October 1st

In heavy fog, it is advisable to rush to dig the ground and avoid traveling.

The sky above the Guzhuang ancestral hall was filled with blue smoke, no longer floating up, but it was simply surging. At first glance, everyone almost thought that the ancestral hall was on fire, and there were a few young people carrying buckets to put out the fire, but the old patriarch grabbed it and scolded him.

I am idle all day long and don’t know how to go to a night school class, and I fish for three days and dry the net for two days. I wear messy clothes every day and don’t look like I am, and I can’t do it at home either.

After criticizing for a long time, the old patriarch immediately decided to let the young students of the clan read and read. Now there is a teacher in the village to teach him. If anyone skips classes in the future, he will personally implement the family law, and each person will whip them first.

Several young people: "...the old patriarch is crazy?"

The old patriarch went to bed at night and dreamed of his ancestors. The ancestors smiled very gently at him and nodded frequently, looking very satisfied.

His wife was so crazy that she was so happy for a long time when she heard him crazy, and kicked him to the next door to sleep the next day.

It was late at night, and the old man felt that he was too little. If he had to make such a trouble, how could he withstand this old bone?

"I have to go to Gu Ji to buy some longan and lotus seed soup."

The old patriarch's wife was quite healthy, with no blurry eyes or deaf ears. The only thing was that she had poor sleep. However, when Gu Xiang found out, she asked her to go to Gu Ji to eat longan and lotus seed soup. Not to mention, since she drank this soup, her insomnia was getting better and better.

Of course, even if it doesn't help sleep, she still likes to drink it, the sweetness is just right and it's so beautiful.

The old lady thought of her lotus seed soup, and was stunned again and sighed quietly.

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to drink it in the future."

If you have the attitude to let the princess make soup with her own hands, I am afraid that only the Empress Dowager in the palace and the Emperor are the old man.

"Why."

When the old lady thought of this, the old lady glanced at the old man with a smile on her face.

"A foolish thing, dreaming all day long, hum."

It was late autumn, and the wind and cold dew were heavy, so even during the day, the sun was not very hot.

Gu Xiang woke up early in the morning and cooked a large pot of winter melon beef bone soup in the kitchen. The aroma was overflowing. Only this time, everyone in the family was absent-minded.

Seeing the food orders and the food orders and the food orders are jumping up, Gu Xiang was speechless. He looked back at Gu Laoshi and Jiang. They were still immersed in the big pie falling from the sky, and seemed to be unable to count on it for a while.

Since receiving the imperial edict yesterday, Gu Laoshi walked with the same hands and feet. He bowed his head and his face was flushed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gu Xiang: "...ah!"

There is also one new diner at home.

Every time she expands into new diners, she can always harvest a wave of delicious food spots, but this time she seems to have hit a wall, and her food is like a small stone sinking into the sea, without any turmoil.

"I don't know what delicacies this Hua Mantao eats at home, including gentian phoenix marrow, and delicious food and drink. I offer these several meals, but I actually give two and a half delicacies."

Gu Xiang shook his head.

Two and a half are simply insulting people.

This is completely different from what she imagined. She thought that when a group of diners thought that it was the princess who cooked it himself, or even not by herself, but by her supervisor, her seasoning, and the menu she ordered could also bring diners a very different food experience.

Unexpectedly, it was not the same thing!

Hua Mantao actually ate very well, but his mind and heart were filled with various thoughts, so he couldn't even bother to taste the delicious food.

At this time, he was surrounded by a large cloak and stood at the door of Gu Ji's backyard in a quiet daze. After a while, he suddenly took a step back and his heart was beating wildly.

A group of women suddenly came from the path to the east of the village.

The older ones are in their thirties and forties, and the younger ones are fifteen or sixteen. Everyone is dressed up in short clothes, wearing tight clothes, short legs, half of their calf exposed, no hats or veils, and their steps are strong and powerful.

Hua Mantao's face turned red, and she suddenly lowered her head and didn't dare to look at it. She heard a few sneers in her ears, and then she said loudly: "Little Langjun, we are countrymen. If we are all like those famous daughters who are raised in the boudoir, wearing beautiful skirts, we will not be able to work."

"This is wrong. Our Lady Gu is more beautiful than anyone else's dress and more elegant than anyone else's work."

"Miss Gu, it's time to call the princess. Do you have the nerve to compete with our princess?"

The little ladies walked over with chattering, but Hua Mantao didn't dare to say a word. Her ears were so red that it seemed like blood was dripping, but she couldn't help but glanced at them.

When has he seen such...so...awesome little ladies, but there are still so many.

After staying for only one day, Hua Mantao found that Guzhuang was completely different from the village he had seen. The people here spoke very loudly and seemed to have a very flexible mind. Although they were not full of words, they were all talking and polite, and the same was true for women.

If Hua Mantao had no knowledge before and didn't know what the mountain village looked like, now he came out of the capital, and what he heard and saw were more than he had before twenty years, and even had people tied up tickets. After several months of terrified life, he already knew a lot about the outside world.

He walked all the way from the capital and left the capital. When he arrived at those big cities, the ordinary people he met had an indescribable numbness on their faces. They did the same thing every day, were taciturn, rarely spoke, and rarely walked out of the cages erected around them.

One day, he met an old man who had been a Tchai Fu for 30 years in a small county town. He happened to be resting by the roadside, so he chatted for a few words. The Tchai Fu had been doing the same thing every day for thirty years. He got up early to chop wood, dragged it to the county town at noon to sell it. After selling it, he exchanged some bad rice and grains for money. He did this every day, and it had not changed at all for thirty years.

Now the son of Old Chaifu is doing the same thing as him.

Hua Mantao looked at him, and a trace of fear spread involuntarily in his heart.

Are these people alive or walking corpses? They just walked towards death step by step, and when the flowers are full of peaches are in the quiet night, they fall into his emotions. They are always very scared when they think of these things. He is a person with abundant emotions and delicate emotions.

The ministers in the court praised this prosperous era every day.

They say that the country is peaceful and the people are safe and the world is peaceful now.

They said that Your Majesty is the best emperor in the world and a benevolent king. It is widely rumored throughout the court that Your Majesty is good to the people. The same is true for what Hua Manlou saw. Your Majesty is a good emperor with a simple life and a gentle personality. He treats the palace servants in the palace very considerate, let alone ministers in the court.

Hua's family background was favored by the emperor, and from old age to young people, everyone was grateful.
Chapter completed!