Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 1 Wenji Coffin Shop

In the autumn of the 32nd year of Tiansheng, Bianliang, Kyoto, the coffin shop in the north of the city.

Hearing that the rooster next door had crowed twice, Wen Shu sat up helplessly from the bed. At this moment, it was getting bright outside, but the room was still dark. She took the gray-brown bunt cover on the bed, and she got out of bed and took off her shoes. , walked to the dressing table, yawned and tied her waist-length hair on top of her head with bamboo chopsticks.

After roughly tidying up, she opened the door, and a gust of cold air rushed in, which made her somewhat confused mind clear up a lot.

At this time, the autumnal equinox has passed, and the weather is getting colder.

The mottled bluestone slabs in the courtyard were still covered with a thick layer of silver frost. Wen Shu gathered his clothes and shrank his neck and walked towards the well in the courtyard. He took a bucket of water from the well and carried it to the kitchen eaves. On the window sill, I took a toothbrush I just bought, dipped some tooth powder on it, and stood under the eaves to start brushing my teeth.

Well water has an incomparable advantage over lake water, that is, it is warm in winter and cool in summer.At this time, the lake water outside was already freezing cold, but the water in the well was lukewarm, so it was possible to wash well without mixing hot water, which saved a lot of charcoal fire.

"Mumble, grumble."

Rinse off the salty tooth powder in his mouth with water, Wen Shu pondered whether to make paulownia noodles or steamed buns for breakfast later?

But before she could figure it out, she heard the door creak behind her. Looking back, she saw that her father had already got up, and was standing at the door with his clothes on, frowning at her.

"Morning, Dad." Wen Shu greeted with a guilty conscience.

Father Wen looked her up and down, frowned and said, "Where are you going dressed like this?"

At this time, she was wearing a gray-brown bunt on her upper body, and narrow-legged pants on her lower body. Her hair was only pulled into a bun on the top of her head, and she simply inserted a bamboo chopstick. She was dressed like a kid.

Old man Wen is over the age of [-], with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big and slightly protruding eyes, and his overall appearance looks a little fierce, especially when he is frowning at this time, people who don't know him will think he is a bandit who murders and robs .

But Wen Shu was not afraid of him at all. Seeing his frown, he just laughed and said, "That... Wang Yushi's family in Yuansong Lane, Qianmen Street held a full moon banquet, and invited people from the Fourth Division and the Sixth Division. Hu Ziniang had a headache yesterday, and let her I help him with a day's work."

Hearing this, Father Wen raised his brows and shouted: "Nonsense! How can you deal with this kind of thing casually? It's fine for you to help girl Ling on weekdays. After all, you are both women. But Huzi is working in the accounting department. , all the people going in and out there are men, and they all do some moving work, you are a girl."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Shu yelled, "What's wrong with the girl, your daughter's strength is not inferior to that of a man, those jobs are very easy for me."

Seeing her like this, Father Wen really hates iron and steel, "Look at you, you think it's a good thing for a girl to be strong. If you didn't know how to cover it up since you were a child, you should have married at this age. Now, it's not like it is now, when you reach the age of marriage and you don't even have a reliable person to propose a marriage, it's not your own fuss."

Speaking of this, Wen Shu was very unconvinced, "What, they are obviously useless, and they are blaming me." She turned around and hung the handkerchief back on the wooden stand beside her, muttering softly.

Father Wen sighed helplessly: "You, if you are like this, I can't rest assured any day I close my eyes."

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about so early in the morning, you are in the prime of your life, and you will live a long life. Hurry up and put away such unlucky words."

Father Wen stared at her for a while, until Wen Shu's face was almost frozen with laughter, and then he said, "Only this time, this time is not an example." After saying that, he turned and went back to the room.

Hearing this, Wen Shu responded happily as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly poured out the water in the basin and ran to the kitchen, but turned back halfway, and asked with his head, "Father, what do you want to eat in the morning, Tong?" Leather dough or steaming trowel?"

At this time, Father Wen was dressing by the bed, and he only said, "You can do it according to your needs, but remember to dress up before going out, so that no one will see it."

"Hey, I got it." Wen Shu responded, and walked into the kitchen in three steps.

There were two palm-sized small pumpkins in the west corner of the kitchen. She picked one up and put it on the stove, cut half of it with a sharp knife, peeled it, and cut it into small pieces.

I scooped half a bowl of white rice and half a bowl of corn (millet) from the rice tank, washed them clean, then put them in a pot and boiled them, and then scooped a spoonful of wheat noodles and kneaded them evenly.

Two quarters of an hour later, she brought a pot of Nanzhu porridge, six vermicelli steamed buns and two plates of pickles to the wooden table in the courtyard.

At this time, the sun had already come out and was hanging obliquely in the east, and the street in front also began to be lively, and the cries of vendors could be faintly heard.

Wen Shu arranged the bowls and chopsticks and filled a bowl of porridge for her father. Just as she was about to greet him who opened the shop door ahead to eat, she heard familiar cries from outside the door.

"Selling cakes...vegetable cakes, meat cakes, hibiscus cakes"

"Steamed buns, plain steamed buns, wrapped steamed buns, sugar-meat buns."

Wen Shu glanced at the table, saw that her father hadn't returned yet, thought for a while and took out a few coins from his sleeve, opened the side door of the courtyard, looked out and said, "Brother Zhang, here are two cooked meat pies. "

"Okay." The peddler surnamed Zhang ran over immediately upon hearing the sound, skillfully wrapped two pieces of cooked meat pies in oiled paper, and handed them over, smiling, "Chenghui four pennies."

"Here." Wen Shu took out the copper coin he had prepared and handed it to him.

The peddler took it with a smile, and said in his mouth, "Thank you, little lady."

After buying the pancakes, Wen Shu turned around and closed the door, and saw her father coming to the backyard, hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, "Father, come quickly, the Zhang's meat pies I just bought are still hot."

Wen Tai glanced at the table and saw that there were steamed buns and porridge on the table, so he said: "You can eat, I can eat these."

"That's impossible." Wen Shu didn't agree, and took out a piece of cake and handed it to him: "I bought two, one for each of us."

Old Man Wen shook his head and refused to answer, "No, I'll leave it to you. If you're going out to work today, you'd better eat enough, so as not to be hungry and have nowhere to find food."

"Father, don't worry, when we go out to do some work, the master's family will send us food, so we won't be hungry."

Father Wen still shook his head: "Listen to me, this time is no different than in the past, even if you eat less, don't argue with others and cause trouble."

If it hadn't been for the promise that he would not go back on his word, Wen Tai would never let his daughter do this job.

Seeing that her father's face was not good-looking, Wen Shu knew what he was worried about, so she quickly raised her hand to assure her, and almost swore to the sky, "Don't worry, father, I will be careful, so that no one will see through."

"I hope so." Wen Tai shook his head helplessly, and sat down at the table.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Wen Shu quickly tore the meatloaf into small pieces and threw them into his bowl.

Wen Tai was about to bow his head to drink the porridge, but he never expected that she would do this trick. When he realized it, there were already a few more meatloaf in the porridge.
Looking up again, the girl next to him had already sat across from him, and she was looking at him with a smile, and she was still chewing on the meatloaf.

Wen Tai had no choice but to pick up the cake and take a bite: "Tomorrow, when you're shopping for vegetables, go to Zhou Ji to buy some pork."

Wen Shu, who was still chewing on the pancake, his eyes lit up when he heard it, and said vaguely, "Okay, does daddy want to eat pork chop soup or crispy red meat tomorrow?"

"Red crispy meat."

"Okay, then I'll go to the butcher shop when I get back from work. Maybe there are still some sold out today, so they can be cheaper."

"Well, you can figure out what to do."

The father and daughter chatted about their parents while eating breakfast.

After breakfast and washing the dishes, the sun had already risen to a high altitude. Seeing that there was still half an hour before the appointed time, Wen Shu rushed into the room and yelled at the bronze mirror.

First of all, put down the hair that was randomly pulled up in the morning and comb it again, tie it with a cloth towel of the same color, and then use eyebrow strips to thicken the delicate eyebrows to make the eyebrows look more heroic, and then use fragrant ink and lead The light gray powder blended with powder is applied to the face, and the fair and rosy skin instantly turns yellow and dull.

After such a toss of combing, painting, and wiping, the girl who was originally a watery and delicate girl immediately turned into a simple and capable farm boy.

After doing all this well, Wen Shu looked down at the breasts that were most likely to reveal her gender, and couldn't help smiling proudly, so small breasts are not completely useless, at least at this time she doesn't need to wrap her breasts to make a real one. Son.
Thinking of handing out handkerchiefs since she was a child, Wen Shu sighed in admiration.

After carefully taking photos in front of the copper realm for a long time, it was confirmed that except for the ear holes that could not be completely blocked and could only be covered up with lead powder, the rest was impeccable, so he adjusted his clothes and went out.

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