The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 87
The second day is the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. It just so happens that this year is the year of New Year's Eve, so it is not yet a New Year's Eve.Zhao Jing got up early in the morning, dressed in front of the mirror, but she was still wearing the little padded jacket Yuan gave her. If she went out in such a cold weather, if she didn't dress properly, she would definitely get sick from the cold.

She glanced at her skin in the mirror, her face was dry, her cheeks were a little flushed due to the excessive charcoal fire, but last night she used the silver frost charcoal brought back from the Marquis of Wu'an, and her voice was clear when she woke up in the morning Not a lot.

Yuan Shi has already prepared breakfast and waited for them to get up. She specially made steamed buns today, and Zhao Yong took the leftovers on the road. carry.

Zhao Jing ate Wowotou with the hot noodle soup. She recently fell in love with the noodle soup made by Yuan Shi, with eggs in it. She drank a warm bowl in the morning. I ate a lot before.

After Zhao Yong had finished his breakfast, Yuan Shi had already prepared all the things needed on the road, and the two of them went out.

Because of the long distance, Zhao Yong took Zhao Jing to the nearest post station to try his luck. If there was a ride, he could take a ride there, leaving an hour or two.In fact, Zhao Yong used to walk every time he went there, but he was afraid that Zhao Jing would be expensive. If he walked for tens of miles, the soles of his feet would definitely get blisters.

Fortunately, they were lucky, as expected there was a carriage going to the north of the city, Zhao Yong paid the money and reserved two seats, and waited for the coachman to pack all the things into the carriage, then he dragged Zhao Jing to the carriage.

At the end of the year, goods for the New Year are shipped, a truckload of dried fruits, bacon, satin, and north-south goods.Zhao Jing sat in the pile of groceries, lowered her head and warmed her somewhat frozen hands.

"Sister's luck is good. I can't catch the bus every time I come, so I can only have a good meal and leave. It's dark when I go home."

Zhao Jing squinted her eyes and smiled. Although the carriage was a bit crowded, it was airtight and much more comfortable than walking.

"Brother, I've seen all the money under the bed. I used it for my family. You don't need to leave it to me." Zhao Jing said, frowning and thinking carefully, and continued: "I Thinking about it, although the money is not enough to do a big business, but at least it can be used as a facade, you are now the chef of Piaoxianglou, why don't you come out and do it yourself?"

Zhao Jing was only thinking that her family's life would be better, and being her own boss would definitely be better than working for someone else.

"That's not okay, let's not talk about the money, my boss treats me very well. Back then, I was an apprentice there, and he didn't dislike me. He even asked the master chef to teach me cooking skills. I signed a ten-year contract. Never come out and do it alone."

Zhao Jing had no choice but to hear this. Yuan Shi said that Zhao Yong is honest, and he really can be honest. If you find a job these days, you don't have to change jobs...

"Then how many years are there?" Zhao Jing asked still unwillingly.

"I can't remember either. I have to go back and ask your sister-in-law."

Zhao Jing was completely speechless now, she couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I don't want the money, or I will take the money in the next year and find a good husband for Er Hu. "

In ancient times, there was only one way to get ahead, and that was to take the imperial examination, and the Zhao family had only one way to stand up and become a superior person.

"I'll listen to you!" Zhao Yong may not agree to other things, but for the sake of his son's future, he will still give in.

Zhao Jing also felt a little comforted now, so she smiled and said: "Then you can ask, which private school teacher in our neighborhood is the best, even if Shu Xiu is more expensive, it doesn't matter, we must help Erhu get this Chance."

The two staggered on the road for nearly half an hour, and finally arrived at Heze Town in the north of the city. This area is close to the north of the capital, and it is easy to lose it when the Tartars invade. Poor, so it has become the back garden of the people in the capital after their death.

Zhao Jing looked at the graves all over the mountains and plains, and she didn't know when she would become one of them.She suddenly thought of those two lines of Fan Dacheng's poem: "Even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, there must be a bun in the end."

It just snowed yesterday, and although the weather cleared up today, the road was not easy to walk on. Zhao Yong led the way, and Zhao Jing followed. The two walked half a circle around the cemetery, and finally found their parents' graves.

Zhao Jing looked at the unfamiliar name on the tombstone, and thought of the parents who buried her body, she suddenly felt sad and knelt down in front of the grave and shed tears.

"Sister...don't cry, sister. When our parents died, they said they were sorry for you and shouldn't have sent you to the palace..." Zhao Yong saw Zhao Jing biting his lip and weeping silently, and remembered his father's deathbed What he said, he held back his tears and comforted him.

(End of this chapter)