was like an octopus, with his hands and feet wrapped around him, and he let out a joyful laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you embarrassed to laugh?" The atmosphere in the capital is much more open than here, and he has never met anyone with a thick skin. "Get up, don't lie on me!" He took the hand around his neck in disgust.

"Okay, okay, sleep, sleep." Saburo knew enough was enough, but he still had no intention of coming down.

Seeing that he was really honest, Zhen Qingming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Once he received a reply from his parents, he would go to Wujia Village to propose a marriage, and then marry him into the family.

Saburo felt in a daze that Zhen Qingming put him on the bed, so he hugged him tightly, "No."

"Someone is knocking on the door, I'll go and have a look." Seeing his eyes closed tightly, Zhen Qingming knew that he was still awake. In this state, Zhen Qingming was really reluctant to get up, but the door was slammed and the dog next door barked.

Saburo rolled over and sat up, "I'll go with you." Standing up while rubbing his eyes.

"Slow down!" Zhen Qingming hurriedly supported him, found his shoes and handed them to him. Saburo's eyes opened a crack, and he pulled the shoes and went to open the door with him.

Seeing that Saburo was there, the yamen servant on duty winked at him. The very thick-skinned man saw his narrow eyes, put his hands on Zhen Qingming's shoulders, and leaned half of his body on him.

"Stand still!" The man who was so calm and introverted in front of outsiders was covered with black lines, "Come in first." Then he turned sideways to make way for the four yamen servants, and then asked, "What happened?"

"Mrs. Zhao came out of the corner door of her house at [-]:[-] pm, and went back after talking to Zeng Qing who was next door to her in the alley. At that time, her subordinates didn't care, but now more than an hour has passed, and the Zhao family has not moved yet. , My lord, do you think there is something wrong with Zeng Qing?" The yamen servant thought something was wrong and ran back quickly.

"Go back and rest. We'll find out if there is any problem tomorrow. Anyway, the city gate is closed, so they can't escape if they have something to do." It's the middle of the night, and there is no rush.

Seeing that Zhen Qingming didn't blame them for their carelessness, the two yamen servants on duty immediately put their hearts back in their stomachs.

The next day, when it was dawn at Maoshi, Zhen Qingming got up and shouted, "Come to Dongbao, take someone to check Zeng Qing, Li Pinger and Li Fengshou carefully, and then tell the Zhao and Li families that they are not allowed to leave Taoyuan County for a short time. .”

"Didn't you check yesterday?" Donglai Dongbao stretched and yawned.

Zhen Qingming: "I want to know their personalities, how many friends they have, and their relationship with family members. I can check as many details as I can."

"Okay!" Dong Lai washed his face, "Sanlang, don't cook our meals, and leave us a few sesame seed cakes later."

Seeing Zhen Qingming explaining so much, Saburo knew that they didn't have time to come back for dinner, "By the way, I was so busy yesterday that I forgot to mention that today is the Ghost Festival. Let's go home and visit the grave later."

"Isn't there your parents?" Zhen Qingming asked, "So dark, Wulang will go too?"

Saburo: "Goro and Simei won't go, but they have to go home. Grandpa and grandma only have our three grandchildren. It's not good not to go home."

"Are you coming back tonight?"

"Come back." Saburo thought for a moment, "The river lanterns will be released at night. People from our village come to the moat every year to release river lanterns. I will come back directly after the river lanterns are released."

"Then don't forget to send them back as soon as possible. It's not good for children to be out at night." Zhen Qingming said, "I heard that dumplings are eaten during the Ghost Festival?"

"I'll make it! I'll make it when I come back from selling sesame seed cakes, so it's done." Sanlang sighed, "If you don't go out today, take Achen with you."

"Got it." Zhen Qingming said and lay down on the bed again.

When the three children got up, Zhen Qingming had gone back to sleep and was eating noodles with fried sauce made by Sanlang. The fragrant caozi and noodles iced in cold well water, the county magistrate ate two big bowls out of face.

"If I continue to eat like this, my supposedly fat parents won't know me anymore." Zhen Qingming said with emotion.

"My lord is not fat." Grandma Sun looked him up and down, "You are so busy every day, no matter how much you eat, you won't gain weight."

"Not fat yet?" Zhen Chen came out with a bowl and curled his lips when he heard this, "My uncle is now more than a circle fatter than when he was in Beijing."

"Really?" As he said, pinching his face, he was indeed more fleshy than before, "Then I will eat less at noon."

As soon as this remark came out, the three children burst out laughing at the same time. Mr. Zhen's mouth is so clever, there is nothing to eat at noon, and even if you want to eat it, you can't eat it.

But when they saw Sanlang put down the cart and chop meat to make dumplings, they were all stunned. Zhen Chen couldn't help covering his face, "How can my uncle do this."

"I'm glad your uncle likes my cooking." Saburo smiled, "We will be a family from now on, so don't be embarrassed."

"But, you, how tired you are." Looking at the biscuit cart and then at him, thinking that Sanlang will go home later, Xiao Zhenchen decided to go to the yamen to talk to his uncle about life later.

And before he had time to go to the next door, someone came to find him.

Wu Daming pushed open the half-covered door, saw Xiao Wu sitting under the tree, and secretly said, "I thought I went wrong, why did the door change?"

The last time the guards of the East Palace came to Zhen Qingming's room, Sanlang wanted to raise the walls of the two houses, and took the time to replace the gate that had been used by the predecessors for more than ten years.

The fourth sister hurriedly put down her pen, "Why is dad here? What are you carrying in your hand?"

"Your mother asked me to take two old hens to make up for you." Said she put down the bag, saw the book in front of Simei, and stared, "Simei can also write?!" I couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Xiao Wu taught it." The little girl raised her chin proudly, but Xiao Wu ignored his father from the beginning to the end.

Wu Daming didn't buy delicious food for Big Fatty and Erpang during this time, and the two half-children didn't call him uncle when they met him in the village. Wu Daming was sad for several days because of this.

Wu Liang couldn't stand it, so he said, "No matter how close a nephew is, he is still a nephew. No matter how bad he is to his son, he is still a son. In a few days, it will be the Ghost Festival. If you see any nephew visiting his uncle's grave, whoever doesn't come first In front of parents’ graves.” She had wanted to say these words a long time ago, “Let’s talk about our Sanlang, how much you didn’t want to see him before, when the child came back, he didn’t sell a big piece of meat, but he was fat and fat, we were in the day before yesterday Weeding in the field, busy for a long time, can they say to help us?"

Wu Daming was put down by her, and when he couldn't sleep at night, he thought, he has lived for decades, and he has never seen a nephew who carried banners and bowls for his uncle. After a hundred years, he will be sent to the The one in the ancestral grave will only be Saburo.

Thinking of Sanlang, I can't help but think that since Sanlang went to the county to sell sesame seed cakes, life at home has been getting better every day.

In the past, when an old hen laid an egg, his mother-in-law had to save it and sell it in the county during the market.Now, Saburo said, keep the chickens and ducks to eat, and he will earn the money for the three of them.

Therefore, when Wu Liang tried to catch two old hens that were laying eggs and send them to San Lang, Wu Daming, who thought more and more that his son was reliable, said without hesitation that he would send them.

Grandma Sun was not polite, "Sanlang's father, give me the chicken." She said and took the bag, and then put the chicken into the chicken coop in the corner of the yard.

The chicks in the chicken coop were raised by Grandma Sun after Sanlang moved in. Sanlang saw that the chickens would kill and eat them when they grew up.

"Where's your brother?" Wu Daming asked.

"Brother is making dumplings in the kitchen." The fourth younger sister raised her finger and pointed, "Father, do you want some water? Shall I bring it to you?"

"No, I'm not thirsty." Wu Daming was flattered.

A smile overflowed from the corner of Saburo's mouth, and he said loudly, "Fourth sister, serve a bowl of Ludou soup for our father."

"Uncle Sanlang, is he that bad father of yours?" Xiao Zhenchen was embarrassed to watch Sanlang busy outside, so he squeezed beside him, even if he couldn't help, he could fan Sanlang to relieve his uncle.

"He's not bad, but sometimes he's a bit confused." San Lang didn't deliberately lower his volume, and Wu Daming's face turned red.He asked very uncomfortably, "Sister Si, don't let your brother make dumplings, let's go home and eat. Dad will go buy meat later."

"Come on, I didn't touch a piece of the meat you bought last year." Xiao Wu finally couldn't help it. "Which family are you spending the Ghost Festival with this year?"

"Xiao Wu, what are you talking about? They are your grandparents." Wu Daming reminded.

"Aren't we going to visit the graves of grandparents? They came out of the coffin?" Xiao Wu asked with big eyes blinking.

Wu Daming choked, and Saburo hurried out, "Father, this is Mr. Zhen's nephew. Mr. Zhen is busy solving the case, so let me take care of Zhen Chen for him. Don't you want to go home later, and I will make some dumplings for Zhen Chen. This year, I’m spending time with my uncle’s family, so I’ll make more, and if we can’t get enough to eat at my uncle’s house, we’ll go home and eat dumplings.”

"No, Saburo, I can eat enough." Wu Daming couldn't help feeling guilty as he spoke.

Saburo didn't seem to see the uncertainty in his eyes, "It's better that way, save it for dinner, and you don't have to cook at night."

Now that we've talked about this, Wu Daming thought for a while, "Why don't we live this year by ourselves?"