The stars and the moon are in the sky, and ten thousand candles burn together.
On the first day of the new year, Bianjing is so lively that every family is sticking to Chunsheng and hanging peach symbols. The street market at night is brightly lit. From outside the Dongsong Gate in Zhouzhou to the Zhounan area, the roadside is full of colorful awnings, which are full of food, drink, clothing, and play goods.
Every year at the beginning of the first month, Kaifeng Mansion is open for three days, and these are all commodities to be held.
In the Song Dynasty, gambling was very popular. Guanpu was actually another form of gambling, but unlike gambling, it was not prohibited by the government.
On the day when the government opened up, the city was full of slaps.
Customers spend much lower prices than the commodity prices for throwing darts, dice, and copper coins. If they win, they can win the commodity. The singer, the carriage and the horse, etc. negotiated the price.
On Panlou Street, a row of rehearsal booths was lined up, and people of all colors entered and exited the booths to buy what they wanted.
The one with the largest number of people is a colorful shed with bear-head-shaped lanterns. The lantern was only black and white, and it looked like a bear, with black eye rims and ears.
Looking at the color booth again, there are mostly young and handsome little ladies or ladies lining up to pounce.
Standing at the back of the booth was a boy of about fifteen years old, wearing dark new clothes, with a circle of fur around his neck, which seemed to keep him warm. His skin was white and his lips were red. Twelve points of likability.
But of course, these girls are not just waiting in line for the goods just because the stall owner is good-looking, but more because the sign in front of the stall reads "Xianglan skin care medicine", which is the skin care medicine made by Zen Master Daxiangguo Temple in recent years. It is very famous in Bianjing.
It is said that Zen Master Lingran made this skin care medicine at first because his disciples got sunburned, and then some of them were passed on to the Eighth Princess.
But because he knew that Zen Master was not greedy for money, and had more disaster relief, sermons and other matters, only a few batches were produced each year, which made his skin care medicines invaluable in Bianjing.
Now, on the non-shipping day, they are actually waiting in the evening market? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Even if the conditions are very harsh, five hundred coins can only be thrown once, and the copper coins need to be thrown to Hunchun—that is, all the backsides can be counted as winning. But the ladies are still rushing, and they have the courage to never give up.
Like this little lady now, she has already threw all the money on her body, and she only threw a can of whitening mask. She was so anxious to ask the servant to go back to the house to get the money for her, "Come on, I will also threw the moisturizing mask!"
"The little lady, wait here first, and let the next one rush first." The stall owner said with a smile.
The little lady reluctantly glanced at the few moisturizing masks, "Brother Yan, are there any skin care medicines tomorrow?"
It was the fifteen-year-old Yun Yanhui who set up a stall on the street on the first day of the Lunar New Year. He grinned at the little lady and said, "These are all, if they are finished today, they will be tomorrow. It took time to change."
The ladies present sighed in unison.
At this moment, another man came in from the color booth. He was tall and taller than the ladies in the color booth. He was wearing a black cloak. grain. Recently, there has been light snow in Bianliang, and I think this person came in to avoid the snow.
In the shed full of fat and powder, the man raised his head, revealing a handsome face that was just beginning to emerge, with thick black eyebrows and clear black and white pupils. When he saw so many little ladies, he lowered his head in surprise, too embarrassed to dare. Set your eyes on the little girls.
The ladies who thought that this person was a bit Meng Lang saw this situation and couldn't help being tolerant. Although he was tall, he turned out to be a young man.
Yun Yan smiled back and said, "Lang Jun, are you here to give skin care medicine for your sweetheart?"
Hearing the sound, the young man tilted his head slightly, glanced back at Yun Yan shyly, and asked in a low voice, "Here... can anything be thrown at me?"
Yun Yan replied: "You mean you don't want to rush skin care medicine, but other things?"
The boy glanced at him again, "I - can your scarf flutter? I encountered snow on my way home, and it was a little cold."
Yun Yan replied straightforwardly: "Yes, one hundred wen, ten copper coins can be thrown out of the five pure."
When the woman who was originally next in line saw this situation, she said, "Xiao Lang is still in a hurry to go home, so let's go first."
The young man hesitated for a moment, said "thank you", and walked all the way "offended" to the booth, counting out a hundred pennies and putting it on the table. Yun Yanhui took out ten copper coins and put them in his palm, and he started tossing them.
The first three were all backs, and then three heads were thrown one after another, and then the backs were thrown again, and the fifth was backs. Luckily, they didn't throw ten copper coins, and they had reached the standard of Yunyan Hui. .
"Acceptance." The boy's cheeks were slightly red, and he put the copper coin back into Yun Yanhui's hand.
Yun Yanhui also took off the scarf very readily. Seeing that the boy was tall, he put his feet on his feet and put the scarf around his neck across the table. The gray fur Weibo lined the black cloak. big.
The young man's chin was sunk into the warm scarf, and he smiled sweetly at Yun Yan with his eyebrows and eyes, and the whole color booth was lit up immediately.
Yun Yan couldn't help laughing, she took out another umbrella from under the table and put it in the boy's hand, "You're still giggling, remember to bring the umbrella home to me, or you won't be able to pay you back a hundred cents."
"Thank you, Brother Yan." The boy took the umbrella embarrassedly and walked out of the color booth with his head down.
By this time, the ladies in the color booth understood that the stall owner and the boy knew each other.
"No wonder this young man wants to go in here to hide from the snow!"
Yun Yan replied, "I'm sorry, that's my little brother, I just made a joke with him." Who knew that he also made a joke, and even asked if something else was fluttering.
That's right, the snow-hiding boy wearing a black cape is the number one silly Bai Tian in Tokyo, who also grew up with Zhao Yunchu's child.
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After Zhao Yunchu left, Yun Yanhui's Guanpu business was still so hot and full of rewards.
When it was the second watch, everything was almost gone, and the people were almost scattered. Yun Yanhui also put away the money and the rest of the medicine. Because the medicine is clear, half of the income from tonight will be donated to the temple after deducting his cost.
Outside the shed, the people who came to pick him up also came.
A tall middle-aged man wearing a scorpion, rushing the donkey to stand outside, watching Yunyan come out with something, and stretched out his hand to pick it up.
This person's name is Fu Yunfeng. He is a teacher in a martial arts hall. He lost his wife and no children in his early years. He met Zheng Ping through the introduction of his old neighbor Hu Sanniang about six years ago. After getting along for more than a year, they feel good about each other. All agreed, so Zheng Ping remarried him.
Therefore, Fu Yunfeng is Yun Yanhui's stepfather.
Fu Yunfeng drove Yunyan back to the Daxiangguo Temple. As soon as he got home, before he tied the donkey, it snowed outside again, "It's unfortunate if you get off on the road, brother Yan, your mother cooked hu spicy. Soup, come in quickly, I'll catch the donkey away."
"Okay, it's hard work Uncle Fu." Yun Yan pushed back the door and went in, and she could smell the spicy Hu soup, "I already smelled it, Hu spicy soup."
Zheng Ping came out of the room, "Wash your face first, the soup is warm for you—hey, where's your scarf?"
Yun Yan replied casually, "I met Yun Chu today. It was snowing at that time, so I gave him the scarf and umbrella. Fortunately, it didn't snow on my way back."
Shuangyi and Xiaobao also came out of their rooms. The family has become wealthy in the past two years, and the room is not enough and they don't want to move back or change houses. After all, the bamboo forest next to it happens to be raising Beibei. It was expanded a bit, and now the three children also have separate rooms.
Shuang Yi went to bring the Hu spicy soup, Xiao Bao and Zheng Ping poured out the hot water together, and asked Yun Yan Hui to wash his face and wipe his hands. Then he sat at the table, dipped his feet in a pot of hot water, and drank Hu spicy soup in his hands.
The fresh and spicy broth with the aroma of pepper entered the mouth, and the hot water under the feet, all the cold was expelled.
Yun Yan took a few sips and finished the soup, wiped her feet cleanly, and stepped into the warm cotton shoes. The padded shoes were specially made by Zheng Ping according to his request. The toes of the white quilted slippers were sewn with panda ears and eyes.
Fu Yunfeng also came in and drank the same bowl of Hu spicy soup.
Zheng Ping complained back to Yun Yan and said, "You kid, you have to go out to set up a stall during the Chinese New Year, and the family is not short of this money now."
However, Fu Yunfeng smiled and said, "Pingniang, don't you see that Brother Yan just likes it. Just like going out to fight is a holiday pleasure, he also makes money for a holiday pleasure."
Zheng Ping said helplessly: "Yes, this child..."
In the past few years, Brother Yan was responsible for the expenses of the family. Even now, he is able to live relatively well, because in addition to errands, Brother Yan also has unexpected income from time to time.
In the past, it could be said that he was in a hurry to make money because of poor family conditions, but now, it can only be said that he likes to work, and if he makes no money, he always wants to do something.
"It's no longer a child." Yun Yan corrected back.
Zheng Ping said, "You, don't talk about these things. Many neighbors came to celebrate the New Year's Day today. When you weren't there, they all asked about you. You have to come to the door when you see it."
"Don't be in a hurry, if you have the heart to pay homage to the festival, it's not too late for the cold food." Yun Yan returned but was not in a hurry. Besides, he was like the abbot, Luran, and Huichong. He had also paid his respects to the early years, and it would not be too late to go back and find a time. .
Although the festivals after the New Year's Day are one after another, and they will be lively and lively until March, it is impossible to go to the New Year's greetings during the Cold Food Festival. Just fine."
Shuang Yi held her face and said, "Brother Yan, can you take me to set up a stall tomorrow?"
"You're not allowed to go out." Zheng Ping pressed her back with one sentence, "I'll check the dishes you've made."
Shuang Yi has reached marriageable age and is almost eighteen now.
Fortunately, there were many literati who were advocating Buddhism and Taoism at this time, so there were many people who got married and had children at a later time. It wasn't too strange that they didn't get married. People who loved their daughters always had to stay for a while, but Zheng Ping was also a little anxious. , I always urged Fu Yunfeng to also inquire whether there is a suitable son-in-law in the acquaintance.
Shuang Yi always likes to dance with knives and guns, and it just so happens that Fu Yunfeng is also an instructor in the martial arts hall. She pushes people by herself. Although she is in a hurry, she also likes to find a gentleman who Shuangyi likes.
And now I am also paying close attention to Shuangyi's cooking skills, so I can't make it too unpalatable.
Yun Yanhui also coughed, "Learning to cook is also good. You should at least learn a few of my brother's private dishes. If you learn it, it will not be too late to go out to play during the Lantern Festival."
Shuang Yi: "You don't know, I heard that a famous chivalrous warrior in the arena came to Bianjing and made a duel with someone tomorrow. I want to go and see it, it's only tomorrow."
"Hey, what kind of chivalrous person," Zheng Ping was thinking, "How old are you? Are you married?" It was rare for her to see that Shuangyi was interested in men. Although Song Dynasty warriors were not taken seriously, Zheng Ping always acted like this. , do not ask this.
Shuang Yi: "... quite big enough to be my father's old bachelor."
"You turned from a chivalrous man to an old bachelor in one fell swoop?" Yun Yan smiled back, "Mother, don't worry, Uncle Fu and I have both taken care of her, the big deal is to stay with you for a few more years, and you will always meet someone who is suitable for you. to marry."
"Of course it's appropriate, and I think so too." Zheng Ping also reiterated her position, and then said to Shuang Yi, "But you still can't go out tomorrow."
Shuangyi: "… "
"Work hard." Yun Yan patted the back of Shuangyi's head, yawned, and went to sleep.
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The next day, Yun Yanhui got up early again, drove the donkey cart by himself, and went to the flower garden of Daxiangguo Temple to pick up the flowers that he had ordered. Whether silk flowers, flowers, look good on the line.
However, although Yun Yanhui was also selling seasonal flowers this time, unlike others, they did not sell them one by one.
The three Zhisheng brothers had already been waiting for him in the flower garden. When they saw him coming, they sang a fat song and asked the New Year's Day. Yun Yanhui also returned the salute and asked, "Is everything ready?"
The three took out animal-shaped skeletons made of bamboo pieces, including pigs, bears, rabbits and other animals. "We only made twenty."
"Enough, it should be sold out in one afternoon. Go home early today, and there will be no stalls at night, it's very cold." Yun Yan replied.
And in the morning, they naturally want to fix these freshest flowers on the animal-shaped bamboo skeleton, and finally form a flower animal one by one. It is best to use smaller flowers, which are more delicate.
In the Song Dynasty, the art of flower arrangement was very popular, and people with a little taste would pay attention to how to put flowers in a vase, and there are not many who sell exquisite flower arrangements. But when Zhisheng and the others heard Yunyan reply that they wanted to sell such a "bouquet", they were still surprised for a while.
However, when they tried to make a sample, they were amazed. It's not hard to imagine how those little ladies would grab all their money today.