Yu Jun

Chapter 46
After talking about the war, Zhao Shiheng slowly talked to Wu Jin about other things.

"In the 11th year of Yuanzhang, I returned to Kuanzhou for the first time. I was fortunate enough to go to Baozhai. I saw the high city and deep moat, Chongyong and hundreds of pheasants. , the wind and sand covered the moon, then I knew that the cessation of the war was just an excuse for Jin and Xia to recuperate, and there is no reason not to chase the great rivers and mountains in the Central Plains."

Zhao Shiheng looked at Wu Jin: "These four people, are you worried that they will become secret actors?"

Wu Jin said: "The student's concern is not to be careful, but to take advantage of the opportunity to make troubles and provoke them lightly."

Zhao Shiheng's worries for many years, Wu Jin clarified it, and couldn't help but put down the teacup, got up and walked to the window. Seeing the huge shadow outside the window, he felt a little more at ease - between his plot and Wu Jin's speculation , there is only a thin wall left.

And these four Qiang people must not make trouble at this time.

"Since this disaster has been noticed, it must be eliminated. It is not enough to talk about it. Besides, it is useless for you to worry about such things. You should put your mind on Qiu Wei."

"Yes."

Both the teacher and the students felt that the tight strings were a little loose.

It was still early, Zhao Shiheng walked to a row of wooden kitchens by the window, pulled out a drawer, took out a stack of fan noodles, and ordered Wu Jin to fetch pens and ink here.

"The sage said that if there is something to do, the disciple will do his best; if there is wine and food, sir, I will be lazy for a while, and you can serve Mo Jiedu envoy to pick up sunflower, pomegranate and fan noodles."

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Qianlan was going to send sunflower fans to some officials in Kuanzhou to show his affection.

The hollyhocks and pomegranates on the painting fan have already been painted, and it is only necessary to write a poem or two suitable for the occasion, dry the ink, and send it to be mounted and put in a box.

Not even Mo Qianlan's private seal was used.

Everyone who received the painting fan knew that the words were not written by Mo Qianlan, but they didn't care. It didn't matter who wrote the words, what mattered was the message from the Mo family between the lines.

Mo Jiedu has this false title, he can't instruct anyone, but there is news, some news leaked out of his hands, and others pretend to be deaf and dumb to conceal a little news, which is a secret agreed by the city of Kuanzhou.

Wu Jin stepped forward to look at the folding fan, the sunflowers and pomegranates were colorful, the colors were gorgeous and exquisite, so she concentrated her mind and calmed down, studying the ink and picking up the brush.

Zhao Shiheng waited for him to grind the ink, and said from the side: "It's like a mountain of fire pomegranates collapsing into blue clouds."

Wu Jin's pen was like a snake, and was waiting for Zhao Shiheng's next sentence, but he heard Zhao Shiheng say: "Brother Yunsheng."

He paused for a while, and continued to write according to what Zhao Shiheng said.

After finishing writing on the fan, and having dinner with Zhao Shiheng, Wu Jin bid farewell and left the Mo Mansion, heading all the way to her bakery.

The shop opened on Shishi Street, opened at five o'clock, and didn't close until nightfall, and people often came to order cakes, but the business was better than selling them out.

Originally, he sold some candied dates, but Wu Yi ate more than he sold, and lost a lot of money. After that, the shop only sold cakes.

He walked quickly to Cross Street, and there are several boys on the street who have entered elementary schools. When they saw Wu Jin coming back, those who were eager to learn ran out and asked Wu Jin what it meant to "do not hit halfway".

Wu Jin then talked about the battle of Hongshui in detail, and then asked him why he came back so early today.

The child said that his husband was bitten by a dog at noon, and they were given leave in the afternoon.

After hearing this, Wu Jin strode back to the bakery.

It was the setting sun in the evening, and there was a colorful wall hanging under the porch, with the words "Wu's Cake Shop" on it, written in old ink, rich and strong, written by Wu Jin, flipped by the wind, it was already old.

The door of the shop was wide open, and a kitchen stove was built on the left side of the door, and slipped in against the wall. There were steamers, oil pans, chopping boards, wooden sticks and other things on it. cotton rope.

There is a narrow passage on the right to enter, and the inside is not spacious. There are water tanks, gourds and gourds. A pair of blue curtains covers the back door.

Mother Wu was making pancakes, when she saw Wu Jin coming back, she turned her head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Mother, I've eaten." Wu Jin walked to the water tank, saw Father Wu sitting at the square table, stringing copper coins with hemp rope, and said, "Father, the second child hasn't come back?"

"No, it's time to come back."

Wu Jin scooped up water to wash his hands: "He didn't come back this afternoon?"

Father Wu shook his head.

Wu Jin mentioned the sewage, walked to the curtain, opened the curtain, and heard Wu's mother's voice.

"Boss, sister-in-law Xue came to your door today to say goodbye to you. She said that she is a girl from a good family and her family is rich. What do you think?"

The sour smell in the back is even more unpleasant than the sour smell in the street. The sewage rolls along the ditch, settles, and rots, and with the summer wind blowing, it rushes into Wu Jin's nose.

He suddenly felt tired, poured off the dirty water, and lowered the curtain: "Mother, if there are any matchmakers in the future, you should reject them."

"Okay, there are three months left to take the exam. You can concentrate on your studies and don't stay so busy in the shop. I will take care of you with your father."

"I have perseverance. Don't worry about it. Don't worry."

"I have nothing to worry about about you. Why hasn't the second child come back?"

Just as he was talking, Wu Yi ran in from the outside, dropped the book bag out of breath, knelt down on the chair, took the teapot directly to the spout of the teapot, and drank it indiscriminately.

After pouring, he put down the teapot and wiped his mouth. His breath was a little smoother, and he said loudly: "Brother, why don't you come back for a few days? It's okay. I'll come back later, you guys have to ask?"

He felt unfair and jumped off the chair: "Father! Mother! You are biased!"

Wu's mother asked him, "Would you like noodles or wowo?"

"Eat the noodles, why don't you fry an egg for me?" Wu Yi raised her head coquettishly, "Put more oil to make it burnt."

Wu's mother scolded him sullenly: "Do you think I look like an egg!"

After all, I hurried back to cook noodles for him.

Wu Jin took over to make the cakes, and Wu Yi stood beside Wu Jin with a playful smile: "Tomorrow is a ten-day holiday, and I'm going to the racecourse too!"

"What did you do in the afternoon?" Wu Jin bent over to knead the dough, without answering.

Wu Yi felt guilty, and looked up and down with his eyes: "Reading. Brother, can I go for a horse race tomorrow?"

"Go wash your hands and help."

Wu Yi hurried to wash her hands, and as soon as she finished washing her hands, neighbors came to buy cakes one after another.

He skillfully made cakes for others and settled the accounts. Because Wu Jin was here, he didn't dare to quietly hand over two coins to Father Wu to string them together.

When Wu's mother came back with a bowl of noodles, he saw a golden egg lying on it, and the egg was golden and crispy. He quickly took the chopsticks and sat down, burying his face in the bowl.

When he finished the last sip of soup, Wu Jin also finished making a basket of cooking cakes, and Wu's father also tied the money with a cotton rope thinly, and carried it with him without a single sound, ready to take it out to buy Sugar, Wu's mother held the rag and began to wipe it around.

"Brother," Wu Yi did not forget his original intention, "Tomorrow is a ten-day holiday, and I will also go horse racing. I made an appointment with Liu Bowen. Liu Bowen said that the pony rental does not cost a hundred cents a day."

Wu Jin wiped her hands clean, turned to face him, her face was gentle and her tone was calm: "What did you do in the afternoon?"

(End of this chapter)