[comprehensive] superior skills

The journey was smooth and smooth, and it took half a month for the merchant ship to arrive in the capital.

All the merchants on the deck were busy hiring people to load and unload the ship. Song Ci was not in a hurry, so he sat in the cabin with Feng Shi to watch the scenery.

"You really deserve to be at the feet of the emperor, you are indeed magnificent! Mother has lived half her life to gain insight, thanks to my good daughter!"

Looking at the flow of people passing by in the distance and the carved beams and painted buildings of different styles in the Northland, Feng said happily.

"The mother-in-law is here again!"

Song Ci shook her head helplessly. Before, she was afraid of Feng's being a monster. After getting along with her for a while, she realized that Feng's character was originally so quiet, or that her temper had been tempered in Feng's family. The deputy husband obeys his son's behavior, and everything is at the mercy of his daughter.

Seeing that she has a pleasing personality, Song Ci felt a little more sincere after getting along with her every day.

"It won't be clean outside for a while, so let's not rush, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."

Song Ci put down the bamboo curtain on the window first, and then spread the Ruyi tablecloth on the table, conjuring a table of refreshments.

Although Feng has seen many fairy daughters' supernatural powers these days, he still couldn't help picking up a piece of cream cake dotted with beautiful icing petals, smelling the fragrance and exclaiming: "The gods in the sky are different from ordinary people. Look at this cake!" It's hard to see it in ordinary dreams, but the appearance is so cute that people can't bear to eat it."

Song Ci dipped his finger in the cream and rubbed it on the tip of Feng's nose, and while she was in a daze, walked around the table and smiled, "Is the mother-in-law praising her for being blessed?"

Feng's face is tender now, coupled with her good temper, she often has a naive habit, Song Ci, an old goblin who has lived for hundreds of years, can't help but love to tease her as a junior.

"Yinglian, after all, she's a big girl, so important." Feng Shi was reluctant to teach her daughter, so she just wiped her face clean with a handkerchief.

"What are you afraid of?" Song Ci drank milk tea, picked up another piece of cherry pie and cut it open, "Who dares to pick on me now? Even if he sees the emperor, he would not dare to accept my gift!"

"Amitabha, please keep your voice down!" Feng stood up abruptly, and hurriedly looked at the door and window.

Song Ci shook his head helplessly, "The mother-in-law is too cautious, let's say I'm not afraid of them, even if they really match up and anger me, it's not difficult to change another day."

Seeing her daughter talking more and more frighteningly, Feng said anxiously: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid they don't know what to do, offend the true god, and add evil to you instead."

Seeing that she was only thinking of her daughter, Song Ci couldn't bear to say anything else, so he just sat down with Feng Shi to have a snack.

When all the merchants on the boat were gone before noon, Song Ci carried the prepared burden on his back, rewarded the little girl who served their mother and daughter, and asked the horse-feeding boy about a better-known inn in the capital.

As a newcomer, Song Ci didn't want to be too high-profile for the time being, so he didn't let the white horse pull the cart alone as before, so as not to attract unsightly tyrants.

She was pulling the carriage onto the gangplank, when she got to the shore, she found that several private treasure ships had already docked in front of the merchant ship, unloading countless cages and complete sets of furniture on the shore, and dozens of mules and horses were waiting to be loaded into the cart.

There are also a few mother-in-law and supervisors who are shouting and shouting, for fear that the handymen will damage the property with their rough hands.

Song Ci glanced at the one with the loudest voice wearing a royal blue sweater, who was the servant of the Xue family who had brought Yinglian into the mansion that day.

Unexpectedly, after going around, Xue's family went to Beijing, and I don't know whether Aunt Xue, mother and daughter will go to Jia's family as before, or return to their own house.

However, considering the disgraceful death of the Dama monkey, the Xue family's uninherited millions of belongings, and Miss Xue's uncertain future on Qingyun Road, I am afraid that the possibility of going to Jia's mansion is more likely.

Now Xue's family is also coming to vote in the filial piety period, and they don't have the good reputation of Sister Lin, so Jia's family will not open their doors to welcome guests.

Song Ci thought that he was wearing a veiled hat now, and Feng Shi was also sitting in the carriage, not afraid of being recognized by the Xue family, so he simply walked towards the mules and horse carts of the Xue family, pretending to pass by.

As a result, I went around and saw only busy servants, and the only two masters were nowhere to be seen, probably leaving as soon as the boat stopped.

Neither met nor forced, anyway, sooner or later there will be a day to meet.

I searched all the way to the Pinghe Inn introduced by the boy, and weighed two catties of preserved fruit at the store selling groceries at the door, took the opportunity to inquire with the shopkeeper, and learned that although the inn is not the first-class, it is very trustworthy and never deceives customers , foreigners love to come here for business and lodging.

After receiving the approval letter, Song Ci led Feng's family into the inn and booked a first-class room.

She didn't dare to let Feng Shi live alone. Although the inn is good, the tenants come from all over the world. Women in ancient times valued chastity. If they suffer a loss, it will be too late to regret it.

Asked the waiter in the shop to deliver two buckets of hot water to cleanse her body, and after dinner, Feng couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Song Ci didn't disturb her. He gently locked the door and went downstairs alone. He met a trusted middleman through the shopkeeper. He only said that his family had been troubled by bandits, and now he came to visit relatives in Beijing. I want to buy a Zhuangzi to live in first.

The Chinese are well-informed, so they naturally know that this is an excuse. Although he is curious how a plainly dressed woman can make such a big deal, but he always only cares about money and does not ask why in business, which is convenient for Song Ci.

At this time, the emperor had already built the Tangquan Palace in Xiaotangshan, and the land price on the nearby hills had increased by more than ten times. Those who could buy the land were rich or expensive.

It happened that there was a civil servant of the fourth rank who wanted to sell the property in the suburbs of Beijing. Although he also had a hot spring village in his hand, because of the remote terrain and small springs, he only surrounded an acre of land and fenced it off. It is even more obvious that it is narrow and narrow, and the high level cannot be achieved without low level, and it has not been sold so far.

Song Ci had only Feng Shi by his side, so naturally he didn't think about it, so he took Feng Shi and Zhongren to see Zhuangzi the next day.

Seeing Zhuangzi's small but unconventional repair, there are two osmanthus trees in flowering period across the moon gate. When the breeze blows, the stamens float down, and the ground is full of golden light.

At the end of the corridor paved with Yuhua stone are five houses with white walls and glazed tiles. There is a hexagonal gazebo on the small pond with koi behind the house for people to enjoy the rain and listen to the lotus.

Walking around the house, seeing the joy in Feng's eyes almost overflowing, Song Ci happily bought Zhuangzi for 1000 taels of silver, and it fell under Feng's name.

The original servants in the village were all sent away by Song Ci's repayment of the contract of sale, leaving only the deaf-mute woman on the stove and a ten-year-old girl to serve Feng's daily life.

Ever since he settled in Zhuangzi, Song Ci used clarinets to summon a swarm of bees to make their home in the osmanthus tree, relying on them to patrol inside and outside, to guard against bad people or beasts coming down the mountain.

There is no separate stable in the village, because he was used to getting along with animals in his previous life, and Song Ci didn't like to restrain the monk, so he just let the monk loose on the reins and let him have fun alone.

The monk is the white horse that pulls the cart, and it’s a bad fate. Song Ci left Xue’s house that day, and was thinking about going to Daruzhou due to lack of foot strength, when he met a group of horse dealers who were beating the wild and unruly white horse. .

Spiritual animals love to hold grudges the most. Compared to rough horse dealers, Song Ci only exchanged a sip of healing spring water for a docile mount. It might be Tang Monk." He used the word monk in a wicked way.

Because the land is small, only ornamental flowers and trees are planted in the Zhuangzi. The vegetables, fruits and grains for daily consumption are all purchased from nearby farmers, and then they drive to the market in the city to replenish.

Feng Shi was used to work and couldn't stay idle, so she let the dumb woman hold a basket of newly hatched chicken and duck cubs, and got up early every day to grab the mixed food and feed them.

Seeing the fluffy little yellow duck floating on the lotus leaf, stretching its delicate neck and pecking at the young fish, Feng smiled and said: "When the chickens and ducks grow up in autumn, our family will have fresh duck eggs to eat." Now, when the time comes, pick up the good marinated butter and save it for wine in winter, it will be beautiful."

During the dog days, I was too lazy to move, so after lunch, Feng hid in the gazebo to enjoy the scenery and cool off with the steam.

She was wearing a modified version of the lotus-colored lace dress, and the dark pattern of large tulips spreading along the waistline was dotted with many fine colored crystals, reflecting the eye-catching luster with the ripples of the skirt.

The little girl named Hongye who was waiting on the side flattered her with a fan: "It's not easy for my wife to want to eat duck eggs. There are a lot of farmers nearby. The old lady Liu who is closest to us, I have seen her carrying duck eggs for a long time. Baskets are sold, not to mention duck eggs, there are goose eggs."

"That's different. Do it yourself. It's wild fun to eat." Feng pointed to the stone bench next to her and told her to sit down and eat the fruit. "You should also take a rest. It's a hot day, and it's useless to waste your energy fanning the hot air."

"Thank you, Madam, for your pity. You have such a kind heart. The Bodhisattva will definitely bless you!"

The little girl smiled and bowed to Mrs. Feng, sat upright on the stone bench, took a piece of sour jujube cake from the side of the delicate silver plate, and ate it.

Feng nodded secretly in her heart, although Hongye was lively and clever, she never crossed the line, as expected of the officials who taught her in a small way.

And I can't help but think of the old maid Jiao Xing, who was also bought as a child. Although serving the couple in Zhen's house is not as decent as the maidservants, she has never been treated harshly, and finally climbed up to the fickle and trustless Jia Yucun.

Seeing that his wife's face had turned pale, Hongye thought she was depressed again, so she didn't dare to say anything, and just quietly lay on the railing to watch the fish swimming in the pond.

When they were sold by the old owner, Hongye and the mute woman only knew that the new owner was a widow from the south, and they thought that they would fall into the hands of a mean and eccentric woman. Mei is good-natured, and even the adoptive daughter she has adopted has the same character, which instead makes the two of them fall into a nest of blessings.

Now, although she wants to repay his wife wholeheartedly, she has no choice but to burn two more sticks of incense in the morning and evening, hoping that the Bodhisattva will bestow on her wife another good marriage, so that she will not suffer alone in the future.

When the pair of master and servant were thinking wildly, Song Ci had already passed Zhuangzi and entered the deep mountain.

The mountains and forests in this world are different from those in the magical world. There are not so many strange mountains and rocks, and there will be no dwarves popping out after a few steps. There are only dense trees and a wide variety of wild creatures.

Habitually playing the clarinet, the small animals in the mountain immediately rushed from all directions when they heard the call, and squatted in front of Song Ci in rows, so obedient.

Song Ci took out a wooden basin filled with spring water from a copper kettle, and directed the small animals to take a sip one by one. In the end, the remaining mighty male lion roared at her twice before stepping away to reveal the lioness and it behind him. Cubs in their mouths.

It was a snow-white lion cub, its chubby body was stained with blood, and its eyes were tightly closed.

The lioness put the white lion cub into the basin, and then two cubs of the same size came up, humming in their tender little voices, pushing their heads against the motionless siblings.

Song Ci knelt down and stroked the warm little meat ball under his hands, "Really give me the child? Don't you feel bad? Are you willing?"

The male lion and the lioness nodded respectively and barked twice.

Song Ci knew that it was difficult for this albino animal to survive in the wild, and it happened that there were not enough nursing homes in Zhuangzi, so he agreed to the lion couple to take in the little white lion and take good care of it to grow up.

Since it is my own family in the future, of course it deserves better.

Regardless of the restlessness of the animals around him, Song Ci fed the little white lion the spring water in the silver jug, and the wound on the cub immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Eyes, struggling to jump out.

The lion couple and the other two little brothers also immediately gathered around, and the whole family roared affectionately.

I don't know how they comforted the child, but without making Song Ci wait any longer, the little white lion squirmed over and jumped into the tub on its own initiative.

"What a smart little guy!"

Song Ci patted its head, and before leaving, let the lion's family also drink the spring water from the silver kettle, so that when the little white lion grows up, it will not be alone.

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