One hundred and twentieth nine chapters big flower
There were many bright red lanterns hung up, and the young men and tenants of Qingshan Village exchanged cups with each other happily. The younger ones had their mouths full of oil... Meat was really a rare thing in this era.
Because there is so little food required to raise animals, except for grazing cattle and sheep, there are really not many places for grazing in agricultural areas. The food... is not enough for people to eat, and they have to make wine for the rich to drink.
How can there be so much to squander when it comes to feasting and having fun?
Song Wen briefly said a few words of encouragement, toasted several tables of craftsmen and tenants, and then left the banquet on the pretext of going to the kitchen to see the hot soup.
Li Yan looked at Chun Niang next to her and sighed... "This bastard, I'm afraid he misses Green Slave and Lin Chong'an Daoquan."
Chun Niang took a sip of warm rice wine and nodded, and said with a hint of distress: "Brother Wen will only turn eighteen this year after all. He is still a young man, but he has to worry about so many people in a large village...
When I was in Bianliang, I watched him sultry and scheming with those powerful people all day long. Although he was kicked out of Bianliang this time, I felt it was good... Young people should be with young people all day long.
You don't have to taint your own heart by fighting with those evil-hearted officials."
Song Wen stood in front of the big pot and looked at the water that was about to boil. Then he slowly added a little boiled scallion oil and a few vegetables into it. Then he broke up dozens of eggs and stirred them gently.
Go in...
Stirring slowly with a large wooden spoon, the egg liquid that entered the water quickly solidified into egg droplets flying up and down. A large pot of thinly sliced cooked beef was also poured in and stirred, and vinegar and sesame sesame oil were added... Finally, Song Song was added
Wen uses the coarse starch produced by pounding rice paste and drying it himself.
A large pot of crystal clear and slightly viscous refreshing beef and egg sober soup is ready...
"elder brother!"
Song Wen was startled when he heard this, and when he turned around he saw that it was Lin Chong whom he had not seen for a long time! There were two other people standing behind Lin Chong, one was Wang Jin's daughter and Lin Chong's childhood sweetheart Wang Yueniang, and the other was the woman who left the money and took her mother to shame.
Mr. Sun Mou, the accountant, left.
Lin Chong cupped his fists and said: "Brother, Lin Chong came back late... Master Wang Jin left the Forbidden Army years ago and went to the Western Army to join Mr. Lao Zhongjinglue. After I invited Mr. Sun and my aunt, I went back to Bianliang.
I have been delayed for two days to meet Yueniang, please forgive me, brother!"
Song Wen laughed happily, walked over, picked up Lin Chong and patted his shoulder. Yueniang hurriedly bowed and saluted... "Yue Niang has met Brother Song!"
"Quickly go to the courtyard. Li Yan, Chun Niang and seven girls, An Chun, are still drinking there. The young people should go and get together."
Yueniang followed Lin Chong and met almost all of these people in Bianliang. When she came to this cottage, Yueniang was not pretentious. She nodded and went to eat with Xiao Fuzi.
Sun Mou hadn't seen him for several months, but he actually looked much older! He was so ashamed that his face turned red and he didn't dare to raise his head...
"The sinner...the sinner Sun Mou visited the proprietor. Sun Mou did such a despicable thing and handed over all the proprietor's account books to outsiders...the proprietor ignored the past grudges...and was actually willing to accept Sun Mou. Mou...Mou Zhen
You have no face to face the proprietor!"
The more Sun Mou talked, the more ashamed he became. Finally, he fell to his knees and wiped his tears...
Song Wen quickly helped Sun Mou up, and while patting away the dust on Sun Mou's shabby robe, he said: "Sir, don't say that, it was Song who didn't think well enough to protect the safety of the old lady of the Sun family! If it weren't for Aunt Sun,
Being coerced, I believe Mr. Sun would never do such a thing! As a son of a human being, filial piety comes first... Mr. Song felt that it was only natural for him to do this! What's more, Mr. Sun refused to win over Zixuanlou.
He left Bianliang without even taking any money and left me a letter. If it hadn’t been for that letter from my husband...I would have returned to Wazi Street in Bianliang without knowing it, and it would have been extremely difficult for me to escape."
Sun Mou was still ashamed and sighed repeatedly... Song Wen pointed to several tile-roofed houses next to the courtyard: "Qingshan Village is still small after all, so you don't have to dislike it. I took it upon myself to leave two houses for him and his aunt to live in.
I will keep the money for my husband! After the Chinese New Year, my fiancée from my hometown will go to give a betrothal gift to get married..."
Sun Mou lowered his head and waved his hand: "Don't mention it, don't mention it... That family disliked me for not bringing... the gold and silver back from Bianliang, and canceled the marriage. The proprietor paid... back regardless of the previous grudges.
Are you willing to take in a sinner like me... It’s hard for Mou to repay the consequences of his life for his boss!”
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "Song Wen, who is born in the market, what he lacks the most is scholars who can read and write and can do accounting. From now on, my business accounts between Qingshan Village and the outside world will all depend on my husband! Also, I communicated with my husband at the beginning.
I haven’t had time to apply the new accounting method in Bianliang properly. My two apprentices are also in Qingshan Village now. I’ll have to trouble you to teach these two little guys well in the future.”
"It is our duty... our duty... our duty, sir, just let go... don't worry!"
Sun Mou changed his name to Lang Jun, which in this era is equivalent to recognizing Song Wen as his master! This is the greatest loyalty of this down-and-out scholar to Song Wen, and Song Wen is naturally very happy about this.
At the main table, Song Wen took Sun Mou to his seat. Next to him were Li Yan, Lin Chong, Xiao Fuzi An Chun and Chun Niang. Song Wen felt a lot warmer in his heart. He picked up a bowl of Huo Shaochun and said:
"It has been a year of busy work and chaos. The lively scene in Qingshan Village today is all the result of the concerted efforts of all of us! Although I, Song Wen, have studied with my mentor, I still think that I am a businessman who is unwilling to suffer.
He's just a mortal! Everyone, work together, let's fight him with our own hands in this world and achieve success and fame! Do it..."
Picking up a bowl of fire to burn spring, Song Wen drank it all in one gulp!
Almost everyone was keenly aware that there was no word of meritorious service in Song Wen's words... Did this mean that Brother Wen had given up on the court? But now Song Wen basically has an official in the township military capital of Taoshan County.
If I can make further contributions in Taoshan County, I'm afraid it won't be difficult to serve as a county patrol officer.
Li Yan sighed...Bianliang, although Song Wen said that he acted with more scheming methods, he never did anything illegal! He also spread money to help so many beggars, prostitutes, old, weak, sick and disabled, even those who encountered difficulties
Many heroes in the world have received his help. In the end, they still ended up fleeing Bianliang in embarrassment. How could you not feel resentful towards the court and those powerful people?
Song Wen even secretly gave money and food to the orphans of the Jianghu people every month through the Imperial Boxing Gym in the capital. This lasted until Song Wen was driven out of Bianliang by the Kaifeng Mansion... Li Yan knew that in the past year, including Song Wen,
Wen and Lin Chong led more than a dozen teenagers to follow Zhou Tong, the old knight, to exterminate Ling'erhui in a bloody battle. In addition, they helped and cared for the heroes of the Jianghu without asking for fame... I am afraid that the heroes of the Jianghu near Bianliang are now trying to frame Song Wen.
Zixuanlou and Liang Shicheng, Gao Qiu and others who had added insult to injury and just sat back and ignored Song Wen and allowed him to escape were already filled with hatred.
On New Year's Eve, while the banquet was in full swing, Old Ghost Wang led a group of children to the open space south of the grain drying field and set off fireworks. Four large bamboo tube flowers were spraying sparks and fireworks, which made Qingshan Village full of excitement.
Everyone was stunned, and the little kids were so happy and excited that they almost fainted!
Among the crowd cheering, only Song Wen looked helpless and contemptuous... Old man, good gunpowder can only amplify the flowers! Is it so difficult for you to make a bomb? This chapter has been completed!