food color and fragrance

Chapter 63 A Love Word

Yang Zhiyuan was completely drunk that night.

Sanskrit had never seen his father drunk, and even at the flowing water mat in Yangjia Village, he was only half-drunk and pretended not to be drunk, but he still remained sober.

But this whole night of drinking was completely drunk.

If it weren't for the snoring sound after drinking, Fanyin would have thought that his father had passed out from drinking to death.

County Captain Zhang was carried back to Zhang's house by the yamen servants, and Zhang Wenqing also drank a lot. Before leaving, he took a meaningful look at Sanskrit and strongly promised that he would take Sanskrit to find the blacksmith who made the dosage bottle immediately after returning.

Sanskrit was really tired, and didn't think carefully about Zhang Wenqing's words, sent away the guests, took Qingmiao and Caiyun back to the big house to wash and then fell asleep.

The next day, Wu Xiancheng received a notice to ask for leave. He was unwell and felt uneasy at home, so he asked Fang County Magistrate to give him a long vacation.

County magistrate Fang readily agreed, and then asked Yang Zhiyuan to work hard, and took full responsibility for the duties of Wu Xiancheng.

It seems that there is no such person as Wu Xiancheng in the county government...

Although Yang Zhiyuan has money for labor subsidies, he has less time to go home.

Sanskrit only cooks a bowl of noodles every morning and Qingmiao personally brings them over and sends them out. I'm afraid I won't see Yang Zhiyuan's face again for a whole day.

One or two days is fine, after ten days, Fanyin felt that Qingmiao was in a hurry, but what could she say?

There is no urgent matter these days, so Sanskrit would go to the noodle shop from time to time to have a look, and when Zhang Wenqing came back, he would make a batch of vials and season them according to the amount. Anyone who knows a thing or two can make delicious noodle soup.

Zhao Yang waited very anxiously, but Zhang Wenqing had only left for a few days, and it might take five or ten days before he returned.

Sanskrit is also anxious, because the noodle shop is doing very well these days, and has already saved some money to pay off the debts. It only takes another month or two to completely get rid of the harassment of the Chen family.

When it comes to the harassment of the Chen family, Sanskrit has a headache.

Ever since the Chen family was kicked out by the magistrate's wife, the sun has set, County Captain Zhang sometimes went to seal up restaurants and shops, and Mr. Chen couldn't even find anyone who was willing to accept gifts.

After Mrs. Chen was reprimanded several times, Mr. Chen really wrote a divorce letter, but the divorce letter was not produced, and news came that Mrs. Chen had hanged herself.

After such a commotion, the matter of divorcing his wife would be over. Mrs. Chen thought of Yang Zhiyuan when she thought of Yang Zhiyuan.

Giving gifts to others is not accepted, because the threshold for others is high, and now Yang Zhiyuan is a popular official in the county government, so if you give him a gift, just ask him to say something nice in front of the county magistrate?

What's more, if it wasn't for Yang Zhiyuan, how could the Chen family have angered the county magistrate?
So these days, Mrs. Chen came to Yang's yard every now and then, sometimes bringing Chen Yingzhi with her.

Fanyin has long disliked the mother and daughter, but this time she doesn't need to show up again, because someone is even more upset, and this person is Qingmiao.

Qing Miao is not a random maid in the county magistrate's mansion, she is also a second-class maid in the magistrate's wife's courtyard, she must have heard the masters talk about the Chen family, and the Chen family insisted on marrying their daughter to Yang Zhiyuan It's not a secret either, Qing Miao knows it very well.

The county magistrate's wife rewarded her to the Yang family, didn't she just want her to strive to be a concubine for Yang Zhiyuan?The worst thing is that she is a housekeeper, so whenever Qing Miao sees the Chen family, she immediately blocks them back. She can even pick and choose the gifts that come to her, and then chase them away with everything.

She was quite reserved before, because she was afraid that Sanskrit would be displeased, but seeing that her young lady didn't respond at all, and instead pampered her, Qingmiao stopped being polite, and she was very good at training others by rolling up her arms and sleeves, and let Sanskrit see They all stuck out their tongues.

Any woman in this era who smells of vinegar is a dominatrix!

Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and it was already the tenth month of the lunar calendar. There was a stove in the house, which was sent by Zhang Xianwei.

Caiyun didn't go back either, as if she had been left at Yang's house by default. Fanyin liked her very much, and she also had companions to talk to every day. Since Yang Zhiyuan had an accident last time, she was afraid of being lonely, and instead liked lively days.

Qing Miao hurried in from the outside, ran to the stove to warm her hands, and said with a smile: "Miss, just now I saw people from the Chen family poking their heads at the door, as if they wanted to stop the master directly, should the slaves drive them away?" Walk?"

"Forget it, if you don't step into this door, there is no way to drive people away. Anyway, we are renting the house of the Chen family, and we will move far away. It will not be so easy to imagine." Fanyin didn't want to mention the Chen family again, Holding a pen, he was preparing a copybook for Er Fatty.

It's getting colder, Er Fatty doesn't come every day, he comes every few days, he should save more of his homework, otherwise he will forget it the next day.

Qing Miao was a little disappointed, but she couldn't refute Sanskrit's instructions. After warming her hands, she came to help Caiyun cut clothes and sew quilts, but before she could sit down, she heard someone knocking on the door again.

"It must be the Chen family again, the servants are going to drive them away!"

Qing Miao quickly rushed out, Sanskrit shook her head helplessly, Caiyun snickered beside her, she was still young, but she also understood Qing Miao's thoughts.

"Ah, it's the young master! Miss, it's the young master Fang!" Qing Miao's voice came, Sanskrit was stunned, got up and looked at the door, and saw Fang Jingzhi stepping into the courtyard towards him.

A thick fox fur coat with a fox fur hat on his head, a chicken in each hand, and a grinning grin, he looks like a hunter returning from afar. What does Young Master Ling look like?

Sanskrit greeted the door with a smile, "Congratulations to Mr. Fang for going to high school?"

"The name of a scholar is not worth mentioning. I came back too late yesterday. I went to see my mother early this morning and found out what happened to you after I left." Fang Jingzhi handed both chickens to Qing Miao and Zhu who was beside him. Jiu went to clean up, and he was not in a hurry to enter the house, and walked aside with Sanskrit and said:

"Scared you? Have you recovered these days?"

"It's nothing to be afraid of, as long as father is fine." Fanyin saw his eyes full of emotion, "Could it be that going out is not going well? You were smiling happily just now, but now you are frowning?"

"It's only after I went out that I realized that Qingcheng is really small."

After Fang Jingzhi said this sentence, he couldn't help but look at the sky, "As Master Yang said, one step captures the sky, two steps leads to another vision, Huai Liu, you don't know how so many students in the neighboring county study , at least in Qingcheng County, I have never seen them. They are hungry and thirsty, even if they only have a steamed bun for a whole day, they are full of enthusiasm. I can’t experience their feelings, but I can see their obsession and desire for knowledge. It really makes me yearn. But I didn't have that opportunity."

"Because you are the son of the county magistrate," Sanskrit did not hide it, "Mr. Fang, don't confuse the desire for fame with knowledge. Some things are more than what you see."

Fang Jing was stunned, and Sanskrit looked at him and said: "Everything changes, and so do people. Before you left, Wu Lingya was still the eldest lady of Bapin County Chengfu, but when you came back? She is already a lunatic, Wu County Cheng was also a poor student back then, and so was my father, can you tell whether the two of them had a desire for knowledge, or a desire to change their circumstances and identities?"

"But I yearn for the taste of hard work..." Fang Jingzhi simply sat on the steps, "at least better than me now."

"Yes, what can't you understand? Mr. Fang shut himself up at home and starved for three days and three nights before coming out. Even if he ate a hard cornbread and drank water from a manger, it might be fragrant and sweet. You don’t know how to cherish the good food and drink here, but you still envy the poor students? You are eating too much, it’s time to reduce it.”

Sanskrit stood up after finishing speaking, "How about...we will eat stewed chicken at a later meal, and you just drink a bowl of cold water and watch?"

"Then am I asking for trouble?" Fang Jingzhi curled her lips, and the Sanskrit voice said: "Aren't you asking for trouble for your current thinking?"

Fang Jingzhi was stunned and couldn't help but smiled wryly, but after careful consideration, there was indeed something wrong with this kind of thinking. He smiled, but reached out to touch Fanyin's little head again, "What a tricky mouth!" Fang Jingzhi didn't know how to evaluate her slow scolding. Although he was speechless when he said it, he could get it into his heart every time.

Sanskrit hurriedly dodged, and shouted towards the kitchen: "Don't kill the chicken, it's better to keep the eggs at home, Mr. Fang is a vegetarian today, one Chinese cabbage is enough!"

"Uh..." Fang Jingzhi spread her hands helplessly, could only smile wryly and shook her head, and went into the room, "I'm convinced, I'm convinced!"

Entering the house, Fang Jingzhi took out the items bought from neighboring counties one after another, and what she gave to Sanskrit should be pens, ink, paper, inkstone and books. Although she is a girl, her hair is only half a finger long now , there is really no need for such things as hairpins and hairpins.

Sanskrit would be willing to accept presents, these days she couldn't accept the items sent by the Chen family, she felt itchy to see the emerald and golden items in her heart, now that the son of the county magistrate came to give them, she would not be polite, not only did the whole family Instead, he asked for a string of Bodhi beads hanging from Fang Jingzhi.

"...Although you have shaved your hair, you are not a follower of the Buddha. Why do you hang such things?"

Sanskrit stretched out his small hand, "Bring it here."

Fang Jingzhi untied it helplessly, "Don't underestimate this string of Buddhist beads. It's an eminent monk in Beijing who went to hold the opening ceremony for Zhuangyin Temple. The magistrate of the neighboring county is of the same family as my father, so I I was lucky enough to follow, and I had to give a string of Buddhist beads, even if my mother wanted it, I was not willing to give it."

"So precious? Which eminent monk is it?" Fanyin didn't expect this string of Buddhist beads to have such a history, and also slightly regretted the greed and recklessness just now.

"It seems to be Master Jingyi of Fale Temple? It's an old acquaintance who came to visit him, a teacher, but I haven't seen the teacher himself." As soon as Fang Jingzhi said the name, the Sanskrit voice immediately Shocked, Mrs.Could it be Mrs. Wu Nan?Master!

(End of this chapter)