happy event

Chapter 103 Gentleman's sincerity
Mr. Yang was just a little impatient, and suddenly heard the book boy report that Dong Ping was coming, so he hurriedly signaled to let him in.

Dong Ping entered the room and bowed to his husband and his wife. Mr. Yang asked a few homework questions with a sullen face, and Dong Rong respectfully answered them all.Mrs. Yang often heard her master praise this proud disciple, and she liked him very much for his courtesy and generosity, so she seldom interrupted and said, "You are not studying relics now, why are you so strict? Juncheng rarely comes to the house, and he is not allowed to sit down and talk."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to Dong Ping and complained, "Juncheng, please persuade Mrs. Fu to persuade your husband. It's just a matter of weekdays. These days, she is not in good health and refuses to put down her books. She can't even eat a meal." .”

Dong Ping stretched out his hand to raise the food box, and said with a smile, "Master, Mr. has taught and educated people all his life. Reading is probably more important than eating. It is naturally not easy for you to let him change this habit suddenly. However, the student sent If you have some light food, you may have an appetite to eat more."

"Oh? What kind of food did you bring?" Mrs. Yang was very curious. Although she knew that the Dong family often brought in snacks, and Mr. Yang and several friends and colleagues were full of praise, she had never tried it once.This time the food box was delivered to her house, she planned to open her eyes.

Mr. Yang's eyes glanced at the food box, and his face couldn't help but soften a lot. He rarely praised, "The food made by Juncheng's family is really good!"

Mrs. Yang narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said casually, "There are no outsiders here today, so I can grab a few bites from the master and have a taste, okay?"

Mr. Yang was amused by his teasing old wife. A servant girl had already brought up two small plates and two pairs of chopsticks.Only then did Dong Ping take off the cotton cover on the outside of the food box, then opened the lid and took out two plates of small and exquisite buns inside.

Mrs. Yang was a little disappointed. After all, steamed stuffed buns are not a rare item, and they can be made in the kitchen at home.

Mr. Yang has eaten a lot and is very experienced.Dong's food often doesn't look very novel on the outside, but the taste is absolutely unstoppable.

Sure enough, he picked up a small bun and put it to his mouth, he only took a bite and then he squinted his eyes with a smile.I don't know how to knead the dough of this little bun, and it is elastic and tough.The stuffing is actually only tofu mixed with onion and ginger and other seasonings, without any minced meat, but it is unexpectedly light and delicious, which is very suitable for his sick man.

Seeing that her master was so happy, Mrs. Yang quickly picked up one and ate it.But for people of a certain age, no matter men or women, their digestion is not very good, not to mention that there is no shortage of meat on the Yang family's dinner table, and they have long been tired of eating.Suddenly changing the taste today, it will naturally feel more novel and delicious.

Mrs. Yang put down her chopsticks after eating two, and praised, "What's the name of this bun, it tastes really good!"

Dong Ping smiled and said, "Master's wife, this bun is called Baiyu Tofu Bun. The eldest sister of the disciple's family knew that the master takes good care of the disciple, so she specially made these meals and brought them here. I only hope that the master will be healthy."

Mrs. Yang thought of her eager expectations for the children at home, and nodded with great emotion, "It's rare that your sister is so painstaking, Juncheng must study hard."

"I would like to follow Master's instructions." Dong Ping respectfully responded, and finally served Mr. Yang to drink tea and rinse his mouth, and finally went back with an empty food box.

Mrs. Yang helped Mr. Yang to lie down, and said in a deep voice, "This Dong Juncheng is good in character and knowledge, but the Dong family's background is a bit low..."

Mr. Yang raised his brows and replied, "Why, you want to promise Wanyin to him?"

Mrs. Yang gave him a reproachful look, and retorted, "Don't you think so, master?"

Mr. Yang laughed, and nodded while stroking his beard, "Dong Ping is my proud student, and his career in scientific research and official career will be smooth in the future. It is rare that this child is neither arrogant nor rash, and has excellent conduct. If Wanyin is married to him, It must be a good marriage."

Mrs. Yang didn't want to give her precious daughter to anyone, so she hurriedly stopped her and said, "The daughters of the left and right are not too old, so let's see more."

The daughter's marriage has always been decided by the mother, so Mr. Yang nodded and closed his eyes.Mrs. Yang tucked up the quilt for him, and then went out, thinking about how to find out the details of the Dong family.

Dong Ping didn't know that he had been selected as a candidate son-in-law by the Yang family, and walked all the way to the residence, thinking about how to introduce the bookcase and laundry basket to his classmates.It happened that my friend Xu Mao came over, he was about to say hello, but Xu Mao grabbed his arm and said with a smile, "Oh, Juncheng, where have you been? Mr. Jiang wants to take us to his home Appreciate the plum blossoms, and by the way, draw the picture of the vice-cold plum blossoms and Aoxue as homework, maybe you have to sleep out tonight, why don't you hurry up and pack your things?"

Young people were very playful, Dong Ping was also beaming with joy when he heard this, and then he said goodbye to Xu Mao and hurried back to his yard.

Xizi is a quick and hard-working child, and he likes the elegance of the bookcase sent by his family. At this moment, he has been enthusiastically helping the master put clothes, sundries, and the four treasures of the study in it. , "Master, it's great that this box is sent by my family."

Dong Ping saw that the book box was full of supplies, so he took two books he usually read and put them in.Finally, after thinking about it, he took the stone blue cloak that he was reluctant to wear on weekdays and put it on his body with a smile, before saying, "You can't go with me this time."

Xizi's face was immediately disappointed, and when he wanted to plead for mercy, he didn't want Dong Ping to whisper something in his ear again, until the boy's eyes became brighter and he answered in a loud voice, " Don't worry, young master, leave this matter to the boy."

Dong Ping patted his head, picked up the bookcase with one hand and pushed the door with the other, and walked out.A dozen students had been waiting at the gate of the academy for a long time, all talking and laughing excitedly at the difficulty of going out to play.

Just as Dong Ping walked over, Mr. Jiang's carriage also passed by. The old man opened the window and glanced at the many disciples, and said with a smile, "Originally, the old man planned to find some carriages to pick you up, but the rest of the gentlemen felt that you were too busy on weekdays. If you are pampered and pampered, you have to eat a little bit of hard work occasionally. Otherwise, it will pass out after five or six days after entering the test shed during the big test. So you walk four or five miles today, right? Exercise your body and mind."

The group of students immediately wailed softly when they heard this. Mr. Jiang is usually the most kind, but he didn't expect to torture people so viciously.In such a windy and snowy weather, it would be fatal to walk four or five miles to the Jiang's courtyard in the east of the city.

Mr. Jiang ignored the distressed disciples, closed the window and ordered the carriage to go first.Dong Pingping travels between the county town and the orchard on a daily basis. When there is no carriage at home, he often walks.So there was no fear at this time, he tightened the cloth belt of the cloak and the drawstring, put on the hood and carried the bookcase, and finally greeted his friends, "Let's go, if you arrive earlier, you can find some rest."

The group of students had no choice but to follow him out into the wind and snow.I don’t know if God also wants to test these powerless students, but today the northwest wind blows, the cold wind is as cold as a knife mixed with snowflakes, and within a short while, the cold can soak passers-by The whole body is numb.

Xu Mao suffered from a cold a few days ago and just recovered, now he is sneezing constantly after experiencing the cold wind.Several friends of Dong Pingping surrounded him, trying their best to help him get some cold wind out of his crotch, but it still had little effect.

Dong Ping had no choice but to invite everyone to find a big tree on the side of the road to avoid the limelight temporarily, then he quickly took off the cloak on his body and exchanged it with Xu Mao, and finally opened the bookcase and took out a cloak wrapped in cotton at the bottom. Pour some light yellow powder into the bamboo tube, shake it evenly, hand it to Xu Mao and say, "Drink it quickly, or you will fall ill if you don't reach the place."

Everyone looked at the bamboo tube in Xu Mao's hand suspiciously, and could vaguely see a faint heat coming out, so they asked curiously, "What is this?"

Before Dong Ping could answer, Xu Mao had already drank it in one gulp, and at the end he slammed his mouth and shouted, "It's ginger soup! Juncheng, why did you still take hot water in the bookcase, you are not afraid of getting your clothes and books wet? "

Dong Ping smiled and said nothing, but the students who were the most curious had already unceremoniously started to open his bookcase for a closer look.

"No wonder, there is an oilcloth inside this bookcase, which is waterproof and rainproof!"

"Yeah, and you can put things in layers. It's made of grass stalks, and it's much lighter than a wooden box."

Dong Ping didn't explain much, and while helping Xu Mao tie the cloak tightly, he said, "This is made by the elders in the village who are good at handicrafts. I happened to see it and bought it for a hundred coins."

"Juncheng, how can you keep such a good bookcase all by yourself? Order one for me when you get home! I'll give you 150 papers!"

"I want one too!"

"Me too!"

Dong Ping responded one by one with a smile, and finally urged everyone to go on the road together.Xu Mao spends the most time with Dong Ping on a daily basis, and now that he has warm ginger soup in his belly, he has regained his energy, and he teased Dong Ping secretly and said with a smile, "You are using me as a scorpion today, shouldn't you also share some with me?" Bonus?"

Dong Ping shook his head, pointed to the cloak on him and said in a low voice, "The cloak you are wearing is my sister who picked the finest fluff from the hen, gathered it up little by little, and sewed it to me. You just drank The ginger soup is also prepared by my elder sister for me because she is afraid that it will be inconvenient to cook ginger soup in the academy."

Xu Mao's face turned redder when he heard it. It's fine if others don't know, but he knows the respect Dong Ping treats his sister best. Cherish like a baby.Today, I took it out for myself to wear and use without hesitation, and I have no other distractions except to treat myself sincerely.On the contrary, it is my villain's heart that judges the gentleman's belly, which has polluted the sincerity of my friends for no reason.

"Juncheng...I..."

Dong Ping patted his ashamed friend, nodded to indicate that he would not mind, and finally blocked most of the wind and snow for him again, and then started on the road again.

(End of this chapter)