Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The children were naturally the happiest. After receiving a heavy string of copper coins, their sister kept counting them with her fingers. The fat boy was the least afraid of the cold. After becoming rich in an instant, he took a large string of money and pulled his father out to the street, clamoring to watch acrobatics and Nuo operas to exorcise demons and ward off evil spirits.

The younger sister next to her mother realized that she was not as cold-resistant as her brother. "Mom, how much is this?" The string of coins was too heavy, so she carried it in her hands, not wanting to touch her clothes. There were bruises on her chin from riding a scooter in the house a few days ago. Her small hairband hung down, and she was wearing an embroidered red jacket and skirt. The collar and cuffs of the jacket had a circle of rabbit fur, and the skirt was layered. The buttons on this dress were made of rubies, and the heavy and colorful workmanship made the girl look like a lucky fairy.

"Two hundred wen." She touched the soft rabbit fur on her daughter's collar and praised her, "Xiaobao is so pretty." Compared to her brother's corseted robe that was wrinkled after being pulled for a long time, the little cotton-padded jacket was particularly considerate.

"Mom is pretty too."

In order to make new clothes for the New Year, Wangshu invited people to his house early to take measurements, order materials, draw patterns and make patterns. The same soft satin fabric was used, with wool interlayered to fix it. The style and workmanship were unique and warm, and it was decorated with ruby ​​buttons, the same hat, shoes and cloak. It was grand and luxurious, and even Wang couldn't put it down.

There was a floor heating in the room and a sheepskin hot water bottle under the table, so the food was steaming hot. Wangshu stared at the stacked pieces of tiger skin braised pork, which were shiny and greasy. Suddenly, he felt hungry. He picked up his chopsticks and reached into the bottom of the bowl. He picked up a few pieces of dried vegetables and excess tiger skin under the chopsticks, and the rest were just pieces of braised pork. That was it.

The man whose son was holding his thigh tightly came over, separated the skin and meat of the braised pork with chopsticks, picked up the tiger skin and gave it to her, and ate the fat and lean meat in two or three bites. After two pieces, Wangshu, who was eating the skin, could not catch up with his speed. He waved his hand and stopped.

"Mom eats so slowly!"

The man wiped his mouth and scooped up his son, sitting him on his lap. "Your mother is not feeling well, and you are talking like that?"

Wang, leaning towards her son, chimed in, "The other day my sister fell down, and as a brother, I was still talking about her."

The family chatted and ate, Tang Bo and Qin Xiuyuan practiced sword fighting in the courtyard and made a snowman, leaving no one wanting to go out at home.

Wangshu, who couldn't stand the wind, sat and listened to the excitement. Xiaoqing, who had just returned from watching the battle, accompanied him, imitating the moves he had been remembering with his hands and feet. "It's really exciting to watch the general and the master fight!"

She was still content, and while helping someone loosen their shoulders and neck, she said enviously: "I wonder how Qin Yi and Qin Er are doing in martial arts now? The female disciples brought up by the senior brothers in the martial arts school are getting stronger and stronger." Originally, she could be ranked among the top eight female students in the school, but she didn't practice hard for a long time, and instead of making progress, she regressed. Now she was being surpassed by more and more people.

Even Wangshu felt the urge to let time fly by. "It's a good thing that the younger generation surpasses the older generation, and the new generation surpasses the old. It's not good that each generation is worse than the previous one."

But as a member of the older generation, I can’t help but sigh over the ruthless passage of time.

At night, her hands were weak, and she sighed in the chaos. A man's golden period is always longer than a woman's.

……

Chun Yang and Xiao Qing, who were clearing the dishes in the main hall, were blushing and lowering their heads. The sound that was usually faint in the corridor was now clear and tangible without the obstruction of the door. Who would have thought that the mistress and princess would act lawless as soon as they entered the room? The two of them wiped the table casually, closed the door quietly and ran away.

A cool breeze dissipated the heat, and she could finally raise her head. Xiaoqing was quite knowledgeable, knowing that the affairs of the princess's mother's bedroom were different from those of other families, where concubines and maids were needed to help with the fun. They were private and exclusive. "Sister Chun, we can clean up the rest tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Chun Yang broke out in a cold sweat, and was worried about his delicate wife: "Madam, your health is not yet fully recovered." The general was strong and healthy and had not relieved for a long time, but how could the wife withstand such a storm...

Xiaoqing smiled, "Sister Chun, you don't have to worry." The Madam has been unwell these days, otherwise how could the room be made so noisy just by the time the two of them were picking up a dining table?

There is still something to wait for tonight.

Chun Yang didn't feel it was superfluous. No matter how considerate the general was, how would he take care of the lady afterwards? The lady's health was there. Many times, she couldn't help but suggest to the lady that the general take two concubines and forbid them to have children. "The lady has been ill for the past two years, and her spirits have declined quickly. The general is still in his prime."

Once someone falls ill, their lively and resilient spirit vanishes. They become indifferent to everything except for the most urgent, knowing that recovery is impossible, and thus they give up on themselves.

Hearing this, Xiaoqing hurriedly stopped her, "Sister Chun, don't bring that kind of thing here." This family doesn't like having many children, and having three wives and four concubines and the moral code won't work.

"Madam is tired and has caught a cold. Once the general is settled, she will be fine. The general has only the madam in his heart and eyes."

The hot water in the pot was boiling, and the two men scooped it into a bucket and kept it ready, and continued to add firewood to burn the second bucket.

Xiaoqing was precocious and worried that Sister Chun would get into trouble. As a personal maid, she knew everything, so she had to give her some warnings: "My sisters in the past were all abused and left with wounds. The general is such a brave man, and you have been serving the lady for over ten years. The lady was just a little tired during sex, and it was inconvenient for her to walk for a while. It shows that the general is considerate and that you two have skills."

She emphasized the phrase "they both have skills", causing Chun Yang, who had been married and had children, to blush. Unable to contain herself, she measured the length with her hands out of curiosity, "...they are so brave..."

Xiaoqing also checked that there was no one around and pulled her hand further away, "The general is half barbarian."

More courageous than the Hu people.

Chun Yang was so frightened that he couldn't recover. That... was so terrible? How could the lady bear it?

The three-layer lotus lamp pole burned quietly. Wangshu's body was very hot, his hair was wet and stuck to his temples, and he felt comfortable all over. The man pulled a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face. At this time, the night watchman on the street was beating the night watch, and the sound of the second watch came from a distance.

"Why don't you let people drink?" His voice was hoarse, and he carried the person to pour water. Wangshu came back to his senses slower than him, and drank the water for a long time. There was mist in his eyes and he was dazed. He felt very pity for him, and just wanted to stay at home and take care of him. He asked again.

"Brewing... cough cough..." Wangshu said softly, moistening his throat with the cup of water handed to him again, and said in a long and trembling voice: "Brewing wine costs food, and the war will never end~"

Even before the army moves, food and fodder must go first. Although the South has a large natural granary, with wars raging everywhere, there are fewer people working the land and more people eating, so brewing wine is a waste.

So that's why. No wonder she kind of dislikes her son. Qin Xiuyuan felt fortunate that he still had some fighting skills, otherwise...

"Don't come. Get out." Wangshu pushed him. He had the bad habit of going back after finishing. If he didn't tell him twice, he would just climb up the pole. The man knew that people would get tired easily after being sick, so he withdrew. "No, I'm going to get some water."