Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 631
It's the twelfth lunar month, and the taste of Chinese New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

Early in the morning, Wu Tong, the housekeeper, led the servants in the mansion, and drove the carriage to the West Market, where they bought a few large carts of New Year's goods, ranging from all kinds of meat to silk and satin.

Qiao'er went crazy, Li Qinzai not only exempted him from ten days of homework, but also returned the slingshot to him, not only that, but also made him a bunch of firecrackers.

The premise of letting him play is that he is not allowed to hurt others. If any hurtful behavior is found, the slingshot and firecrackers must be taken back.

Qiao'er excitedly agreed, turned around and lit a firecracker and threw it into the water tank. With a loud bang, the water tank burst.

Extreme joy often leads to sorrow only in an instant, and Qiao'er turned in the cannonball in despair with a miserable expression on his face.

Cui Jie took out all the embroidery work from the bottom of the box in previous years, and made a new set of clothes for Li Ji, Li Siwen, Li Cui, and her husband and son. Even Cui Sheng, the elder brother who is an official in Chang'an, also gave it away set.

What follows is an endless human relationship.

During festive seasons, there are many dignitaries and officials in the city of Chang'an, especially the British government. During the festive season, the dignitaries must visit the residence where the gifts were given.

This year, there is an extra county lord in the British government, and there is an endless stream of people giving gifts.Li Qinzai didn't like it any more, but the world's sophistication forced him to socialize reluctantly. He was either receiving gifts or on the way to give them for several days.

Li Qinzai became more and more impatient, this kind of life was definitely not what he wanted, and his patience could only support him for a few days at most.

So he secretly decided to take his mother-in-law and son back to Ganjing Village after the new year, away from the human relations in Chang'an City.

In the study room in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion, Li Qinzai, who was wearing new clothes, took out a few strings of beads from his arms, and presented them to Li Ji as if they were offering treasures.

Li Ji took it over, squinted his eyes for a while, and said, "What thing? Buddha beads? Hehe, I don't believe this."

"Grandpa, this is not a Buddhist bead, it's called 'Chuan'er', and it was made by my grandson for you."

Li Ji's expression froze, and he immediately became serious. He held the skewer in both hands and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the skewer in his hand was not simple. Although it was made of wood, it faintly revealed a fierce killing intent.

The things that grandson built with his own hands must be no worse than the three-eyed blunderbuss.

After scrutinizing it for a while, Li Ji didn't understand it, so he said solemnly: "What is the use of this thing? Is it for the army or for the people?"

"It's for plates."

Li Ji frowned: "What is a 'pan'?"

Li Qinzai took the skewers and showed Li Ji a demonstration.I saw the skewer constantly turning and rubbing in the palm of his hand. Li Qinzai sometimes turned the skewer with one hand, and sometimes rubbed it with both hands. His movements were very similar to those of a steel virgin visiting a brothel for the first time. .

Li Ji hissed, and said: "And then? After rubbing and caressing like this, how powerful is it?"

"Totally powerless."

Li Ji looked at him silently, while Li Qinzai looked straight at him innocently.

The grandfather and grandson were silent for a while, Li Ji said slowly: "So, it is just a plaything?"

"Cough, a plaything with cultural background, especially suitable for greasy middle-aged and elderly people. This thing is made of agarwood or rosewood. It is often worn and rubbed. It can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, calm the mind and refresh the mind, and has the effect of prolonging life..."

Holding the string of beads in his hand, Li Ji's old face was troubled for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to give the grandson a good meal, or to praise the grandson for his filial piety.

"Old man, I heard that you have been beating in your yard for the past two days just to make these playthings?"

"To correct it, it's not exactly a plaything. If grandpa keeps holding it, kneading it, and playing with it all the time, over time, a layer of paste will form on the beads, and this thing will be considered a big one. Grandpa can leave it at that time Your comrades in robes are frightened."

Li Ji sighed, and said: "Although you are young, you should know that time is precious, why waste your good time on such trivial matters? Don't you know that you are playing with things and losing your mind..."

"Grandpa, grandson will lose his mind if he doesn't play with toys. The grandson's failure has nothing to do with whether he plays with toys or not."

Li Ji was so choked that he rolled his eyes: "You are very straightforward."

Holding a few strings of beads in front of Li Ji, Li Qinzai said with a smile: "Grandpa remembers to make them all the time, and my grandson spent a lot of effort to make them. Don't let my grandson down. If you know its beauty, you will be addicted."

Li Ji laughed, and said: "Forget it, although the old man doesn't know the meaning of this thing, but in his spare time, he will...well, 'disk' it."

Li Qinzai smiled happily, and immediately decided to make two sets of big underpants and a few pairs of slippers after returning home.

Just imagine, when the weather warms up in spring, Li Ji is wearing big pants and slippers, holding skewers in his hands, and ostentatiously passing through the city of Chang'an. That kind of literary style mixed with a strong greasy smell will definitely trigger a fashion trend in Chang'an city.

By the way, I will also send a few skewers to Li Zhi, and the monarch and ministers will be greasy together.

"Grandpa, do you like it?" Li Qinzai happily waited for Li Ji's compliment.

Li Ji really lived up to expectations, and praised: "I like it, don't do it next time."

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On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

The servants of the Duke's Mansion had just swept away the snow at the door, when a carriage slowly drove up from the end of the street.

The carriage stopped in front of the Duke's Mansion, and the housekeeper Wu Tong led several servant girls to step forward and opened the curtain of the carriage.

A pair of figures were helped down from the carriage, and they turned out to be Zhao Daoyun and Zhao Daosheng, siblings.

The housekeeper Wu Tong stepped forward to greet him, his expression was still kind and cordial, but compared to the spirit of greeting Li Qinzai, it was much less enthusiastic.

"Old man Wu Tong, the housekeeper of the British government, met the little lady."

Even though they were siblings, Wu Tong only saluted Zhao Daoyun, while Zhao Daosheng next to him was completely ignored by him, which shows the status of a concubine.

Zhao Daoyun didn't dare to take it too seriously, and hastily saluted: "I'm troubling Butler Wu."

Wu Tong smiled and said: "Erlang knew that the young lady has come to Chang'an and lives in the posthouse. The new year is approaching, and he really can't bear the little lady's siblings to celebrate the New Year in the deserted posthouse, so he sent someone to pick up the young lady. Come."

Zhao Daoyun looked terrified, as if he was disturbed by alarming Li Siwen and causing him trouble.

"My brother and I didn't intend to take the liberty of visiting the house. We came to Chang'an just to increase my knowledge. It doesn't matter if I stay in the posthouse for the New Year, but it's not a big deal for Butler Wu to worry about."

Wu Tong stepped aside, and said politely: "This old man is just following orders. If you have something to say, you may as well tell Erlang and Second Madam, please come into the mansion."

Standing in front of the mansion gate, Zhao Daoyun looked up at the solemn and solemn plaque of the British mansion, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he quickly concealed it.

Zhao Daosheng didn't say a word, as if he was just an accompanying servant, he bowed respectfully and helped his sister into the door.

There is no flower bridge, no advocacy, and no guests.

In this way, Zhao Daoyun quietly entered the door of the British government.

This is the treatment of concubines.

(End of this chapter)