Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 246 Jiang Taigong Fishing

Song Yun didn't know how Wang Zhen hurried on the road with a secret, but she felt that the journey to the capital was quite pleasant.

The people in the caravan were quite polite to their group, not to mention that this group is going to take the Jinshi examination, and may become an official in the future, it is always right to have a good relationship.It is said that they all returned home without feathers, and their status as Juren is enough to be respected by merchants.

Another point is that it seems that Song Nian and the others have slowed down the progress of the caravan, but also because of the existence of this line of scholars, the caravan passed many checkpoints on the road more smoothly than usual.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and the class gap in ancient times can be said to be reflected in all aspects.

Let’s take this trip as an example. The caravan is used to this road. In fact, the checkpoint has been cleared, and no one will deliberately embarrass or even snatch the goods by coercion.

But the King of Hades is easy, and the little ghosts are hard to deal with. The county magistrates and magistrates will not make things difficult for them, but the soldiers guarding the gate have plenty of ways to slow down their progress.

You can't say that people are targeting you. After all, you have brought so much goods and so many cars. What if there are fugitives hiding?What if the sale of prohibited items?

Then you have to check carefully, one by one. After such a check, you don’t know how long it will take to check. It may be spent at the gate of the city all day.

But one more day of delay is just one day's rations. With so many people, there are mules and horses to chew on. Don't you need money for food?
If you are unfortunate enough to ship goods with a not too long shelf life, the daily loss will be a large sum.

Therefore, the stewards of caravans are used to carrying several purses with them, filled with broken silver of different sizes, and bribe the little bosses according to the difficulty of passing the checkpoints, so as to avoid disasters if they lose money.

But now it is different:
People with fame can go through the VIP special channel.There is no need to check, as long as they take out the certification documents, they will be welcomed in respectfully and respectfully.

Let's not talk about saving money, after all, it doesn't save much, but it saves time and saves face.

Especially those who run business on this road can be regarded as looking down and seeing up.

Before, everyone waited bitterly for the gate of the city, nodding and bowing their heads to let them go quickly, but now they are the ones who hold their heads high and take advantage of the light of others to leave indifferently in front of those colleagues.

For the sake of this face, and also to make friends with promising scholars, even if Song Nian and the others have literati feelings from time to time, they have to stop to watch the sunrise, sunset, rain, and snow scenes, and write a few sour poems by the way. A reconciliation, or writing a letter to friends far away, adding a painting, showing off implicitly, the steward of the caravan still smiled and tossed with them.

Song Jun also felt that the undeveloped scenery of this original ecology was quite beautiful, but her cultural level was too low for her to write poems, so she barely read the sentence "Looking at the red mountains all over the world, and the forests are all dyed", and she had to be careful not to be heard arrive.

And let her spend some ink painting on the bumpy journey, and ruin a piece of clothing every minute. She has no choice but to find a few charcoal pencils and draw a few stick figures. She also thinks regretfully, if only there were crayons, At any rate, it's a color.

Although it is okay to wait until the capital and then slowly copy and color the stick figure, but she always feels that if the current beauty is not preserved in time, it will lose its flavor if it is made up for in the future.

She vaguely remembered that the early steps of the crayon were a bit like soap, but she forgot how to do it, so she could only press down on this desire and wait until later to find a way.

Song Nian started a family when he was young, and he has always been more realistic. He didn't have much literati's leisure and elegance, but it may be because he has been suppressed for a long time before the exam, or it is rare to take his family and friends to travel, and he is also free. Not a lot.

He even took advantage of the rain to fish in the mist with his cousin and brother-in-law. Song Yun felt very sad when he saw it. There were not many loaches in such a small ditch, and he still fished, and he could catch them. what?
This is the difference in the way of thinking, Song Yun only thinks about fishing and eating.

But for these literati who have studied art for decades and are waiting to sell to the emperor's family, what they are catching is not a fish, but Jiang Tai's ideal of "meeting the master and making full use of his strengths".

That is to say, Song Yun didn't know their subtle thoughts, otherwise he would definitely say it, so what kind of hooks do you use?Fishing with a straight hook is a good meaning.

However, even if it was a hook, after fishing for half the morning, they really didn't catch anything, and a small bucket of earthworms was wasted.

Song Zhen dug this when he was crazy about playing. He thought he would make money by exchanging earthworms for fish soup, but he didn't expect to lose everything.

In the end, Wang Qi was honest, and took the initiative to give his nephew a very beautiful stone, which was white all over, but it was not expensive. Mrs. Song took a look at it, and asked her grandson to accept it.

As the saying goes, the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows.

Song Yun also fell in love with this stone, which Wang Qi picked up on the river bank a few days ago, but Song Yun claimed to be a sensible child, so she was embarrassed to ask her elders for it like a coquettish fool.

Now that it's in her brother's hands, Song Yun doesn't have to worry so much. After all, she has a lot of things that her second brother covets.

For example, the mushroom sauce made at the post station with the mushrooms she picked, or the jam made with wild fruits and sugar, are rare condiments on the way.

Anyway, she doesn't live on these sauces, she has space, and occasionally she can secretly put a layer of old godmother in her steamed buns, as long as the cover is tight enough, and she turns her back slightly when eating, then others won't notice.

Song Jun only mentioned it a little, and Song Zhen happily gave the stone to his sister

Song Zhen also felt that he had taken advantage of it. Earthworms are not suitable for eating or drinking. When he encounters fertile land, he can dig a lot of them with a stick of incense. He doesn't feel disgusted, but enjoys it.

Song Yun sometimes has to mutter, this brother, it's a pity, if he was born in modern times, interested in insects, and he talks a lot and is very trivial, it is still very good to be an insect science joker like Director Fox.

But in ancient times, all hobbies can only be recognized when he has achieved fame, otherwise he is playing with things and losing his mind.

Song Yun got the stones, Song Zhen got the food, and speaking of it, the people who went fishing in the rain suffered the most.

Without him, the wind is cold.

Thinking about it, it's already September, and there is one autumn rain and one cold, and they still have to go fishing when it rains. It's unreasonable for them not to be cold.

For the sake of these middle-aged men who are not young but not stable at all, the few pieces of dried ginger that Shen shi prepared for the children and mother-in-law were buried in their stomachs.

　Happy Children's Day.

　　On the way, I saw a lot of children with red faces. Sure enough, no matter what time it is, Children's Day is a festival for children to perform for the elders.

　　I was also like this when I was a child. Every time I was forced to paint my face red, wear a small Bling Bling skirt, and sing along to the chorus in a daze, and then my parents took me to buy a bag of snacks in the afternoon, which was considered a holiday.

　　
　
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