The next day, Zhuge Liang slept until noon before waking up.
He thought that with such a big commotion last night, Zhao Bei and his wife would not be able to get well today.
But what the young man didn't expect was that when they had breakfast together at noon, the couple looked at me smiling, and I saw you smiling, looking very affectionate.
Mrs. Gan served Zhao Bei some vegetables and said, "Winter bamboo shoots are delicious. Husband, eat more to replenish your energy."
Zhao Bei served a bowl of soup to Mrs. Gan, "It's hot. Drink it quickly to warm yourself up."
The couple looked at each other, smiled, lowered their heads, and sweetly ate the vegetables and soup that the other party had picked for them.
Zhuge Liang, who was sitting opposite the couple, was holding a bowl and looking at the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite.
After all, he is too young and cannot understand what these couples are thinking!
"Xiao Liang, are you married?" Mrs. Gan suddenly became concerned.
Zhuge Liang nodded: "I have exchanged invitations with Miss Huang from my hometown in Yizhou and made a marriage arrangement. When Liang meets the lord this time, he will complete the marriage with her when he returns."
Mrs. Gan and Zhao Bei looked at Zhuge Liang's emotionless statement, looked at each other, and read the words of their parents who ordered a matchmaker.
If the husband and wife were harmonious after marriage, they would be able to live like this, with their eyebrows raised and their eyebrows raised, and they could help each other.
But if there is discord between husband and wife after marriage, it is a sin for both of them.
However, it was not easy to ask outsiders about matters, so Mrs. Gan nodded and said congratulations.
"If you have a chance, take her to Youzhou to have a look and play around. The Xu family started in Youzhou. The scenery there is something we can't see anywhere else. There are all kinds of novel objects, keep them
It will be an eye-opener for you and Miss Huang."
Mrs. Gan warmly invites.
Zhuge Liang thanked him, and the three of them finished eating together and went to the posthouse to prepare for their departure tomorrow.
"Brother Xuande, are you going back to Hejian too?" Zhuge Liang asked with a smile on the way.
Zhao Bei nodded, "This year the leader is celebrating the New Year in Hejian. If you don't have time, you have to take the time to see him."
"Meet?" Zhuge Liang was a little confused.
Just celebrate the New Year, how to use the word meet.
Zhao Bei glanced at Mrs. Gan, "Didn't you tell Xiaoliang?"
Mrs. Gan slapped her head and said, "Look at me, I was so busy that I forgot about it!"
Zhao Bei betrayed Zhuge Liang, "You haven't seen the New Year Gala, have you? The leader will come up with new tricks this year. Brother, you are lucky."
"Party?" Mrs. Gan wondered if she had heard wrong, and confirmed again, "The party will be held in the evening this year?"
Zhao Bei nodded, "I heard it is like this, but I can't tell the specific details."
"That will cost a lot of money. It seems that the leader is going to spend a lot of money this year." Mrs. Gan sighed.
Zhao Bei said: "This year we have successively captured Sili and Shanyang County in Yanzhou, and we have also promised to unite Xiliang and the Sun family. Can't we celebrate it properly?"
There is another piece of gossip that Zhao Bei did not tell.
That's because he heard that the leader is going to come up with a magic weapon that can turn night into day this year.
Moreover, I heard that someone in Bingzhou has seen this artifact with his own eyes.
However, the source of this news is not very accurate, so Zhao Bei did not say anything because he was afraid that the news would be false and slap him in the face.
The snow last night has stopped in the morning.
Early in the morning, city guards organized manpower to clear away the snow. Now the middle of the street is clean, and white snow is piled on both sides of the road.
Although the weather has gotten colder, the enthusiasm of the people has not diminished. The streets are very lively, with people either working or hanging out.
In the twelfth lunar month, schools are on holiday, and the people rarely have a few days of leisure. This year, Xu Jiajun's fairy rice was planted in time, and the people have a great harvest.
After deducting the grain taxes paid, each household has more grain left than all previous years’ harvests combined.
There is a lot of food, and the uneaten food is sold for money. Now everyone has some extra money, and the butcher shops opened in the city are doing a very prosperous business.
The common people are reluctant to buy large pieces of meat, but the braised meat shops and duck intestines and pig skins can be purchased together to satisfy their cravings.
Zhuge Liang had been secretly surprised by the hard and flat cement road under his feet.
In fact, he had seen a cement road before, in the Xu family manor in Jiaozhou.
But that feeling was completely different from what I feel now. The cement floor in front of me almost covered the entire city.
Many people's houses are also made of cement, which makes them look stronger and more windproof.
Compared with the mixed cement and wood buildings in the south, these all-cement red brick buildings in the north are even more shocking.
Zhuge Liang saw the two-story health clinic and the Church of God of Light with a huge clock on the roof. The colorful glass windows made people feel dizzy.
The queue at the street braised pork shop has almost reached outside the city gate. As the New Year is approaching, people are more willing to spend money. It is difficult to buy large pieces of meat, so they prepare more cheap braised meat to take home for the elderly and children to taste the meat.
Taste.
The grocery store with the word "convenience store" written on the door sign was overcrowded.
The clerk brought down bags of snow-white cotton from the warehouse upstairs. As soon as they were laid out in the store, women who had been waiting for a long time rushed to them.
For a ball of cotton, the women tried their best to get a pound and a half.
But this was already an excellent result. The woman who grabbed it almost burst out laughing, "I can make a cotton coat for the elderly at home."
"This winter, no one in our family will be able to freeze to death..." Someone else said with emotion, with tears in their eyes when handing over the money.
Just two bags of cotton were obviously not enough. There were still many people standing outside the convenience store who had not been able to grab it. They could only hold the empty sacks and sigh.
The clerk in the store shouted to these people: "There is no more cotton. There is only so much cotton this year. You guys should go to the back streets to buy more charcoal to stockpile. No matter how heavy the snow falls, we can keep ourselves warm by burning it."
The family is also very happy!"
"By the way, you have to pay attention to ventilation. Install the wind bucket to avoid carbon poisoning. That would be bad!"
The clerk warned loudly and worriedly.
He held a large speaker made of metal sheets in his hand. The sound coming from it could be amplified several times and could be heard by people inside and outside the store.
Even Zhuge Liang, who had walked out dozens of meters away, could hear clearly.
"Is burning charcoal poisonous?" he asked doubtfully.
Mrs. Gan understands this!
In a serious manner, Zhuge Liang analyzed what reactions would occur during the burning of black carbon and what gases would be released.
"This carbon dioxide will poison people. If it is mild, they will feel dizzy. If it is severe, people will have convulsions, foaming at the mouth and other symptoms. Some people will be poisoned and pass out in their sleep."
Zhuge Liang looked solemn and said, "Is it so serious? No wonder I always felt dizzy and weak when reading in winter last year. I had to stand up and walk outside the house for a while to relieve it. It turned out that it was caused by too much charcoal burning and lack of ventilation in the house."
He used to think it was a problem with his body, but he didn't expect that the culprit was actually the charcoal fire he couldn't live without in winter.
