Fang Xuanling woke up very early in the morning. Usually, after he got up, there would be someone to serve him, but today's words are very strange.

Because there is not a single person around, this is very strange.

He is a person similar to the prime minister, but a person with a bad temper.

However, even if you have a bad temper, if you treated other people too much as humans in ancient times, you will find that not only will people not be grateful to you, but will think you are easy to bully.

This is reality, isn't it a strange feeling?

But it is reality, but unfortunately, the system in the true sense is not just empty talk.

He slowly got up. Although he had an identity, he only had one wife, named Lu, Fanyang. This woman was much younger than him, but she was a strong woman. There was no problem with being a human being, no problem with being a wife, and no problem with being a parent. However, there was one thing in the virtuousness of this era that was tolerate his husband having a concubine, but unfortunately, he didn't. What does it mean?

He put on his clothes casually, and the room was quite cool. Don’t think that the ancients in the past would have been unable to withstand the hot weather. Some big families had some so-called ways of living, some were strange, but very real.

When Fang Xuanling opened the door, he saw that the sky outside was a little dark, and then he remembered that today was the time to rest.

The Tang Dynasty was not without rest time. Five days off, which is a regular rule, not in the Ming Dynasty in the later generations. Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di were real fathers and sons. One was resting for three days a year, and the other had never rested since he became the emperor. They were both crazy people. However, the emperor's so-called lack of rest is all watery. Just as some of our modern bosses said, I haven't had a rest for half a year. How hard it is, but at noon, when everyone was at work, you were sleeping, and you slept for a day. Isn't this a rest?

He originally wanted to go back and take a nap. Don’t think that being a prime minister is easy. Since ancient times, such things have been complicated. Such things are really hard.

But suddenly I saw a servant running. For him, many things at home are rules. Otherwise, opportunities will be troublesome. This is not a spectacle, but a realistic meaning of existence. Whether it is a country or a family, this is necessary.

"Ahem..."

He suddenly coughed, almost causing the man to fall. He quickly stopped and turned around and saw his master. He came over and saluted, "I've seen the master."

"Liuzi, what happened? You ran away in such a hurry and ignored etiquette?"

Fang Xuanling looked at him and asked faintly.

But people at high positions always have some other ideas that make you not know what to do.

"Master, Liuzi is wrong. Liuzi won't dare to do it next time."

Although he was afraid of Fang Xuanling, the person he was even more afraid of was Lu. This woman, the housekeeper, was a good man and had a good temper.

"Okay, you go."

Fang Xuanling felt that it was meaningless to talk nonsense to him for this matter, so he waved his hand.

"Thank you, thank you, Master, Liuzi is gone."

As he was about to leave, he heard Fang Xuanling's voice, "Wait."

"Master, but what else is there? Wash or eat? I'll go find someone now."

"Need not."

Fang Xuanling asked refusally, "What are you running in a hurry just now?"

His words made Liuzi stunned, and then he seemed to think of something, and looked at the other party and asked, "Master, don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Fang Xuanling asked with a frown.

"This morning, the Second Young Master's letter and some things arrived at the mansion, and he also said that he brought gifts to everyone in the mansion and asked us to collect them."

"What, is Yi Ai back?" Fang Xuanling asked anxiously.

Although my eldest son is very smart, he is too rigid. Although he is also a scholar, he still likes his second son more because the other person makes him feel comfortable.

"No, I just sent someone to deliver something."

Liuzi's words made Fang Xuanling feel that it was unlikely. Isn't it in the morning now?

When did the door of Chang'an open so early?

“What time is it now?”

Liuzi looked at him strangely and said, "Shi Shi, Yuzhong."

This is actually about noon, and this is the timekeeping method in the past.

"What?"

Fang Xuanling has always been a very disciplined person. He does things like this and lives like this. So, many times, he is very serious in everything he does and will not get up late. What's going on?

Is it because of drinking last night?

He waved his hand and let Liuzi leave, and then paced at the gate of his yard. He was not suitable for the past, after all, it was a bit lively now.

He waited until he was about to faint from hunger, but he saw an intellectual woman coming over. If the figure of this woman is simply about her height, she is not much worse than that of him. However, this is not the key. The key is that this woman has a very good temperament and a beautiful face. Although she already has two sons and one daughter, she still looks very good, and the temperament in the family is also immersed in her bones.

Seeing Fang Xuanling with an unexpected look, she had always looked a little childish and turned into a dignified woman. When she saw Fang Xuanling, she asked, "Master, are you getting up?"

"Um."

Fang Xuanling hasn't seen his wife look like this for a long time, and he often sees her hard-working wife.

"Master, Master, I've written a letter from Youai."

As she said that, she took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it over. The envelope was kraft paper, which was rare.

He glanced at it, took it, but did not look at it, but said, "I'm hungry for my husband."

"Oh, looking at my brain, I actually forgot that my husband didn't eat much last night. People came, people came, and started preparing the meal. I remember to prepare the sausages and some other things I sent to you, and brought them up and taste them for the master."

Of course, someone went to make it soon. Ye Tan had given it to him before, so he naturally knew how to eat it.

"I didn't expect that Yi Ai learned well in Songzhou. You can tell by just looking at his handwriting. And the child said that it's okay to be a general in the future, or a civil servant, and he can do it himself."

When mothers say that their children sometimes cannot be taken seriously, they add some of their favorite things to their children and say them out.

However, Fang Xuanling was puzzled. It would be fine to be a brave general with his child like that. However, if he is a civil servant, hehe, that is impossible. The final result is often that he is beaten to death and he is also implicated.

"It's really that good?"

When he was in Chang'an, part of his headache was from his son. He didn't expect anything to do things. He just hoped not to cause trouble, or just wanted to cause trouble a little less. Although Fang Yiai was powerful, he was a person with a bad mind. Such a person was easily fooled by others, and in this way, something would happen.

"Master, why don't you believe it? How can my children not learn well?"

Lu asked with dissatisfaction, but Fang Xuanling was not suppressed by her usual aura, but looked at her and asked, "If it were before, could you believe it?"

A word made Lu, who was originally smiling, stunned, and then he thought a lot. However, this is not important, but what is important is that it is now better. Since it is now better, it means that it has always been good and so willful.

"Master, what do you mean?"

In a word, he rushed over with murderous aura, but Fang Xuanling didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the envelope and opened it. The first reaction of the handwriting inside was very familiar. Then he thought about it. It was Ye Tan's font, now called Ye's style. Although it has not been completely formed, it is because there are not many things that appear. Ye Tan also writes this, but it is still different from calligraphy after all.

He looked and found that although Fang Yiai's handwriting was still a bit immature, it was a very good start. The contents in the letters were not so dry, and they were all his life in Songzhou.

When he saw him saying that he had started cooking, he thought, is this child's brain broken?

You are usually interested in the so-called wooden sticks, so it’s no problem to practice martial arts. As for the others, forget it.

However, he said something he did here, which made Fang Xuanling slowly fascinated. Compared with his eldest son Fang Yizhi, any of his youngest son's achievements made people feel that it was still good.

After he finished watching it, he was a little hungry.

This thing is very simple, but it is the dream of many people when they were young.

Don’t think that people from the past don’t know that many people were like the so-called life trajectory when they were young, and too many trajectories were on the ground and in the fields.

As for people, they are so-called making a little so-called feeling between each other, and that's it.

Finally, he opened the kraft envelope again and there was actually something inside, a passbook. Such things were only available in the bank in Songzhou, and there were very powerful and everything.

However, he said in the letter that he had made money after working for a while and planned to respect his parents. He could not go back normally, but that was the little money. However, he didn't have to worry that he would do this in many cases. He is now an adult.

After he opened it, he found that he had written fifty stanzas in several fonts.

This money is definitely nothing in his eyes, but this number is very terrible to him. How can the child get so much money? Even if it is a crime, such a young child will not be able to do this?

However, just as he was thinking, the servant outside came over and said, "It's okay to eat it."

Fang Xuanling put the thing on his sleeve and went to have dinner with Lu.

It's still the same table, and there are still a few people.

Fang Yizhi is studying outside now and has no time to come back to have dinner. Fang Yiai is not at home. One of his daughters, the first child, had already been married. To put it bluntly, there are only two people at home. The other servants may not have eaten with him.

The table is not big, but there are not many things on it.

But it's very distinctive.

Of course there is celery, which is made of vinegar. In the past, many people liked to eat it, such as Wei Zheng and Ouyang Xiu. Then, it is green vegetables. This thing has a similar status as wild vegetables in the past. Many people don’t like it at all. Even if they eat lotus root, they don’t eat it.

The rest is a meat soup. If it is normal, adding a soup will be over.

Today, there are three more dishes here.

One is fried bacon with celery, the other is steamed sausage, and the other is beans and salted fish. The last thing is strange. People in the past did not eat salted fish because it was too expensive. Sometimes salted fish was salted, and to be honest, salt is life.

Soon, there were only two bowls of rice, and they picked them up and started eating.

Lu picked up a piece of bacon with public chopsticks and put it in Fang Xuanling's bowl. In ancient times, in ordinary families, they had public chopsticks for meals. Do you think it was learned by later people? That was impossible, they were far from each other.

"Master, try it."

The brown and red bacon with green celery looks very appetizing. Nowadays, there are many people eating stir-frying dishes in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, and some of them are made at home. Do you think everyone is rich?

So, Fang Xuanling picked it up and ate it. It had the fresh fragrance of vegetables, the smoky smell of bacon, and the faint agarwood. The taste of this thing was good, and he finished it in one breath.

Then there is the sausage, which is also unique to Songzhou, which is a helpless feeling, because the main meat of the sausage in Songzhou is beef, not pork, because the price of pork is expensive. Someone has said before, why not send these sausages to the Central Plains? Now many people have no ox at home and rely on their own people to plow the land. Isn’t it a bit sad?

However, transporting this cow is very troublesome, and the people in Songzhou will not agree that meat can be used, but living cannot be done.

If you say they are conservative, yes, people from the past were conservative.
Chapter completed!