White Mule Snow Spirit is so domineering that she also takes away the rooster's job. Every day at dawn, it neighs in the back garden. When the white mule crows, the big rooster raised by Cui Gu is too lazy to crow.
It’s because I have a small voice and can’t bark that mule——
Zhang Yuan opened his eyes, stretched widely, and heard the brisk footsteps walking through the hall. This is the little girl Tu Ting. Wu Ling is not here these days, so Tu Ting takes the initiative to take care of the white mule. Every day
Early in the morning, the white mules were sent to graze by the Toumo River. At night, the white mules were given some bean paste and brushed. The little girl was obviously very happy with this job. Today, because Wu Ling was back, she was afraid that Wu Ling would take the lead.
The mule barked, turned over and got out of bed, quickly put on his clothes and rushed out——
Wu Ling, who heard the whinnying of the white mule, was about to get up when he heard the young master in the room say: "Rabbit Pavilion has gone."
Wu Ling laughed, looked up to the sky and fell on the bed again, saying: "Let her, let her." After laughing for a while, he asked: "Master, will you ride Xue Jing to Kuaiji today?"
Hearing the young master's "hmm", Wu Ling hurriedly got up and rushed to the back garden, asking Tu Ting not to let the white mule go. The young master would use the mule instead of walking today, and feed him some beans to make the snow spirit stronger.
At the end of the day, Zhang Yuan was eating wheat porridge and yellow cakes. Mu Zhenzhen came from Sandai Street six miles away carrying a heavy basket of fruits. The bamboo basket was divided into two parts with a small fence.
Dongyang Nanzao, one side is Shan Yin Xie orange, a total of forty kilograms, and there is a small scale stuck on the side of the bamboo basket.
Zhang Yuan didn't ask Mu Zhenzhen if she had eaten breakfast. If asked, she would definitely say that she had, and directly ordered: "Go to the kitchen and serve a bowl of wheat fruits."
"Master, my maid has eaten."
"I've eaten. I'm hungry after walking such a long way. Let's have another bowl."
The young master's tone left no room for argument. Mu Zhenzhen said "oh" and went to eat wheat porridge as ordered.
Zhang Yuan smiled and put half of the yellow cake in his hand into his mouth and chewed it, then rinsed his mouth and washed his noodles, and went to tell his mother that he was going to Mr. Wang Siren's house and that he would be back early on the Double Ninth Festival.
Zhang's mother, Lu, said: "It's better to go back in the evening on the eighth day of the lunar month, so that you can rest at home for two nights."
Zhang Yuan said: "Well, I'll just report it to Mr. Sir when the time comes."
Wu Ling excitedly led the white mule over and said, "Master, let's go."
Zhang's mother, Lu, said hurriedly: "My son should not ride an animal on the street. There are many people on the street. If the animal is startled, it will either hurt others or yourself. Otherwise, call a rattan sedan to come."
Zhang Yuandao said, "What mother said is right. The son no longer rides the mule on the street. The son is not afraid of walking, but just on a whim." He asked Wu Ling to take the white mule back to the back garden.
Zhang's mother, Lu, still ordered Shi Shuang to escort Zhang Yuan to Wang's house in Kuaiji. Mu Zhenzhen had already been waiting by the bamboo fence gate. When she saw the three young masters coming out, she hurriedly knelt down and picked up the bamboo basket -
Shi Shuang said: "Zhenzhen, let me help you pick it up in a basket."
Mu Zhenzhen said hurriedly: "No, no, thank you, Uncle Shi. I can carry it. How far is it to the Sea Dragon King Temple?"
Shi Shuang said: "Then let me help you carry a ride."
Mu Zhenzhen refused, saying that she was used to carrying it and didn't need help.
The four of them set out on the road. Mu Zhenzhen walked at the back. Looking at the young master's back a few steps away, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. He didn't feel any burden. He crossed the Yuewang Bridge lightly and went to Wang Siren's mansion.
Go straight, turn left to go to Prince Qiansu Temple——
Mu Zhenzhen asked: "Master, do you want to go and see the sea dragon sacrifice first? Some are dressed as timely rain, and some are dressed as black whirlwind. It's very fun."
The basket on the back was heavy, and two hemp ropes pulled Mu Zhenzhen's shoulders back. The green and black armor was tightly stretched, highlighting the outline of the fourteen-year-old fallen girl's breasts, which were not high, and left.
Four or five miles away, there is a slight sweat on the forehead, a slightly red complexion, and eyes as green as a black pool that are timid and moving——
Wu Ling also wanted to go and see it, and said, "It's only the beginning of the morning. I'm afraid Mr. Wang hasn't gotten up yet."
Zhang Yuan said: "Okay, let's go and have a look and then leave."
Shi Shuang was speechless and just followed the young master.
It is obviously the temple of King Qiansu, but people in Kuaiji call it the Temple of the Sea Dragon King. King Qian Su, the leader of Wuyue in the Five Dynasties, is called the Temple of the Sea Dragon King. When there are droughts and floods in Kuaiji and Shanyin counties, they come to Saishe to pray to the gods.
, said to be very effective.
Two or three miles away, you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. After bypassing a cypress forest, you can see the Temple of Prince Qiansu on the south bank of the Reviewing Officer River. There are not many people in the square in front of the temple. There are two large stages set up. It seems to be a big place.
The competition club was competing for victory. It was still early, there were no actors on the stage yet, only the gongs and drums were beating loudly.
Mu Zhenzhen said: "Master, that little maid has gone to sell fruit."
Zhang Yuan said: "Okay, I'll walk around for a while and then leave."
Mu Zhenzhen was selling oranges, and Nan Zao was gone. Zhang Yuan, Wu Ling, and Shi Shuang walked around the square. They were all just idlers, pretending to be Song Jiang. None of Li Kui's actors were seen. Wu Ling said: "This will happen in the afternoon."
It's really lively, young master, let's come see it again in the afternoon."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Sir, you will pull my ear skin. Xiao Wu, you can come and see me for a while, but it shouldn't exceed half an hour."
Wu Ling was very happy and thanked the young master.
Zhang Yuan traveled around to search for Mu Zhenzhen's figure and saw her weighing fruit for an old man under the stage in the east. Yes, every pound sold was a pound lighter. He said to Wu Ling and Shi Shuang: "Let's go - Uncle Shi, what are you doing now?"
Just go back, no need to send it away."
Shi Shuang said: "My wife has told me that I must send my wife to Mr. Wang's house."
Zhang Yuan shook his head and said with a smile: "My mother always treats me as a child."
Shi Shuang said, "Master, you don't have to go back. You can go east along the Guanhe River and get to Xinghua Temple."
Zhang Yuan and Wu Ling followed Shi Shuang eastward along the south bank of the Guan River. There was an endless stream of pedestrians along the way. They were all suburban people who came to attend the temple fair. The temple fair was a poor joy for ordinary people. They lived in poverty and the people who had been working hard for many years only had a few days a year.
It can relieve boredom and amuse you——
A single-coupled two-wheeled carriage drove over slowly. Two maids and two servants followed the carriage on the left and right. Pedestrians on the road gave way. In Jiangnan, carriages are more noble than sedans. If they are not officials, where can there be carriages?
The dirt road by the river was narrow. Zhang Yuan, Shi Shuang, and Wu Ling were also hiding on the roadside waiting for the carriage to pass by. The carriage rumbled by. Zhang Yuan dusted his sleeves and was about to get on the road when he suddenly heard a pure childish voice calling.
Said: "Brother Mr. Zhang—brother Mr. Zhang——"
"It's Shangjing emblem."
Zhang Yuan turned around anxiously and saw that the carriage had not stopped and was still moving forward. A small white hand stretched out from the window on this side and shook it vigorously——
Zhang Yuan chased the carriage a few steps, then slowed down, feeling that it was difficult to catch up. At this time, the carriage slowly stopped again, and Xiao Jinghui's cry came from the carriage.
Zhang Yuan hurried forward. The two servants who were following the carriage turned around and stared at him. When they saw a gentle and handsome young scholar, their expressions softened slightly. A maid said something to the carriage window.
After a while, the car door opened, revealing first a pair of small embroidered shoes and a small hand holding the door. The maid beside the car was about to reach out to hug her, when the small embroidered shoes flew up like butterflies, and a little girl jumped out of the car nimbly——
Zhang Yuan heard the voice of a woman in the car saying "Ouch", and was obviously worried that the little girl would fall. Zhang Yuan politely bowed to the little girl with five-color braided hair: "Miss Jing Hui,
Hello."
There were still a few tears hanging on Xiao Jinghui's face, but his smile was as bright as a flower. The teardrops were like the morning dew on the petals. The little person also blessed Zhang Yuan, his movements were endearing, and he said crisply: "Brother Mr. Zhang, you are
Okay, I knew I would meet Mr. Zhang’s brother today, as soon as I went out, right?"
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "Young Master Zhang, Xiao Jinghui has never been out of the house since your last trip to Tao Garden." Just as he was about to bend down to say a few words to Xiao Jinghui, the maid came over and said: "Mr. Zhang, it's not convenient to talk on the street.
, Sir, please go to the square in front of the temple and then talk."
Many villagers were watching, and this scene was really embarrassing, but little Jinghui was so cute, and I didn't know if her little aunt was in the car, so Zhang Yuan certainly wouldn't turn around and leave.
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