In the next few days, Chen Xing neither met those two young ladies nor anyone who came to find fault with their booth.
After Chen Xing was worried at the beginning, he gradually put this matter aside, only thinking that if one day he meets the lady who was beaten for him again, he must thank him well.
On this day, when Chen Xing and Qiu Jiu were busy, they suddenly heard the familiar sound of gongs and drums not far away. Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and Chen Xing was no exception.
Chen Xing saw the two officials who came to promote last time at a glance.
The two officials were dressed similarly to last time, one of them was beating a gong and drum, and the other shouted loudly after the sound of the gong fell: "Tomorrow at noon, the Lai family will be asked to be executed on the street, and the vendors on the street should pay attention! , avoid carefully."
Chen Xing watched the two officials walk along the street while promoting, and then gradually disappeared.
Chen Xing stared at the backs of them leaving, and always felt that there was something weird there, until he could not see their backs at all, and suddenly remembered that something was wrong there, and asked Qiu Jiu, who was also watching the fun, "Why did they want to leave?" Let the merchants pay attention?"
Hearing Chen Xing's question, Qiu Jiu's expression, which was still watching the play, froze for a moment, and showed a confused expression, then shook his head in confusion, looked at Chen Xing and guessed: "I don't know, could it be What is the custom here?"
"What kind of custom, it's for fear of accidental injury!"
Qiu Jiu and Chen Xing, who were still discussing, were taken aback by the sudden insertion of the voice. They turned their heads and saw Mr. Fu who came over for some reason. At this time, he was staring at the wooden barrel in front of him seriously, obviously choosing favorite food.
"Mr. Fu, what do you want to eat today?" Seeing him, Chen Xing asked with a smile on his face, "And what did you mean by that?"
"I want a cold noodle today, and my mother will take me to a banquet later. It's not good to go after I'm full." Mr. Fu looked at the cold noodles left with a smile on his face. The look of not wanting to give up.
Seeing this, Chen Xing smiled, asked Qiu Jiu to pinch cold skin for him, and at the same time looked at him to know what he meant just now.
Mr. Fu instructed Qiu Jiu to add more ingredients to him, and by the way continued to finish what he had just said, "Do you know how this yamen escorts prisoners on death row?"
Chen Xing shook his head, he has only been here not long, and the scope of activities is limited, how could he know such a thing.
Mr. Fu looked at the shrewd little boss on weekdays, showing such a confused look at this moment, he couldn't help laughing complacently, and explained to him: "Those people all came out of the prison cells of the government and put them on the prison cart, and then walked along the main road. down the street to the place of execution."
Mr. Fu took the bowl Qiu Jiu handed over, sniffed his nose, seemed to be very satisfied with the taste inside, and continued: "On the way to the place of execution, as long as there is no robbery, the officers and soldiers are generally fine. It doesn’t matter what happens.”
Hearing this, Chen Xing had a flash of inspiration in his mind, thinking of some pictures he had seen on TV, and seemed to understand what he meant.
Sure enough, Mr. Fu continued: "If you don't attract people's hatred, then of course nothing major will happen. But for those who make many enemies on weekdays, there must be rotten eggs and rotten leaves waiting for them on the road. And this dirty thing Too many people, no matter how bad the accuracy is, wouldn’t it be easy to accidentally injure the vendors next to you? That’s why the magistrate of this county has such a reminder.”
Hearing this, Chen Xing only felt that the current county magistrate seemed quite humane.
It's just that this thought only flashed in Chen Xing's mind for a moment, and he put it behind him, looked at Mr. Fu in front of him again, and thanked: "Thank you for your answer, Mr. Fu."
Mr. Fu waved his hand to show that you are welcome, picked up the bowl and went to find a place to eat.
Standing in front of the stall, Chen Xing looked at the main street not far away, and the yamen not too far away from them. After hesitating for a while, he decided to take a day off tomorrow, so as not to accidentally affect himself when Mr. Lai's prison car passed by.
Chen Xing made up his mind, and after finishing the business, he packed his things very carefully, and even cleaned up the tables and chairs before leaving.
After returning to Gu's residence, Chen Xing and the others had lunch and slept, he looked at the early sky. Thinking about not needing to set up a stall tomorrow, I decided to go to the kitchen to make some sweets.
Chen Xing's speed wasn't too fast, but because he didn't make much, he still made a steamer of 'bozai cake' within an hour.
When Qiu Jiu saw smoke coming from the kitchen, what he saw were transparent desserts placed in small bowls on the chopping board.
Qiu Jiu stared curiously at Chen Xing who was picking out the thing with a bamboo stick, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"
Chen Xing used the bamboo stick in his hand to skewer the 'bozai cake' in the small bowl, handed it to Qiu Jiu who asked the question, and said with a smile: "This is Bozai cake."
Qiu Jiu looked at the transparent thing, took a bite curiously, then his eyes lit up, he gave Chen Xing a thumbs up, and said happily: "This is delicious."
Chen Xing saw that Qiu Jiu was happy to eat, and his mood also improved. He put three different flavors on a plate, and looked at Qiu Jiu who ate one in two or three times and asked: "Mr. doing what?"
Qiu Jiu thought for a while, then replied, "I should write in the study."
Chen Xing nodded at him, picked up the tray, and was about to leave. When he was about to step out of the kitchen, he seemed to think of something. He clicked on the remaining bowl cakes, and said to Qiu Jiu: "I made three flavors. , try it all."
"Okay, I know."
Until Chen Xing left, Qiu Jiu looked at the bowl cakes still in small bowls and the bamboo sticks next to them, and said with a chuckle, "The ones for you are all skewered, but I have to come by myself. It's really discriminatory."
Unaware that Qiu Jiu was muttering to himself behind his back, Chen Xing picked up the plate and went straight to Gu Lang's door, and saw Gu Lang standing in front of the table arranging papers at a glance.
Chen Xing watched Gu Lang lower his eyebrows and focus on the things in his hands. His well-articulated hands brushed lightly across the pages of the book, like a pleasing painting.
When Chen Xing was standing there blankly looking inside, Gu Lang seemed to have sensed his movements, raised his head and looked in his direction, his gaze first fell on his slightly dazed face , and then gradually slid down onto the tray in his hand.
After a while, Gu Lang showed him a gentle smile, looked at him and said softly, "Is there something you want to give me?"
Until then, Chen Xing nodded as if he had been awakened suddenly, then looked at Gu Lang who was looking at him with a smile inside, and walked in.
As Chen Xing approached, Gu Lang also saw clearly what was in his hand, which were three transparent foods strung together on bamboo sticks. Thinking of what Chen Xing made on weekdays, Gu Lang guessed that this should be a new kind of food.
Chen Xing looked at Gu Lang who seemed to be hesitating, and said with a smile: "This is my new food, Bozai Cake. I made red bean, mung bean, and grape flavors. Try it, I think you should know it. like."
After finishing speaking, he wanted to find a place to put it down, and wanted Gu Lang to take one to taste, but when he looked down, he saw a table full of papers, leaving him with no place to put it down.
Seeing that Chen Xing was helpless, Gu Lang quickly put away the papers full of writing on the table, and sorted out an empty space for Chen Xing to put down the things in his hands.
After Chen Xing put down the tray and let Gu Lang choose something to eat from it, he saw the few pieces of paper next to him out of the corner of his eye, and sized them up curiously, and then he discovered that he could recognize most of the words on it. , It feels similar to their ancient traditional characters.
Gu Lang, who was picking up a red bean-flavored Bozai cake to eat, fell in love with the chewy, soft taste of this little thing after taking a bite. After seeing Chen Xing looking at the pieces of paper curiously, He paused while he was eating vigorously, looked at him with deep eyes, and asked softly: "Can you understand?"
Hearing this sudden voice, Chen Xing was taken aback. When he saw Gu Lang staring at him seriously, Chen Xing, who was still in the embarrassment of being caught, nodded a little embarrassedly, "Can you?" Understand a little bit."
Gu Lang looked at the embarrassed Chen Xing, and calmly ate the remaining half of the cake in one bite, then looked at him and asked, "Then do you know what I wrote?"
Chen Xing didn't know why Gu Lang asked such a question, and while he was a little puzzled, he still said what he saw, "I think it seems to be a storybook." Although it was a little worse than the novels he read in modern times, but in this The times seem to be good.
Hearing what he said, Gu Lang nodded, and asked with some ambiguity: "Yes, it's the script. I remember you said that you were not welcome in the Chen Mansion. You learned the characters there. ?”
When Chen Xing was asked such a question, he immediately became flustered, looked at him with a little helplessness, and said in a creaking voice: "I, I followed others when I saw others learn it, so I can recognize a few words .”
Gu Lang looked at Chen Xing who was obviously not telling the truth, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyebrows slightly, picked another mung bean-flavored one and ate it, and suddenly changed the subject, "I heard from Qiu Jiu that tomorrow Lai's family Ask to be cut."
Seeing that Gu Lang didn't bring up the matter just now, although Chen Xing didn't know why, he quickly nodded along with the topic he changed, "Well, yes."
"Then what are your plans for tomorrow?"
Hearing Gu Lang's question, Chen Xing didn't understand why he asked. He looked towards Gu Lang, only to see that Gu Lang lowered his head, his slender eyelashes covered his brows and eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Lang raised his head, staring straight at him with those deep black eyes, as if there were many things hidden inside, and asked him softly, "You don't want to go and see what other people are talking about? "