Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

"Shaoqing Cui..." Jiang Shangxian's heart skipped a beat when he saw that he was the only one there. In addition, the clothes he was wearing were still the same as yesterday, obviously he had not changed them.

Cui Bianxu was a bit picky. Regardless of whether they did rough work or served closely, he would give them two to four sets of clothes every season according to their positions. These guards would change their clothes almost every day. Even if they didn't, they would make sure that the clothes were ironed neatly without a wrinkle.

Not only did the suit he was wearing have many wrinkles, but there were also some dark stains on the cuffs and hem. Her nose moved slightly, and she could smell the blood.

The guard didn't say much, but just nodded to Jiang Shangxian imperceptibly. Jiang Shangxian's heart sank, knowing that Cui Bianxu might have been in trouble.

Jiang's mother felt a little strange. All her intelligence and sharpness in her life were used on Jiang's father when he was still alive. Even if Jiang's father hid a copper coin of private money, she could find it accurately.

Although she felt a little strange, she was more dissatisfied. She was afraid of being overheard by the neighbors, so she could only mutter quietly: "We agreed to have four people, but only you came on the third day. Are you going to wait until tomorrow and ask us to go alone? You all know that the outside world is not peaceful, why is Cui Shaoqing..."

Listening to her endless chatter, Jiang Shangxian was worried and uneasy, but he still smiled slightly and took Jiang's mother's arm, coaxing her softly: "Mother, it's broad daylight now, I think everything will be fine."

Jiang's mother rolled her eyes. "How arrogant is that thief? I think this matter is a bit risky..."

Jiang Shangxian leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Someone must have been caught."

This was what she inferred from the guards' reactions. If Cui Bianxu was injured and had not caught the person yet, as a guard, he should have other emotions besides worry.

“Ouch! This is…”

Jiang's mother raised her chin exaggeratedly, and her thick body leaned back. She opened her eyes wide and was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that this matter had to be kept secret. She gasped and suppressed her breath. She quickly covered her mouth and looked left and right. After confirming that there was no one around, she shrank her neck, twisted her big butt, and moved closer to the guard. She covered her face with her thick, fat hands and gossiped, "Did they really catch someone?"

The guard's originally heavy mood was slightly amused by her appearance. He tried to force a laugh but ultimately failed. He could only whisper, "Don't worry, Madam Jiang."

As for the rest, no matter how much Jiang's mother gossiped, she refused to say anything. Jiang Shangxian was worried about the personal safety and health of her future boyfriend, and at the same time, she had to persuade her mother not to bother the patient's family. She was quite upset and anxious for a while.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, more and more people came on the road. Jiang's mother still remembered that this matter had to be kept secret, so she kept her mouth shut.

Along the way, Jiang Shangxian had been thinking about finding an opportunity to secretly ask about the guards' situation. However, when she arrived at the Dali Temple, she realized that things were a bit serious.

Not to mention that everyone's faces were so gloomy that tears could drip out of them, even Wang Wu, Zhao Kui, and Tu Sheng, who would joke with her when they met in the past, were walking away in a hurry. The entire Dali Temple was eerily quiet. What surprised her most was seeing Ding Yuan and an old man walking hurriedly past.

You know, she had worked in the Dali Temple for two days and had never seen this guy. What on earth could make him willing to come out of the morgue?

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang's mother was, she felt something was wrong. From the moment she stepped into the Dali Temple, she kept her mouth tightly shut and didn't dare to look around. When Jiang Shangxian tried to look around, she held him down and warned him with her eyes not to look around.

Only when they were in the cafeteria, and only mother and daughter were left, did Jiang's mother breathe a sigh of relief, as if she had been pardoned. She didn't care if the water was cold or not, and gushed down two cups in one gulp until her stomach felt cold. She peered at the door with a shifty look, still not daring to speak loudly. "What happened? Shouldn't it be a good thing to have them arrested? They all look like they're attending a funeral."

These words were truly unlucky. Jiang Shangxian, a believer in casual beliefs, was also frightened by them. He managed to speak to her casually, "Mother, don't talk nonsense, little one. Be careful not to be overheard."

Jiang's mother curled her lips and made a face as she washed the green onions in her hands: "I'm not telling you this in secret. Your mother is not stupid, she won't tell anyone else!"

"Mother, after you finish chopping the onions, chop the meat." Jiang Shangxian didn't want to continue this topic. His uneasy mood would affect the food he cooked. So much food couldn't be wasted in her hands. It was shameful to waste food.

She forced herself to concentrate on kneading the dough. After the guard sent them there, he hurried away, saying only that someone would bring the dishes she ordered shortly.

Jiang Shangxian originally thought that even if Cui Bianxu was injured, it would not be serious. After all, he was a leader with so many people under him. His kung fu was also good, so he would not be caught first.

But when I arrived at the Dali Temple, I felt that the matter seemed a little serious.

Fortunately, she quickly focused on today's breakfast. There were two kinds of breakfast today, buns and pies, as well as soy milk that she bought when she bought tofu.

(Legend has it that Liu An, the King of Huainan during the Western Han Dynasty, invented soy milk, which he made by soaking soybeans, grinding them, filtering them, and boiling them. He also invented tofu, which he created when he accidentally added gypsum or brine to soy milk while refining alchemy. Of course, there's no definitive evidence for this claim.)

There are three kinds of buns: red bean paste, scallion and pork, and leek and egg. There are two kinds of pastries: tofu and minced meat and vermicelli. There are five flavors in total. These were decided at the family meeting held when the Jiang family had dinner last night.

That’s right, the Jiang family has already held a meeting to ensure that they can eat as much as they want during the short four-day working activity at the Dali Temple.

Five people each proposed a filling, and Jiang Shangxian rejected and made reasonable suggestions, and finally these five were decided.

Jiang Wangri and Xia Zhenying are still young after all. If they don't go out to the stall, their mouths will be restless all day long. They keep showing off the snacks prepared for the New Year at home. Their lips are sore from eating too much melon seeds, and they still refuse to calm down in the middle of the night, wishing they could have something to eat.

The tofu sold at this shop is really good. This big piece of tofu weighs three pounds and is very heavy. Jiang Shangxian cut it into pieces neatly and threw it into the pot to blanch it. He also cut a pound and a half of pickled mustard greens into cubes and put them in the basin. When he passed by Jiang's mother, he grabbed three handfuls of chopped green onions, which successfully earned him a cold look from his mother.

"Hey...."

Jiang's mother couldn't stop talking. "Given the situation outside, how many people can expect to eat here today? Can they even eat?"