, The fastest update is to travel through ancient times: the shrewd woman is in charge of the family    !

When I passed through Caishi Street, Tian Yuanyuan saw Tian Youliang quarreling with people with a red face, and a few dead pheasants were lying at his feet, with mud stained on his gorgeous long feathers.

Meng Ji saw Tian Yuanyuan staring at the dead chicken and whispered: "His chicken has been dead for a long time and is no longer edible."

The pastoral garden just watches the lively fields with food, so it won’t buy his pheasant: “Let’s go, it’s not too late.”

"Yes." Meng Ji looked at the pheasants on the ground more.

When I passed by the snack shop, I bought some chestnut cakes and red date cakes in Tianyuanyuan.

Meng Ji knew that Tian Yuanyuan bought it for him, his eyes were bright and he pursed his lips slightly.

Like a big dog waiting for bones...

Tian Yuanyuan calmly handed him the snacks and resisted the desire to touch his hair.

It was not until I saw the stall selling Spring Festival couplets that Tian Yuanyuan remembered that the most important thing had not been done!

The person selling Spring Festival couplets is a scholar wearing a long gown. He has a white face and a clear gaze. He smiles before he speaks.

Tian Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him. Why did this man look so familiar?

The stall owner stood up and greeted: "Brother, buy peach talismans!"

In ancient my country, Spring Festival couplets were called peach talismans. In the early days, people carved Shentu Yulei on peach wood and hung them on the door to ward off evil spirits. Later, they used paper and gradually developed into Spring Festival couplets from later generations.

"Yes, I don't know how to sell it?" Tian Yuanyuan walked to the stall and looked down at the unfolding peach charm.

I saw the bright red paper with vigorous handwriting and silver hooks painted on iron, and the characters were written very well.

"If you only need five big money to write, you will need seven big money if you want to write it on the spot."

She picked up a curtain and read, "The festival is Changchun." She picked up the following picture: "New Year is a celebration." She flipped through a few more pictures and finally chose a pair: "A hundred blessings come with the new festival, and thousands of auspiciousness come from early spring."

At this time, there was no such thing as a horizontal message, she took two more door god paintings. In modern times, the door gods were Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, but the door god at this time was Shen Tu Yulei.

After paying the money, the stall owner also gave her a picture of the Kitchen God. He tied the Spring Festival couplets and the door scroll with wheat straw and handed it to her.

After buying Spring Festival couplets, all the things are considered to be considered as buying.

Walking on the way home, Meng Ji asked Tian Yuanyuan: "You can tell the words?"

Tian Yuanyuan didn't say anything. She forgot that she was a mountain village girl at this time, and how could a mountain village girl know how to read?

In this society, people who can read and read are rare. Whether it is paper, pen and Master's slander, they are not affordable by ordinary people.

She looked up at Meng Ji: "It's my grandfather. He had been studying for several years and taught a few words when I was a child. In previous years, he was like a young man who sold peach talismans, and he set up a stall to sell peach talismans. Peach talismans only wrote those few sentences, so I recognized them. However, I don't recognize many words. Don't laugh at me!"

Meng Ji said: "I was surprised today. It's already amazing that you can recognize a few words, so how could I laugh at you!"

Tian Yuanyuan remembered that he should be able to read: "You must be able to read, otherwise how about we set up a stall to sell peach talismans?"

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. If I take out my hand, I'm going to make you laugh."

Meng Ji looked at his thick big hand and even a few dozen pounds of slashing sabers, he could lift heavy weights and play with savages, but only a few taels of pen can't control the word "Zhou Zheng" and his uncle was so angry that he broke several precious purple-haired pens.

His uncle was able to get on the horse and play with a big knife, and he drew the spring flowers with his pen. However, his nephew who was raised with one hand was unsightly!

Thinking of my uncle, I wonder how he is in his health recently?

"Hey! Hey! Go home?"

Seeing him talking, Tian Yuanyuan looked dull and became dazed. Seeing that it was getting dark, he patted his shoulder: "Go back and be dazed again! It's dark!"

When I got home, it was already dark.

I rolled some noodles in Tianyuanyuan and ate them, and put some meat slices and cabbage in them.

Meng Ji applied some paste on the back of the Kitchen God painting and pasted it under the window.

"The noodles are ready, eat them while they are hot!" The noodles were out of the pot, and Tian Yuanyuan served a bowl for each of them.

The two of them ate a bowl of hot noodles in a hot mood, instantly driving away the cold air from their bodies.

Meng Ji threw the chicken into the small thatched hut and waited for it to be killed tomorrow. Tian Yuanyuan washed the pork and smeared it with salt, and then let Meng Ji hang it next to the window, and other goods were also placed in different categories.

After sorting out the New Year's goods, they boiled some hot water in the pastoral garden, and the two of them washed up and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Meng Ji heard the cry of chickens coming from the small thatched hut. He lifted up the quilt and got out of bed without even wearing a cotton robe.

It was so fragrant that I slept in a quilt in the pastoral garden.

Two chickens were chucking in the small thatched hut, their wings were still flapping. There were signs of animals crawling under the tattered wooden door. Obviously something was hunching in.

He pushed open the door and two bright green lights lit up in the darkness, which at first glance looked like ghost fire. If it were the others who would have been horrified, they would have been scattered, but at this time it was Meng Ji here.

He kicked his feet and jumped forward to approach the object. When the object came to his senses and wanted to escape, it was too late. Meng Ji took action like lightning, and his two fingers directly grabbed the object's neck. His hands used light force and suddenly a crisp sound of bone breaking came.

"What's wrong?" Tian Yuanyuan walked over with an oil lamp. She vaguely heard the rooster cries. When she woke up, she saw that Meng Ji was not on the bed, so she came out to take a look.

Meng Ji brought the animal in his hand to her, and he wanted to scare her with a bad intention.

But things went against my wishes. Tianyuanyuan just lifted the oil lamp, and the faint orange illuminated the dead animal, a weasel with snow-white fur on its head.

She also stretched out her fingers to touch its fur, which was slippery, soft and furry, and looked very thick.

"Aren't you afraid?" Meng Ji shook the weasel.

"What's there to be afraid of when you're dead!" Tian Yuanyuan looked up at him: "It's just too small to not even make a scarf."

"If you catch a few more, it would be more than enough to make a fur cloak."

"Ah? One is so big, so you can't make for forty or fifty cloaks! No, it's so evil!"

After hearing Tian Yuanyuan's words, Meng Ji somehow remembered the fox fur fur on Princess Jin Meng's body at the palace banquet last year. She was snow-white all over and there was not even a single hair... At that time, my uncle's eyes were as frosty as ice, and even his smile was a little cold.

But at that time, I was blinded by the princesses who were as beautiful as jade and dressed in beautiful clouds. I looked at them blankly, only remembering the uncle's sneer: "Red Pink Skeleton..."

At this time, after hearing the words of Tian Yuanyuan, I suddenly realized what kind of bloody wind is behind those gorgeous and expensive fox furs! A fox buckle will require dozens of foxes, and those three and four... Everyone in the huge capital is proud of wearing fox furs, and how many fox corpses are covered with skin, cramps and exposed to the wilderness?!
Chapter completed!