When the water truck came into the city the next morning, the family delivered the fresh cow and goat milk ordered to Cui Mansion.
Cui Xie took care of the family before, and spent 450 taels to buy the Nanhuo Store, and asked Cui Yuan to sign a subcontracting agreement to transfer the original staff in the store to them. In addition to the more than 500 taels of silver recovered from the processing of southern goods, and the 100 taels of old clothing and furniture that were sold before, the family finally had more than 1,000 taels of cash.
He put two hundred and two weeks in each of the two cabinets, and one hundred taels in the outer courtyard. The rest will be put away by the old lady. In the future, if there is a wedding, funeral, marriage, or a return gift, it will be prepared. .
If you have money, you can spend it on food quickly and easily.
He drinks milk himself, and goat milk is given to the elderly and children, so as to avoid lactose intolerance and get sick after drinking it. When the cook came down to ask him what to make of milk snacks, Cui Xie didn't pay attention to the practice of desserts before, so he asked them to steam some double-skin milk, sugar-steamed cheese, and more milk to make milk tea with brick tea.
Sugar-steamed cheese was available in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but the steamed cheese should be condensed with ice. Shuangpi milk is a Cantonese-style dim sum, and the Beijing cook in their family had never heard of it, so they had to ask him how to make it. Cui Xie himself hadn't officially read the recipe. He only remembered the general method. He told them to boil the milk skin first and then steam the egg whites. Anyway, it would be condensed into a bowl. After telling them, let them explore.
In the process of groping, we must not waste materials. Cui Xie wanted to give it away, so he didn’t rush to eat it. He asked them to go back to the kitchen and try it slowly. Just a bowl of goat milk.
On the other hand, milk tea is easy to make, as long as the brick tea is crushed and boiled, then mixed with boiled evaporated milk and a spoonful of syrup. Daming's recipe for dim sum is to boil the syrup first, and stick the egg white to remove a layer of foam on the syrup. The boiled syrup is clear and sweet, and it is not easy to spoil. It can be stored in a jar for a long time, and you can eat it as you like. add.
He drank milk tea for breakfast, but felt that the taste was not the same as the one he drank in his previous life.
The aroma of the milk tea is strong, and the light caramel color is also more appetizing. The younger brothers and sisters drank goat milk boiled with almonds, and looked at the milk tea in his bowl, wishing they could take a sip too. The old lady was used to children, so she said for them: "My old lady also wants to try this milk tea, please ask someone to make a few more bowls, and also ask Sister Yun and Brother He to try it."
Cui Xie shook his head: "He and brother are still young, so drinking tea is not good for your body. Sister Yun can drink a little, but don't drink too much at one time. People with weak stomachs drink milk easily. Ask the cook to cook you a bowl of goat milk, and don't drink too much tea."
Although the old lady asked him to take charge, she still felt it in her heart, she agreed with a smile, and said, "If we drink well, we will give you a taste when we come back."
Cui Xie nodded: "It's okay, if the double-skin milk is steamed in the kitchen, don't ask them to scoop it up and give it to grandfather. That kind of big and soft stuff is easy to choke if you don't eat well. If you want to eat it, you have to roll it into a paste first.”
The old lady let out a "hey", and smiled so wrinkled her face was squeezed together: "Look at your carefulness. When you go out, you are an experienced person. When you were at home, you were obediently listening to your milk arrangements, and you didn't talk much. To put it another way, it doesn't seem that even grandpa and grandma are in charge of eating now."
No matter what, Cui Xie couldn't restore his original temperament. Hearing his family occasionally mention what he was like in the past, he could only say: "I was still young at first, but now I'm a supervising student, and I can take care of this family, I think. Of course it's different."
He couldn't say more about the original body, he hurriedly drank milk tea, ate some plain stuffed shuiming dumplings and steamed puff pastry, and got up to go to school.
It was almost noon that day, and there was indeed a slight rain, which was what Xie Qianhu said was the knife-washing water. Seeing the drizzle outside the school, the classmates became distracted, and asked him how many times during class time, "Is Ju Anzhai's books still available for sale today? right?"
After the hall disbanded at noon, everyone went out of the Chinese Academy of Sciences full of anxiety that they wanted to buy books but were afraid that they would not be able to buy them.
Not far from going out, there was a spacious blue-covered carriage parked at the entrance of the hutong diagonally opposite the gate of the Guozijian. A piece of oilcloth was stretched on the roof, and the words "book carriage for Guozijian" were painted with red lacquer. There was a circle of people outside the car, and they were talking to the people in the car chaotically, handing over money, and taking packets of new books tightly sealed with translucent white oil paper.
Ju An Zhai is honest!
On a rainy day, they actually delivered books to these supervisors. I have never seen any bookstore do such a considerate way!
They suddenly forgot that there has never been a bookstore whose books have been broken for several months, and they have been rushing to buy high-priced books when they are free, and eager readers rushed to buy them when they were just released.
The crowd rushed up and rushed to the back of the car to buy the book. They couldn't buy the book at the moment, so they looked at the covers of the prison students who had just bought them after they were unpacked.
The new book is available in hardcover and paperback: the paperback is an ordinary blue paper cover, the front of the hardcover is printed with Zhuge wearing filial piety, and the back cover is printed with Zhou Yu, who plays the qin, separated by a cloud head. If you flatten the envelope, you will find that Kong Ming's lines are solid and his skin is ruddy, while Zhou Yu's print is slightly smaller, and the color of his skin and clothes are also pale. The mood of the deceased Zhou Yu.
A prison student sighed: "It's the book published by Ju Anzhai that appeals to my heart. It is said that Zhou Yu's cry when Zhuge was filial piety was just a fake cry, but I feel that these two people are beautiful for a while, how can there be no love for each other? It's just a difference. I belong to Shu and Wu, so I can't make friends with me."
Another person said: "Zhou Yu is narrow-minded, and he may not be able to accommodate Kong Ming, but Kong Ming has the capacity to accommodate people. Naturally, he is sincerely crying for him."
Another person refuted: "Zhou Yu may not be really narrow-minded, how can he not be jealous of the characters of Soochow Wu, but only Prime Minister Zhuge? It's just that the two countries are fighting each other, and I'm afraid that there will be such a character in the state of Shu and will harm the state of Wu in the future, so I have to deal with it. Zhuge. This is also compelled by the times. If the great Han country is not destroyed, and everyone is ministers in the same dynasty, I am afraid it will be another situation."
Although there was a dispute among the crowd, they were afraid that if the riot was too great, the instructors would notice this and drive away the book-selling cars. Cui Xie told them to leave them behind, and he was not in a hurry. He slowly returned to the Zhai with an umbrella, took out the Complete Works of Guan Hanqing, leaned against the porch and hummed while watching.
His tone was inaccurate, but his words were very clear. Several passing classmates listened to him humming "Single Sword Club", and laughed at him: "Why does He Zhong still read this Qianyuan miscellaneous script, watch the story of the Three Kingdoms, this short play Wouldn't it be as fun as the "Six Talents Criticize the Three Kingdoms" with color pictures?"
Cui Xie hid the pages of the book on his chest and smiled, "Didn't Dr. Lin say when he criticized my article that he wanted me to watch more operas, and learn the tone of Shu Changwanman when writing than even sentences? , of course, to make up for it.”
The classmate said: "Why bother to read the songs of the previous dynasty, the ones we wrote for the sake of wine are better, they are neat and tidy, the pronunciation is rich, and there is also the work of teaching. Why don't you borrow this book to read? But it's boring to read the playbook, and the mid-month break is right in front of you. How good is it for my brother to take you to see the Southern Opera of Xiangyun Ban?"
Huo Muri... Cui Xie shook his head with a smile: "I've already decided to learn something else, I'm afraid I don't have time to watch the drama, and I'll betray the kindness of Brother Xian."
The supervisor looked at him with pity, shook his head and sighed, "You still have to study with your husband when you are in the shower. When are you not going to study? What's the fun in living like this at a young age?"
No, in fact, he didn't study the day he took off, and went to learn swordsmanship with Xie Qianhu.
He lowered his head and said covertly, "I just entered the Imperial College, and there are a lot of things I'm not used to. It's good to think about it later."
Get used to it later.
For example, after dreaming about someone, you have to go to see them.
The first time I dreamed of Xie Ying, I just dreamed that he was wearing clothes made by himself. After the meeting, he was very busy for a long time; What food people bring at home is progress.
On the day of the 15th holiday, the chef also made a fragrant and rich caramel milk tea, steamed smooth and delicate double-skin milk, and the sugar-steamed crispy cheese that everyone in Beijing loves to drink.
Dairy products are perishable, so Cui Xie went to Guozijian to attend the ceremony first, and asked the driver to pick up the time when the ceremony was over, bring iced drinks to eat, and bring him to the Xie residence with him. As a result, the ceremony was over, and when he left the gate, he saw Xie Shan waiting outside in the car of Qianhufu.
Once Cui Xie was born, he was familiar again, and said with a smile, "I have to trouble Brother Xie Shan again."
Xie Shan said: "Don't bother. Is the son going like this or changing his clothes?"
Of course you have to change it, otherwise it won't work well.
Cui Xie changed into a green yisa that he had never worn, took out iced milk tea and snacks from his car, and took Xie's car to his house. Xie Ying only looked at him for a few more seconds when they met, and then lowered her eyelids to cover her eyes. His attitude was still the same as usual, as if he had forgotten the gaffe that day, he tasted the refreshment he brought with a smile, and praised: "I thought it was Mongolian milk tea with a salty taste, but it was unexpectedly sweet. Really good."
Although he was still smiling, Cui Xie somehow felt that the smile was a bit stylized, not as vivid and friendly as usual.
Later, when Xie Qianhu taught him the knife technique, it was even more obvious. The teaching was done by practicing slowly by himself, but sometimes he could not do the movements properly. Hold his hand as before and help him get the right pose.
Cui Xie couldn't help guessing that he still cared about the accident that he almost kissed that night, and wanted to keep a distance from himself. But I can't blame anyone for what happened that day, the atmosphere was so good, and Xie Qianhu was so good-looking, he almost couldn't control himself...
If it had continued as he had dreamed, what would have happened to the two of them today? Is it simply to admit that they are not that straight, and try to communicate like this, or is it so embarrassing that they can't meet again in the future
He dragged the knife, imagining Xie Qianhu coldly saying to him, "That night was just a mistake, let's not make another mistake", he couldn't help laughing.
No, they are really not suitable for that kind of bloody drama, or so... let's go. We can see each other more often, just do whatever we need to do.
Xie Ying made him laugh a little inexplicably, and couldn't help but glance at him more. Wearing such a gorgeous big green silk clothes, he looked better than usual, and his smile was so heartless, as if he could not see his deliberate alienation at all.
I'm afraid I don't know what he almost did in front of the Guandi Temple that day.
He is still a child, heartless and heartless... Xie Ying shook his head and muttered to him, his mind relaxed a little, took the straight knife from his hand, turned the handle of the knife upside down and nodded on his forehead, Loudly said: "I will practice it again, and I can see it clearly. In the pose of raising the knife to meet the enemy, the arm is passed through from below."
While Cui Xie was busy practicing martial arts and fitness, a rare guest was also welcomed into the Cui family mansion. The man was wearing a cyan robe, he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with handsome eyes, and he rode a small green sedan chair. There was no line of honor to the left and right. He entered the Cui Mansion in a low-key manner.
He happened to catch up with Cui Xie and went to Xie Ying's house, and he could only come back after dinner.
Cui Liangdong hurriedly called someone to pick him up, but the driver said timidly, "Young master went to Jinyiwei's Qianhu Mansion, and it's not a place we can go. Will Jinyiwei be upset by forcing him to come back?"
Then you can't leave the old parents of the county honorable unattended!
Although Mrs. Cui was a pleasant person who asked for an appointment, she was a housewife after all, and she couldn't accompany guests for a long time. The old man was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't speak... He turned around in a hurry, and finally remembered that he was still at home. Taking a seat, he hurriedly asked someone to invite Lu Juren to the front to entertain guests, and at the same time invited the county magistrate to come in to see the old lady.
The Daxing county magistrate came suddenly, and the family was completely unprepared. He was asking people to push the old man to watch the scenery in the courtyard.
When the magistrate Jiang entered the door, the paper pavilion was blocked by the gate of the main room, and the paper corridors extending to the end of the base of the wing room extended from both sides. When you get closer, you can see that there is a door open in the front of the paper pavilion, and a heavy oil paper door curtain hangs on the door, and there are even oil paper windows on both sides.
The paper, on the other hand, is a sauce-colored moiré paper, with slightly translucent white creases folded, which looks elegant and solemn, pressing down on the translucent oil-paper wall that floats above.
Jiang county magistrate's house is spacious and exquisite. There is a group of people creeping along the corridor. The servants seem to be very comfortable with this paper corridor. , why did you block the doors and windows and build a corridor under the corridor?"
Luxury is not such an extravagant method, isn't it too hot to block it so tightly
Cui Liangdong led the way beside him, and quickly explained: "The old man of our house has been paralyzed on the bed for many years, afraid of the wind, so he has always been lying in the bedroom. After my son is in charge, I am afraid that my grandfather will be in a bad mood after lying down for a long time, and his body will be heavier. So I sold the things at home, and asked a craftsman to make a wheelchair and a paper gallery, so that the old man could come out and meet the sun."
Jiang county magistrate took a closer look at the group of figures, and sure enough, he could vaguely see a long chair among them. Only then did he realize that he had misunderstood, his face flushed, and he sighed: "So it is, Cui Jiansheng is really filial. It's not bad for the righteous people who have won the honor of the saint. I am afraid that he is thinking of the truth of 'the old is the old and the old', so he is willing to donate the goods worth nearly 100 taels to the nursing home. I saw this piece of paper earlier. In the gallery, I almost misunderstood the extravagance of your palace, but this official broke it lightly."