Jintong sent Ning Ziyanhong to take turns teaching Zheng Zhan calligraphy in the morning, Su Bai to teach her embroidery in the afternoon, and he started her new life step by step!
Every day, Chenchu went to Jian'an Marquis Mansion to pay her respects to her mother-in-law. She had her own plan in mind. She could not hold Zheng Qiyan's thigh at the moment, so she would hold Mrs. Zhen's thigh first.
Although Zheng Qiyan was born as a concubine, there seemed to be some meaningful feuds between him and Mrs. Zhen. But having said that, the Yi Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, so she had to show her appearance, at least not to be criticized.
This year it was only the middle of May, and the weather was already extremely hot. Mrs. Zhen had always suffered from a bitter summer, and she couldn't use much ice. Once too much ice was put in the house, her whole body ached.
Jintong saw this in his eyes, and when he came to greet Mrs. Zhen that day, he specially brought a large jar of light blue thick liquid. "Mother, this is a folk remedy that my daughter-in-law got by chance. Please ask the people in the ice house to prepare it.
When it's time to freeze, add this cooling ointment to the water, and use one spoon per square ice. From now on, I will use this cooling ice in my mother's house to ensure she feels refreshed."
After thinking about it, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "Mom, this is a recipe for cooling ointment. Let the doctor check if there is anything in it that is not suitable for mother's health. If not, mother can use it with confidence."
Mrs. Zhen pushed Fang Zi away: "Silly girl, there is no need to go to such trouble." She felt sorry for Jin Tong. No matter how much she said, this girl was only sixteen. She could support such a big Hou Mansion by herself. She just got married.
Aunt Shen tampered with the drinking water.
It is said that once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of straw ropes for ten years, and now he is even cautious about giving away things. She felt pity for Jintong, and her attitude was even more kind, and she repeatedly told Jintong what he meant after ten days and eight days.
It’s good to come here once. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, so don’t get heat stroke!
Naturally, Jintong didn't dare to take so long to say hello, so he changed his greetings to every three days, and went back to Jiqing Hall to handle housework every day.
The afternoon and evening are free!
Jintong thought that a healthy body was cheating, oh no! It was the capital of house fighting, so she asked Wu Ping to teach her how to ride a horse, and practice riding skills in the afternoon to exercise her body!
The first two times, she sat on the horse and let Wuping lead the horse slowly, obediently listening to him impart theoretical knowledge.
The third time I got bolder!
She had already established a good relationship with her horse Qizai, a white horse that looked majestic but very docile. So she galloped freely around the house with great confidence, chasing Jintong behind to avoid falling.
After Wu Ping came down, his Qinggong level skyrocketed and he was miserable.
It was a hot day, and Jintong rode his horse and whipped his horse with great ease.
Poor Wu Ping ran on two legs and was covered in sweat and his clothes were covered with salt. Besides, he could only follow behind Jintong and eat the dust produced by Jintong's horse racing every day. Every day he was disgraced and he prayed to God every day for blessing.
Jintong lost interest in horse riding, leaving him out of misery.
Jintong did it on purpose, and he did it deliberately and confidently.
Originally, Wu Ping could ride another horse, but she just said that the space in the house was limited. If the two horses galloped together, they would scare the flowers, leaves and branches. How bad would that be?! It would hurt Grandma Liu's heart.
Ah! It’s not easy for people to plant those trees and flowers! It’s hard to keep your fingers clean from the mud! Respecting the fruits of other people’s labor is a basic quality of life.
Wu An knew that Jin Tong was deliberately punishing the two brothers. Who told them to listen to Master Qi? He could only comfort Wu Ping secretly and asked him to take a good look at Jin Tong. If Jin Tong was injured again, I guess they
The two brothers were speechless.
One day she was riding a horse, and the other afternoon she was writing and writing in her study. She planned to use the advanced theoretical knowledge of the 21st century to improve her living standards.
Most of her dowry consisted of precious jewelry and clothing materials. There were only two shops, one was "Xiangrui Lou", which was one of the largest restaurants in Beijing. The other one was called "Jinxiu Pavilion", which sold precious jewelry, clothing materials and ornaments, etc., with two ladies in charge.
There is also a workshop for Jinxiu Pavilion's daily sales and Jintong's personal jewelry. The chief shopkeeper is named Xu Weiyi, who is especially good at filigree craftsmanship and can make gold and silver wires thinner than hair to weave jewelry. The other one is called Jin Che, who can burn.
She has excellent craftsmanship in making all kinds of glass items. There is also a Zhuangzi. She doesn't know the details of it. She plans to go there and have a look when she has time.
The four personal maids obeyed the little Tou Tou Su Bai's instructions and went in every half an hour to change the tea. If there was nothing urgent, please do not disturb her!
Danzhu was the first to bring tea in, and saw Jintong with his left leg on the chair, tapping his chin with his right finger, frowning and gnashing his teeth, thinking hard, with a layer of sweat on his forehead, and Xuelong curled up obediently and dozing off. Danzhu
Zhu put the tea down and hurriedly helped Jintong wipe the sweat from his forehead. Jintong only raised his hand to signal Danzhu to cool off and continue to think hard.
Ning Zi brought the lotus leaf ice wine in for the second time, only to see dozens of pieces of paper spread out on the floor on the table. Jin Tong danced around with a pen, adding two strokes here and two lines there, with a beaming look on his face.
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Ning Zi took a few peeks, and saw that several paintings were rectangular strips with plum blossoms, squares, peaches and other patterns on them. It felt like talismans drawn by Taoist priests. There were also several paintings with beauties and generals, all marked with "
What kind of symbol is there? The others are like an oval table, but it is divided into grids, and each grid is painted with something unknown? There is also something that seems to be a map, which is too profound, she
I can’t understand it at all!
Ning Zi was worried, Su Bai was still doing needlework calmly: "Madam has her own ideas, why are you anxious? Danzhu, go prepare water first, Yanhong, go pick out a new set of clothes for Madam. Qiaolu, you
Go to the kitchen to get some of Madam’s favorite snacks and bring them in later.”
Qiaolu brought in a few exquisite snacks and a cup of jasmine tea, and Jintong copied it carefully on another piece of drawing paper. She looked over and saw that it was as Ningzi said, like a Taoist priest drawing talismans.
There were a few pictures that she could understand. She was good at cooking, so she recognized them as large stoves for cooking, right?
I saw Snowflake's body was stained with ink, and she was curled up on the table and licking her hair carefully.
She took out the snowflake velvet and cleaned it, and then asked Subai again worriedly: "Sister, Madam, she seems to be possessed by an evil spirit! Is everything really okay?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Bai scolded her with a raised eyebrow: "Look at how Madam is behaving these days. Madam is extremely resourceful and has her own arrangements. We will act accordingly as she gives orders. Remember this, don't disturb Madam!
"Subai is actually uneasy, but as the maid, if she can't decide, how can she manage the people below her.
So she continued to do needlework with a calm look on her face: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter. You have time to make irresponsible remarks. Why not hurry up and help Madam make some light clothes!"
No one dared to say anything, so they all stepped forward to help.
Yanhong was the last one to bring in the cherry juice, and she saw Jintong's literary thoughts pouring out like a fountain, writing at a rapid pace, and he didn't even notice the ink stains on his cheeks.
Su Bai looked at it and saw that it was already the beginning of the year. She led a few maids in and said, "Madam, dinner time is coming soon. The slaves will help you change your clothes."
Qiaolu and the others took a cautious peek and saw that Jintong's face looked normal, and they felt relieved.
Next, Jintong took turns meeting several big shopkeepers who managed his dowry shop at Jiqing Hall every five days.
Xie Huanming, Lin Kun, and Xu Weimin jointly manage Xiangrui Restaurant. Each time, one person is left to take charge of the restaurant, and the other two come to take orders.
Xie Huanming was mature and prudent, and Danzhu secretly gave him the nickname "Coffin Stern Face". His face was always unremarkable. Lin Kun, on the other hand, was so happy that he scratched his head and scratched his head every time. When he returned, he held a large roll of drawing paper given by his wife.
If it weren't for the strict rules in the house, this guy might have danced the Yangko dance. Xu Weimin's voice was so loud that the adjectives used to praise his wife almost shook the roof of Yanbo Haomiaoxuan!
Xu Weiyi and Jin Che were in charge of the workshop, while Jin Xuanyu was in charge of the "Jinxiu Pavilion", holding a large roll of drawing paper every time. Xu Weiyi hurried back as if he had found a treasure, and Jin Che was thinking like a sleepwalker, murmuring to himself
language.
The two ladies in charge, Jin Xuan Yushu, were all smiles. One time, they were so happy that they stepped on each other, causing them both to fall down at the gate. Good boy! Mrs. Jin is famous for being steady!
Jintong stayed at home for a few months, finding new inspiration every day and creating countless tricks.
She has a total of five to six hundred people under her, and there are top leaders in all industries. As long as she draws a picture, there will naturally be people below to complete it perfectly, and it will be 120% to her liking.
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Southern Xinjiang is more than two thousand miles away from Shangjing, and Jintong did not receive the things and letters from Zheng Qiyan until half a month later.
She pondered that southern Xinjiang was actually Yunnan in later generations. Most areas in Yunnan had a pleasant climate and a rich variety of flowers, fruits, and tea trees.
She considered that she had to have a good relationship with Zheng Qiyan, so she pretended to be curious and wrote a five-page letter home. She was obviously concerned about Zheng Qiyan, but actually asked about what delicious food there was in southern Xinjiang. Haha, she is a foodie. What are the fruits of this dynasty?
There were really few varieties, so Jintong wanted to know if there would be more fruits and vegetables in southern Xinjiang, which has beautiful mountains and rivers.
Then follow the advice of her cheap husband. If there is anything that cannot be solved, just ask Mr. Gongsun.
Jintong learned from Wu An that Mr. Gongsun was good at wine, so he visited Yingzhuzhai with two jars of "Yuhuchun" newly brewed by Zhao Laosan according to the method she gave him.
In Jintong's subconscious mind, anyone named Mr. Gongsun must be a powerful person, not to mention that her adopted son also has a domineering name called "Wuji"!
She imagined an image of a tall man with a few long flowing beards, elegant and elegant, waving a fan.
Finally, when I entered Yingzhuzhai, I was so blue!
Gongsun Wuji has a domineering name and a down-to-earth appearance! To put it nicely, it’s hard to describe in words, but to put it bluntly, he’s terribly ugly! Taking a closer look, Jintong sighed: Empress Nuwa is so awesome and has so much imagination in creating humans.
Jintong, a good-looking dog with a beeping expression on his face, handed two jars of wine to the book boy, preparing to endure the pain in his eyes and chat with Gongsun Wuji.
People should not be judged by their appearance. Zheng Qiyan must have something special about him because he valued him so much.
Unexpectedly, Gongsun Wuji disliked Jintong first: "Madam is very stingy. These two jars of wine are not enough for me to rinse my mouth."
Jintong was never polite to ugly people. She took a jar of wine domineeringly, opened the lid of the wine and stuffed it under Gongsun Wuji's nose: "It's more than enough to rinse your mouth, but it's far from enough to wash your face!"
Gongsun Wuji's facial features were relatively small and he was squeezed into the middle, but his face was so big that he could fit a facial mask on one side of his two big cheeks. Jintong complained.
Gongsun Wuji smelled an extremely mellow aroma of wine that he had never smelled in most of his life. He eagerly grabbed the wine jar, raised his head and drank half of the jar. His attitude quickly changed: "Madam, please blame me.
It’s because I’m blind!”
Then he couldn't bear to drink any more. He held the wine jar in front of the jar and squinted his little green eyes, shaking his head and smelling for a long time. Then he reluctantly took a sip, smacking his lips and commenting witty words: "The wine smells good."
Rich, long-lasting in the mouth, you have the character of a gentleman! The aftertaste is sweet, the mouth is full of fragrance, a fairy wine! A fairy wine! Wonderful! Wonderful!”
Jintong doesn't want to chat with this wretched old man!
Gongsun Wuji, however, became enthusiastic: "Madam, you are here with fine wine, why are you doing this?"
Jintong: "I have read very few books, so I would like to speak in human terms. Thank you!"
Gongsun Wuji laughed loudly: "Madam, stop pretending, I can't write the thirty-six strategies that madam wrote."
Jintong rolled his eyes: "They say that's what my father has learned all his life, so I just copied it."
Gongsun Wuji knew it well, and for the sake of the wine, he enthusiastically analyzed the situation in Beijing with Jintong. Although he didn't look much, he had a humorous personality and interesting conversation. Jintong unknowingly fell in love with him
After getting addicted to chatting, he asked the bookboy to bring over two jars of wine. The old man and the young man exchanged cups and gave advice until Gongsun Wuji was very drunk.