food color and fragrance

Chapter 21
It was dawn, the sun peeked out half of its head through the clouds, the rooster crowed in the morning, the smoke in the village was slowly rising, and the hard-working villagers had already carried their hoes and rushed to the farmland to work.

For the first time, the Yang family got up early and made a mess of it.

Yang Zhiqi reprimanded Yang Zhifei for being selfish. Yang Zhifei said it was to wipe his ass for the scandal he had done.

When everyone in this quarrel was exhausted, Yang Mulin, the oldest elder, came.

After he learned that Yang Zhiyuan had left with his daughter, he still insisted on moving to the Yang family, claiming that he would live here for the elderly, beat Yang Zhifei and Yang Zhiqi with a walking stick, and then begged his second wife to give him Cook the meals, and the eldest daughter-in-law will take care of the chores at home.

After being scolded, the whole family went to work, and if he didn't follow suit, the old man wailed and cursed, and even beat Yang Zhifei's eldest son. His whole body was injured, at least three or five times. Yue couldn't go out to meet people, because the one who was hurt the most was that face that was supporting the facade!
The old lady is so angry that she really can't get out of bed...

Sanskrit and Yang Zhiyuan had already left Yangjiacun some distance away.

Listening to the sound of the little donkey's hooves "Gada Gada", Yang Zhiyuan was telling stories to Sanskrit all along the way, stopping to drink some water when he was thirsty, and resting for a while before continuing to tell.

Sanskrit listened very carefully, because she realized that her father was not a pedantic literati, and the stories he told actually revealed a lot of truth in doing things, or maybe it was his experience summed up over the years.

Yang Zhiyuan spoke with great interest, and listened to the Sanskrit music with great enthusiasm, but the donkey pulling the cart quit!

There are too many people, and the most important thing is to go out before dawn. The donkey has not had its first meal of fodder, and its tired hooves are weak, and it refuses to exert its strength.

The boy driving the cart whipped vigorously, and the donkey lost his temper, barking and refusing to move.

Yang Zhiyuan and Sanskrit got out of the car, and ordered: "Go and get some grass, and take a drink of water, there is still steamed buns in the car, give me two yuan, if you are hungry, get some to eat, let's Take a break and go."

"Third master, how can you feed animals so good? It's the same as human food!" The boy was not very happy, thinking that Yang Zhiyuan wasted food.

"How can you just want the donkey to run and not want the donkey to eat? Don't look at it as an animal, but it can drive a cart without you. Without it pulling a cart, can the three of us walk to the county town with a cart? If it It’s really hungry, what should we do if we can’t get out here? It’s the most important thing now, hurry up!”

Yang Zhiyuan's tone was a little harsher, although the boy still refused to accept, he had no choice but to do so.

Sanskrit held his belly and laughed, Yang Zhiyuan came over and said: "This is the principle of life, Huai Liu, you have to remember clearly that you can only gain if you give up, and you can't live a good life if you are stingy."

"Daughter remembers." Sanskrit's straightforward answer made Yang Zhiyuan very satisfied, he hesitated for a while, his expression slightly complicated.

"Actually, being a father is also very contradictory. I hope you will stay by my side, but you may suffer a lot of grievances and hardships by my side. I have just joined the job and I have to be busy in the county government. I will inevitably miss you." , but I will try my best to let you live a good life," Yang Zhiyuan paused and added:
"I will make up for all the hardships you have suffered before, and try my best to be a good father, Huai Liu, give me some time to be a father, okay?"

"Father..." Sanskrit bit his lip, feeling indescribable and complicated in his heart, there were faint tears in his eyes.

She is pretending to be his daughter, but he is a dedicated father. Although she can't tell the truth yet, she is willing to be this man's daughter and respects him as her father from the bottom of her heart.

"Father, I will take good care of myself, and I will take care of you too!" Sanskrit was very serious, but Yang Zhiyuan was amused by her small appearance, "Okay, I am waiting for your care for my father, I still have to endure it... ..."

Sanskrit did not understand the meaning of his last sentence.

"Third Master, you can go now!" The boy driving the cart had already fed the donkey.

The father and daughter got into the car again with a smile, and Yang Zhiyuan's story began to be told again.

Qingcheng County is an important place in the northeast of Qi State. A hundred miles further north is the border between Qi State and Yan State.

The fertile soil here is an important food and grass planting area, and it can also be said to be the lifeblood of the entire Northeast.Many years ago, Qi State and Yan State fought a great victory, and this place was named "Ruixiang Treasure Land".

Although it is a place of grain production, because it is close to the border, the merchants of Yan State also communicate with this place. Except for weapons, pig iron and other things, the objects used in daily life can be traded. After the ban, this generation of emperors did not promulgate the imperial decree to open the transaction, but two or three hundred years have passed, and the commodity transaction with the Yan State has become the unspoken rule of the DPRK and China.

Therefore, the people in Qingcheng County are very rich, but the identity verification certificates at the city gate are also extremely strict.

Yang Zhiyuan, his daughter, the three drivers, and the donkey were stopped at the door.

"...This is my certificate. This time I left the city to go home to pick up my daughter. This person is from my hometown. He drove my father and daughter to the city by car." Yang Zhiyuan was polite, and the guard at the city gate saw With Yang Zhiyuan's certificate, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "Are you a Jinshi from the last subject?"

"Exactly." Yang Zhiyuan was still very modest.

"Master Bo who is going to come to our county government office?" the guard couldn't help asking again.

Yang Zhiyuan's modesty was even heavier, "Exactly."

"Open the door and let them go!" The guard didn't show much respect for Yang Zhiyuan, "But you can only bring one person into the city, this is an order from the county magistrate yesterday."

"Why is this?" Yang Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed, and the guard looked bitter, nagging: "My lord, we are not happy to do this, but who knows what spies came to Yan State a while ago, and now all the merchants have been banned. Let alone you, even the family members of the county magistrate are not allowed to break the rules, so you can go in with the donkey cart by yourself, please?"

"This is the master of your county government!" The boy driving the car was not happy, he followed because he wanted to have a good meal, and even went to the city for a stroll...

"Don't be rude." Yang Zhiyuan was not angry, on the contrary, he was a little happy, "Huai Liu, give him a little trouble to go back, let's keep this donkey cart."

"Yes." Sanskrit had already wrapped the silver bag Yang Zhifei gave him around his body, touched a small silver ingot, and threw it to him, "Eat and drink by yourself and go slowly."

The boy was very displeased, but at least there was a reward of one tael of silver, so he had no choice but to complain, and he was not interested in flattering Yang Zhiyuan any more, so he took the silver and left in a hurry.

Sanskrit was very happy because he got off another donkey cart.

The city gate was wide open, and Yang Zhiyuan, regardless of his status, sat alone in front of the car and drove the car. Fanyin put on a straw hat to prevent people from seeing her bald head.

Lord Registrar... Sanskrit silently thought about the official position that the guard just mentioned, but she didn't understand these things, so she could only ask behind Yang Zhiyuan's back, "Father, how big is the Registrar?"

"Ninth grade." Yang Zhiyuan's voice was very light, like a wafting breeze, blowing into Sanskrit's ears, making her stick out her tongue, saying that this father is a ninth grade sesame official, no wonder the guard just now looked like that. appearance.

"Aren't you the first Jinshi in Yangjiacun?" Sanskrit wanted to ask the bottom line.

Yang Zhiyuan said: "Not only in Yangjia Village, but in the whole Qingcheng County, the results of being a father can be ranked in the top ten."

"Then why are you so young?" Fanyin scratched her head, and Yang Zhiyuan's answer left her speechless, "Because I have no money and no father who is an official."

Yang Zhiyuan seemed to be somewhat concerned about this, and added: "It is still possible to be promoted if you work hard for your father and serve the people in a down-to-earth manner."

"The city is so lively!" Sanskrit changed the topic, and both father and daughter stopped talking.

Although the magistrate of the county issued a ban and strictly censored the population entering and leaving Qingcheng, the city is still full of joy, there are sugar sellers, painting blowers, and fortune-tellers everywhere, and there are also cook cakes, meat stuffed buns, The performance of sliced ​​noodles and ramen on the street is very lively.

Sanskrit watched the excitement along the way, until Yang Zhiyuan suddenly stopped the donkey cart, and she regained her composure.

"Huai Liu, count it, how much money do we have?" Yang Zhiyuan suddenly asked.

Sanskrit was a little surprised, "Do you want to count now?"

"Yes, count now."

Sanskrit bowed his head and counted the silver in the bundle, "Uncle gave a total of 50 taels of silver, including the boy who drove the car just now, the total is 51 taels, and the people in the village also gave copper coins here and there. It can make up a lot of money.”

Yang Zhiyuan scratched his head a little, muttering: "Not enough."

"What's not enough?" Sanskrit stared at him, and Yang Zhiyuan's face showed a bit of shyness, "The money is not enough for us to rent a house."

"No way? Are houses in the city so expensive?" Sanskrit patted the package, "But it's so much money!"

"Actually, father doesn't have any money." Yang Zhiyuan blushed a little, "The few money I had was bought for your grandmother when I returned to Yangjiacun."

Sanskrit did not speak, but stared at him seriously with a pair of round eyes.

"And it's not just that there is no money, there are also some...foreign debts to be repaid." Yang Zhiyuan's voice was as weak as a mosquito's moan.

"How much do you want?" Sanskrit's voice trembled, and he held the silver tighter, as if the heavy silver would be gone in a gust of wind.

"That's seven 80 taels, eight to ninety taels of silver... for my father to be able to pass the scientific examination and study hard, he still relies on this kind-hearted family to support his father's food, drink, clothing, food, housing and transportation. It must be returned to others." Yang Zhiyuan straightened his back seriously, "How about... let's have a good meal first?"

Sanskrit patted her face, opened her mouth wide open, saying that she had adopted a ninth-rank Zhima official who owed foreign debts as her father, what kind of fate is this!
(End of this chapter)