Chapter 302 Do you think being an official is good?

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 302 Do you think being an official is good?

It is a small courtyard, an adobe house, covered with gray-black tiles, and the courtyard door is made of wood criss-crossed vertically, or there is a special word - Chai Fei.

If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, no one would believe that this was the residence of an official of the Ming Dynasty. Anyone who took a quick look would feel that this was a home for ordinary people, a relatively ordinary one.

Xia Yuan compared the names with the roster in his hand, then put his feet on his hands and looked around the yard through the wood door, but saw no one.

Finally, he simply pushed open the firewood door and went in, taking a few steps forward.

"Who?"

A woman's voice came from the house on the side, and then a woman pushed open the small black wooden door and leaned out half of her body.

Almost at the same time, Xia Yuan also turned around to see a young woman in her twenties, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, without any makeup on her face, or any accessories.

The look of her bare face reminded him of the old Xiaoqizi. At that time, Xiaoqiaozi also wore coarse cloth clothes all day long, but it was different now. Now she wore silk and satin clothes all day long.

"I dare you to ask."

The woman noticed what Xia Yuan was wearing, whether it was a robe or a fox-fur cloak, which showed that he was either rich or noble, and her tone was a bit hesitant and helpless.

"Your husband's name is Liu Jiyu, and he works in the Imperial College?"

Hearing this, the woman's expression darkened immediately, and her face clearly showed a bit of sadness. After thinking about it, she knew that her husband-in-law was in prison, but then she cheered up and said: "It's my husband, I don't know, sir.

But my husband-in-law’s superior officer?”

"yes."

Xia Yuan admitted without thinking much, and the woman wiped her hands on her clothes randomly a few times, walked out and saluted, "I have met you, sir."

At this time, a little head poked out from behind the door. It was a little girl of seven or eight years old. When Xia Yuan met her eyes, Xia Yuan smiled kindly at her, and the little girl shrank her little head timidly.

Went back.

Looking back, Xia Yuan asked: "Is this your daughter?"

"Yes, I am eight years old this year. I am just timid and afraid of meeting strangers, but I make adults laugh."

"This is nothing to laugh at. I also have a timid girl in my family."

The woman looked at Xia Yuan's extremely young face and couldn't help but ask: "Your Excellency, you have a daughter now?"

"Oh, right."

Xia Yuan was too embarrassed to say that she was his wife, so he responded vaguely. As soon as he put his hand into his sleeve, the little girl poked her head out again, "Mom, are the buns ready? I'm hungry."

When the woman heard this, she turned to Xia Yuan with some embarrassment and said, "Sir, wait a moment, I'll go in and take a look."

As he spoke, he bowed his head apologetically, and then entered the small black wooden door.

Xia Yuan stood outside and took a look. It turned out that there was a stove inside the wooden door. It was just dark now and there was still some light outside, but the stove was dark inside, with only the firewood shining in the stove.

The woman opened the steamer lid on the stove, and a large sheet of white hot steam steamed throughout the stove. There were more than a dozen black steamed buns in the steamer.

The little girl standing by the stove's eyes lit up, she twitched her nose vigorously, opened her mouth and said happily: "Mom, there are so many steamed buns."

The woman wiped the steam on her forehead with her hand, reached out and touched the black steamed buns in the steamer, then retracted her hand when it was too hot, then touched it again, and finally picked up one despite being burned, and moved it back and forth in the palm of her hand.

After it cooled down, he broke it into two halves and handed one half to his daughter, "Quier, you can eat this half today and save the rest for later."

The little girl swallowed, stretched out her little hand to take the steamed bun, took a small bite and sipped it in her mouth, then nodded sensibly.

"Is this what you're going to eat?"

The woman turned her head and realized that the adult had walked in at some point. Xia Yuan did not look at her, but just stared at the cage of steamed buns. The black steamed buns should be steamed with sorghum noodles.

The food in the Ming Dynasty was naturally divided into grades. Rice and white flour were both refined grains and were expensive, while this kind of sorghum flour was relatively cheap.

In his previous life, he heard from an elder in his family that eating this kind of sorghum or steamed peach and millet buns would cause gastric bloating and constipation.

"How much grain and rice are left at home? Is this all left?"

After hearing these questions, the woman seemed a little at a loss, but her expression could not be seen clearly in the dark kitchen, and she just gave a soft hum.

"My husband-in-law's salary has not been paid for several months. After paying the monthly rent for this yard, my family really has no money left to buy grain and rice, so we can only do this."

Talking about the current predicament, the woman took out a black steamed bun from the basket and said, "Sir, there is nothing to entertain at home. If you don't mind, please use it."

Xia Yuan did not take the steamed bun, but took out the twenty-tael silver ingot from his sleeve, "Take this silver and go to the street tomorrow to buy some rice and meat, pull out some pieces of cloth, and save the rest for use."

Looking at the silver ingot, the woman became even more at a loss, waving her hands repeatedly, "Sir, I can't have this."

Xia Yuan didn't answer and put the silver ingot on the stove. Then he said: "It's the Chinese New Year. I'll give your daughter some pieces of cloth to make some new clothes and some good food, not to mention this sorghum noodles."

Don’t eat too much steamed buns, as it’s not good for your stomach.”

Speaking of this, Xia Yuan smiled and looked at the woman with his bright eyes, "Besides, this silver was not given by me, but the salary owed by the court. It has been delayed for several months. Although your husband-in-law made a fuss, it is not a matter of concern."

He was in prison, but the emperor also knew about it, so he appropriated some silver from his internal funds and paid this arrears. This is what you deserve, take it."

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After listening to these words quietly, the woman was silent for a while, and then she said softly: "Thank you, sir."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan knew that she did not believe this statement, but she really needed the money, so he said tacitly: "It is the emperor who you should thank. What should you thank me for?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Okay, I'll leave first. There's no need to worry about your husband. Although you'll have to endure some hardships, your life is not in danger."

After saying these words, Xia Yuan turned around and walked out of the dim kitchen. After walking a few steps, he heard a thumping sound behind him. He paused briefly, without looking back, and continued walking forward.

After pushing open the firewood door and walking out of the small courtyard, before getting on the carriage, he suddenly asked the coachman who also served as an escort: "Old Wang, do you think it is good to be an official?"

Lao Wang's surname was not Wang, but Shi. Shi Dashan, who was brought back from Puzhou, lost all his wife, children, and children in Puzhou, leaving him with nothing, so he followed Xia Yuan back to the capital.

All the maids of the Xia Mansion lived in the same small courtyard. Next to the courtyard wall lived Shi Dashan. Xia Yuan called him Lao Wang.

Shi Dashan didn't know what the meaning of Lao Wang was. In Xia Yuan's mouth, it was called a new name and a new life.

He thought it made sense, but now that he heard this question, he was startled for a moment, and then shook his head with a loyal face, "I don't know, I think it would be good to serve as a guard for the young master."

"Well said, I'll give you a big red envelope on New Year's Eve."

After saying this, Xia Yuan opened the door and got into the carriage. After the sound of a whip, the carriage moved slowly. He opened the curtain of the window and took a look outside, at the small courtyard and Huang Pupu.

earth house.

Looking back, Xia Yuan picked up the brochure again. He wanted to go there one by one in person, but so many people were really busy and they were caught up in the New Year.

"Old Wang, divert to the eastern suburbs."
Chapter completed!