The daily life of the prime minister of the Qing Dynasty, thick black

Chapter 261
The restaurant facing the street is a well-known restaurant in the capital. It is already very cold in the capital in November.

There was heavy snow like goose feathers on the street, and stones fell all over his head and face. He was holding a big bamboo basket in his arms, which contained the mutton just bought from the market. The smell was so strong that he frowned.

The boy was very thin, and his wrists were tied one after another with dirty ropes.

When going up the steps from the back of the restaurant, he was almost knocked down by the second brother who hurried out.

He stumbled under his feet, and quickly hugged the bamboo pole, terrified.

The master chef of the restaurant was still waiting for something to use in the back kitchen. When he came in, he was greeted by someone: "You brat, why have you been here for so long? You can't do small jobs well, what are you doing for food?"

There was a waiter next to him who came to serve the dishes, he was kind-hearted, he just patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him: "How old is Shi Fang? Don't worry about it. Boy, go and wash the pile of dishes in the back."

Shi Fang nodded, and went to the back to wash the dishes.

The weather is very cold, and I can't feel it when I put my hand in the water.

With dark eyes, Shi Fang only watched the master chefs cooking in front of him, with a bit of envy.

He didn't know how long this kind of life would last, but at least it was much better than on the way to exile, and it was enough to be able to eat.

It's just that it would be even better if we could also make something delicious like that.

On this day, Lao Xu, who was very good at cooking vinegar fish in the West Lake, gave him two large yellow croakers and told him to scrape the fish.

The first time he scraped the fish scales, Shi Fang hurt his finger.

But worst of all, maybe he broke the knife.

"Oh, my mother, are you really an evil star?"

That Xiao Er who always liked to make things difficult for Shi Fang wanted to slap the table and burst out laughing, the knife in Xiao Shi Fang's hand unexpectedly broke!

"This kid is bleeding from scratching his hand, hurry up, I will apply it to you..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Shi Fang, Shi Fang jumped away covering his bleeding hand: "No, I... I'm fine."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

His hut is next to a small firewood house in the backyard. He usually only works for the masters in the kitchen. He doesn't have much monthly money, so he can eat a lot.

Pressing the wound with a cloth, he immediately saw what was on his wrist, lowered his eyes, and looked up at the gloomy sky after a long time.

Shi Fang's days passed gradually while looking up at him like this.

He was as thin as ever, and lived a life without a sense of existence as always.

The knife for scraping fish scales that was worn out by him was not wasted, leaving a small piece of sharp blade next to the back of the knife.

Shi Fang regards this fragment as a treasure.

He borrowed the cook's whetstone to smooth out those gaps bit by bit, and sharpened the broken surface into sharp edges.

This knife is a small one, which fits well in his palm.

Using this knife to slowly scrape off the fish scales is even easier than before.

Gradually, Shi Fang felt that it would be nice if he could scrape fish here for the rest of his life.

It's just that there are too many things that don't work out as he wishes.

He is still young, so he doesn't know what will happen if he secretly learns the cooking skills of restaurant chefs. He has a very sensitive tongue and a very good sense, and he can judge the quality of each chef's cooking.

That day, Master Xu was not there, and I heard that he went to the wine shop next door to gamble, and his vinegar fish was in the pot.

Where did I think of...

This gang almost cost him half his life.

The chefs in the kitchen exploded the pot, and when they saw the ingredients poured on the plate of West Lake vinegar fish, they angrily accused Shi Fang of stealing from the master.

On a snowy night, he was beaten half to death, but he didn't want to starve to death in the woodshed, so he took out a broken blade for scraping fish scales from the cowhide hidden in his wrist, and cut the rope.

Shi Fang didn't know that since he cut the rope, he had gone on a completely different path.

He ran wildly on the street, the snow was thick, he wore very little, shivering from the cold, but he kept walking.

It was getting late, and there were people hanging lanterns in the surrounding streets, illuminating his slender shadow, and lengthening the shadow of the sedan chair coming in front of him.

As soon as Shi Fang fell into the snow, his entire face was buried in it.

The people behind have chased out and found his trace.

He can't stop, let alone be caught back.

Run away.

So he raised his face from the snow, and then saw the slightly drawn curtain of the sedan chair.

Several bearers carrying the sedan chair glared at him, but a corner of light blue clothes was exposed from the curtain of the sedan chair.

Someone inside looked at him, but it was only a faint glance.

Then, the curtain of the sedan chair was lowered gently, and there was a person inside who said something, but Shi Fang couldn't hear clearly.

The wind was too loud and a little noisy.

Blocked by the passing sedan chair, Shi Fang ran away, and finally disappeared gradually at the end of the street.

And the sedan chair turned a few turns and stopped in front of Gu's mansion.

Shi Fang had nowhere to go, he almost lost his strength and was trembling.

In the capital, he didn't know anyone, and he was not allowed to go out of restaurants on weekdays, and he never went out to play.
It was too cold, and he felt that what he was breathing was ice scum, and he was walking with ice cubes on his feet.

Soon he raised his eyes and saw the plaque of Gu Mansion, and at the same time remembered those eyes.

Shi Fang is actually very familiar with that look.

He still remembers the brand on his wrist. At that time, he was very young and didn't know what his father was doing with the soldering iron. He didn't even understand what his grandfather's eyes meant...

Almost pitifully, she looked at the young him.

Then, the soldering iron landed on his wrist, almost scalding half of his arm.

At that time, he cried so hard that he couldn't understand why his father and grandfather treated him like this.

It wasn't until he was chased up by the officers and soldiers that he knew what the Ming royal family was.

A dynasty that has fallen, upholds the dignity and pride that it does not want to degenerate, even if it is dead, it must guard the dignity of the royal family.

What dignity do they have?
The mortal body is just a lackey.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was only a mud leg.

He never thought that he was a royal family...

If not, he would not carry such a brand, if not, he might not have to live such a difficult life, and even this wrist will never see the light of day.

He curled himself up, thinking that he might be frozen to death under the corner of the wall.

But he inexplicably remembered the eyes in that sedan chair back then...

Those eyes, shallow pity, deep indifference.

The people in the sedan chair shouldn't care about the life and death of ants like him at all.

And he didn't seem to care.

But that kind of pity seemed to be different from others, so he didn't feel disgusted.

If he could choose a place to die, why not choose it here.

The night passed, and he was already groggy, not knowing why.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange house? , strange walls, strange windows, he seemed to have arrived in a completely different place.

Someone was talking outside, it was the voices of two women.

"It's a high fever. I've been frozen for too long. The doctor said it's hopeless."

"It's rare to send kindness back, but now people are dying... What did the doctor say?"

"It is said that he is seriously ill, unless he is hung with ginseng to see if he can be saved..."

"Then hang it."

These few words, Shi Fang heard vaguely.

His eyes gradually closed again, his body was hot and cold, he couldn't tell where he was, let alone what the situation was.

He didn't know anything, all he knew was to hold his wrist tightly to prevent people from taking off the cowhide wrapped around it.

It was as if someone shook his hand, but he didn't let go.The man hesitated, then gave up.

When he opened his eyes again, he heard someone coming in front of him.

"Miss, this servant feels that this person is dead."

"After pouring so much ginseng soup, I still can't save people... Doesn't this make me lose everything?" The person outside frowned, and asked someone to break through the curtain to come in. Unexpectedly, they saw Shi Fang at a glance. Opening his eyes, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and gave a low laugh, "Call you a girl with a crow's mouth, and see if you're not a bad person?"

The person who came was wearing a light blue pleated skirt, a pink blue jacket on his upper body, his hair was combed into a single spiral bun, and sapphire earrings hung on his earlobes. Cover with a thin layer of ice.

Thus, Shi Fang woke up.

What he saw with his eyes was his future master.

It was the third girl, named Gu Huaishu, the daughter of the famous scholar Gu Zhenguan.

It was the first time for Shi Fang to see such a beautiful girl, and he only thought that her every frown and smile were good.

However, the third girl in their family rarely had any expressions on her face, but mostly hypocrisy and fake smiles, or half-smiles.

In his cognition, the third girl is a very strange person, she doesn't like to read and write, and she doesn't bother to learn female precepts from the gentlemen, and she doesn't have a good relationship with the eldest girl in the house.

The third girl often said one sentence: "Xiao Shifang, what shall we eat today?"

He knows who saved his life, and also knows that the third girl is actually a person who loves his money, and she often says: I hanged your life back with ginseng soup and money, and in the future you will...

So Shi Fang often said: "From now on, Shi Fang will cook for you for a lifetime."

He is very talented in cooking, even if he didn't do well at the beginning, making the third girl frown repeatedly, but soon he found a way to satisfy the third girl's picky tongue.

In Gu's house, he gradually started to cook as he thought in the restaurant, and with monthly money, he could fill his stomach.

The only difference is that his dishes are only for Gu San to eat.

Gu San looks easy to get along with, but he is actually a very eccentric person, but he hides it well and doesn't show it.

Earlier, when Shi Fang's cooking was not tasty, she would sarcastically point it out until he made that dish edible.

So gradually, he knew that Gu San had a bad temper. Although she was tactful on the outside, many people thought she had a sweet mouth. Who wouldn't like her?Apart from her eldest sister, she has no enemies.But if this attitude of eating food is put out, I am afraid that a large group of people will turn their faces immediately.

Fortunately, Gu Huaishu is very clear about who can be bullied and who cannot be bullied.

She just likes to eat good food, and her requirements for Shifang were very strict from the beginning.

But without Gu Huaixiu's harshness, Shi Fang felt that he would not be such a good cook.

He likes to cook for the third girl, and he only listens to the third girl, but he will not tell her the secret on his wrist.

If possible, Shi Fang hoped that she would never know.

There was a carpenter emperor in the former Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Ming’s country was already in decline. He didn’t like the emperor’s power and throne.

But he forgot that his third girl was going to get married.

It was originally agreed that the eldest girl would marry Zhang Tingyu, the second son of the Zhang family in Tongcheng, but not long after she came back, the eldest girl refused to marry, and this person was replaced by the third girl in a blink of an eye.

The words of the servants were distasteful, and they all said that the eldest girl threw it to the third girl who was not selected.

That day, he put the wrong sugar and salt.

The discord between the eldest girl and the third girl is probably known to everyone in the house.

Unfortunately, it actually started very early.

God never gave him the ability to turn things around, so he could just sit back and watch everything happen without being able to do anything about it.

Sister Fang hooked up with the crown prince, which Shi Fang only found out later on. When the third girl came back, he found the letters between his aunt and her cousin, and also found out about her contacts with Lin Jia in the palace.

Only then did Shi Fang know what kind of dangerous situation the third girl was in.

Playing with the rhino horn hairpin in his hand, he still didn't return it after all.

Not only did he never return it, he even forced Gu Jiao to death.

The woman committed suicide by throwing a stick, and it seemed that the dark chess placed in the mansion by Gu Yaofang had also been removed.

Gu Jiao who committed suicide by throwing a white damask in the capital, Ye Fanghua who died outside the gate of Ye Mansion in Tongcheng, Anhui, and the thrush who was poisoned by poisoned wine with arsenic...

In those old days, Shi Fang never imagined that he would do so many things in the future.

Then, in his cell, he repented of his sins and cursed those who had inflicted them upon him.

But why doesn't God let him live a little longer?
Without him, Miss San has such a picky tongue, who will cook for her?

Maybe……

Without him, there are others...

Until he saw Gu Huaishu coming.

At that moment, all the past happened one after another, which made him feel mixed feelings.

He didn't want to see Gu Huaishu at all.

But here she is.

He saw her pick up the red-hot soldering iron, her eyes were vaguely familiar.

In a trance, his father also had the same struggle back then, with compassion intertwined with despair.

One is a painful beginning and the other is a painful ending.

His wrist was bloody.

His voice was already hoarse, and his back was drenched in cold sweat, but he was willing to keep looking at her.

He told the third girl a lot, but he didn't remember a single word.

She saved his life and defended him many times, even though Second Young Master Zhang expressed his dissatisfaction in secret many times, his third young lady just turned a deaf ear to it.

Sometimes, eating is much more important to Gu San than a man.

But Shi Fang knew that all this would gradually change.

Just like what Zhang Tingyu said when he came to his window, Gui Zhier...

He hated Zhang Tingyu, not only because of his inconsistencies, but also because of all kinds of things in the future.

unjustly killed.

That old beggar outside the Jiangning other courtyard, that old man with gray hair and tears, his blood relatives...

Even in death, he will never forget the soup he poured out and the 45 copper coins he threw into the fire.

The honor of ninety-five is the number of ninety-five.

But these are all in the past.

He is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he does not want to leave such a comfortable life, even if he is unfilial and rebellious, he is willing to pay back this debt after death.

No matter how much the rest of his life is, he only wants to cook for Gu Huaixiu.

In the dark prison of Shuntian Mansion, she fulfilled him and destroyed the mark on his wrist with her own hands.

Even if he entered the underworld and became a lonely ghost, he was willing to do so.

And she turned around, numb and tired.

The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits are the principles of prosperity and decline through the ages.

Whether it was Gu Huaishu or Zhang Tingyu, they were all very tired from walking.

From his family to today's them, isn't this the truth?

Miss San, the floor is slippery, walk slowly...

But he still watched the shadow disappear at the end.

Long night.

In his world, there is only this long night.

To this night, there will never be a tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)