Jinghong Building

Chapter 337 Kitchen

Junhe no longer had the arrogance he was when talking to Bitao. He sat down with a hunched over and leaned against the rockery. It was covered with dust, but it was his only corner.

Junhe took out a book from the gap between two Taihu stones.

Red candle resentment.

The pages of the book were covered with black finger marks, and Junhe added a few more new ones on it. He used a half-burned branch to write a string of strange characters on the paper.

He found a kite from the cave in the rockery. The kite was very simple, it was to paste a layer of paper on the shaped skeleton of the field, and a long streamer under it.

The emperor used to be a vassal in Qingzhou, and the people of Qingzhou liked to fly kites.

When the emperor was in Qingzhou, he followed the customs of the countryside and occasionally flew kites. The royal palace also collected several treasures of famous craftsmen.

When they arrived in Jinling, the empresses were lonely in the deep palace, and the emperor advocated frugality, not listening to operas, not singing and dancing, and not going out for a walk.

Apart from playing small cards, the empresses can only play kites.

The empress and four concubines from Qingzhou Qiandi often float kites, and other concubines and even the palace maids and eunuchs followed suit. The emperor occasionally saw kites floating in the air and would like to praise them, so the kites became the palace. The most popular activities are free of charge, no matter how high or low it is.

Junhe's kites are the ugliest and they don't fly very high. Junhe likes to go to places where no one is, because no one will laugh at him there.

Junhe took the half-burned branch, copied the characters written on the paper on the ribbon of the kite, and then rubbed the paper and stuffed it into his mouth to eat.

Junhe came to the place where he often flocked kites. An **** saw the ugly kites he was holding in his hand and said with a smile: "Junhe, give me ten cents, and I'll make you a good-looking one. ”

This **** is from Qingzhou. Although the kites he made are not as good as those made by craftsmen, they are also better than those from Junhe.

Junhe rolled his eyelids and took his kite to the other side of the courtyard wall.

The **** spat and cursed, "A person who swept the yard and learned to go to other people's kites, which is inappropriate."

As soon as Junhe's kite flew up, it fell to the ground. The **** saw it from afar and laughed.

"What kind of person puts on what kind of kite? The ugly and stupid person is destined to sweep the yard for the rest of his life."

Junhe pretended not to hear it. He held his breath and tried it a few times, and finally let the kite fly high. The long streamers danced in the wind. There were only a string of strange characters on the bare kite, as if it was a broken drawing. pattern.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old man raised his head and looked at the kite. His name was Xiaoxiang

The little friend around him also raised his head: "This kite is the same as I do. Hehe, I will also draw on the streamer next time."

Xiaoxiang didn't say anything, silently remembering the string of characters in his heart.

"I want to make a wish, Goudan, let's go to the old locust tree to make a wish."

Goudan: "Okay, I want to make a wish to let my mother have a sister, so that no one will compete with me for the property."

Xiaoxiang: "I guess your mother must want to have a younger brother and be your company."

Goudan: "I don't need a little boy to be my company. Can he help me with work or fight me?

I want a little boy, and I will have a wife in two years, so let her give birth to me.

I don't need a brother.

My mother wants to give birth, so she can give birth to a sister. ”

Xiaoxiang gave a thumbs up: "Pujian, I don't support the wall and only accept you."

Goudan smiled proudly: "Let's go, let's go to the old locust tree to make a wish!"

In the evening, He Hua came to the old locust tree as usual.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going to buy duck again. I'm late today, I'm afraid I've sold it out." Someone greeted her.

He Hua complained: "A few customers came before closing. I was afraid of this. The guests came when they were closed. Alas, there was nothing I could do."

The man smiled and said, "Isn't this the case when doing business? If you come more customers, you will earn more, it's worth it!"

He Hua smiled and said, "Yes, doing business, yes, I'll go and say goodbye to Mr. Huaishu, begging him to bless me to make more money. If I make more money, I can only eat duck every day."

The man thought it made sense. This lotus sister-in-law liked eating duck so much, and only ate the nearby family.

He Hua looked up and saw the simple and unpretentious purse. The purse was hung here and there was something wrong in the palace.

He Hua took out a red silk strip from her sleeve. She borrowed a pen from the temple Zhu, wrote the four words "Perfect entry and exit" on the red silk strip. She walked under the old locust tree and used all her strength to jump up. .

She hung the red silk strips on the branches, and she picked a simple but familiar purse and put it into her sleeve.

He Hua returned to her small shop, and the shop was deserted outside, without those good aunts. He Hua thought, "Okay, the ancestor is here."

Since the last incident, He Dada family ordered the ancestor to take charge of the matters in Jinling. After all, some information was sent from Jinling to the capital, and the best time to deal with it will be missed.

It’s the temper of this ancestor, He Hua is so angry when she thinks about it.

After entering the shop, Sure enough, Xiu Gu sat there with a big horse golden sword, and there was a momentum of one man as a pass, and ten thousand men could not open it.

After seeing the gift to Xiu Gu, He Hua went into the inner room, took out a piece of talisman paper with special characters from his purse, picked up the book "Red Candle Resentment", and began to translate according to the characters.

Soon, He Hua wrote two sentences on the incense ash. She remembered these two sentences firmly, smoothed the incense ash, and went to report to Xiugu.

After listening to He Hua's report, Xiu Gu pondered silently. After a long time, she waved her hand and said, "Okay, there's nothing you have to do with here, go out."

Hehua seems to be my place. Where can I go if I don’t come here?

A few days later, He Ran received the news that the Qian family was raided.

He Ran sighed. When the Qian brothers made a lot of money for the new emperor, they would never have dreamed that before their bodies were cold, their eldest nephew had snatched their home "righteously".

That is also the new emperor's foreign home.

"What is He Yamin doing? Let her do it."

An hour later, He Yamin took the errand and hurried back home.

He Yamin is a special existence. He Ran has not yet set up a Tongzhengsi Department, so he handed over the diary to He Yamin and her group.

There are two types of residence reports now. One is morning reports, which mainly focus on government orders and people's sentiments reported by local government offices.

The second is the evening newspaper. The evening newspaper is closer to the people, close to life, and more interesting.

He Ran’s ideal is that morning newspapers and evening newspapers will be released every day, but now due to technical limitations in typesetting and printing, the morning newspaper can only be one issue on five days, while the evening newspapers will be one issue on three days.

He Yamin's team also grew from a four-person group to thirty people.

Most of these people were selected from the second exam.

The Morning News has been published for five issues and eight issues of the Evening News, which has received a great response and has very good results.

He Yamin doesn’t have her own yamen, she works from home. The reason for this is that He Ran believes that anyone who works in literature and art does not like to be restrained. They need a relaxed working environment to burst out infinite inspiration.

Besides, you can't let the person who stayed up late to draw still need 996. As far as she knows, He Yamin and her group always go all night long.

Therefore, what He Ran gave He Yamin was a mansion, and yes, it was the Qian family's official residence in the capital.

This is He Yamin's home, and it is also the place where she works with a team of 30 people. In addition, there is a remote place in the mansion to build a printing workshop. The comic strips that you like, as well as the most recent morning newspapers and evening newspapers, are printed from here, and the direction of All over the place.

As soon as He Yamin entered the mansion, he saw Yuan Gang preparing to go out.

After the fall of King Jin, Yuan Gang stayed in Baoding. He Yamin had his own house and wrote a letter to ask him to enter Beijing. Yuan Gang was embarrassed and refused to come. After Du Hui found out, he scolded him and then he carried it. His ironclad brand came to the capital.

After arriving in the capital, He Ran asked him what he wanted to do.

Yuan Gang: I just want to die of equality and don’t want to do anything.

He Ran let him go.

So Yuan Gang went wherever he was lively every day, and stayed in the market and lived happily.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Seeing my daughter, Yuan Gang immediately tidied up his clothes and smiled: "Daughter, are you going to see the boss? Are you tired? Come back to the house and rest. I'll have someone cook ginseng tea for you, do you remember I have to drink, I can't stay up late."

He Yamin felt warm in her heart, and she smiled and nodded: "I know how to drink it, Dad, you have no money on you, you can take these."

As she said that, she took out a silver note of ten taels of silver from her arms and wanted to stuff it into Yuan Gang's hand.

Yuan Gang refused to ask for anything: "Your father is underestimated, right? Your father doesn't have to spend money on his own when he goes out. A lot of people want to invite your father and me to have tea."

He didn't brag, he just pointed to the comic strip in the child's hand and said, "This is my daughter's painting."

Or take a copy of the evening newspaper and point to the three words He Yamin at the bottom: "My daughter, aren't she?"

Then, the aunt who sells a big bowl of tea will let him drink enough, and then say, "Go home after drinking, it's broad daylight, and dream less."

There were also those scholars who pulled the evening newspaper out of his hand, looking at the face of contempt: "Go back and look in the mirror, can you give birth to a talented woman?"

Most of the female officials under He Ran are famous for their combat power, such as Hu Xiulong, Hu Xiaoyan, and the new Jinyiwei female tutor He Mingyue.

He Yamin is the only one who is famous for his talent.

At first, some people thought that her comic strips were difficult to be elegant, but with the morning newspaper and evening newspaper, the editor-in-chief He Yamin appeared in front of everyone, and the name of He Yamin's talented woman was stamped and confirmed by those readers.

No matter what background He Yamin is, she will not be the daughter of this crazy guy in front of her.

Yuan Gang was not angry either. As long as his daughter was willing to recognize him, he would be satisfied.

After repeated refusals, Yuan Gang finally accepted the money given to his daughter.

Seeing that his daughter is in a hurry, the boss must have assigned her new tasks. His daughter is capable and promising. One woman is worth ten sons, hahahahaha!

Yuan Gang left with a big laugh. He Yamin was puzzled and turned around and asked the old Doctor Jiang to show his father. Could it be that he left an old disease while undercover in the Jin army, which hurt his brain.

There was no way. The father and daughter didn't really have time to spend together until they came to the capital. In fact, they didn't know each other yet.

Seeing his father leaving, He Yamin put away the smile on his face.

Master He did give her a new task, and before this new task, Master He told her a story.

It was a story written by countless girls with blood and tears.

At that moment, He Yamin wished he could cut the man into pieces.

She hated why she was so stupid that she couldn't hold up a knife and could not swing a sword.

But He Dadao told her: "Your pen is your knife, your words and paintings are your sword, go ahead, pick up your sword, break through the wind and rain, and strike up thousands of wind and waves!"

The head of the He family also assigned her a helper.

"Who is it?" she asked.

He Dadangjia said, "He will go to find you by himself, and you will know then."

Two hours later, He Yamin knew who the man He Dajia sent to her was.

Bai Yan!

"Mr. Bai, why are you?" The speaker was not only He Yamin, but also the young people in the team.

Most of them came from the second exam, and they all knew that the famous Mr. Bai was the same as the imperial teacher.

When they first arrived in the capital, they heard people question Bai Yan's knowledge, but later these doubts gradually disappeared. Bai Yan was not only a scholar, but also had military achievements. He was one of the great heroes to recover Lu.

But they didn't expect that Bai Yan would stand in front of them and in their messy house.

Bai Yan smiled and said to everyone, "From now on, I am one of you."

He looked at He Yamin again: "Mr. Yamin, arrange a job for me."

Work is a word that the boss often talks about, and now they all learn it.

There were more than a dozen adults named He in the capital. In order to distinguish, everyone had to add names to the adults.

He Yamin is Lord Yamin. He felt strange at first, and he got used to it as he shouted.

He Yamin guessed that the person sent to her by the boss must have some background, otherwise it would not have been designated by the boss himself, but she never dreamed that the person who came would be Bai Yan.

"Okay, Mr. Bai, come with me and I'll tell you about our mission this time."

Until this moment, He Yamin's heart was still crying for the poor girls. She didn't know that the humble and duanfang Mr. Bai in front of her was the father of one of the girls.

Bai Yan is extremely grateful to He Ran for his arrangements. After he came back from Ludi, he was busy handing over various tasks with the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War. Feng Zan is a rough man. It is best if he doesn't interfere in these things. He will keep them more and more. The more chaotic it became, Bai Yan never returned to King Zhao.

Now that the handover work has finally been completed, Bai Yan was about to come to see He Ran, He Ran took the lead in asking someone to invite him over.

He Ran asked him to help He Yamin.

Seeing the confusion in He Yamin's eyes, Bai Yan smiled bitterly and said, "My family has lived in Qingzhou for generations. I have a daughter that year."

He Yamin was like falling into an ice cave. Her whole body was cold, and her fists were clenched tightly. Every word she said seemed to burst out from the crack of the ice: "The first copy will be handed over to Mr. Bai."

Bai Yan held his fists and bowed: "Bai Yan received the order!"