Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

Spring is getting closer and the plums are getting riper.

Zhao Wuya probably heard about Xu Jie Xiang's lingering around Liang Liang for three days, and then he went to find Hu and did not do anything during the practice, and it was peaceful for a long time.

The wine that has been brewed for a winter is finally about to be unsealed. The first thing to open is Songhua wine. It has a faint bitter aroma, and the rosin smell contained is obvious. It is remote and light, like pine branches covered with snow.

Cangdoushan poured the first wine to Weisheng and Weisheng took a sip carefully, only feeling that the taste of the wine was mild and cool, but it turned hot in his throat.

"Is it delicious?" Candoushan looked expectant, and Weisheng nodded wildly: "It's delicious! It's very delicious! It's cool and suitable for summer."

Cang Doushan lowered his head and smiled, and poured himself a cup: "It's suitable for early summer, and the taste will change if it's later."

"Yeah, yeah." Weisheng doesn't really understand farts, and what is suitable for summer drinking is also a mistake, but at this time, nod and it's over.

Cang Doushan drank the pine flower wine with his neck up, his Adam's apple rolled.Weisheng looked at him, a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face, and his eyes lingered: "This taste is actually a bit worse than before."

"..." Weisheng racked his brains to figure out how to respond to him, Cangdoushan put down his glass and said, "Why don't you wait for Editor Yang to come back and have a few more drinks."

Weisheng naturally has no objection.

Yang Zhi was busy during the day, and he looked like an old man, old-fashioned.

For the first time today, he got off work on time, much earlier than before, humming songs all the way, so happy that he could fly.

Cang Doushan didn't expect him to come back so early: "Hey, Editor Yang, I came back quite early today."

Yang Zhibai couldn't restrain his joy: "I've been promoted!"

Cang Doushan smiled and said, "It's such a happy event, where did the editor go?"

Yang Zhibai looked at him, and said: "I'm afraid you will be sad if I say it, the place where I was transferred is Wenjin County."

Cangdoushan's smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal: "What is so sad is a thing of the past, but didn't someone do it before the prefect of Wenjin County?"

"That person is too bad!" Yang Zhibai shook his head, full of complacent excitement, "The people's livelihood has not yet recovered, and they only cared about embezzling the relief funds allocated by the court, and they were sued in Beijing, so they left early!"

Cang Doushan asked him to sit down and talk: "When is the departure time, sir?"

Yang Zhibai took a sip of water: "The officials have informed me that I will set off in three days. I will talk to the landlord tomorrow. I still have to pay half of the rent for more than half a month. You can rent this building alone if you want , try to finish the lease of the house tomorrow."

Cang Doushan nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you sir. Since you are leaving, I can't help expressing something. Today just happens to be the new winter wine that has been unsealed. Please have a taste and treat it as a farewell."

Yang Zhibai was in a happy mood, so he naturally agreed.Cang Doushan came over with the wine jar in his arms and poured him a glass. Yang Zhibai smiled and said, "Thank you." He took a sip from the cup to observe its color and aroma: "Is it wine made from pine flowers?"

"Editor Yang guessed right, please have another drink."

Yang Zhibai shook his head: "Stop drinking, are you going to sell wine instead?"

"No, I brew and drink it myself, I don't sell it."

Yang Zhibai said: "Plums are just green, which is a good thing for wine making. Sir, you can try making plum wine, it tastes better than Songhua wine."

Cang Doushan smiled and said, "I will honor your auspicious words, the plum wine is ripe, I must ask the editor to taste it."

Yang Zhibai smiled and said, "At that time, I was the prefect."

Cang Doushan smiled: "Yes, I wish the prefect every step of the way, and the sky will go straight up."

The next day the landlord came, signed a new lease, and paid Yang Zhibai's share of the rent on the spot. He packed his luggage, ordered the carriage, bid farewell to his colleagues in the Imperial Academy, and was about to leave.

Weisheng was very worried, and was so worried that he planned to calculate the rent: "Full rent is so expensive."

Cangdoushan picked a basket of plums, picked plump plums with uniform color, and threw them into the water to soak one by one. The plums floated on the water and squeezed together: "It's still affordable, just eat less meat."

"Eat less meat? How about that?"

Cang Doushan sighed: "Then I will sell a few more calligraphy."

With Yang Zhibai gone, Huxianju no longer has to stay late at night, Weisheng is more or less used to it.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, the plum wine made by Cangdou Mountain enters the cellar, and a couple of swallows come down from the plaque of Huxianju, clucking and flying around every day, building their nests with mud.Cangdoushan made some millet and oats when he had nothing to do, and imitated the cry of swallows under the bird’s nest, hoping to attract the swallow couple to try to touch the bird’s feathers, but unfortunately the swallow couple ignored his oats at all, and looked down at him with small black bean-like eyes, shrinking It's very cold in the den.

Weisheng decided to let Hu Xiaopo go to the Children's Mentorship Hall, and there was no one to teach in Cangdou Mountain, so he became more and more leisurely.As for Hu Lie, his skill in weaving willow baskets is getting better and better, and he can sell a lot of money after weaving them.However, Zhao Wuya questioned this way of passing time and making money for no reason: "Why do you sell such things on the street?"

Hu Liao lowered his hand, the turbulent spiritual flow gradually subsided, and he retreated a long way: "What?"

Zhao Wuya hehe, stood up and said: "I advise you to maintain some self-esteem, if you don't have enough money to spend, go to the housekeeper for it, sell baskets outside, spread the word and lose the reputation of my Zhao family."

Hu slapped him: "I don't need your money."

Zhao Wuya turned his head and glanced at him, with sarcasm in his eyes, Hu was irritated for a while, and said harshly: "I don't need you to take care of me even if I go to the street to beg for money, or go to the pier to carry big bags and do hard work!"

Zhao Wuya didn't speak any more, he slammed the door and went out.Hu Liao was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time, and he said to himself for a long time: "It's amazing to be rich!"

He would get sulky when he was sitting, and felt that it was meaningless all his life, so he got up and wanted to go back, and went out through the back door of the Zhao family. On the [-]th, he will invite Mr. Hu Xianju to have a picnic in Qing Dynasty, and I hope his wife will come too."

Hu Liao's suppressed anger suddenly became even higher: "He has a mouth of his own, why doesn't he tell me himself? I can go to hell!"

The butler looked embarrassed: "This... Madam, please be calm, the young master may have forgotten, and specially asked me to remind you."

"Shit!" Hu Lie cursed and walked out of the barrier, and when he got out, he cursed shit loudly.

At the same time, Cang Doushan received Zhao Wuya's invitation, and frowned upon seeing the content of the post.

Weisheng leaned over: "What is this for? Is there anything to eat?"

"The aristocrats in Beijing came out together to play in the green, fighting grass, reciting poems, and painting a few pictures. There is not much to eat, and the main thing is to show off." Candoushan folded the invitation card, "Will you go?"

There is only one condition for Weisheng: "Go if you have something to eat!"

Cang Doushan smiled helplessly: "What else do you have in mind besides eating?"

"And you." Weisheng said solemnly, "You are a money bag!"

"It's better to just say you got the money." Cang Doushan curled his lips and looked him up and down for a while, "What clothes are you going to wear? This one doesn't look good."

Microphysiology naturally left the problem to him to solve: "I don't understand this, if you want to buy new clothes, you can choose them."

"I need to know your measurements, right?"

"You can wear it, I can wear it, no need to try. By the way, how much does it cost to buy ready-made clothes?"

Hu Li strode in, his face so gloomy that water dripped, Cang Doushan saw it, and followed him into the corridor: "Hu Li, his complexion is not very good."

Weisheng thought for a while: "It is estimated that Zhao Wuya is playing tricks on him again to make him disgusted." He turned his head and shouted: "Nonsense, Zhao Wuya has an invitation..." "No!"

"Look, look, look, so angry, that grandson must have done something disgusting." Weisheng took out his wallet and started counting the money, estimating how much it would cost to buy two sets of decent clothes, Cangdoushan had a whim: " Why don't we guess what disgusting Zhao Wuya will do?"

"How disgusting? Shouting around in public? Treating him like a servant? I'll blow his head off."

"I guess he would invite a group of nobles to dance at the banquet, deliberately hugging hot people's eyes from left to right? It's not as fun as fuck."

Cangdoushan discussed with Weisheng a little more, but the premise of all these assumptions is that if he is willing to go, nothing will happen if he refuses to go.After chatting for a while, they gave up, Candoushan went to the street to buy clothes, and Weisheng cooked at home.

Hu Liao would sulk when he was alone, but he calmed down slowly, and then weaved a basket again.

On the day of the Qingye Banquet, Weisheng and Cangdoushan were about to go out. Before leaving, they made a final confirmation: "Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Don't go!"

"Then don't stay in the house, lest he come here to arrest you and force you to go." Cang Doushan gently reminded him, "Go for a walk outside, and pick up Xiaopo from school when it's time."

"……Oh."

"Let's go." The two boarded the carriage, listened intently for a while, looked at the basket in their hands for a while, threw it suddenly, and wanted to go out, but returned to get some money before going out.

You can't do without money.

He wandered aimlessly, and bought a candied haws to eat. Uncle's candied haws were not ready, and the hawthorn was so sour that his teeth were so sour, the sugar coating on the surface could be licked.

After licking for a long time, the sugar coating of the candied haws disappeared, so he threw it away and wandered around with his arms folded.

A person came over and patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you?" Before he could ask, the person punched him, knocking him unconscious.

Then he carried it on his shoulders and walked away with his sword.The people on the street exclaimed for a short while, and quickly resumed their previous bustle and bustle. Mortals are not qualified to take care of monks' affairs.

The Qingye Banquet hosted by the Zhao family will be held at Yushui Mountain on the outskirts of Dongkang City.In early spring, the mountain wind is slightly cold, and the winter plums on the mountain are as bright as blood.On the mountain road paved with bluestones, horse-drawn carriages pass by one after another, rolling over falling plums, the fragrance is fragrant all the way, the grass is green and velvety, dense and gratifying.

Cangdou Mountain looked around with his hands behind his back, and praised: "The scenery is very good."

Weisheng rubbed his ears: "Eldest young master, my ears hurt, something is ringing."

Cang Doushan looked at his ear for a while: "Hehe, there is a big piece of earwax in his ear, how long has it been since you took it out?"

"I don't know! Oh, it hurts, take it out!"

Cang Doushan hooked out the dirty thing in his ear with spiritual power, and quickly flicked it away: "Okay, are you comfortable?"

"It still hurts, I need to rub it."

Cang Doushan rubbed it twice: "Is it better?"

"Hmm... it's better, let's continue kneading."

"Get out, knead by yourself, hurry up." Cang Doushan waved his hands away, and leaned over with a playful smile: "Knead for me again, I'll carry you up later."

"No need! Hmph."