Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Jiang Wangri moved his legs vigorously, holding a packaged roast duck in one hand, and ran into the door of his new home with small strides, panting.

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother cursed him softly for being so careless, then quickly stuffed the fruit gift bag she was packing into Xia Zhenying's hands, "Good boy, call Old Fan to help you deliver it to the neighbors, and come back soon!"

This is the custom. When you move to a new place, you have to send some snacks to the neighbors nearby. They are wrapped in oil paper with a mixture of various snacks inside. It probably means that we have moved in, and we will be good neighbors in the future, so we should take care of each other.

"Hey! Aunt, please wait until I come back before starting the meal!" The little girl responded crisply, and ran out with her hands full, not forgetting to turn back and remind her.

Xia Zhenying quite likes this job. She didn't set up her stall today. When she went to buy vegetables with Jiang's mother in the morning, she inspected the market and prepared to open the stall tomorrow morning.

There are more people living here than in Yong'anfang, and there are more breakfast stalls than in Yong'anfang, but she is still very confident in her mutton ramen.

Old Lady Xia smiled and said to Jiang's mother, "This one is just like Erlang, he's unstable. In our family, only Nian Nu is more stable."

Jiang Shangxian silently accepted this untrue compliment. She was not steady, she just had rich psychological activities.

"Nian Nu, come here, I'll go put the cushions in place first!"

The soft cushions that Jiang's mother mentioned were actually square flat cushions with kapok inside. She was stingy and only made two, saying that one was for Old Lady Xia, and the remaining one was for Cui Bianxu when he came. She insisted that it would be easy to freeze the buttocks if you sit directly on the square stool.

Or Jiang Shangxian strongly demands that everyone be equal and everyone should do one. Why would his Cui Bianxu's big butt be frozen but theirs wouldn't?

"Sister! Lexianlou's business is so good! If you hadn't called me in advance, I definitely wouldn't be able to buy the roast duck!" Jiang Wangri's forehead was covered with sweat from running. Children have a bad temper, and the weather is getting warmer, so he sweats all over after running.

Jiang Shangxian walked over and took the roast duck with one hand, touched his back with the other hand, turned to Jiang's mother and said, "Mother, Erlang's clothes are all wet."

"You kid! Why are you running?"

Sure enough, Jiang's mother immediately started scolding the child: "Change your clothes quickly! If you catch a cold, I'll spank you."

"Sister!" Jiang Wangri stamped his feet in anger. What's wrong with sweating? He sweats every night before going to bed, and it dries up in a short while.

Outside, the sound of Lao Fan bowing to Cui Bianxu could be heard, as well as Xia Zhenying's hurried greeting: "Brother-in-law!"

Jiang's mother glared at him and cursed softly, "If you keep wasting time, I'll drop the spoon on your head!"

"Oh, oh!" Jiang Wangri ran out of the door with his head in his hands. It didn't matter if he was hit once, but the big spoon was greasy and it would definitely make his head greasy if it fell on him. He didn't want to wash his hair, nor did he want to eat with his brother-in-law with greasy hair!

"Tsk..." Jiang's mother's brows were furrowed and couldn't be relaxed at all. What could she expect from him?

Madam Xia glanced at Jiang Shangxian and said calmly, "Why rush? Jiulang is here. Regardless of how to help him, it's always my duty as a brother-in-law to teach him a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Bianxu's voice rang out from outside: "Erlang, what are you doing? You need to be neither hasty nor slow. Your lower body is unstable. If you run too fast, you'll easily fall..."

Just as he uttered the word "throw", there was a loud thud, accompanied by Jiang Wangri's cry of pain: "Ah!"

Jiang Shangxian and his mother exchanged a glance, then both dropped what they were holding and trotted out to see what was happening. Jiang Wangri was sprawled on the steps, his head covered, his face obscured. Startled, his mother asked repeatedly, "What happened? Where did you fall? Hurry, let Mother check. Is there any bleeding?"

"I'm coming." Seeing that Cui Bianxu didn't react, Jiang Shangxian knew that the boy must not have fallen seriously, at most just got a bump, so he slowed down and greeted him.

The moment Cui Bianxu saw her, his heart began to beat faster. The hand under his sleeve loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened again, as if a bean was beating against his chest. "Yeah."

Today he was wearing a purple robe with a linked bead pattern, and a string of yellow warm jade hung from the black belt. From ancient times to the present, men's clothing has not been as varied as women's. This outfit was simple but very noble.

During the Zhenguan period, purple and scarlet were considered noble colors. Purple dye was extracted from the grass, while scarlet was extracted from madder. These two colors were relatively difficult to achieve perfect effects in terms of both craftsmanship and raw materials.

Green and cyan are next in line, and the worst are black and green. As for yellow, which is generally considered exclusive to the royal family by modern people, it was not monopolized by the royal family at that time. Because yellow dye is cheap and easy to obtain, people from all walks of life wore yellow robes. It was not until the Zong Zhang period that yellow was truly associated with the royal family.

"This dress is nice, it makes you look especially fair." Jiang Shangxian was very polite and praised sincerely. This purple color really makes you look whiter. She was a little craving for purple. The weather was getting hot, so she would go to the silk shop next time to see if there was any lighter purple thin material. She would embroider a pattern on it, wrap a yellow edge around it to make a jacket, and pair it with a yellow eight-broken skirt. It would definitely look tender and beautiful.

As a man, Cui Bianxu had been praised for his appearance, career, family background, and martial arts, but this was the first time he had been praised for his clothes. He felt a little awkward, so he asked tentatively, "Do you like this material? There are several patterns. I'll have some delivered this afternoon. It's new material from Wu County. It's perfect for this weather. It wouldn't be wearable if it got any hotter."

Jiang Shangxian didn't bother to be polite and discussed the material with him seriously: "The color is a bit dark, I'm afraid it won't hold up well when I wear it. Just get one piece."

The material looked really good. She wanted to use it to make a cushion, a lumbar pillow, and a pillow. The rest should be enough to make two skirts for Old Lady Xia and Jiang's mother.

"It's a bit dark. You'd look better in something more delicate."

Cui Bianxu thought for a moment and said, "It seems there's still some fabric. I'll have someone take it out and take a look. I'll give you the bright ones so you can make a few more."

"kindness!"

Jiang Shangxian's smile was as bright as a rainbow, and her fair and tender face looked beautiful in the sunlight. "I was thinking that when the time comes, I won't be going to Lexianlou anymore, so I can make a few more sets without worrying about ruining the clothes."

"They are not worth wasting now. They are just some clothes. You will be blessed if you wear them."

Cui Bianxu understood what she meant, and her ears began to turn red again. She wished someone would send her some cloth right away: "Just wash it a few more times and throw it away. What's the point of saving this?"