food color and fragrance

Chapter 70 Messy

Tomorrow is the first day of October, and the streets and alleys of Qingcheng County have already hung up festive blessing curtains.

Vendors are mostly selling offerings for this festival. Sanskrit was approached by many vendors early in the morning, and they would not stop until they bought two things.

Who gave the family the reputation of being the master of the Master's Mansion?

Caiyun couldn't resist, so she changed the young crops and went, but bought some things that will be needed tomorrow, which also saved them from going out to buy.

Sanskrit is going to pay homage to "Mother". This time, it's not like before that he didn't have any silver in his hand. He spent a tael of silver to buy all the sacrifices, and planned to burn the sacrifices after returning from the stove tomorrow.

Qing Miao walked to the yard with the fruit point she just bought, and before she entered the house, she heard someone knocking on the door again.

"There's nothing to buy, let's go!"

He yelled towards the door, and the knocking sound remained the same.

Qing Miao lost her mind, put down her belongings and prepared to drive away, but just as she opened the door, she saw Yang Zhiyuan and Zhang Wenqing entering together.

Her face turned red immediately, and Qing Miao quickly apologized, "I don't know it's the master, but don't blame the slave." After all, Zhang Wenqing was there, and she was slightly rude just now.

"It's okay, go and tell Huai Liu that Wenqing came to her and said it was about the blacksmith shop? I didn't understand, let her come out." Yang Zhiyuan was very happy today, and after ordering Qingmiao, he said to Zhang Wenqing, "Go in." There is no need to be so anxious about having a cup of tea in the house."

"Thank you Master Yang." Zhang Wenqing cupped his hands politely, Yang Zhiyuan waved his hands with a smile, "What kind of master is not master, I and your father have always been called brothers, just call me uncle!"

"Thank you, Uncle Yang." Zhang Wenqing seemed to be in a good mood, and when he was waiting for the Sanskrit voice to come out, he brought up the matter of books with Yang Zhiyuan again.

Yang Zhiyuan talked eloquently. He is not a sour brain. For a child like Zhang Wenqing who is on the road of martial arts, reading any four books and five classics is useless. On the contrary, Sun Tzu's art of war and tricks are more useful.

"The "Long and Short Classics" written by the ancestor Zhao Rui is an excellent work. Although the world has always given him mixed reviews, in my opinion, it is a work that is not inferior to "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", my nephew. You might as well take a look." Yang Zhiyuan took him into the room as he said, "I happen to have one here, just take it, if you have any questions, you can come to me to discuss it at any time."

Zhang Wenqing was overjoyed immediately, "Thank you, Uncle Yang, I will definitely come to ask you for advice."

"I haven't fully read it. It just so happens that someone can discuss it with me. I can be considered to have found a companion." Yang Zhiyuan's kindness made Zhang Wenqing very happy.

When Zhang Wenqing was young, he was more blessed than his younger brother. At that time, Zhang Xianwei had not been able to gain a firm foothold in Qingcheng County as he is now. Not to mention asking a gentleman like Yang Zhiyuan for advice, even asking a martial artist to teach Wu Xiucai is all.

Although Yang Zhiyuan said that the two had discussed it, he just acquiesced that he was his student. The reason why he didn't accept him directly was because he wanted to take the road of martial arts, and worshiping a literati as a teacher would be an obstacle instead.

Civil and military conflicts have always been a problem that has been unresolved for many years.

Yang Zhiyuan took Zhang Wenqing into the house to read, and Sanskrit had already come out of the house, "Why is father back today? It's not a day to rest and bathe."

"The county magistrate has a foreign visitor today, so I will take the opportunity to come back and rest for a day." Yang Zhiyuan looked at Sanskrit, "What are you doing? Do you still need a blacksmith?"

"Brother Zhang is asking for help in finding someone who can make a dosage bottle." Sanskrit didn't elaborate, but looked at Zhang Wenqing instead, "Brother Zhang has already visited?"

"I've been there, and samples have been made. If you have time, you might as well go over and check it out. If it's feasible, continue to make a few more according to this method." Zhang Wenqing put down the book, waiting for Sanskrit's answer.

"Oh? Then I'll go and have a look." Yang Zhiyuan got up after speaking, "It's been a long time since I enjoyed family happiness with my daughter, let's go!"

"Master, you should rest at home for a while. There is nothing interesting there. The servant is preparing to burn a sacrifice for the wife tomorrow. Why don't you come over and tell me what else is missing?" Qing Miao boldly interjected, Yang Zhiyuan was taken aback , Mentioning the Liu family, he might have felt a little more disappointed, "Okay, the sacrifice is the most important thing, then I will wait for you to come back and have dinner together."

"Caiyun follow Miss." Qing Miao winked at Caiyun, there was a begging look in her eyes.

Fanyin smiled slyly, but didn't point out the girl's ghost at this moment, put on thick clothes and went out with Caiyun.

Seeing Zhang Wenqing's relaxed smile today, Fanyin also became happy, at least he didn't force his face to smile like that day, but he really felt free and easy.

"I heard Brother Zhang talking about books with his father, which one is it?" Fanyin took the initiative to find the topic, and Zhang Wenqing said: "On the way back, I heard Uncle Yang talking about the beautiful places to visit in various places, and I just introduced a book called "Long and Short" The Classic, Zhao Rui's work, does sister Huailiu know?"

"That book is also called "Anti-Scripture", it is a book of strategy, and the book my father introduced is very suitable for you." Sanskrit spoke very simply, but Zhang Wenqing was surprised that she knew so much, "What's your experience? Please tell me first."

"Brother Zhang has to read these books by himself, because literati read strategy and think about literary methods, and generals read strategy and think about military art. When people like me read it, what they read should be the way of housekeeping. I say The things that come out may stain this masterpiece of strategy, don’t you think so?” Sanskrit said very easily, and Zhang Wenqing couldn’t help laughing out of his smiling eyes, “Okay, then I’ll talk to you after I read it.” You discuss."

"Then I'll be waiting for you!"

While talking, the two quickly walked to the blacksmith shop.

Fanyin was very happy, because the blacksmith made very delicate and precise things, but the unit of weight could only be replaced by grams. Fanyin wanted to ask him how to measure, but seeing that the blacksmith shut up and refused to speak, Zhang Wenqing reminded him :

"This is the ability to eat, you have committed a taboo."

Fanyin stared and stuck out her tongue, and quickly apologized to the people. Seeing that she was just a little girl, the blacksmith didn't take it too seriously, "If you think it is feasible, I will continue to rush to make a batch."

"It's too much trouble for you, this money..." Before Sanskrit could finish speaking, the blacksmith waved his hand and said, "You don't need to pay for the money, Zhang Xunjian has already paid for it!"

Sanskrit looked at Zhang Wenqing, Zhang Wenqing avoided the topic, "If it's feasible, we won't bother Master."

"Then...then let's go." Knowing that this matter is not easy to care about here, Sanskrit followed Zhang Wenqing out of the door.

"Brother Zhang, you might as well tell me how much money you want. This is a business matter, and it's not appropriate for you to pay in advance." Fanyin stood where he was when he went out to make it clear.

Zhang Wenqing looked at her, "How about counting it as my capital?"

"But I didn't teach you anything!" Sanskrit felt very strange about his words, Zhang Wenqing looked down at her with warmth in his eyes, "Your words were a great inspiration to me that day. , isn't that enough?"

"That sentence is too expensive!" Fanyin smiled bitterly, she really didn't know what to say, because Zhang Wenqing's gaze made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Wenqing's eyes never looked away, "I think it's worth it, it's a priceless treasure, I will keep it in my heart."

The atmosphere is a bit wrong...

When Sanskrit was stunned, Zhang Wenqing had already turned around, "Come back, don't make Uncle Yang wait too long, it's rare for him to have a day off, and he wants to spend more time with you."

The Sanskrit voice responded, and then slandered with a strange expression, whose father is that?
Along the way, Zhang Wenqing has been following her for three steps to the left, rarely going out for a walk. Although the first day of October will be the festival of worship, there will be everything for sale on the street.

Sanskrit changed his mind and took the colorful clouds to look around. Zhang Wenqing didn't urge him, but just watched from the side.

Although it was just a stroll, Sanskrit was nothing more than giving Qing Miao and his father a chance to spend time alone.

Although Qing Miao is a maid, it is better to serve people in the county magistrate's mansion than to come to her own house. Even if her father does not accept her, at least a few words of comfort can make Qing Miao's depressed and sad face smile a little.

And Fanyin really felt that his father really needed a woman's caring care.

No matter how capable she is, she is a daughter, so there is still a big difference.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Fanyin rushed home with Zhang Wenqing and Caiyun.

When he was about to reach the house, Fanyin saw a carriage parked there from a distance, and his footsteps hesitated a little, who is here?

Zhang Wenqing's expression became a little more nervous, and he hurried over to open the courtyard door.

The moment he pushed open the courtyard door, Zhang Wenqing couldn't help being stunned, because the person who was drinking tea and talking poetry with Yang Zhiyuan in the courtyard at this time was Fang Jingzhi.

Why is he here?

Zhang Wenqing didn't wait for the Sanskrit sound, but directly stepped into the door.

Seeing Zhang Wenqing, Fang Jingzhi was also a little surprised, "Why is Brother Wenqing here? I thought about going to Zhang's mansion to find you for tea in a few days. Are you in a better mood?"

Zhang Wenqing only nodded slightly, "Congratulations on your success in the scientific examination, and I wish you the best of the three yuan as soon as possible."

"I only think about that kind of thing when I'm dreaming." Fang Jingzhi watched Sanskrit enter the door, walked over immediately and said: "Sister Huailiu, I came to pick you up to my house on the order of my mother. In the morning, mother and you will go to the temple to offer incense together, so you might as well stay at my house tonight, how good do you think?"

Sanskrit frowned slightly, went to his house to stay overnight?Is this Madam Fang's order?
Zhang Wenqing's face was tense, and he looked straight at Sanskrit. Accompanying Mrs. Fang to burn incense was an honor that many people were looking forward to, but staying overnight at the county magistrate's mansion was something that had never happened before!

Looking between Fang Jingzhi and Sanskrit, Zhang Wenqing couldn't help thinking that Fang Jingzhi often mentioned that he and Yang Huailiu were born on the same month and the same day.

Why do you feel a little uncomfortable?
Zhang Wenqing's eyes are deep, Fanyin's face is full of surprise, Fang Jingzhi is looking at him, Zhang Wenqing is also looking at him, and his father is smiling at her as if nothing happened, what's going on ?Messy...

(End of this chapter)