Traveling to the ancient harem

The sky gradually warmed up, and the weather was very good that day. After Huang Ye finished her horse stance, she followed her master to practice swordplay. The weapon she chose was the sword, and she fantasized that if one day in the future she could travel the world with a sword, she would be full of motivation. Hongdou still used a long whip, but the master gave them a half-hour class every day to practice close combat. Huang Ye knew that this was a life-saving skill, and she and Hongdou learned it very hard.

The practice lasted until almost noon. Huang Ye had just finished lunch and was about to take a break when she saw a little nun coming over and asking her to go outside the nunnery as someone was looking for her.

Huang Ye's heart began to beat. She had been guessing for the past few days that the letter from the capital should have arrived. Although it had been more than half a year, it was still thousands of miles away, and the roads were difficult to travel in winter, so it was normal for it to be late.

Huang Ye said something in Hongdou's ear, and Hongdou turned around and ran back to the yard.

Huang Ye ran to the gate, which was open, and saw a man in his thirties standing outside. He was wearing the clothes that postmen usually wear, and he was holding a small package. On his dark face, his eyes moved flexibly, and when he saw her, he quickly came forward.

"Excuse me, little master, your secular name is Huang Ziye." Seeing that Huang Ye was wearing monk's robes, it was right for him to call him little master.

"I am." Huang Ye replied, "What's the matter?" Although she had guessed it long ago, she still pretended not to know. It was normal for her to not know at her age, and she didn't want to be abnormal.

"Here's your letter. The address is here. Mark it and give it to the person in question." The postman was very responsible.

"It's a letter from the capital. We know about it." Hongdou had already run out and answered crisply.

Huang Ye took the package and motioned to Hongdou to take out a large piece of silver: "Uncle, you have come such a long way and you probably haven't had lunch yet. This money is for me to treat you to a meal." Hongdou handed the silver to the postman.

"I don't feel comfortable with this." The postman declined, but he was actually very happy in his heart. He often received tips in the past, which were just a few copper coins. This piece of silver was almost as much as his monthly salary.

"Uncle went on and said that he was treating you to a meal." Huang Ye smiled.

"Thank you very much, little master." The postman packed the silver carefully. Such a large piece of silver could not be lost.

"If you receive any letters from me in the future, please be sure to hand them to me personally, and don't give them to anyone else." Huang Ye explained. This was also the reason why she gave so much money. She was worried about Lian Zhen, the white lotus, and was afraid that she would do something bad.

"Don't worry, little master. I won't give it to anyone else except myself." The postman patted his chest and promised that he had to provide good service to such a wealthy and generous client.

Huang Ye held the package like a treasure and returned to his room with Hong Dou. The package was wrapped tightly with oil paper. He opened it layer by layer and found a pile of letters inside. There were six letters in total. Huang Ye opened his grandfather's letter first. (Well, he opened his grandfather's letter first not because of filial piety, but because his letter to his father was the thinnest.)

In the letter, her grandfather told her to listen to the nun, learn skills well, and that having skills would benefit her throughout her life, and not to worry about home, as everything was fine at home.

Daddy's letter was also very simple. He told her that the arithmetic she invented was now being used in the Ministry of Revenue and that the emperor also attached great importance to it. It had now been promoted in various major academies and had received very good responses. The next step was to promote it step by step and it would eventually be used throughout Daxia. He did not say in the letter whether he would be rewarded by the emperor, but from his brisk tone, it could be seen that it was only a matter of time. The emperor probably felt that he was promoted too quickly and it was difficult to convince the public, so he was just suppressing his attitude.

All of my grandmother's letters were about her concern for her food, clothing, housing and transportation, whether she could have enough to eat, whether it was cold here, whether the quilt was thick enough, and whether practicing martial arts was hard. She emphasized that if she really wanted to eat meat, she could bribe the nun who purchased food for the nunnery to secretly buy some cooked meat for her, bring it back, hide it and eat it secretly. As long as no one found out, she shouldn't be afraid to spend money.

Huang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her grandmother had a very rich imagination. Not to mention whether she could bribe the nun, just asking a nun to buy meat was a violation of the precepts. Who would sell meat to a nun? Her grandmother was too concerned and was confused. It would not work to apply the tricks she used in the backyard here.

My mother's letter was a bit wordy, and she even asked about whether I would be unable to sleep at night because I was away from home. She said that she and her grandmother had already started looking for good wood for her, preparing to make furniture for her when she got married. The longer the good wood is stored, the better its quality. In this dynasty, many wealthy families would start saving for their daughter's dowry from the moment she was born.

Huang Ye showed Hong Dou the letter from her mother. Hong Dou pouted and said, "You are only seven years old. It's too early for Madam to worry about you."

"That's mother's intention. As long as she is happy, I can worry about her as much as she wants." Huang Ye is very close to her mother in this life. Her mother dotes on her very much. There is nothing wrong with her doting on her own mother.