Zhang Yuan accompanied Magistrate Hou to have a drink and enjoy the snow at the county government office. The snow fell harder and harder, and the ground was cold. A thin layer soon accumulated. At the beginning of the day, Magistrate Hou went to Jie'ai Hall to handle official documents.
, Zhang Yuan went back alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping on the snow with his white leather boots, making shallow marks step by step. As he walked, his mood gradually improved. Mr. Hou Xianzun said it right, there is always a chance to repay the teacher's kindness, now is the time
Don't think about it so much, just think about Miss Danran and next year's county and prefecture.
I turned around Fuxue Palace and arrived in front of my bamboo fence door. The wood door was ajar. I pushed the door open and went in. I saw a string of straw shoe prints on the ground. They were going to the left side of the hall. The row of earth-walled tile-roofed houses on the left side of the hall were under the kitchen.
In the residence of miscellaneous goods and servants, Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "Who is here, wearing straw sandals even in the snow?"
So she walked over on her straw sandals and saw that Mu Zhenzhen was wearing the black Songjiang cotton tangerine and long skirt that Zhang Yuan paid for to sew for her last time. She was standing barefoot by the well railing on a snowy day, carrying water to wash her feet.
, a pair of muddy straw weeds were placed on the stone well railing, she was bent over, her thin dress was stretched up, outlining her strong round toes and slender legs, her feet were red with cold, and they were scrubbing each other
, the wooden bucket tilted and made a "squeak" sound, the cold water rushed to Zhang Yuan's feet, and then the golden rooster drained the water independently. After some of the water on his feet was drained, he took out a blue cloth shoe from the cloth bag at his waist and put it on Zhang Yuan
Understand, this fallen girl only wears these cloth shoes when she is at his house. These blue cloth shoes were made by his mother, Lu, for Mu Zhenzhen. They are thicker and warmer. Mu Zhenzhen is reluctant to wear them. Every time he comes to his house, he wears them first.
I went to the well and changed out of my straw clothes. I washed my feet and put on my cloth shoes. I came clean to see him. As soon as I went out, I changed back into my straw clothes. It was just like normal. It was like this on this snowy day. It made people heartbroken. "The young master is back, little one."
Brother Wu is on his way to the county government office to pick up the young master."
Big Shitou came running from the back garden and saw Zhang Yuan. He shouted loudly and said to Mu Zhenzhen: "Sister Zhenzhen, wash your feet. Isn't it cold?" Mu Zhenzhen's soft waist stiffened slightly and turned around.
Lai looked at Zhang Yuan with a somewhat flustered expression, and said, "Master, I, my little maid, am not cold." She looked like she had done something wrong.
The snow is still falling in sporadic patches, falling on the handkerchief wrapped around the head of this fallen girl, the stone well railings, the muddy grass, her clean feet, and her graceful figure. This fallen girl is like a pond of ice and snow.
There is a tenacious and unfading white lotus in it, which can withstand hardships and exhale fragrant fragrance. Zhang Yuan put away his umbrella, took a few steps closer, looked at Mu Zhenzhen's feet under her skirt, and asked, "Do you have frostbite on your feet?"
I was quite inferior to my big feet. When the young master stared at my feet like this, I was so panicked that I didn’t know where to hide my feet. If I could have retracted my hands, I had to stand on my feet. My snow-white face suddenly turned red, and I said
: "My little maid has rough hands and feet and never gets frostbite."
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "Wearing leather shoes barefoot on a snowy day will not cause chilblains. Is this the case for people with martial arts skills?" But it was not easy to take a closer look at her feet. He smiled and said, "Come in with me." He said again.
Da Shitou said: "Hurry up and catch up with Xiao Wu. Don't let him go to the county government office." Da Shitou agreed and ran out.
Mu Zhenzhen followed Zhang Yuan. He couldn't hear a sound as he walked. He must have put on his cloth shoes and felt particularly light. Zhang Yuan called out: "Zhen Zhen Yi"
"Well, Master, what's the matter?" Mu Zhenzhen took two steps closer to Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan asked: "Why are you here in such a snowy day? Are you still selling fruits at Dashan Temple?"
Mu Zhenzhen said: "Master, today is my wife's birthday, the first day of November."
Zhang Yuan said "Ah" and knocked on his head. He had been running around for the past two days and had forgotten his mother's birthday. He hurried to see his mother and kowtowed: "My son congratulates my mother on her birthday and wishes her happiness."
Such as the East China Sea and Shoubinan Mountain.
Zhang's mother, Lu Shi, laughed and said, "Why did you suddenly remember it?" When she saw Mu Zhenzhen, who was following her son and kowtowing to her to celebrate his birthday, she smiled and said, "I'm really reminding you, right? I was there a few days ago."
I told Zhenzhen to let her come and eat longevity noodles together today." Zhang Yuan said: "My son should be beaten, but he forgot."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "It's not just a free birthday when there are ten major responsibilities. My son is too busy these days, studying hard, and he also has to win a bet with Yao Fu. Xizhang's great-uncle and Hou County Zundu are both
What can I say, I'm not complaining about you?"
Zhang Yuandao: "It's okay. The main reason is that Teacher Wang is tolerant and doesn't care about the students."
Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, nodded and said, "My son is really lucky to have such a teacher as Wang Xiancui." She added, "Waiting for Mrs. Huang from Xi Zhang to come later, she, Shi Shuang and Cui Gu will go there tomorrow.
Kuaiji is sending Geng Tie. This Mrs. Huang is from the Xizhang clan. She is quite honest and can’t ride a horse and talk.” As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl Tu Ting came in to report that Granny Huang was here. Mrs. Huang came in to see Zhang’s mother, Mrs. Lu.
He also praised Zhang Yuan and flattered Zhang Yuan's mother, Lu, who was so lucky to have given birth to such a talented and handsome young master, and then said that she would go to Kuaiji to talk to the Shang family tomorrow. Since both parties were interested, the matter would be simple.
After sending Zhang Yuan's Geng Tie to the merchant, he then took Miss Shang's Geng Tie back and asked the fortune teller to push and combine it to see if the male and female characters would help each other. Mrs. Huang added: "You still have to write a fortune teller from Master Jiezi's elders.
The Shang family is different from ordinary small households in terms of a marriage certificate. Ordinary small households only need to agree verbally, but officials and officials must have a marriage certificate."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said to Zhang Yuan: "When your father is at home, your father should write it. If he is not at home, my son will go to the West to ask Uncle Zhang to write a marriage letter for you." Zhang Yuan ran to the North Courtyard again.
Seeing his uncle Zhang Rushuang explain his intention, Zhang Rushuang smiled and said: "My uncle is old and comatose. He has been writing for a long time and can't write a single word. You should draft it for me. I will copy it later to save my uncle trouble." Then he asked Zhang Yuan to sit down.
Zhang Yuan thought for a while, then wrote: "The door to virtue is open to many people: In celebration of IKEA, I dare to pay tribute to the book of rulers. I compliment you, your dear sir, and I promise you that your life will be compared to double gold, and your achievements and studies will be the same."
Eryu. The industry is famous for being different, and the strategy is based on the Ming Dynasty. How can the sound and spirit of seeking each other be often humiliated and not abandoned: the material is not Guo Li, the guest who is proud to sit down: Jian Qi Cheng Gong, Mi Er Dong
Neighbors are close to each other. The Japanese are lucky to be in harmony, and the small coins at the end of the sequence are worth mentioning.
In honor of the congratulations of the Qin and Jin Dynasties, Xin Cheng will always be in good health: I look forward to the palace of Jin and Zhang, but I am ashamed of the decline of the sect. It is an honor to have it, and I will tell you. I sincerely accept it."
Zhang Rushuang took it and took a look at it, and laughed and said: "It's a good eight-legged essay, such quick thinking, a young man's composition, looking at the sky with blank eyes, a ready-made text hanging in the sky, it came down in an instant, brushed on the paper, and it was done with just one brush."
Come on, copy it with a pen, seal it with a double red greeting card, and ask Zhang Yuan to take it back.
In the evening, Mrs. Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, left Mrs. Huang to have longevity noodles with her. Before the matchmaker could do it, she rewarded her with a penny. Mrs. Huang smiled happily and said she would come early tomorrow morning.
Mu Zhenzhen stayed here tonight. Her father was out on errands again. Tu Ting was familiar with her now and was no longer afraid of her blue eyes. The two of them were warming themselves by the fire in the small tea room downstairs in the south building. There were pure wolfberry on the small stove.
Tremella and lotus seed soup was ordered by Zhang's mother Lu to prepare it for Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan studied and practiced calligraphy at night, and drank a bowl of lotus seed soup before going to bed. It can warm the stomach and refresh the mind. In the past, Yi Ting cooked lotus seed soup here. Tonight, Mu Zhen is here
You can really take a break here in Yiting. Mu Zhenzhen can do anything inside and outside. Before taking a nap, put two small pieces of rock sugar in the lotus seed soup trough. The rock sugar is packed in a porcelain jar. When putting the rock sugar,
Mu Zhenzhen saw that Tu Ting could not close his little mouth and looked drooling, so he gave Tu Ting a small piece of rock candy. Tu Ting sucked it sweetly and said vaguely: "It's so sweet, so sweet."
Sister, please have a small piece too, my wife and young master won’t scold you.”
Mu Zhenzhen poured the lotus seed soup from the small pottery pot into a celadon bowl, served it on a lacquer plate, and laughed softly: "I don't want to eat it, I brought it to the young master." Zhang Yuan was busy today, so he didn't wait until night.
I calmed down and finished the two eight-part essays. I didn’t dare to muddle through. This was for Teacher Wang’s review. I had to work hard to finish the two eight-part essays. Seeing that it was still early, I copied the "Ling Fei Sutra" again.
", first smelled the fragrance of lotus seeds, looked up, and saw Mu Zhenzhen coming in with lotus seed soup.
Zhang Yuan watched Mu Zhenzhen hold the bowl of lotus seed soup in front of him with both hands. The back of Mu Zhenzhen's hands were white and delicate, but the palms of his hands were rough and calloused. When he put down the celadon bowl, he could almost hear the sound of the rough calluses of his fingers rubbing against the rim of the bowl.
, looking at the areas prone to frostbite on the edges of her palms, I really didn’t see any purple spots from frostbite.
Early the next morning, Mrs. Huang came. She ate two large bowls of egg noodles at Zhang Yuan's house, burping, and went to Kuaiji Shang Family with Shi Shuang and Cui Gufu to propose marriage. Only then did Mu Zhenzhen know that the young master wanted to marry him.
We were engaged. She didn't understand what Geng had written about the marriage certificate yesterday, and thought to herself: "Which lady is it from the merchant? I saw the two ladies from the merchant by the Guangxiang Bridge in the Academy the day before yesterday. They were both very young.
Ah." In the late afternoon, Mrs. Huang and the three of them came back, all of them were beaming with joy. They handed the Shang girl's birth certificate into the hands of Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, and talked about how rich the Shang family was and how polite they were to the three of them. Mrs. Huang was here.
The merchant was not happy when he got six taels of silver as a reward. Most people would give him 2 taels of silver at most. Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, rewarded her with another two taels of silver. From then on, Mrs. Huang had nothing to do with her.
Mrs. Huang went away happily. Zhang's mother, Mrs. Lu, saw that the Shang girl was born on the 19th day of February in the twenty-fifth year of Wanli. She said happily: "It's destined. It's destined."
Zhang Yuan looked over and asked: "Can mother also recommend the eight-character combination of Geng posts?" Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "My son, June 19, and Miss Shang, February 19, are both the birthdays of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Isn’t it predestined, a marriage determined by Bodhisattvas?”
Zhang Yuandao: "June 19th is the day when Guanyin Bodhisattva becomes enlightened."
Zhang's mother Lu said: "It's all the same. February 19th, June 19th, and September 19th are all Guanyin's birthdays, and there are rituals in Dashan Temple.
Then he said: "My son will take Miss Shang's horoscope to the fortune teller over at Fuxue Palace to see if it matches your horoscope. I don't think there is anything wrong with it."
Zhang Yuandao: "Since mother said there is nothing wrong, there is no need to go to a fortune teller.
Mrs. Zhang's mother, Lu, smiled and said: "This is a rule. You must ask a fortune teller to take a look." Cuigu on the side said: "Madam, I heard that there is a fortune teller named Qingmo Shanren on Cross Street who is very good at telling fortunes.
Yes, even if someone lost his cow, he could figure out where he had left it and find it all."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said to Zhang Yuan: "Then my son will go find someone from Qing Mo Mountain to join the Geng Tie."
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