Song Huiyue, Tian Jiguang and Hu Jinyu took their seats in the main room.
Li Jun carried willow sticks, jujube cakes and other items into the kitchen and asked the two only aunts in the family to put them away.
The two aunts and Lao Zhang were going home from Cold Food to Qingming Festival. They had to put away the things for the past three days today. They were so busy that they had no time to make tea. Li Jun boiled water and carried the teapot into the house.
Make tea, put a cup in front of each person, and then sit down.
Hu Jinyu looked at a few tea leaves floating in the cup. The tears in his eyes stopped and he said sadly: "The Hu family is finished."
He recalled that when he first met Song Huiyue, he asked about Song Huiyue's family situation. Song Huiyue said in an understatement, "The family is ruined."
Now he felt the same way, and felt more sad than Song Huiyue.
He was sitting at Song Huiyue's house. Song Huiyue no longer had to use knives or guns. Just looking at him like this was enough to make him feel desperate.
Because of his momentary softness, he allowed her to survive, and also allowed Zhang Xutang, a fierce guy, to target the Hu family, leading to the destruction of the Hu family.
He and Song Huiyue were enemies, and he still vividly remembered the scene when Song Huiyue killed him, Weng Weng. Once he regained his strength, the first thing he would do was to avenge this revenge.
However, he did not have this ability. After wandering around in the quagmire of Dingzhou for a long time, the gap between him and Song Huiyue became wider and wider.
Now, there is no need to mention all hatred, he must live first.
He took a sip of tea and slowly talked about everything that happened in Dingzhou.
How the account books were lost, how there was a fire at home, and how he escaped from death. He went all the way to the foreclosure market and survived under the protection of He Jianghuai. While in the foreclosure market, he figured out his situation. If he wanted to survive, he had to
Entering Kyoto to seek refuge with Song Huiyue - Song Huiyue's enemy is Zhang Xutang, and he still has something to exploit.
Song Huiyue listened carefully and nodded after listening.
Hu Jinyu is indeed of great use.
Song Huiyue took out two copper coins and put them on the table: "This is your life money. I could save your life then, and I can protect you now, but you have to do one thing for me. After that,
I will send you back to Dingzhou so you can start over."
Hu Jinyu looked at the two copper coins and immediately had mixed feelings. He felt that these two unrelated coins had experienced the wind and frost of Dingzhou and were soaked with the blood of the Hu family. He burst into tears and wished he could cry loudly.
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He wiped away his tears, put away the two copper coins, put the baggage behind him on the table, and untied it gently: "He Jianghuai said this is a mascot for the market. The things the eldest lady has to do in Dingzhou are dangerous.
Let me bring it to you and keep you safe."
It is the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva that is often placed in the market.
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looks at all the blood in the world with compassionate eyes.
"What do you want me to do?" Hu Jinyu asked.
Song Huiyue thought for a moment: "We'll wait until after the Qingming Festival. You'll stay here for the next few days."
Tian Jiguang also wanted to stay here, but he couldn't. He had to prepare cold food. The two people who came with Hu Jinyu were still waiting for him to go back and feed them.
After Tian Jiguang left, Hu Jinyu was the only idler in the house. Song Huiyue and Li Jun went out to plant willows.
Hu Jinyu sat drinking tea and looked at the situation in the room. After looking around, he continued to sit and drink tea. After drinking a cup of tea, he stood up and slowly walked to the door to find where the clean room was.
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The yard was busy.
After Li Jun finished inserting the wicker sticks, he squatted on the ground and poured sugar into the rice noodle basin. Then he rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hands, and stirred in the basin. Song Huiyue also squatted aside, pouring a thin piece of rice flour into the basin.
After stuffing it full with vegetables, she tried to roll it up, but the wrapper couldn't be closed anyway. She had to pour out half of the vegetables inside and roll it up again.
Li Jun noticed that he was standing at the door and immediately guessed what he meant. He pointed behind him and said, "Go."
Hu Jinyu peed out at a loss. As soon as he walked to the clump of bamboo, a little hen suddenly flew out of the kitchen, flapped its wings and landed at his feet.
The little hen cooed and flapped its wings so loudly that the chicken feathers flew into Hu Jinyu's nose, causing him to sneeze loudly.
The cook chased her to the door and shouted: "Hurry up! Get it!"
Li Jun and Song Huiyue looked up at the same time. Seeing the little hen coming towards them, they both protected the basin at hand.
"Xiao Hu, catch it quickly!" Li Jun shouted.
"Oh, okay." Hu Jinyu rushed out with hands and feet, went straight to the little hen, and chased the little hen in the yard, sweating profusely, before catching it.
The cook thanked him again and again, took the pullet from his hand, carried it back to the kitchen, raised the knife and poured out the chicken's blood. Song Huiyue and Li Jun both breathed a sigh of relief and plucked the chicken feathers off their heads.
Hu Jinyu sat back in the room and looked at the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva placed casually on the table. The sadness in his heart was much dispersed by the excitement.
Before dinner, Yin Xiao came back and brought back four bundles of gold and silver paper.
After dinner, the two cooks and Lao Zhang went home to celebrate the festival, and only four of them, Song Huiyue, were left at home.
The tables, chairs and benches were moved to the yard, and the four people sat around the table and began to fold gold and silver ingots. They couldn't go to the grave, so they had to fold the ingots at home and wait until the Qingming Festival to burn them.
Hu Jinyu is an outsider, but he integrates into it wonderfully - not a friend, not an enemy, like a guest living here.
The table was soon filled with ingots. Hu Jinyu folded them and looked up at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue is very thin, with sunken eye sockets, and a feeling of exhaustion from exhaustion. Her fingers are also thin, flying between the gold and silver paper, and the joints are bluish-white.
He thought that this man was so tenacious, that his heart was not made of flesh, but made of iron, kneaded from mud, or hewn from stone.
After reading it, he lowered his head and continued folding, wanting to go out and buy a few more bundles of paper - there were too many Hu family members.
Fortunately, in the next three days, Yin Xiao went down every day and brought back a lot of gold and silver paper, enough to burn Hu Jinyu's family.
Li Jun himself even went out to a paper-making shop, bought many paper figures and horses, and used them as servants and maids. He wanted to burn them for his relatives in Prince Chen's Mansion to enjoy underground. On the last day, he had a cold meal and carried them back to a bamboo house.
He wrote the words "Prince Chen's Mansion" on the door plaque in his own handwriting.
Waiting until early in the morning of Qingming Festival, Yinxiao Xiumu was at home. Early in the morning, he lit a fire in the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, steamed sweet dumplings and other things, opened three jars of Jinhua wine, and set up the offering table.
, put in the incense candles and put three braziers.
The gold and silver ingots and the paper figures and horses were all packed up in the back room, and he carried them out in baskets.
After everything was settled, it was daybreak. He went into the house, changed into a pair of clean clothes, and stood at the door of the main room.
As soon as the door of the main room opened, Song Huiyue walked out. She was wearing a plain dress, her face was energetic, her head and face were neatly groomed, and she looked like a "sensible and dignified" good girl.