The third year of Tongzhi in the Western calendar was about to pass. Since the twelfth lunar month, Beijing has fallen into an extremely strong New Year atmosphere, and the New Year atmosphere this year is much heavier than in previous years. The reason is very simple. The long hair disaster that had been causing for a full 13 years this year finally ended. With the fire in Nanjing, it completely ignited the prelude to the Tongzhi Revival.

The streets were full of children running around, and grocery stores and rice and flour shops were filled with people from the imperial capital who were purchasing. The unique shouts of hundreds of years ago were the biggest at this moment. The guys shouted like a game. They knew that they wanted to get a few more cents home at the end of the year, but it was time to see today.

In fact, life in Beijing is still as painful as usual. The economy that has been tragically damaged by war has not recovered at all. The price of rice and flour still continues the wartime price. But isn’t people living just for a hope? Since the Qing Dynasty completely wiped out Changmao, life should be easier in the future, right?

It is in this illusory hope that there is a smile on people's numb faces. Every day, they go to the temple to pray for long live my emperor, and the incense for the Qing Dynasty has also flourished three times.

It is already the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month. As the saying goes, "Twenty-six to cut the meat, slaughter the chicken in the New Year, and slaughter the noodles in the 28-29th day of the year." This is almost the last wave of big purchases before the New Year. And it is today that the belated flag pay has finally been paid, and it is a rare seven-discount, not the five-discount or four-discount when the most fierce battle is paid.

The bannermen in the city were thundering, and everyone shouted, Long live the emperor, the Queen Mother, the turnover of all shops in Beijing that day soared by 50%.

Over the past ten years, people have lived a hard life. For example, when Britain and France entered Beijing four years ago, the bannermen fell to beg for food along the street. Not to mention that drinking a sip of mixed grain porridge with flag pay was a luxury. And then the emperor never wanted to make up for it. In the next few years, the situation was a little better, but the monthly money and grain were also 40% off, half of the discount.

The bannermen and men have become much thinner in recent years. Just a few days ago, the bannermen in the city were still complaining that the banner pay was delayed and that the New Year could not be paid. Unexpectedly, the emperor and the queen mother actually had a big surprise at the New Year. Now they can have a fat New Year.

In the joy of the city, the group came to the capital in a hurry. They didn't bother to appreciate the various markets of the imperial capital a hundred years ago, and urged their horses to whip straight to the flower alley in Xicheng.

Flower Hutong in Xicheng, Beijing has been a gathering place for Manchu nobles since ancient times. In a dark courtyard deep in the alley, several ancient and vigorous trees emerged from the courtyard. When you see this house is old, the horse-tie stones at the gate have been polished. You can think of the glory of this house back then.

This is Fuqing's home. Master Qing San inherited this house from his ancestors. Although it was just an outer house built by Fukang'an back then, with the prosperity of the Fucha family in the Qianlong Dynasty, an outer house was already particularly luxurious.

"Oh, you are so pig-smart. I said I wanted to buy beef and mutton at Jubaoyuan in Niujie. I really don't have a memory..." A Manchu aunt was holding a melon seed in front of the main entrance of the Siheyuan.

"Where is Butler Wang? He asked him to buy firecrackers, why haven't he seen anyone for most of the day? He went to the teahouse to listen to the opera again? Seeing that I came back, I won't discount his legs..."

"Oh my sister, Fan family, why did you come out to work? You are a guest, how could you let you do it? Stay here with my sister. At noon, we are hot mutton. There are not so many rules for us, and we serve the table like women..."

The girl from the Fan family who ran out of the yard was Hu Niu, the daughter of Fan Jian. After passing through Yixian and his family, they had a deeper relationship with the Fuqing family. The two families walked around from time to time. The Manchu aunt was Fuqing's sister Fuhui. She was exactly twenty-nine years old this year, and she was thirty years old after the New Year.

Speaking of Fuhui, he is a celebrity among Manchu aunts. He married a commander of Zhenglan Banner at the age of 17. He died of illness after less than three years of marriage. However, Manchu women did not talk about the Han style. When they were 22 years old, they remarried Niu Lu, a member of the Inlaid Lan Banner. Unfortunately, Niu Lu died on the southern battlefield after less than two years of marriage.

Two unfortunate marriages did not hit her, and the strong Fuhui started his third marriage again. As a result, four years ago, when she was 25 years old, he actually married a Han minister. Of course, women who killed two husbands were sorry for her, and people also turned a blind eye to her, too lazy to care about the ban on intermarriage of Manchu and Han.

I never expected that Fuhui's life was so miserable. Just when he got married, the British and French forces broke through Beijing. On the way to escape, the Han minister disappeared and finally he could not find a corpse. God knows why he disappeared. Please come for more and faster chapters.

From then on, no one dared to propose marriage to Fuhui again. No one wanted this Manchu aunt. The Han minister's family was not a prominent family, and there was no property in the capital. Fuhui had no choice but to go back to his parents' house to be company with his younger brother.

Although Fuhui is not good at life, she is very cheerful. She is very good at handling housework and contacting relatives and friends in the Eight Banners. If anyone has a big or small family, as long as Fuhui takes action, she will not be able to do it well. Gradually, she also has a nickname for Zhuge in Sijiu City, and even the two empress dowagers sigh for her life experience.

To be honest, when Fuqing wanted to operate back to the capital this time, the old sister took the way he took. He couldn't help but rub the cold butt in power.

"Oh, why is the little girl so cold? Come and make a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water. They are all worthless. Let's deduct your wages... Hahaha, sister, don't be surprised. These slaves in my sister's house just don't know how to serve them. If you don't scold them for a day, you will feel itchy..."

Just as Hu Niu brought hot ginger candy water, a dense sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the long street, and soon a familiar figure appeared in front of him. The little girl's eyes were covered with water vapor at that time, and her hands were soft and she fell to the ground with a slight sound. Please come more and faster chapters.

"What's wrong? Is it hot..." Hu Niu didn't care what Sister Fuhui was saying at all. She stood up and looked straight at the figure in the distance. The man who was obsessed with her dreams actually arrived in Beijing before the festival.

Now, with the bad guy Xiao Letian here, no one dares to bully him anymore, including his uncle.

"Girl, what are you looking at? Who are these people? They are so silly... Oh, is the one who started the song singer? Why is this handsome face so handsome..." Fuhui's heart skipped a beat at the time, as if she had knocked over the Wuwei Bottle. The first update was made.

"Hahaha, Hu Niu, you can make it easy for me to find. I'll go to your house in the south of the city first, but the housekeeper told me that you and the old shopkeeper are here. When I think Fuqing is no longer an outsider, I'll come to be a villain..." Xiao Letian turned over and dismounted, and his figure was as handsome as he was.

At this time, Xiao Letian was still as embarrassed as he was when he was in the deep mountains. In just over two months, Xiao Letian had already revealed the temperament of a superior from the inside out, and his eyes were full of aggressive light.

Xiao Letian looked back at Fuhui and exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my God, isn't this the real version of Wang Xifeng?" The unique temperament of this mature woman is simply unforgettable. But he has no time to appreciate the beauty now, so he nodded to her friendly, then grabbed Hu Niu's hand and broke into it. Please come more and faster chapters.

"Fuqing... Master Qing San... You have to take care of the food..." As he said, he broke into the house, just like his own house. The servants in the whole door were stunned. Many of them had never seen such a guest. They had no visitor or reservations, and they rushed into the house with their owner's name. After all, Master Qing San still had a fourth-rank title, so he went in without even a door bag.

"Oh, aunt, look, what's going on..." The housekeeper slapped his thigh and wanted to chase him in, but at this time they had already heard the cheerful laughter of Master Qing San in the backyard.

"Brother Xiao, you are here today and I will never return drunk. Manager Fan is here too..." The butler shrank his neck as soon as he heard it. Oh my God, he is Xiao Letian? Mr. Xiao, who the third master said 800 times a day?

Fuhui's eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought to herself that she was indeed a character. No wonder my brother who was above the top would be so obsessed with it. Not to mention having talent or not, they all looked like a top-notch wealthy person. At the first time, she saw several burly men standing at the door, and quickly smiled and asked the housekeeper to arrange the wine and food.

It was unknown when the sky became gloomy. When the copper hotpot was completely blooming at noon, snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky. In a short while, the whole yard turned white.

"It's so refreshing, it's so refreshing. I'm watching the snow scene around the fire, and Mr. Xiao's strange writings have been drinking. Fortunately!" Before he had drunk three cups, Master Qing San was already drunk. He and Fan Jian rushed to read the draft brought by Xiao Letian. When he saw the wonderful things, he raised his hand and found a glass of fine wine. The ancients said that Han Shu could accompany wine, but he was really sincere and did not deceive me.

The family banquet of Manren is really not as good as the Chinese rules. Three adult men and two women gather together to drink and eat mutton. This feeling makes Xiao Letian feel very warm, especially if he can chat with two beauties from time to time. If he has a few more mouthfuls, he will definitely not be able to really slice mutton again. A sense of happiness a hundred years ago immediately surrounded him. Please come more and faster chapters.

Xiao Letian looked at Fu Qing with some disdain. This guy is really ignorant. Isn’t it just the story of the Spanish Invincible Fleet? He was so excited that he fucked three cups in a row. There was also shopkeeper Fan, who was a fan of wealth at first glance. When he saw countless sea boats full of treasures sank in the Atlantic Ocean, his eyes shining. If he was given a treasure hunting ship, the old man would definitely be the first to rush up.

Hu Niu is so virtuous today. Her face turned red after two glasses of wine. She didn't say anything funny. She just served Xiao Letian with a pair of chopsticks. In a short while, she figured out how many mature meats Xiao Letian likes to eat the most. She also discovered that she carefully put more leek flowers in the sauce. This is great, serving Xiao Letian is so beautiful.

I feel sad, in the era when Xiao Letian grew up, there was no such virtuous girl. She took care of her beloved man without eating, and her eyes were full of attachment.

"What a good article, it's really a good article!" Just as Xiao Letian was enjoying it, Shopkeeper Fan slapped the table and said, "You can't stop reading this book at all. I will arrange someone tonight. I will add double the reward and let my husband's book be released early!"

"But Mr. Xiao, you haven't finished writing this book yet. How did Britain, France and the Netherlands rise up later? Is it OK if I don't finish writing it?

After hearing this, Xiao Letian laughed, "Hahaha, Shopkeeper Fan, you don't understand it now. This is called serialization, and it is the latest form of publishing. These 150,000 words are just enough to print a book. The stories here are enough for scholars to read carefully all night..."

"With these words at the bottom, those scholars are already addicted. Then I stopped publishing them. Every time I write a chapter, I will post them all over the street and let them read them for free. I want these scholars who are waiting for updates to be anxious. Hahaha..."

Fu Qing rolled his eyes angrily, "Shameless, shameless, as a scholar, how can you be so shameless? You are so unkind, so scholars in the world will scold you to death..."

"Shameless? The Third Master discovered my strengths so quickly! Oh, thank you, thank you... You are so keen to know the beads..." After saying that, Xiao Letian, half drunk, pounced on him and shook hands with Fu Qing.

Now Fuhui could no longer control herself. She covered her mouth and burst into laughter. In this dull Qing Dynasty, I have never seen such an interesting young man. She actually had a kind of badness that came out of her bones, and this badness is really addictive.

"Smile like a flower!" Xiao Letian, but this word flashed through his mind. The more he looked at Fuhui, the more he looked like Wang Xifeng in the 1984 version of Dream of Red Mansions. His spirit and temperament were simply from the same mold. The half-drunk Xiao Letian seemed to feel that he swallowed a big saliva, and a very loud sound.
Chapter completed!