Brother's Road to Promotion

When Jiang Deyi came to the door, it was after Jiang Yu and Song Yu went out for a few days.

At that time, Jiang Yu was less worried about being taken back to the Jiang family, but more doubts.

"Fu'an Fengxue" returned home without reward, Song Yu didn't ask any more questions after that, Jiang Yu just thought he knew everything.

That day on the horseback, although Song Yu didn't promise Jiang Yu clearly, the meaning between the lines couldn't be clearer, and Jiang Yu took it as his promise to protect him.

In this way, even though he was thinking about it, he should try his best not to hang around outside, so as not to cause trouble, but when Song Yu was going to West Market the next day, Jiang Yu did not refuse.

One is that he still dare not "be proud of being favored".

Second, I have a little confidence in my heart.

Three, even he actually wants to go out and have a look.

Speaking of it, whether it is "Fu'an Snowstorm" or "Spring God Celebration", although he has lived in the city of Datong for fifteen years, he has heard others talk about it but has never seen it with his own eyes.

In Jiang's family, he is like an invisible person. People in the family will never think of him in this kind of "showing his face". Even if there is, his good aunt will find all kinds of reasons to refuse, This is also the biggest reason why Jiang Yu feels cold towards the Jiang family.

The Spring God Celebration is a unique festival in Datong Prefecture. Every March [-]th, there will be a three-day market in West City to celebrate the coming of spring flowers. On these days, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere in Datong Prefecture.

Song Yu's house was only one street away from the West Market, and when he got up early in the morning, he could faintly hear the sound of drumming in the yard.

There were only seven servants including Jiang Yu in the house, Song Yu asked the housekeeper to give all the servants half a month's monthly money, give them a day off, and allow them to go out to play, and even Jiang Yu got 500 Wen.

The master's family is so generous, when Song Yu gave Song Yu a look when he went out, how could Jiang Yu not say anything.

Song Yu was in front, and Jiang Yu and Zhuo Chengxing followed behind him. After walking a few steps, they saw the gate of West Market.

Starting from Fangmen, at a glance, both sides of West Mayor Street are full of small stalls decorated with blooming flowers. I have never seen such a grand scene before, and it is novel to follow Song Yu to see everything.

Those bunches of red fruit stuck on the straw were one of the rewards that Song Yu brought him that day. Jiang Yu asked the cook in the house and knew that they were called candied haws.

That's how the sugar man was made.

That clay puppet is so delicate.

Jiang Yu was dazzled, like a mud-legged person entering the city for the first time.

There are not only these food gadgets on the street, but also all kinds of people, women wearing fences on their heads followed by maidservants, students wearing Yuanshan Academy’s iconic blue scholar’s ​​robes, wearing short shirts with children’s Women, and some young men and women who travel together in costumes.

Among such a bustling crowd, Song Yu was mixed in, but he could still notice with a conspicuous glance that everyone passing by would turn their eyes to him intentionally or unintentionally.

When Jiang Yu looked at the novelty, intentionally or unintentionally scrutinized his gaze, which distracted him a little bit, and it was only after such a distraction that he noticed something strange.

Since there were many well-dressed women on the street, why did Song Yu and himself seem to have never seen a single brother?

Anyway, women's rules are stricter than my brother's. It doesn't make sense that there are many women, but my brother doesn't see a single one!

When he was puzzled, Song Yu suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yu's doubts were suddenly interrupted, and when he looked up, he saw Zhuo Chengxing consciously took out a copper coin and handed it to the old man on the side of the road holding sticks full of candied haws.

Seeing a woman holding a five or six-year-old child holding candied haws, he turned and left.

He blinked and looked at Zhuo Chengxing in surprise.

Brother Zhuo, who is tall and burly, turned out to be such a person! ?

Jiang Yu felt that it was really unimaginable.

When the old man selling candied haws took out a bunch of candied haws from a stick and handed them to Song Yu, Jiang Yu's eyes widened even more.

I felt as if a lightning strike struck my forehead, and my heart was full of disbelief.

Of course, in the end he waved his fan, but the noble man didn't reach out. Zhuo Chengxing, who was standing aside, turned his head to look at Jiang Yu. When Song Yu also turned his head to look at Jiang Yu, he finally understood that feelings are bought. for him.

Jiang Yu raised his head and looked at the mother and child who were nowhere to be seen in front of him, so he quickly reached out to take the candied haws that the old man had been holding up for a long time.

Song Yu didn't say a word, and seeing Jiang Yu picked up the things, he slowly raised his feet and walked forward.Jiang Yu could only hold up the bunch of candied haws wrapped in a thick layer of syrup and continue to follow behind Song Yu.

Then, sugar figurines, pastries, bunny clay figurines...

There are more and more small things in Jiang Yu's hands.

Song Yu stood still, Zhuo Chengxing paid, Jiang Yu took it, and repeated again and again.

Before he had walked half a street, Jiang Yu had already filled his hands with food and various gadgets, attracting the envious eyes of passing children.

-Mom/Father, I want that sister/brother's...

Jiang Yu: "..."

Except for his face, Jiang Yu had never been envied before. This was the first time he was envied for something else, but he didn't feel happy at all.

The two people walking beside him didn't have the slightest intention to help him get something, they paid the money and waited for him to pick it up.Before Song Yu stopped at a cold cake shop again, Jiang Yu couldn't bear it any longer and tugged at Song Yu's sleeve, "My lord, I can't take it anymore."

Jiang Yu was wearing a gray-brown blouse, with a small bun neatly tied on his head, a tuft of temple hair hanging down his round cheeks, and he was dressed like a servant from a wealthy family, except that he had a beautiful face and hands There are snacks and trinkets in it, and it doesn't look like a servant, but like a little boy or a cardamom girl who goes out to play with his brother.

"If you eat it in your stomach, you will free your hands." Song Yu shook his fan and glanced at Jiang Yu and said.

It was indeed right to feed him.

"Young Master, do you want to eat?" Jiang Yu asked cautiously even though he knew it well, so as not to appear too sentimental.

Song Yu continued to move forward, shaking his fan, "My lord, do I look like a three-year-old child?"

Jiang Yu: "...not like that."

Turning his eyes to the person on Song Yu's other side, Zhuo Chengxing turned his head away.

So I'm just a three-year-old kid?

Jiang Yu angrily bit off a hawthorn wrapped in syrup, and ate a bunch in two or three bites, and then unwrapped the oil paper wrapped outside the pastry. The white pastry in the shape of plum blossoms was quite good in appearance, delicate and heavy. Not much, but four cakes cost 100 Wen.

In the eyes of Jiang Yu, who has never been rich or enjoyed, it is not ordinary expensive.

Now his hands are full of this kind of food, Jiang Yu is not polite, one bite is enough.

Although eating while walking is really rude, but his master doesn't care, so what is he afraid of, anyway, he is just a servant at this time.

What Song Yu said is correct, he will be able to free his hands after eating, but the premise must be that Song Yu must stop his behavior of continuing to throw money. Even if Jiang Yu is a half-grown kid, he can't keep up with the speed of eating. Song Yu bought it quickly.

Could it be that he wanted to support him to death!

Jiang Yu stuffed all kinds of snacks into his mouth angrily, while looking at the street.

On a wooden stand full of flowers, there are all kinds of masks with painted faces. A young stall owner is sitting by the side of the stall, holding a half-painted wooden mask in his hand. Add color one by one.

Jiang Yu looked at the colorful mask, and his heart moved. On this occasion, if he wears the mask, it will not violate harmony, and he can also avoid the Jiang family, killing two birds with one stone.

He just had this thought in his mind, and saw Song Yu stopped in front of the mask stand, took off a red painted face mask, and put it on Jiang Yu's head.

Jiang Yu: "...Thank you, Young Master."

There is always a strange feeling of being looked after as a child.

When Song Yu stopped in front of the food stall again when his stomach was full, Jiang Yu stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed his sleeve, "My lord, I...can't eat anymore."

It's almost too late to walk.

Jiang Yu was wearing a servant's bunt, with a funny painted face mask on his head, which made him look younger. Now he was looking at Song Yu with wide eyes, and his appearance was indescribably cute.

Stretching out a hand to wipe off a bit of pastry froth on the corner of his mouth, Song Yu still said, "Chengxing, pay."

"My lord..." Jiang Yu was helpless.

Song Yu withdrew his hand, "Take it home and eat."

Jiang Yu withdrew the hand that was pulling Song Yu's sleeve, and with a slight movement, a package in his arms leaked out from between his arms, and fell to the ground with a thud, Jiang Yu said innocently: "Really...can't take it Moved."

He couldn't even pull the mask down over his face.

Zhuo Chengxing took over the cakes he had just bought, and Jiang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking a few steps along the street, Song Yu suddenly turned into a cloth shop.

Jiang Yu paused, what kind of routine is this?

Don't buy snacks and buy clothes instead! ?

Is there such a thing as a servant?