In the distance, there is a large field of blooming wintersweet. The wind carries the scent of wintersweet, bringing infinite warmth to this cold winter. The sound of firecrackers popping from far and near can be heard, and some blue plumes rise in the sky. Only then did he remember that the New Year's Eve of the Song Dynasty was coming soon.
In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve.
The Jin Kingdom originally did not observe holidays. It was after the destruction of the Liao Kingdom that the Song Dynasty learned to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival of the Han people.
In a blink of an eye, he saw that Hua Rong had stopped talking and was sitting on the carriage with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
He shouted: "Hua Rong, New Year's Eve is still a few days away. Why are there firecrackers so far away now?"
Hua Rong still had her eyes closed, but answered patiently: "Today is the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, and they are worshiping the Kitchen God."
After the founding of the dynasty, the capital was in the north. Kaifeng was destroyed and Yingtian fell. Zhao Deji fled south several times and settled his palace in Lin'an. The large number of scholar-bureaucrats who accompanied him brought the customs of Tokyo, and the local people in the south followed Wu Local customs, but there are some similarities between the two.
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Kitchen God is sacrificed. The purpose of the sacrifice is to make the Kitchen God drunk and full, so that he can go to the Heavenly Gate and report the bad deeds of each household to God Haotian. Every household in the south has to sell wine and burn paper money; but the custom in Kaifeng was in Sticking a stove horse on the stove and smearing the stove door with wine lees is called "Drunken Siming"; while the custom in Wudi is that men use cooked pig heads, double fish, and bean paste and powdered ear balls to worship the stove god, and women must avoid it.
Starting from the beginning of sacrifices, every household would continue to burn firecrackers and braziers. The firecrackers in the Song Dynasty were very different from today's "firecrackers". They were really made of bamboo. The bamboo was burned red and burned on the stone slab or hard ground. If hit, a loud cracking sound will be made. At the same time, a brazier will be placed in front of each house, and soybean straw, dry firewood and some green branches with leaves will be burned in the pot. Regardless of high or low, everyone wears a A large silky white moth flower.
At this time, the carriage has entered a small town. After passing this small town, it will reach a safe situation.
Jin Wushu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the curtain and looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside. He was immersed in the unique customs of the Song Dynasty. It was lively, joyful and full of enjoyment. Then he looked at the vast land outside the carriage, with wheat seedlings. Growing out of the ice and snow, they are oily and stretch into patches, as well as a vast number of other unknown crops, crops, vegetables... so abundant, everything is available.
"Yang Yi Yi Er", he has seen the prosperity of Yangzhou with his own eyes. The prosperity in the southeast of Wu and Chu here seems to have never been through the war. There are also many singing prostitutes, entertainers juggling, and candied haws sellers shouting...
Now half of the tax revenue supporting the Song Dynasty came from this land. He thought to himself, Zhao Deji had such a prosperous large piece of land. As long as he managed it a little, or was willing to reuse Yue Pengju, Zongze, etc., how could the Jin Kingdom conquer it? An inch and a half of the Song Dynasty
Only because of this, he was even more proud. Fortunately, Zhao Deji favored Qin Hui.
Fortunately, I have Qin Hui's clever move.
He laughed loudly and did not hide it. The passers-by just thought it was a visit from a wealthy family and were not surprised at all. They just looked at him with a little curiosity.
Hua Rong closed his eyes, half asleep and half awake. No matter how proudly he smiled, he remained indifferent.
It was dark and light again, and the carriage never stopped. Fortunately, I drank when I was thirsty and ate when I was hungry. I was confused and didn't know the passage of time. Although I was anxious in my heart, I was imprisoned in the speeding carriage. But it is getting further and further away from Pengju.
She secretly sighed in her heart that her husband and wife always got together less and separated more. This time, if she could survive, she really didn't want to show off anymore. Maybe changing her lifestyle was the real way to save her life.
Finally, the carriage stopped.
It was pitch dark all around, and there was no whistling wind in her ears. Hua Rong was pulled down by two guards and sent into a room. The room was not very luxurious, but it was clean and tidy. Two maids were waiting aside. They looked at the bound "guest" curiously. They had never seen such hospitality. They were obviously prisoners, so why did they have to treat him like a guest
After running around for a long time, Hua Rong was exhausted both physically and mentally. She lay half-lying for a while. She felt thirsty and said loudly: "I want to drink water."
The two looked at each other, but the master didn't ask her for tea, so they still stood motionless.
Hua Rongqing knew that this was Jin Wushu's order, so she stopped shouting, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a daze. However, she dreamed that Yue Pengju was riding on a speeding horse, flying like lightning in the wind. She was overjoyed. Madly, he shouted loudly: "Pengju, Pengju..."
Feeling a sharp pain, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a pair of hands just removed from her body, apparently pinching herself hard just now.
This devil!
Jin Wushu's heart burst into flames. Damn that woman, she is always thinking about Yue Pengju! He deliberately smiled as if nothing had happened and lowered his voice: "Be obedient, and I will take my son to have dinner with you. Otherwise, you will never let him see him again in the future." Then, without waiting for Hua Rong's reply, he gave an order. The maid came in with the child in her arms.
The child had been crying for a long time when he suddenly saw his mother. He raised his little hand and ran towards her: "Mom, mom..."
Hua Rong hugged her son and burst into tears. Little Lu Wenlong stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his mother's face and kept saying: "Mom, don't cry, mom, don't cry..."
The mother and son hugged each other and cried. Jin Wushu was simply bored, but he also felt strange that it was rare for this hard-hearted woman to cry like this.
On the contrary, he felt faintly happy.
She is still a woman after all!
All the maids have retired, and there are very sumptuous dishes on the table, as well as three steaming bowls of bean porridge. The bean porridge is served in pink celadon-glazed bowls, like sapphire, which is a masterpiece of celadon. There are also A plate of sugar ice produced in Yizhou.
When the child saw his mother, he broke down in tears and laughed. Then he smelled the aroma of the steaming bean porridge and laughed happily: "Mom, I'm hungry, let's go eat..."
Jin Wushu smiled broadly: "Son, it's time to eat."
Lu Wenlong stretched out his hand, picked up his son and came to the table, sat him down, gave him a bowl of bean porridge, and said with a smile: "Son, do you want to try it?"
The child saw the sugar ice placed next to him. There was no bleaching technology at that time. The sugar ice was all brown and red, but crystal clear and very cute. Lu Wenlong picked up a piece with silver chopsticks and put it in a bowl. Seeing that his mother didn't come up to eat, he He turned around and called her, holding the bowl and running down: "Mom, let's eat for you..."
Jin Wushu had been unwilling to pay attention to Hua Rong and wanted to ignore her. However, seeing his son like this, he had no choice but to call Hua Rong again: "You eat first."
Hua Rong saw that the rope behind him was untied before his son entered the door, and he couldn't even hide it. He smiled faintly: "Jin Wushu, why do you have to pretend to be a good person?"
While he was giving his son another piece of sugar ice, he seemed not to have heard Hua Rong's sarcasm, and said to his son with relish: "People have a poem to describe sugar ice, 'I don't wait for a thousand years to turn into amber, but I doubt the frozen nectar in June.'" People in the twelfth lunar month During the New Year sacrifices, people drink bean porridge with this kind of sugar and ice. This is the custom of the Song Dynasty... "
Naturally, the child didn't understand what it meant. After taking a sip of the sweet bean porridge, he found it delicious. He simply picked up a piece of sugar ice and put it in his mouth. He bit it with a "bang" sound, laughed happily, and grabbed another piece. Tangbing shouted: "Mom, this is delicious, come and eat it..."
Hua Rong finally saw her son, so naturally she didn't want to let this little person witness the cruelest side. She walked to him with a smile, sat down next to him, and said softly: "Son, this is not how you eat bean porridge. Come, mommy will get it for you..."
She added a little something, stirred it, and then handed it to her son: "Do you think it tastes better this way?"
The child took a sip and said happily: "Mom, this is more delicious, you can eat it too..." He turned to Jin Wushu and smiled brightly, "Dad, why don't you eat it? You should eat it too..."
Jin Wushu smiled and sat down opposite him. He also took a bite of the bean porridge, but it felt sweet and smooth. After one bowl, there was a lingering fragrance in his mouth. He looked at Hua Rong again, who also ate a bowl, and she ate it. Very slowly, he only carefully picked up some of his favorite side dishes for his son. Every move he made was extremely gentle.
He looked a little crazy. This woman has always had two faces. Why doesn't she always show this side? Isn't this the best and most beautiful side of her
If she had always been like this and the family of three was enjoying themselves, why would he bother to torture her and tie her up
With this thought, he was shocked, and then he realized what he was longing for. He had been a soldier since he was fourteen or fifteen years old. Ten or twenty years had passed, but the stormy years of swords, guns, swords and halberds had never changed. His days at home were numbered. It can be counted that, coupled with the early death of the biological mother, the Wolf Lord's father has many children, he himself is a ruthless soldier, and the natural rough feelings of the big gold man, the care he can get to himself is almost negligible.
However, who knew that besides fighting, the joy of family is also very important? In addition to snuggling up against the red and emerald green, venting one's desires, and having harmony between husband and wife and children, isn't it also a kind of family happiness? In particular, the more influenced by the culture of the Southern Dynasties, the more I like their family happiness.
He was ecstatic that Yelu Guanyin was pregnant, but this dream was quickly broken by King Qin. In addition to being humiliated, he was still humiliated.
Now, isn't it one of the pleasures that "a family of three" enjoys gathering and feasting together like this, one of the pleasures that one longs for most in his heart? My lovely wife and young children are all to my satisfaction!
He sighed in his heart, if he wanted to have all this, he could only use force, then he might as well force it to the end. People can't beat fate, right? Hua Rong, starting from Liujiasi Jin Camp, her fate has long been destined to be in her own hands. Just like other Jin generals, they took Song girls as concubines and forced them to do so, but they were not seen. What's the point of being unhappy? If a woman has to be conquered by force, then she has no choice but to use force.
While he was eating, he watched the mother and son being intimate, but Hua Rong turned a deaf ear to it, as if there was no one else around him. After the mother and son finished eating, the child pestered his mother to tell stories, and Hua Rong told a story about the big bad wolf. , he felt sleepy after listening to it. He lay in his mother's arms, his little hands hanging down softly, and he fell asleep.
Hua Rong hugged her son. The further away from Lin'an, the little man in her arms became the only comfort. Her son's body was so warm, she hugged her tightly, and even forgot about her own situation, and took a brocade blanket. Cover him and listen to his warm breathing.