The bright night sky, one touch after another, is dazzling, colorful and shining.
Bai Haitang returned to modern times in a trance, which reminded her of "Fireworks Play" by Qu You of the Ming Dynasty:
The sky is in bloom for countless months, and auspicious clouds of five colors surround the Jiangtai.
Falling to the ground, the stars suddenly dispersed, and the sound of rain swirled in the sky.
Angrily hitting the jade bucket and turning over the clear snow, bravely stepping on the golden wheel to stir up thunder.
Even more people are gradually dispersed, and the colorful lanterns are picked up by the pole.
"It would be great if it kept blooming in the sky and never fell." Wintersweet looked at the gradually scattering fireworks and felt disappointed.
"The beauty of fireworks is that they only bloom for a moment. If they bloomed for a whole season like flowers in the garden, people wouldn't be so nostalgic and lingering," Bai Haitang said.
There are two days left before his birthday, and Bai Haitang still doesn't know that the county town has changed drastically. Everything is being prepared to welcome the prince.
Every household is celebrating a festival. Even if they don't go to Zhang Mansion, they will gather with relatives and friends at home, braise some chicken, duck and fish, fry some sticky cakes and meatballs, and give them as gifts from neighbors.
Over time, year after year, this has become an unwritten custom.
The next morning, Bai Haitang made batches of fireworks according to yesterday's recipe, enough to ensure that they would burn in Zhang Mansion for half an hour.
When he finished his work, Bai Haitang stretched and wrapped these things.
"Lamei, have you seen anyone staying near the cave recently?" Bai Haitang thought of this incident.
"I didn't pay attention, Sister Haitang, no one usually goes to that place, why do you suddenly ask me this?" Lamei put down what she was doing.
"Do you still remember the plant ashes we sprinkled when we left last time? Yesterday morning when I was getting mineral materials, I found a pair of footprints on the ashes. The footprints were very big and didn't look like a woman's. You can leave some of them behind to see who goes in that direction."
Haitang warned.
Lamei also knows the importance of the cave to them. Without it, they will not be able to dye various colors. After spending the money they have saved, their lives will eventually be as poor as before. Even if they are sick, they will not be able to afford it.
If you take medicine, you may not even need a good coffin until you die.
Thinking of this, Lamei took Haitang's instructions to heart.
Just after lunch, a well-dressed handsome young man was walking from outside Qiaotou Village in the direction of Haitang Dyeing House. There were very few outsiders in Qiaotou Village.
Moreover, this young master wears a belt on his head, wears jade around his waist, holds a paper fan in his hand, and even his boots are inlaid with turquoise. At first glance, such a person does not come from the countryside, let alone Qiaotou Village.
Therefore, along the way, he attracted the attention of many Qiaotou villagers, especially the girls who were about to get married in the village. When they saw the young man from the city passing by, they did not dare to look at him blatantly, so they could only watch quietly through the cracks in the windows.
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Even the nine concubines who were weaving in the old rich man's courtyard heard other weaver girls outside the door talking about a young man from the city passing by, and they all wanted to go out and see if the young man in the city also had one nose and two eyes.
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But the old rich man raised his eyebrows and stood in the middle of the courtyard with his huge body. Who dared to talk about other men in private, let alone look at them...
Just keep weaving obediently. The old rich man is a little nicer to them now, who dares to bite them in the face?
Otherwise, you will be labeled as unruly, and if you fail, you will be divorced.
At most, I could just look through the cracks in the door and look at the expressions on the faces of the girls who were talking.
Young Master Pianpian walked very slowly and saw women in every household weaving.