Song Huiyue and her party returned to Zhending three days after Concubine Zhang's birthday, followed closely by Jiaozihu's charter.
The Wan family began to prepare copper coins.
Song Huiyue brought a bag of broken silver, and two guards from the Wan family followed her, walking with her on the street in the ice and snow.
The two guards had a total of twenty fingers, all of which were covered with hemp ropes, and the long and short ones were covered with oil-paper bags. They were full of sesame sesame cakes and grilled cakes that Song Huiyue bought, and she wanted to take them back.
Yinxiao and the others give it a try.
The snow on the street was not cleared cleanly, and the remaining parts were all frozen into hard and cold ice, which made Song Huiyue crunch when she stepped on it.
Wan Yunjun's voice came from behind her: "I can't walk anymore. Don't buy it. I'll get some mule carts sent to you later!"
Song Huiyue ignored her and continued walking forward.
When she arrived at a North and South goods store, she suddenly stopped and looked at the winter bamboo shoots standing vertically on the ground.
Wan Yunjun caught up from behind in a graceful manner, with the tip of his nose red from the cold. Because he refused to wear a bloated cotton coat, he only wore a gray leather jacket. He also held a folding fan with ivory ribs in his hand. On the fan was a
Winter plum blossom picture.
The picture of winter plum blossoms was painted by Dong Li. It was very rare. She wished she could open her fan and wave it twice when meeting people. The cool breeze blew, and Song Huiyue was not willing to stand side by side with her.
When the shopkeeper saw Wan Yunjun, he came out of the counter and said with a smile: "Master Wan, these are good winter bamboo shoots from Tanzhou. When they were dug back, they were simmered in the fire with the shells in them. When eating, the outside was peeled off.
It’s ready to eat, do you want to try it?”
Wan Yunjun patted the fan in his palm: "Isn't this something from the south? It's not cheap to transport it here. How is it selling?"
"The sales were pretty good," the shopkeeper counted several government officials. "Everyone took a lot of what they asked for. These are the remaining ones."
Wan Yunjun thought for a moment: "Do any of these husband-in-law's families come from the south?"
She remembered that these officials were all from the north, and none of the female relatives in the family came from the south. Why did they suddenly want to eat southern food together?
The shopkeeper explained: "I heard from my ministers that this thing is delicious. Zhu Zhifu of Tanzhou sends dried cat's head bamboo shoots to Kyoto every year. Each delivery weighs hundreds of kilograms. This year at the banquet of the Royal Concubine's Palace, I asked about this thing specifically.
, My husband doesn’t want to eat something that has been dried, but wants something fresh, so our boss will bring it along.”
Wan Yunjun didn't know much about Shu going south, so he said casually: "This Magistrate Zhu is really good at maneuvering. Not only did he give heavy gifts, but he also gave some things that could be mentioned on the table. Now not only the imperial concubine remembered him, but
Even I remember it."
Song Huiyue suppressed her laughter, asked for the remaining bamboo shoots, and asked the two guards to send the things back first. She turned to Wan Yunjun and said, "Concubine Zhang does not value Magistrate Zhu, she is mocking him."
"Um?"
"On the occasion of the imperial concubine's birthday, Magistrate Zhu always sends Mao'er with bamboo shoots, and only bamboo shoots."
Wan Yunjun took a breath, he didn't expect there to be such a brave person.
She suddenly remembered that on the day she had just returned to Zhending, her father had hosted a banquet for the magistrate and magistrates of Zhending. She waited outside for a while and heard people laughing and talking about the pig.
Could that pig be referring to Tanzhou Magistrate Zhu?
Even though his colleagues who were far away in Zhending laughed at him for sending gifts, he was still able to secure his position as the magistrate of Tanzhou. Either he had a strong backer behind him, or he was outstanding, or both.
This person should not be underestimated.
Song Huiyue chatted a few words and then her mind turned back to the bamboo shoots.
She likes to eat bamboo shoots. The best bamboo shoots in Tanzhou are Maoertou. They are only available after the Qingming Festival. The meat is as white as frost and breaks into pieces when dropped to the ground. After drying, the taste is greatly reduced. I don’t know when I can eat it again.
Although winter bamboo shoots are not as good as Maoertou, it is extremely rare to have a delicious taste in the north.
Just bring it back to Dingzhou so that Yinxiao can taste the taste of Tanzhou.
She stayed in Zhending for two days and couldn't stay any longer. She was anxious to go back to Dingzhou. Wan Yunjun tried many ways to keep her, but he couldn't keep her.
Wan Yunjun had no choice but to load the things she bought into a large lorry, and he also packed the things sent by Wanjia into another lorry.
Early the next morning, Song Huiyue got on the carriage empty-handed and returned to Dingzhou smoothly. She left quietly and came back without any fanfare. However, as soon as she entered the gate of Dingzhou City, she saw him under the heavy snow.
Two people.
One is Yin Xiao and the other is Li Jun.
Li Jun was wrapped tightly, wearing a sheepskin fur coat and a deep-brimmed warm hat on his head. He put his hands in his sleeves and did not dare to take them out. Only when his nose was about to drip, he took out his hands and held the handkerchief.
Wipe it down.
Yin Xiao stood beside him, wearing a half-worn battle robe, a paper fur coat, and a hat. He held an oil-paper umbrella and a deerskin cloak in his arms. He saw the Wan family from a distance.
carriage.
Song Huiyue only opened the curtain and took a look, and he immediately greeted her. The carriage stopped. He collected his umbrella and threw it to Li Jun. He boarded the carriage and first gave Song Huiyue the newly made silver fox cloak.
superior.
"you are back."
Li Jun stamped his iron-like feet, passed by the coachman, and got into the carriage: "I'm finally back. If I don't come back, I won't be able to control this dear man's legs."
Song Huiyue smiled and asked the coachman to continue on his way, then stood up and moved his position, leaving the spacious place to the two icemen.
Yin Xiao's eyes were always on her, chasing her wherever she was. The cloak loosened slightly, and he immediately bowed forward, holding the front of the cloak tightly together with both hands.
Then he sat up straight and looked at Song Huiyue without saying a word.
Song Huiyue stretched out her hand, and he immediately took off his hat and put his head in front of Song Huiyue. Song Huiyue touched his head with a calm expression: "How did you know I was coming back today?"
Li Jun babbled to the side: "I wait every day and can only sleep for two hours a day. Yesterday I was drawing my bow in the military camp. I got confused and shot the arrow into someone else's target."
He yawned: "I'm panicking if you don't come back. I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed that you were shot by random arrows in Kyoto. It scared me so much that I got up and burned incense for my father. I had another dream yesterday.
, dreamed that you were dragged away by a wolf..."
Song Huiyue heard from him again countless ways to die. It was true that all living people would be cursed to death by him, but he himself was not afraid of it - Prince Chen put it under his bed, and he didn't even think about it.
Too bad luck.
While Li Jun was talking nonsense, the carriage moved steadily and fast, and soon arrived outside the barracks. Yin Xiao and Li Jun got off the carriage, and like two old cows, they carried the things on the peace cart back.
The Wan family's coachman and guards finished their work and drove the carriage back to the Wan family overnight. Song Huiyue entered the main hall. The room was dimly lit, as cold as an ice cellar, and there was not even a trace of popularity.
She was not here, and no one came in to this place where we were eating and talking.
Yin Xiao doesn't like to talk, but Li Jun likes to talk, but if he is left to warm himself by the fire in the house, drink wine, and happily talk to Yin Xiao, he would rather go to He's house to hug Niuniu.