Mrs. He looked at Mrs. Zou's increasingly haggard back in the past few days, tapped her fingers lightly on the small table, and reconsidered the things that she had planned to suppress in her mind. Pinshu.com ()
A few days ago, Mrs. Jing'an and the old matriarch mentioned the matter of adding people to Dalang's room.
In fact, she had been looking forward to her great-grandson for too long. She gave Dalang's wife ten years, but there was still no news.
After Zhangzhou, all the way to the north, the waterway passed through Qizhou, and then changed horses to go north. After half a month of travel and dust, I finally arrived at Liangzhou, the northern border of the Dawu Dynasty.
Looking at the endless northern grassland in the memory of his previous life, He Changdi suddenly felt mixed feelings.
Lai Yue rode up to the young master and asked, "Master, are we going directly to the city?"
He Changdi shook his head and pointed in one direction.
Lai Yue turned his gaze, only to see a few scattered tents pitched on the grassland beyond the horizon.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and did not speak again wisely.
Along the way, the third young master's temper became worse and worse, his face was gloomy all day long, as if he didn't want to mess with me.
Subconsciously took a deep breath, but the next moment the expression on his face became distorted, he looked down at his dusty skirt, now he can't wait to throw himself into the Wei River, his body is so smelly that he can't smell it anymore . He didn't expect that the third young master, who always loves cleanliness, could run around without cleaning up the stains all over his body.
It's midsummer now, and since they left Qizhou, they haven't taken care of themselves seriously, and the further north they go, the lotus ponds and lakes along the way have become very few. Because they are in a hurry, ordinary things such as eating, sleeping, and bathing have become a thing of the past. extravagance.
Now that I have come to this wild land in the north, the grasslands are everywhere, and there are not many tents, let alone inns and restaurants for rest.
Thinking of this, Lai Yue took a peek at the third young master beside him. The gray riding clothes that fitted him were already stained with dust, and there were even scratches in several places. The black hair tied behind his head was somewhat messy. Because he hadn't taken care of it for several days, hard black stubble had grown on his chin. The third young master was much darker and thinner than before due to the wind and sun for half a month.
Lai Yue secretly twitched the corners of his mouth. If his young master rode by on the streets of Shengjing City like this, few people would probably recognize the rough man in front of him as the jade-like He Jiayu Saburo in the past.
The master and servant hurried to the scattered tents.
At this time, a slightly fat woman came out of the tent with a jar of buttered tea, and when she saw two strangers, she looked over curiously, and said "cheeping gua la" again.
Staring more and more at the woman not far away, although I thought about the harsh environment in the northern border, I never thought that the language would be a barrier...
The woman spoke to them for a long time, but Lai Yue couldn't understand a single word, suddenly felt that one head and two big words.
He looked helplessly at his master beside him.
Unexpectedly, He Changdi got off his horse and walked to the woman's side in two or three steps. He pursed his lips slightly, and then said something "cheeping and croaking" that he couldn't understand. After speaking, He Changdi took out another bag from his pocket. The seal was handed to the woman for viewing.
The woman held the seal to the light for a while, and suddenly danced happily. After returning the seal to He Changdi, she bowed respectfully to him, and stretched out her hand to pull He Changdi into the tent.
Lai Yue stood dumbfounded, he couldn't figure out when the young master could speak barbaric language, and judging by his posture, he was not generally proficient.
He stood in the same place and led the horse in a daze, unable to move his feet because of surprise. In the end, He Changdi turned around and yelled at him before he came back to his senses.
From time to time, another half-grown boy came out of the tent, smiling and wanting to take the reins of their horses from Quan Yue's hands. He Changdi glanced over and saw that he was still moving, and then reminded: "Give him the horse, he will help us Take care."
Only then did Yue Yue hand over the horse to the dark boy who liked to laugh.
Laiyue walked to his young master's side in two or three steps, scratched his head and said a little helplessly: "Master, I'm still a little confused."
He Sanlang glared at him, "What are you doing, just follow me."
Lai Yue hurriedly nodded, but after a while he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Young master, when did you learn the barbarian language of the northern region? Why don't you know anything about it?"
He Sanlang looked at Rui Yue contemptuously, "With your brain, it's normal if you don't know. You only think about eating all day long!"
I was getting more and more wronged, and I didn't dare to ask again.
Didn't he just eat a rice bowl with braised pork specially made by the third grandma at the mansion, and the braised pork was leftover by the third grandma's maids, so he was buried all the way by the third young master, he really died unjustly!
But thinking of the braised pork, Lai Yue couldn't help drooling, the thick sauce, the fat but not greasy pieces of meat, one bite, the flavor on the teeth and cheeks, it was the best meat he had ever eaten!
If he could have a bowl at this time, put a bowl of braised pork upside down on the white and fat rice, he would definitely be able to eat three big bowls of rice, no, one bowl of rice!
Recalling the wind, food, and camping along the way, I feel more and more hungry than before.
He Sanlang was in a trance for a moment, barbaric? The reason why he is so familiar with it is because he was exiled in the northern border in his previous life, and spent three years with the barbarians at the lowest level, suffering all the hardships in the world. How could he not be able to speak the most common language!
Thinking of that darkest time, He Changdi couldn't help clenching his fists hidden in his cuffs.
However, God has treated him kindly, giving him a chance to start over!
After entering the tent, a short but burly barbarian greeted him with his right hand on his heart, and bowed respectfully to He Changdi.
He Changdi nodded, and walked straight towards the low table in the tent. After the barbarian man sat cross-legged with him, after a while, the woman who followed into the tent came in with two earthen pots.
The barbarian man made a gesture of invitation to the Han family, and He Changdi was not polite, so he picked up the rough clay bowl in front of him and filled it up for himself. He took a bite, then looked at Lai Yue who was kneeling behind him, and motioned for him Eat now too.
In order to get to Liangzhou as soon as possible, the master and servant have not eaten for nearly a day, and now they are hungry. Along the way, the master and servant took care of each other. When eating in an inn, two people sit at the same table.
Lai Yue didn't refuse, imitating He Changdi's appearance, and filled a bowl for himself. Perhaps he was too hungry, so he picked up the bowl and took a big sip.
But as soon as the food in the bowl was poured into his mouth, Lai Yue's already ordinary face became extremely distorted. He secretly glanced at his master, only to see He Changdi swallowing the food in the bowl in small mouthfuls without changing expression, he forced Swallowing what was in his mouth.
Looking down at the black batter-like thing in the bowl, Lai Yue didn't have the courage to take a second bite.
What on earth is this made of? It is even harder to swallow than the rotten steamed buns they ate on the road. Do these barbarians eat these every day
After a while, He Sanlang, who had already eaten a bowl of food elegantly, glanced at his Chang Sui lightly, "After eating, there is no other food here, or you will be hungry."
Seeing his master's empty bowl, he swallowed it with tears in his eyes, not daring to chew it carefully.
This is the green fruit porridge unique to the northern border. The taste is really not good, but it is the main source of food for the barbarians here. In his previous life, he could only eat such unpalatable green fruit porridge once a month, and he was still a barbarian grandmother. Pity him, he secretly brings it to himself every month.
Tasting this taste again, He Changdi thought he would miss it, or even like it, but he didn't. Staring at the hot air in the clay pot in front of him, he was in a trance for a moment, as if what was placed on the table in front of him was not green fruit Congee, but hot scallion pancakes and chao shou.
And sitting at the table was also the little woman who was eating with her head down, she would give him an angry look from time to time, that look seemed to say that he was an idiot, and took away the food she carefully prepared.
The taste of the delicious Chaoshou and the crispy scallion pancakes seemed to gradually overwhelm the taste of the green fruit porridge, making the rough green fruit porridge fade away in his memory.
He Sanlang suddenly pinched his palm hard, and Mo Yu's eyes instantly turned cold.
Damn it, he seemed to be under a spell, and remembered that poisonous woman again!
Recalling his tragic situation in the previous life again, reminding himself that all his tragedies were caused by that woman, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes regained their original clarity.
Lai Yue put down the bowl with a disheveled face, and looked at his young master pitifully.
The barbarian man seemed to think that the expression of the laiyue boy sitting across from him was quite ridiculous, so he laughed heartily twice, asked the woman to clear the table, and served the three of them milk wine from the northern border.
Lai Yue paid more attention this time, and took a sip of the milk wine in front of him. Although it was not as good as Sheng Jingcheng's rough rice wine, it was much better than the green fruit porridge.
The barbarian man looked at Lai Yue's expression and smiled, then turned his head and spoke to He Changdi again.
Lai Yue couldn't understand a sentence, and saw that the barbarian man took out a rather large sachet from his arms and gave it to the young master with both hands.
He Sanlang opened the sachet, first took out two letters from it, and then took a look at what was left in the sachet, then stuffed the sachet into his personal baggage.
Seeing the seal on the back of the envelope more and more, his expression became serious.
These two letters were sent by King Jin.
He Changdi first opened King Jin's letter and browsed through it. There was no emotion on his face, and then he tore open another letter.
The handwriting of this letter is not as strong and unrestrained as the first one, but rather regular, exactly the handwriting of Nanny Zhong.
There were five sheets of paper, densely packed in small script, reporting to him in detail what Chu Lian had done in the half a month since he left Jing'anbo Mansion.
He Sanlang looked gloomy, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes that no one else could see.
He Changdi continued to look down, and when he saw a few paragraphs, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice.