Guoguo and her younger brother were curious when they saw that a family's carriage entering the city was stopped by a group of people dressed in black. Guoguo had gone to school and recognized the white words on their red armbands, "urban management".
"Fellow fellow, when animals enter the city, they must install temporary supports and horse manure bags on their buttocks. Otherwise, you will be fined for peeing all over the floor. After loading, go over there first and let the animals pee. Then enter the city. Leave the city.
Just unload it and hand it over to the city management there."
Guoguo's father smiled and said: "Dad, look, no wonder this new city is so clean. It turns out it's all the master's rules. Otherwise, no matter how many people come to clean it up, they won't be able to clean it up."
"Yes, I have lived for more than fifty years, and I have never seen such a clean street. And there are these street lights, which illuminate the street at night as well as during the day. Gee, it's really strange." Guo Guo said.
Grandpa said.
"Grandpa, I'm thirsty." Guoguo's brother shouted.
At this time, there was a small pushcart stall on the roadside. Looking at the hanging curtain, there were four big characters written on it, "Xiaodiaoliang Soup". This kind of small pushcart is more than two meters long and one meter wide, with a
There are two honeycomb coal stoves with rock sugar and snow pears stewed on them.
The sticky rice cooked with snow pear and white fungus, with dots of red wolfberry floating in the air, makes people appetite just looking at it.
The old man knew at a glance that his granddaughter and grandson were greedy. He and his wife chose to live with the eldest family because they cared about these two little guys.
"Haha, you two little naughty guys, you want to drink pear soup," the old man said.
Guoguo and her brother were both a little embarrassed. It was Guoguo who encouraged her brother to shout when she saw Litang just now.
"Old man, our pear soup is an ancestral craft. It uses the finest rock sugar snow pears and Anhui Tremella. If you drink it, I hope you won't blush, be out of breath, and feel full of energy." Selling pear soup
The hawker greeted me hard.
"Okay, how much does it cost for a bowl?"
"Old man, it only costs two big bucks for a bowl. It's definitely good quality and cheap."
Grandpa Guoguo can look at horses and treat them, and he enjoys the salary of two taels of silver a month from the racecourse. It’s the Chinese New Year, and he is not short of money, and he is willing to buy a bowl of sweet pear soup for his children.
"Okay, a big bowl for each person." The old man happily took out twelve big coins from his arms and slapped them on the car. "By the way, let me ask you about it. I said that starting from today, I will organize thirty
There are many operas, starting tonight and going until fifteen. This is where you can watch the opera."
"Then you can ask. A quarter of an hour's walk south from here, there is a stage where Henan opera is sung. If you want to hear the latest Peking opera, you have to go to the square at the Yamen Gate, where there is Peking opera. If you go
Under the Drum Tower, there is Qin Opera singing. There are acrobatics in Xincheng Park. There are stages set up at basically every large intersection."
Grandma Guoguo loves to listen to the opera the most, but unfortunately she lives in a poor family and stays with a passing opera troupe. She can sing, so she doesn't get the chance.
"Old man, there are so many. Which one do you think we should listen to?"
"The autumn harvest is here, and the racecourse is on spring break. We have plenty of time. We come to listen to the opera every day, and we can listen to whatever we want." The old man said boldly.
Unlike the endless flow of people outside, the Yang Mansion is very quiet. A servant from the general banner at the gate, with his hand on the hilt of his knife, is on duty with a clear look, and there is a desolate atmosphere around him. This street belongs to the Yang Mansion.
, the south of the road is the back wall of the Yamen. There are basically no people here.
At the intersections and east-west alleys on both sides, there are servants patrolling with Ao dogs.
In the back house, in the master bedroom of the Yang Mansion, Yang Fan and his wife were already preparing to sleep.
Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru washed Yang Fan every day and smelled it with satisfaction before drying him and letting him go to bed. Yang Fan was helpless when being manipulated, but they both had mysophobia. He could only
I can bear it.
Yang Fan put his ear on the girl's white and smooth belly and listened to the sounds inside. Lin Yueru was amused and giggled.
"Master, what did you hear?" Lin Yueru said with a smile.
"I heard that my son kicked his legs." Yang Fan said seriously.
The little girl rolled her eyes, it's only been more than two months, how is this possible?
After a while, Yang Fan put his ear on Lin Yueru's belly and continued listening, enjoying it endlessly. Lin Yueru stroked Yang Fan's hair lovingly, happily enjoying the master's tenderness.
She had been feeling a little uneasy in the past two days, but Wen had already sent a letter to her, detailing Yang Fan's pursuit of Mao Wenlong's smuggling. He knew that the master hated traitors the most, so he was a little uneasy. He was afraid that Yang Fan would hurt her when he returned home.
Xiao Niangpi saw that she was worried. When she was sleeping, Xiao Niangpi hugged her slender waist and asked her what was wrong. Lin Yueru did not hide anything this time and told Tu Shanyue about the matter directly.
Xiao Niangpi was a little amused after hearing this, and pointed her forehead with her finger and said: "You and the master are separated from each other, and you are always afraid that the master will abandon you after using you. It is well deserved to be worried now. I have paid everything earlier, and I can live a life with less worry.
Is it not good."
Lin Yueru said: "I'm not like you. I have nothing. If the master betrays me, I won't even have a way out."
"Hello Hutu, to this day I don't know what kind of person the master is. He is different from all the men in the Ming Dynasty. He will never let his woman suffer any injustice. Since he married you, he will be with you for the rest of his life.
I won’t let you down. You really are like no one else in the world."
Sure enough, Tu Shanyue understood the master. When the master came back, he didn't mention a word. Lin Yueru was moved. Since the master married her, he took care of her affairs. Now, the eunuch party is still very powerful, and Dong
Lin is fighting fiercely.
Although the master didn't ask anything, she understood that in the future, if she had any trouble, the master would solve it secretly and would never let her get hurt at all.
It was late at night, and Yang Fan was still a little unable to sleep while holding Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru in his arms. They rested on Yang Fan's shoulders, nestled on either side of Yang Fan, and slept soundly. That girl Mei Xiang was even more heartless, sleeping next to him.
It has to be the same as the little pig.
Yang Fan stroked their smooth backs, feeling sorry for the imperial court and unwilling to go to Mongolia at all.
On a cold day, doesn't he feel good when held in such a warm and fragrant nephrite hand? The quilt is warm and my wife smells good. Who wants to go to war?
However, it is impossible not to go. The countdown to the collapse of the Ming Dynasty has entered. Now is not the time to enjoy it. The world is boiling, the people are hanging upside down, crying for food, and 20 million people are weighing heavily on Yang Fan's heart.
You must cheer up. It is really a gentle village that is the Tomb of Heroes. I used to laugh at Zhang Xiaoliuzi, the boundless gambling table in Dongsan Province, and the six-foot battlefield in Zhao Si's bed.
Now I suddenly understand a little bit. The vixens are all weird, whoever sees them loves them. I really don’t blame King Zhou.
This time, it was a God-given opportunity to defeat the Mongols, and Yang Fan would definitely seize it. As long as the Mongols were eliminated, Jianu would have one of his arms cut off.
Only when both arms are complete can slave-building be successful.
With the construction of the Vladivostok colony, the rope Yang Fan placed on Jiannu's head began to tighten. Once Yang Fan captured the Saurons and cut off Jiannu's other arm, they would have nothing to fear.
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