There were no more twists and turns on the way back to Bai's Cloth Shop on Qinghe Street.
At sunset, Bai Gui returned home.
A brazier was set up at home.
Placed at the door.
"If you don't go home before dark, you should step over the brazier before going home to avoid getting contaminated with anything dirty outside."
"Mom, I only have a son like you, so be careful in everything."
Bai Li's way...
On Qingming Festival, the door to hell is wide open. She has heard some stories about some men or women with insufficient yang energy who did not have time to go home before dark, and their bodies were stained with dirt. The next day, they behaved differently than usual.
, the neighbors were puzzled, and they invited a Taoist priest or eminent monk to find out that a ghost had taken possession of him.
Although her son Bai Fugui is a martial arts champion, tall and strong, he still has to be careful in everything.
"Okay, I'll step over the brazier and come in again."
Bai Gui nodded, took it off and threw it from the brazier to his home, then stepped over and landed firmly on the threshold.
Although he knew that ordinary ghosts would not dare to provoke him, it was better to follow the family's wishes for this trivial matter, as there would be no harm in it.
Entered the door.
The brazier is not extinguished.
"A few years ago, my mother heard that you accepted Marshal Han as your teacher, and I was very happy. Don't joke that my mother is weak-minded. After all, that is Marshal Han. We have climbed to the top. From now on, our family status will be different. When we compile the genealogy,
, can give you a little more confidence and glory..."
"But you plan to join the army this autumn, and I hate you. I hate myself for why I didn't stop you then..."
"But this is your ambition. Your master has taught you for so many years, so you have to go."
Bai Li held Bai Gui's hand and sat on the chair, crying and wiping her tears, "I discussed it with the Tang family a few days ago to set an auspicious date as soon as possible to complete your marriage to Wan'er..."
"The auspicious day will be ten days from now."
"These days, no matter what, you have to leave a grandson for your mother. You can be said to be good at choosing someone. Now is the time for Wan'er to have children. If you choose someone who is younger, how will you let your mother live?"
She babbled.
These words made Bai Gui's ears tingle after hearing these words for the past few days.
"Mom, don't worry, I am Cheng Zhonglang of the ninth grade, and I am also a boy boy from the boy's department. Now I still have the civil service title of school secretary. If I go to join the army, I will not be a big-time soldier. Then
At least he is a commander. This is just a preliminary experience. After one or two years, it will not be difficult to be promoted to the rank of Yuhou, the commander of the military capital, or even a higher official."
Bai Gui sighed and explained patiently.
He was a martial arts champion and was born as a boy. These qualifications made him extremely popular. Even in the Song Dynasty, which valued civil servants but despised military officers, he would not be despised at all.
At the same time, if he joins the army, he will only go to the Imperial Army.
The Forbidden Army is organized into four levels: compartment, army, camp, and capital. Each has a hundred people. The camp governs five capitals, the army governs five battalions, and the camp governs ten armies.
The commander is in charge of the camp, which is composed of five hundred people.
The commander of the military capital, Yuhou, the military capital, oversees an army of 2,500 people.
And this... is only the official position that Bai Gui has achieved.
You must know that Han Shizhong, the former privy envoy (the largest military attache in the Song Army), was Bai Gui's teacher. Even though Han Shizhong lived in seclusion, he had many old friends in the Forbidden Army.
If you have background and qualifications, your promotion speed will not be slow.
In addition, for someone who has joined the army and reached a middle-level general like Bai Gui, the chance of being killed in battle is very slim.
"The golden man is so scary."
"The Jurchens are less than ten thousand and they are invincible! If you go to hunt for gold, who knows what might go wrong."
Bai Li said with lingering fear.
Although she was born in Lin'an Prefecture and had never seen a Jin person, the entire Jiangnan people were already afraid of the Jin people. How could women and children like her not be frightened when they heard the Jin people's bad reputation?
"I didn't say I wouldn't marry."
"Mom..., then it's up to you to worry about this matter."
Bai Guidao.
He doesn't mind getting a wife sooner or later.
Now that he has decided to join the army this autumn, according to the usual practice at this time, it is common sense to get married as soon as possible and leave a bloodline. No matter how much truth there is, it is not as big as a family inheritance.
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The next day.
Bai Gui went to the home of Yi'an layman Li Qingzhao to play horse racing.
By the way, recite poems and write poems in pairs.
In the past six years, he would take time out from time to time to go to Li Qingzhao's home to play cards with Li Qingzhao for entertainment.
One is that Bai Gui needs to rely on Li Qingzhao's reputation to pave the way for himself. The other is that Li Qingzhao is very good to Bai Gui and regards him as his son. Li Qingzhao has no children and is alone. Bai Gui naturally wants to accompany this "adopted mother"
.
Well, in the fifteenth year of Shaoxing, that is, three years ago, Li Qingzhao saw that Bai Gui was really well-behaved and smart, so he begged the Bai Li family and accepted Bai Gui as his adopted son.
Bai Gui has no good reason to evade.
In addition, Yi'an layman Li Qingzhao takes enough care of him on weekdays.
I could only go along with the flow and agreed.
He didn't mind much about the little things about his name.
"Little rich man..."
"I heard that you are getting married? This is the dowry that the godmother saved. She has lost some in playing cards over the years, but it is still a lot. I will order it to be delivered to your home later. It is considered as a gift from the godmother to you.
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After the horse racing was over, Li Qingzhao took a sip of tea, pointed at the dowry hidden in a pile of mahogany boxes next to the dressing table, and said with a smile.
Li Qingzhao, a layman in Yi'an, was born into a wealthy family. His father, Li Gefei, was a student of Su Shi and was a member of the Ministry of Rites. His mother was the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wang Gui. Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, was also from a wealthy family. After the accumulation of their property, they were extremely rich.
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"Thank you godmother."
Bai Gui twisted the horse chess piece, thinking about the way to hit the horse just now. Hearing this, he nodded and thanked.
It was just a small amount of money, but Li Qingzhao didn't care, and he wouldn't refuse. Anyway, Li Qingzhao had no other relatives except his adopted son.
"By the way, when I went to Yuhuangding yesterday, I picked a Begonia flower. This flower blooms well and is quite spiritual. It is also good for making scented tea."
"My son borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, and I will give them to you, my godmother."
Bai Gui put down the horse chess piece, took out a jade box from his sleeve, handed it to Li Qingzhao, and said.
This crabapple flower was collected by him in the Tianbai Garden of Penglai Cave in the Tang Dynasty. It is a spiritual herb. Although it will not prolong life for a hundred years, it can still eliminate diseases in the body through the spiritual power of the flower.
As for the parents in this world, Han Shizhong and others, he also secretly used spiritual herbs to help them recuperate their bodies.
"The begonia flowers are blooming so beautifully."
"You want to make it into scented tea?"
Li Qingzhao shook her head slightly and smiled tiredly. She yawned, dried the crabapple flowers in a stove, and then made crabapple flower tea using the same method as scented tea.
She is not young now and often feels cold, so even though it is late spring, she still always has a heater indoors.
Not long after, a pot of scented tea was brewed by Li Qingzhao.
Two people drink tea.
"My godmother's poem "Ru Meng Ling" is well written, and my son loves it."
Bai Gui pointed to the handwriting of Li Qingzhao posted in the room, giving some pointers.
"My godmother's things don't belong to you."
"You have such filial piety..."
"It seems that he wants to exchange the crabapple flower for my crabapple flower."
Li Qingzhao shook his head and chuckled, and his words were already in agreement.
While she was talking, she drank a cup of scented tea. She didn't feel much at first, only the scent of the scented tea was overwhelming. But the more she drank, the more she felt that the coldness in her body was being driven away.