I was a young master in ancient times

Pushing a trolley past the cloth shop, Ankang went in and bought a piece of light blue gauze.Xu Li, the treasurer of the cloth village, followed Ankang out respectfully, and saw the small floats parked at the entrance of the cloth village, blocking the way. "Master, do you have any orders?"

Ankang shook the gauze in his hand and said, "Master Xu, please find some dexterous embroiderers to wrap this gauze around the lace for me."

Xu Li immediately ordered the men who followed him to find a few embroiderers in the back hall, and he didn't invite Ankang into the house, he casually glanced at the crowd around him, and said, "I don't know what the young master is for .” He is the man Wei brought from the state capital.It turned out that he was also a slave born in the family. He studied for a few years with the support of the Wei family, and later worked his way from a shop assistant to a shopkeeper.Not only did he do a good job in business, but he turned out to be the most loyal family servant, so he was highly valued by the Wei family.Three of Wei's five shops in Yuyang County are managed by Xu Li.

"Send some flowers to my grandma, coax her old man." The more people around, the better, everyone has vanity, if he sends flowers to his grandma in such a high-profile way, his grandma will be happy .When his grandma is happy, she can let the little old man who always smokes pipes in his yard go back.

Several little embroiderers are busy around the lace.A little girl with big eyes and neat bangs smelled the fragrance of the flowers and couldn't help sighing, "It smells so good."

"Don't touch the stamens, the flowers are easy to lose powder, and it's not easy to wash off when it gets on clothes." Ankang remembered that when he bought lilies at home, his mother would sometimes pick off the stamens with pollen in the middle, just to prevent accidents. Be careful of rubbing on clothes.

The little girl quickly looked up at Ankang, her face was already flushed when she lowered her head.With her heart beating fast, the little girl whispered, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

Ankang had nothing to do. He stood aside and teased the little girl, "When you find a partner, let him give you this bouquet of flowers. Isn't it beautiful? No wonder girls like it."

"Master." Huzi tugged at Ankang's sleeve.In broad daylight, can you stop molesting little girls in the street?If the master finds out, he may have to spend the night in the ancestral hall tonight.

Xu Li stood aside and watched with a smile. He looked around calmly, and found that after Ankang finished speaking, many women showed envious eyes, and he had the idea of ​​this little float in his heart.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Ankang swaggered back to Anfu with a small cart.Without his orders, Hu Zi smiled and stepped forward to hug Wang Gui who was the gatekeeper, "Brother Wang Gui, where is the old lady in our house?"

In front of the young master, Wang Guian was very calm, and replied honestly, "It's in the mansion. I invited a few actors to sing, and I also invited a few old sisters from the next street."

"That's it." Ankang exclaimed triumphantly, "Huzi, hurry up and move this little cart up with me."

The two master and servant pushed the cart straight to Grandma An's yard, attracting the attention of the family servants along the way.Holding a basket on her arm, Xianglan stood in the garden picking flowers, planning to dry the petals and stuff them into a sachet.Seeing the young master rushing past the garden with a small cart, she smiled and followed with a flower basket to watch the excitement.

Arriving outside the gate of Grandma An's courtyard, Ankang took out the letter stuffed in his arms, inserted it into the flowers, swayed around in satisfaction, and then pushed the cart into the courtyard.On the stage set up temporarily in the courtyard, actors in long sleeves babbled and sang a scene about the separation of lovers.Ankang felt that the music was really not very good, so he ordered Huzi to go to the backstage to find musicians to play some cheerful tunes.

In front of the stage, several old ladies were watching the play on stage intently, and the man in love even wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.The whimpering music on the stage stopped instantly.The actor who was sitting on the ground mourning was stunned for a moment, and then continued to sing the parting play without background music.Unexpectedly, just after singing a few sentences, the background music sounded again.It's just that the cheerful tune is played, which is also the tune of getting married often used in the play.The actor stared blankly on the stage, angrily scolding the old men playing and singing behind the scenes, and could no longer sing the mournful scene.He couldn't keep singing, and it was inappropriate to get up at this time, and the old opera singer who had sung for ten years didn't know what to do when encountering such a situation.What to do, the head teacher has never taught such a thing.

The old ladies in the audience were also stunned, and the third aunt of the Yang family in the house next door turned to Grandma An, "Old lady An, what play is this?"

Ankang coughed heavily, drawing everyone's attention to himself who were still wondering what the show was about.He pushed the cart, walked slowly towards Grandma An, and finally stopped in front of Grandma An.

The old lady wiping her tears with a handkerchief smiled and said, "Is this Ankang? Your grandson?"

"Yes." Grandma An didn't understand what tricks her grandson was playing, "What is Kang Er doing?"

"Grandma, these are the flowers my grandpa gave you. There is still a letter inside the flowers. I have to go back to study, so I'm leaving first. Grandmas, Ankang will leave first." He made a bow and left the yard quickly.Turn to the next door and squat under the wall to listen to the corner.He heard that Aunt Yang asked grandma to quickly read what was written in the letter.Grandma seemed to have opened the letter.Then I heard a burst of laughter, and the actors on the stage started singing again.

Huzi squatted in the corner with the young master melancholy, the sun shone on him, and he was lazy.The young master on one side had an unfathomable expression, and said doubtfully, "It shouldn't be." Huzi just felt that the work he had done these two days was all in vain, and the young master would have to be hit by a cigarette rod.

With his hands behind his back, Ankang went back to his yard with a heavy heart.His grandfather was squatting under the eaves while watching the birds while smoking a pipe, exhaling a puff of smoke, Old Mrs. An asked slowly, "Where did you go last night?"

"Go to my classmate's house in the academy." Things didn't get done, and the big talk in front of grandpa turned out to be bullshit.The letter was still sent out in the name of his grandfather. At this time, Ankang was not as confident as before, "Grandpa, I went to help others with farm work for an afternoon yesterday. I am so tired now. I will go to rest for a while." Said He returned to the house as if he had fled.

Grandpa An followed Ankang into the house, smoking a dry cigarette, and asked, "Why did you go to someone else's house to do farm work? Can you work with your thin skin and tender flesh?"

Ankang was not in the mood to argue with him, and went straight back to the bedroom without saying a word.Grandpa An sat at the table and talked about his youth to Ankang's bedroom. "Thirty years ago, I didn't do farm work at that time. Later, the conditions at home were not good, and I couldn't do anything, so I had to farm. The first time I worked for two days, I couldn't get up. Every year when planting rice seedlings, I bend my waist for an entire afternoon. I can’t straighten my waist when I get home. It’s the season of harvesting wheat. It’s also a skill to harvest wheat. At that time, there were no cows at home, so I Carrying poles with your grandma to carry the wheat back from the field one by one. Your father could not walk at that time. The pole carried the wheat on one end and your father on the other. Your father sat in the basket and slept. Later I found a job as a ghostwriter in the county, and life gradually got better. When your father was three years old, the family bought a cow, so there was no need for someone to pick the wheat. Your grandma is very courageous, and she is not at all good at driving cattle. It’s scary. One person and one cow can transport a whole field of wheat home.” Ankang lay on the bed and listened to his grandfather talk about the past.Grandpa said that he would take out the cigarette bag and smoke for a while.Lying on the bed in the bedroom inside, he could smell the choking smell of old tobacco leaves.Xu was very tired yesterday, and fell asleep unknowingly amidst grandpa's nagging.When I woke up, it was dark.

"Tiger."

Huzi who was standing by the side quickly took out the torches and lit up the lamps in the house one by one.He said to Ankang with a smile on his face, "Master, the slow kicking of the meat has worked."

"Really?" Ankang was suddenly delighted. "What's my grandma's reaction?"

"When the young master was sleeping, the old man was still sitting in the room chatting. Sister Xianglan asked the old man to go back to the yard to talk. After the old man went back and talked for a while, Uncle Zhang who was next to the old man took the The old lady’s things were taken back. Sister Xianglan and I inquired and said that the old lady is very happy.” Huzi recalled his mental journey in the past few days, and finally said with emotion, “Master, you are really amazing.”

Ankang jumped up and clapped his hands loudly, "Let me just say it. Women, flowers, clothes, bags, money. They can make them happy. My grandpa still doesn't believe it." He happily walked back and forth in the room a few times, smelling There seemed to be a smell of old tobacco leaves in the room, "If the sun comes out tomorrow, move all the things in this room out to dry to get rid of the smell. Ask Sister Panlan for some incense, and put the young master and me Let’s fume well in our house, and let’s be a fine man.”

The next morning, the family got together for dinner, and Grandma An happily picked up vegetables for Ankang, "Eat more, Kang'er, now she will grow taller. Eat more, and she will be taller than your father." Ankang Guarding the tipped bowl, "Grandma, grandma, I can't finish eating so much."

Grandpa An, who had always been quiet, rarely said at the dinner table, "Young man, you can eat as much as you want." There was such a hint of joy in his tone.

Ankang was elated, and thought that after this incident, grandpa would definitely look at me with admiration.

The old lady put down her chopsticks, glanced at Grandpa An who was sitting on the side, then turned to An Zhonghua and said, "Zhonghua, find a day to pick up your brother to come and have a look. If you want to kowtow to your ancestors, let him come." He said to Wei Shi, "Daughter-in-law, take a look at what is good in Curry, pick some and send some to Zhonghua's brother's house. When you meet for the first time, you should always be decent."

Grandpa An didn't know what to say. It's better to be an old wife. She shared weal and woe, never left her, and was sensible.Although he hadn't seen that son a few times, the child was his own son after all, and he wanted to meet him very much.I don't know how the little actor lived with his son back then.