Qin Liang has spent two winters in Lujiang County, and it has snowed for two consecutive years.
It didn't take long for New Year's Eve to come, and everyone was busy according to customs. Some customs even lasted for two thousand years. Even though the world has completely changed in later generations, it still hasn't changed. People will do specific things on that day.
Women will clean the kitchen, give gifts to relatives and friends, gather together to drink, and watch the New Year's Eve.
Qin Liang could not drink alcohol, but as usual, he gave generous gifts to his brother, sister-in-law, officials, military generals and others. I still remember that when he was in Luoyang, to give gifts, he had to borrow money from his father-in-law. But now Qin Liang's property is relatively abundant, mainly
The salt profits from the palace have been accumulated for several years.
Sure enough, Qin Liang's prediction was good. The real rich were the noble families. Even if the profits from refined salt were divided a few times, it would only be a small portion in Qin Liang's hands, but it would still be rich, mainly in the form of silk fabrics and gold. One from Lujiang County
The county's tax revenue, excluding the field tax in the form of grain and linen, the remaining financial taxes are not as good as the money allocated to Qin Liang by the palace.
And Qin Liang was still the Tinghou of three hundred households in the city, plus the salary of the county governor of two thousand dan, and the salary of a fifth-rank general. This was a personal income, which was not low.
At night, people will light up lights in every house and stay up all night. People's feelings about celebrations are to make themselves very tired and consume all their energy. It seems that only in this way can they have fun.
Qin Liang also came to the west courtyard behind the inner house, and together with Wang Xuanji Moye, the three of them sat around the stove chatting and watching the New Year. Qin Liang was still wearing sackcloth, but there were only less than ten days left in March.
The water on the stove boiled and white steam filled the air. Xuan Ji stopped Mo Xie and made tea by herself. Mo Xie had to kneel down again and whispered to Qin Liang: "Thank you so much for the silk you sent me. There are several colors."
, I have never received such a generous gift on New Year’s Eve.”
Qin Liang smiled and said, "Did I forget you when I gave you gifts last year?"
Moye hurriedly changed his words: "I have never received silk from others."
Although she is a maid, she hardly goes out, so she has thin skin and tender flesh. She has slender bones and is very young. Although her figure is a bit thin, she actually looks good. If she takes Mo Xie to the countryside, she will have a fair and handsome image.
, I guess it’s very eye-catching.
But girls are really afraid of comparisons. With Xuan Ji beside him, Mo Xie seemed to have lost his luster and looked a bit ordinary.
Even though Xuan Ji was not wearing pink and white and was wearing an unadorned white linen dress, her gorgeous oval face with rounded lines and her vaguely beautiful figure under the wide linen clothes were still very attractive. Xuan Ji's double auspicious phoenix eyes revealed a smile, which made her even more attractive.
It is like a lingering affection, making people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.
The girls all seem to be the same, and have all the places they should be. But they seem to be completely different, just like the tea soup made by everyone, the taste is different.
For example, Dong, the wife of Wang Kang's family, likes to put ginger, and Lingjun likes to put honey. Xuanji is even more special, she often puts some salt.
Not much salt is added, and you can’t even taste the salty taste if you don’t pay attention, but it makes the tea soup taste completely different. Qin Liang couldn’t help but think of the taste of another soup she had. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but it seems like there is some salt in the drinking water.
, it can indeed replenish water quickly, which is very suitable for Xuanji.
Xuan Ji poured a bowl of tea soup first, then knelt down and held it on the chopping board in front of Qin Liang with both hands. Qin Liang also stretched out his hand to hold the tea bowl. He didn't say a word, but expressed his gratitude with his movements. Their fingers touched lightly,
Xuan Ji raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes very bright. The two were already quite familiar with each other, and they had seen each other often recently, but they had not been close for two or three months, and when they had slight physical contact, their eyes became a little subtle.
When Qin Liang looked at her face, the delicate snow-white skin reflected a little red light from the fire, as if she was a little shy.
Xuan Ji was busy for a while, but she picked up the previous gossip and said: "The dark blue clothes I sewed for Zhong Ming will be suitable for wearing when Zhong Ming takes off his mourning clothes. But I don't know if it will fit."
"I tried it on, and it fits very well." Qin Liang nodded. I don't know how familiar Xuan Ji is with his body, how could it not fit?
The three of them drank the strange tea soup with a hint of salty taste and continued to talk wordlessly.
Moye seems to have always had a lot of naps. When she was asked to guard the gatehouse in the middle of the night at the Wang family's mansion, she would often doze off while sitting down. Tonight, Moye stayed up for New Year's Eve, the same thing happened. Just after midnight, she started to doze off with her body tilted.
, and stopped talking.
Qin Liang said to Xuan Ji: "Let's go see the night view. The scenery tonight is probably different."
Xuanji asked: "Where are you going?"
Qin Liang pointed outside the door, "The watchtower next to it should be the tallest building in Lu'an City."
So the two of them took an exquisite celadon oil lamp made in Wu and walked to the watchtower. Opening the door below, there was a hall. Only Moye and a maid came in and out of this courtyard. It was unlikely that it could be cleaned normally, and there was a smell of dust inside.
taste.
Walking up, after passing the second floor, the space becomes very narrow, just like the tower of a Buddhist temple. When we reach the high point of the observation point, there is only a small room, and it seems crowded for two people, so they can only stay very close.
Qin Liang placed the oil lamp on the wooden platform. As soon as he opened the window, a gust of wind came in and the light flickered twice and was blown out.
But the lights outside immediately came into view.
"Yeah!" Xuan Ji made a surprised sound.
Tonight, every household has lit up lights, and the whole city is illuminated like a galaxy in the sky, which is very eye-catching. Although Lu'an City is not big, it is really beautiful to suddenly see such a gorgeous night scene.
"Not bad? Usually there aren't so many lights." Qin Liang said.
Xuan Ji said "hmm", and her nodding movements could still be seen in the dim light. The two of them crowded near a window to enjoy the night. They were so close that Qin Liang smelled the familiar fragrance of Xuan Ji's body.
After a while, Xuan Ji discovered something and whispered: "I have endured it for more than two months, and there are only a few days left. Oh, it's a bit cold." Qin Liang said in a deep voice: "As long as the heart is there, there is no need.
Strictly following etiquette is nothing more than a formality."
Xuanji's breathing also gradually changed, and her attitude began to waver, "Is that so?"
Qin Liang said kindly: "Many people have no taboos even when their parents die. Our thoughts are already enough to express our grief."
Xuan Ji's voice broke and continued, "What you said seems to make sense." She was a little worried, "But at such a high place, can everyone in the entire mansion hear it?"
Qin Liang said: "I'll be slower, there happens to be a cloth bag here." He took out a cloth bag from his sleeve pocket and crumpled it into a ball.
Xuan Ji then reached out and closed the window. Two people wearing linen mourning clothes stood here, facing the closed window together. It was indeed a bit strange, but fortunately the lights had been extinguished. The light in the narrow space was dim, and the scene was only hazy.
contour.
After a long time, Qin Liang somehow remembered a small incident in Qinchuan. It was when he and Yang Wei and Xiong Shou left the Taoist's hut and returned to Guanzhong on the road, Xiong Shou was cleaning a water bag next to a tree trunk.
Every time after not being near a woman for many days, he would always think of that incident. The human mind is indeed very strange. It can remember some small details that are almost meaningless for a long time.
Xuanji's hand, which was holding the wall hard, suddenly pressed on the wooden window. With a "squeak" sound, she accidentally opened the window again and opened it in front of their faces. The gorgeous night scene with lights outside suddenly came into view again. eye!
Although there was almost no sound around, the splendor of the night scene seemed to turn into a noisy sound, buzzing into the ears. The mood of the festival seemed to have reached a height that made people extremely emotional until this moment. Qin Liang tensed up and stared at the lights everywhere. He really wanted to shout, "It's Chinese New Year!"