food color and fragrance

Chapter 32

The days passed quickly, the sun rose and the sun set, and after two days of early autumn wind, a layer of yellowed leaves fell off, and ten days had passed.

Er Fatty and Liu An were about to leave, and they didn't forget to ask Sanskrit:
"Sister Huailiu, are you going with your husband tomorrow?"

"Go, remember to bring the words you wrote in the evening, father will look at your grades, you must write well, don't let me be humiliated and blamed, do you hear?" What did he ask this for?
Er Pang gave Liu An a hard look. He was the one who tricked him into asking the question. Liu An said with a playful smile, "The little one will go tomorrow too, and I will also hand in the homework to Master Yang."

Liu An was also aggrieved, and reminded Master Yang's family that the county magistrate's birthday tomorrow was ordered by County Captain Zhang, how dare he refuse as a current person?
But after being stared at, he had no choice but to find the crime obediently and write with the young master at night.

Seeing that the young master is suffering, and suffering more than the young master, can the young master be psychologically balanced. This is Liu An's experience in serving for many years.

Sanskrit smiled and sent the two of them out, then turned around and went to prepare the gift for tomorrow.

Yang Zhiyuan hasn't come back from the county government office yet, has his monthly salary been paid yet?The little coins in my pocket are not enough to prepare a gift for the county magistrate...

But even if she came back with a monthly salary, the gift might be a bit shabby. Fanyin sat at the table and thought about it carefully. She is still used to meditating with her legs crossed.But no matter how you think about it, the word "li" cannot be separated from silver, so what should we do?

The sky gradually dimmed, and the sun shyly hid most of his face, but Sanskrit still didn't think of a better way.

For the past month, Zhang Wengu brought Liu An here every day to practice classes, and sometimes brought some dry food and household items. The Sanskrit music has almost no expenses, and instead of eating and drinking, there is no need to be as frugal as imagined.

The father and daughter also reached a consensus that this was a special subsidy from County Captain Zhang, otherwise Er Fatty would not have to come here to read and write every day, just every now and then.

There are more and more favors owed, but the money is getting less and less enough to spend. Tomorrow, the county magistrate celebrates his birthday. What if the gift is too light and he is ridiculed and ridiculed?Even if you think of some ingenious designs, I am afraid that in the eyes of ordinary people, the value is judged by the amount of money.

Although County Magistrate Fang is not vulgar, he can't stand being surrounded by vulgar people. If he listens to too many gossips, he will inevitably look down on Yang Zhiyuan...

Do you want to start with the county magistrate's wife?
Sanskrit was thinking about it, Yang Zhiyuan had returned, and took out one tael or six silver coins from his pocket and put them on the table, which was exchanged for five stones and five buckets of rice.

"...Father, have you thought about tomorrow's gift?" Sanskrit served the noodle soup and ate it with Yang Zhiyuan. The father and daughter did not have a bad rule of not talking when eating, so they chatted while eating.

Yang Zhiyuan ate happily, chewing, and shook his head, "I didn't think about it."

"You can't go empty-handed, can you?" Sanskrit thought he would come back with a gift, but he just took money.

After eating up all the noodles in the bowl, Yang Zhiyuan wiped his mouth, "We can't afford expensive things. I wanted to write a fan noodles to the county magistrate, but I have to pick the fan bones. On the way back, I went to the Fan Pavilion A circle, my God, not to mention ivory bones, just a pair of Yang carved chicken wenge fan bones cost two taels of silver, not enough money."

"It's so expensive..." Fanyin couldn't help curling his lips, Yang Zhiyuan said: "The coarse fan bones are even more difficult to get, so it's better not to give them away."

"Think about the meaning?"

Sanskrit scratched his head, "Why don't you give me a pair of chopsticks? It is said that food is the most important thing for the people, and the county magistrate is the official of the parents. He donates food to the people, and you give him a pair of wooden chopsticks as a token of respect. How about this excuse?"

Yang Zhiyuan paused, "Why did you forget this?"

He looked at Sanskrit thoughtfully for a few more times, which made Sanskrit a little strange, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is the excuse too far-fetched?"

"You... have no other meaning?"

"What can a daughter mean?" Sanskrit sounded a little strange.

Yang Zhiyuan also felt that he was overthinking, so he said after considering:

"Giving wooden chopsticks to others is very meaningful, and it is not just for eating and picking up vegetables. Giving it to a newcomer means a perfect marriage, a pair; giving it to a friend means equality, friendship, and harmony; giving it to the elders means happiness and longevity; giving it to teachers..." Yang Zhiyuan looked at her, and said slowly: "It means reciprocating, being upright."

"Ah?" Sanskrit opened her mouth wide, she really didn't expect to give so many chopsticks and said, "Then... do you have the heart to seek refuge?"

Yang Zhiyuan fell silent, bowing his head and thinking carefully, Sanskrit sat there silently, not making any sound to disturb him.

"...Maybe Fang County Magistrate has been waiting for me to take the initiative to bow my head."

After a while, Yang Zhiyuan came up with such a sentence, which seemed to be a self-deprecating self-talk.

After the banquet that day, County Magistrate Fang was not particularly close to him, nor did he exclude him. He occasionally praised him for his high efficiency, and even County Magistrate Wu was present.But County Magistrate Wu repeatedly made things difficult for him, Magistrate Fang just acted as if he didn't know, and watched with cold eyes.

Yang Zhiyuan still has a bit of arrogance of a literati in his bones. Regarding the various attacks by Wu Xiancheng and Sun Dianshi, he only regards them as expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred, which is a self-comforting solution, but Yang Zhiyuan, the magistrate of the other party, dare not not think carefully .

If tomorrow he still refuses to show his intention to take refuge and let Magistrate Fang feel the sense of superiority, maybe he will become a ghost with legs in the county government, and people will ignore him when he comes and goes.

"Just prepare the cheapest and most common pair of wooden chopsticks. I want to see how lenient Fang County Magistrate is. Does he want money or face..."

Fanyin's heart almost jumped out of Yang Zhiyuan's words!

Is there a conflict between money and face?Wouldn't magistrate Fang want them all?
"Father, it's too cheap, isn't it?" Fanyin tentatively reminded, "A pair of wooden chopsticks that are not carved with chicken wing wood are actually not very expensive. Come to Taiwan? Even the chopsticks that come with the food delivered by Zhang County Wei’s family are made of mahogany and covered with silver..."

"It will be like this?" Yang Zhiyuan had to think about it, Sanskrit nodded again and again, "How can my daughter lie when she sees it herself?"

"Then give me a pair of chicken wing wood ones, and don't want any fancy things like silver clad, gold clad, or silver buttons." Yang Zhiyuan muttered, and couldn't help getting up, "I'll go buy it right now." Then he walked out of the house.

Fanyin couldn't help but mutter in his heart, simply giving a pair of chopsticks?I always feel that there is something missing in this matter. Even if Yang Zhiyuan's rhetoric is extravagant and he has a strong heart of refuge, he still feels that it is not so satisfactory.

But there is nothing to do right now, who made their family so poor?
I can only take one step at a time...

Early the next morning, Yang Zhiyuan didn't go to the county government office. Although today was not a holiday, he had asked for a rest in advance, and Wu Xiancheng had to approve it.

Everyone knew that today was the county magistrate's birthday. Even if he wanted to trouble Yang Zhiyuan, he couldn't care too much about it at this time, otherwise he would have trouble with the magistrate Fang.

Sun Dianshi took his family to the home of Wu County Prime Minister early in the morning. He is Wu County Prime Minister's Ma Bian, so he should do it properly.

Wu Xiancheng was not in a hurry, he drank tea and talked to him, "Is everything in the yamen arranged? Don't think it's this day. There won't be too many miscellaneous things. Don't let the people below complain too much."

"It's all settled, don't worry, Lieutenant Zhang has also sent a lot of yamen guards to watch, if something happens, someone will come to report immediately." Sun Dianshi's fake and honest smile hangs on his face , hissed thuggishly:

"Yang Zhiyuan, please rest today."

"I know, he already greeted me yesterday." Sun Dianshi couldn't help mentioning Wu Xiancheng's plain answer, why didn't he know?Could it be that Wu Xiancheng has already begun to accept Yang Zhiyuan?
The villain has mixed thoughts, so it's no wonder that Sun Dianshi thinks a lot. He is inferior to others in knowledge and ability to handle things. The only one who is worse than Yang Zhiyuan is that he can flatter, so he has to feel guilty.

Wu Xiancheng saw what he meant, and couldn't help frowning, "Look at your narrow-mindedness, isn't your son studying with him? Why don't you go now?"

"He..." Sun Dianshi intentionally found an excuse, but swallowed half of it, "Let him go tomorrow, this kid was in poor health a while ago, that's why..."

Wu Xiancheng didn't say much, and ordered: "Calm down for a while, don't make any troubles, as long as Yang Zhiyuan can't afford trouble, don't make trouble."

"Master Xiancheng, you are..." Sun Dianshi couldn't sit still. Just now he wondered whether Xiancheng and Yang Zhiyuan had made friends in private. If so, where would he have a place to stay?
"What are you panicking about?" Wu Xiancheng showed a little dissatisfaction, "I have my own plan, I will introduce him to be handsome for a few days, and I will raise him to help me take the blame, even though he is usually silent, he is also a thief loach Yes, very slippery!"

Sun Dianshi squinted his small eyes and asked anxiously, "Are you going to make him a top bag?"

Wu Xiancheng did not say, "When a person is alive, God will give him a utility. Yang Zhiyuan, isn't he the right person for that matter?"

After the father and daughter had breakfast, Yang Zhiyuan took Sanskrit to Fangfu.

In fact, the place where the county magistrate lives is behind the county government office, but the two generations of county magistrates of the Fang family naturally have a higher status. Although the mansion behind the county government office does not have a plaque with "Fang Mansion", people have already called it that way here.

There was an endless stream of people who came to celebrate the birthday today, and even a hundred meters away, there was already a lot of traffic. Even though the father and daughter were not tall and fat, they couldn't move.

"How long do we have to wait?" Fanyin's forehead was sweating. She was already small, but now she was surrounded by people, and she could only see the sky when she looked up, like a toad at the bottom of a well. .

"Come with me." Yang Zhiyuan couldn't stand the crowding, so he couldn't help but lead her back, and when he reached the gate of the county government office, he went in. There is a small gate between the county government office and Fangfu, and there is no such thing here. so many people.

Fanyin was very happy, and when she entered the county office, she straightened the hat on her head. After all, she was a little bald, so it would be indecent to follow her in like this.

The yamen guard guarding the door must know Yang Zhiyuan, so he took the initiative to say hello, "Master Yang, why are you here today? Didn't you go to the county magistrate's mansion?"

Yang Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer. At this moment, Sun Dianshi also happened to enter the door. Seeing Yang Zhiyuan and Fanyin, he couldn't help but smiled and said sarcastically:

"Master Yang, didn't you ask for a break today? Why are you still here? And... you brought your daughter?"

Sun Dianshi came to the county yamen on purpose today, wanting to take a look at the file while there were few people, and met by chance, even though Wu Xiancheng warned him not to trouble Yang Zhiyuan, he still couldn't hold back.

How could he be relieved when Wu Xiancheng compared him with the person in front of him for a long time in the morning?

(End of this chapter)