Chapter 83 Returning to the Hometown to worship the ancestors
The next day.
The county government has officially entered the holiday period. There are four days in total, from the eve of Qingming Festival to two days after Qingming Festival.
But when Lu Fang was still ugly, he got up from the bed and followed Zhu'er to the wine cellar.
Look at this girl, she is also full of energy.
On the way, he said to Zhu'er: "Zhu'er, today I am going back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Master has to stay with my brother to investigate the case of He Zhengci. Do you want to accompany me back?"
Zhu'er pursed her lips and chuckled, "Master, are you worried about meeting assassins again?"
Lu Fang said: "There shouldn't be any assassins. I'm just afraid of encountering some little thieves on the road. As you know, I'm a three-fisted and two-footed person, so surprise can have some effect. If I'm serious about fighting someone, I'll just do it."
No more."
Zhu'er raised her pretty brows slightly and said, "You can go back with the young master, but I have to go back and inform my parents."
"Um."
Lu Fang nodded vigorously.
Go to the wine cellar and talk to Lao Xiao about it again.
Lao Xiao waved his hands impatiently, "You don't need to talk about this matter, just go back and worship your ancestors in peace. With me here, nothing will happen to your brother."
Only in those eyes that looked old and dim without revealing their sparkle, there was a faint look of relief flowing through them.
How could this little bastard ever think about others like this before?
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Zhu'er left the wine cellar early and went back to inform her parents.
By the time Lu Fang came out of the wine cellar, she had also returned.
Fu'er said: "Master, the clothes and bedding have been prepared for you. Do you want to see if there is anything else you need to bring?"
Lu Fang smiled and said, "Help me bring those imperial examination papers from previous years. I'll go wash up first, and you can go back early."
"Um."
Fu'er agreed gently, but looking at her expression, she actually looked a little reluctant to give up.
Lu Fang smiled and said nothing.
When he came out from the shower, Lao Wang, the horseman from the county government office, had already led the carriage into the yard.
The horse is a Guizhou horse, produced in the southern part of Kuizhou County, and has a yellowish color. It is medium-sized and far from strong, but it has a strong physique and good endurance. It is the most common type of horse in the Central Plains of Chongqing.
But a groom like Lao Deng is rare.
He looked like he was already in his seventies, with only dozens of white hairs left on his head, stubbornly maintaining the shape of a bird's nest. He was wearing a rough, flaxen robe, about the same color as the yellow horse. His eyes were droopy and his eyelids were swollen.
, the rosacea is big and red. If we talk about the appearance, it can only be regarded as terrible.
There is a yellow wine gourd hanging around his waist, as if he is half drunk and half awake all the time.
Lu Fang saw him resting on the wheel with thin arms and thin legs, so he didn't dare to call him.
I was afraid that if I called him, I would call him away.
Quietly, he put all the soft quilts into the carriage, patted his waist again, made sure he had the money bag, and squatted in front of Lao Deng.
Lao Deng slowly opened his eyelids, and the first thing he did was to untie the gourd from his waist and take a sip of wine.
Then he asked: "Master, can you go?"
Lu Fang could smell the pungent smell of this wine. It was probably the kind of home-brew wine sold by vendors.
This is the most crudely made wine in Ningyuan County.
He nodded and simply asked: "Do you want to rest for a while?"
He was worried that Lao Deng would bring the carriage into the ditch later.
Lao Deng shook his head and said, "It's okay. As I get older, I often fall asleep, but it's hard to fall asleep."
Then he asked Lu Fang and Zhu'er to get on the bus, and he also sat on the board in front of the car.
"drive!"
Following Lao Deng's hoarse voice, the carriage slowly drove away outside the county government office.
The wheels of the cart rubbed against the bluestone ground, making a rumbling sound.
Outside the county government office, Lu Fang asked Lao Deng to go to the fireworks shop first.
You must always do what you promise.
"Master, do you really plan to write an inscription for him? You haven't practiced calligraphy, have you?"
Before getting off the bus, Zhuer said to Lu Fang with a smile in her eyes.
Lu Fang stared straight at him, "Your young master, I am a genius. Just because I haven't practiced, it doesn't mean I can't write well."
Then he walked towards the exit of the carriage angrily.
Zhu'er found it even more funny and followed with some expectation.
When we arrived at the shop, the young shopkeeper was very enthusiastic and asked, "Mr. Lu, are you here?"
Lu Fang said: "I'm going back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. I'll stop by and write an inscription for you. Bring out the pen and ink!"
"okay!"
The young shopkeeper hurriedly took out a collection of poems and pens and ink, and helped Lu Fang polish them.
Lu Fang placed the collection of poems on the counter, picked up his pen and wrote, "I wish you great wealth and good luck. Lu Fang."
Zhu'er looked dumbfounded at the side.
Although Lu Fang's character is not too beautiful, it can still be regarded as quite elegant. What's more important is that Lu Fang's demeanor and technique when he just wrote can be said to be free and easy. This is not like someone who has never practiced calligraphy.
Is it true that the young master is a genius? A genius in every aspect?
Inadvertently, Zhu'er contributed more than 2,000 worship points to Lu Fang.
Due to the scattered admiration points brought by the poetry collection, plus the harvest meeting with Chen Youxi at Zuihua Tower, Lu Fang's admiration points finally accumulated to a value of 90,000.
This is truly hard-won.
Lu Fang endured it like a miser and did not move.
As the saying goes, if you don't have long-term worries, you will always have immediate worries. It's better to save some admiration value for emergencies.
Putting down his pen, Lu Fang received more than 2,000 admiration points as the young shopkeeper thanked him repeatedly, and left with Zhu'er.
I went to a nearby stall and bought some steamed buns, and even went into a restaurant to buy a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice for Lao Deng.
Returning to the carriage, he showed it to Old Deng and said, "Old Deng, I have prepared a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for you to drink on the way."
Lao Deng had received Lu Fang's snacks and clothes before, but he didn't show any surprise. He just nodded, "Thank you, Master."
But when I looked at Osmanthus Stuff, I didn't seem to be very interested.
Lu Fang didn't care and got into the carriage with Zhu'er again.
This time, the carriage really drove directly out of Ningyuan County.
Exit from the South City Gate and go south along the official road.
On the way, Zhu'er just sat cross-legged and meditated. Lu Fang opened the car curtain from time to time and looked out of the car.
Since traveling to this world, he has also been to Tanzhou. In the south of Ningyuan County, he has only been able to travel in the suburbs.
Although he has the memory of the unlucky guy, the green water and green mountains he sees are still new to him.
After all, this is an era without industrial pollution, and the air is so fresh.
Due to heavy rainfall recently, the loess official road was extremely muddy. Lao Deng's driving skills exceeded Lu Fang's expectations. He drove the carriage very smoothly.
By almost noon, we were already in a place that could be described as a wilderness.
Although it is located above the official road, the surrounding area is really remote and not even a village can be seen.
Fortunately, there is a government post station, and there is a small wine shop next to the post station. It is covered with thatch and is very simple. There are a few carriages tied outside.
Lao Deng reined in his horse here and said to the car: "Master, would you like to eat first?"
These days, the inns, wine shops, and teahouses on the official roads are just like the expressway service areas of the 21st century. You have to walk a long way to see one. If you miss one, you will basically go hungry.
Lu Fang had no objection.
Get off the bus with Zhu'er,
Went into a wine shop and ordered five pounds of mutton.
Old Deng took out two copper coins from his pocket and poured a bottle of wine.
It seems that he still likes this kind of coarse grain wine.
Lu Fang didn't say anything.
I just looked at the restaurant and saw a few other tables of diners scattered around. They were all so busy that they were probably rushing home.
Everyone ate in silence.
While eating, it suddenly started raining again outside.
Lu Fang put down his chopsticks and chanted with the intention of accumulating admiration points: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying."
I didn’t read it all, but it was very effective.
Immediately, the diners around him looked at him blankly.
There was a well-dressed old man with a look of surprise in his eyes, and he cupped his hands to Lu Fang and said, "May I ask, little brother, where does this poem come from?"
Lu Fang chuckled and said, "It's just that Xiao Ke occasionally felt something and did whatever he wanted."
The old man's shock suddenly became more intense.
"Did you compose this poem?"
Then he said: "It's amazing, it's amazing! Although this poem only has half a sentence, it has become a masterpiece. I wonder if there is another half sentence?"
"The worship value from Yu Yuanwei is 666!"
Lu Fang was slightly startled when he received the system prompt.