Crossing town house man and wife

Time is always slow when you want it to be fast, and it flies by when you want it to be slow.

Before you know it, September is coming to an end.

The Chinese New Year is not the same as that of later generations, because years ago was the busiest autumn harvest season of the year, and it was impossible to spend a whole month preparing for a day like later generations, and did not accumulate as many rules and regulations as later generations , said the saying.

At this time, the New Year is busy, everyone sits and eats a meal, the poor have a full meal, and the rich have a good meal.

After that, there are various sacrificial activities.

According to Aunt Lao's estimation, Wu Ming probably does not need to participate in the ancestor worship, but during the New Year's Eve dinner, Wu Ming will show his face in front of everyone anyway, and then he will inevitably go out with Yan Heng to visit relatives and elders— ——Yan Heng has a high status, but his age is low, so just a few old men from the Yan family can tell him what to do.

Half of the two ox carts that Aunt Lao brought were fur and cloth, in order to make a few new clothes for Wu Ming during the month, so as to avoid being able to see people even when she had to go out. I can't find my clothes.

At this time, the importance of the elderly is fully reflected.Without Aunt Lao, even if Auntie Jinjiao and Yinjiao could remember to make clothes, they would not be able to remotely control the embroiderers in the mansion like Auntie Lao. Only with their novice skills, there was no way they could make clothes within a month. So many gorgeous robes that are exquisite to the point of tortoise hair have been produced.

In these days, being a man among the gentry is no more worry-free than being a woman. In addition to the toga and long sleeves, you also need to have matching crowns, accessories, shoes, belts... all the bits and pieces are added together. The weight is even worse than that of women.

Seeing more and more boxes in the house, Wu Ming wondered how many ox carts he would have to arrange to pull them away when he went back.

Seeing that there are still five days before the Chinese New Year, Yan Heng also sent someone to deliver a message, saying that he will arrive in Xiangping within two days at the latest.

Aunt Lao has already taken people to pack their bags, arranged for a car to drive, and is ready to leave the barracks at any time.

At this moment, Wu Ming had nothing else to do, he could only lie lazily on the newly made imperial concubine chair, watching Aunt Lai and four girls reading and writing in the yard.

The glass workshop and porcelain workshop are already on the right track, and Luo Daozi has also found someone to take over the work of wool weaving. The Zhengdao sect that he thought would appear half a month ago has not yet shown up, wasting the jade talismans he arranged around the yard. array.

Wu Ming didn't know why Zhengdaozong didn't respond, but he was also happy that they didn't come to make trouble.According to the recent recovery speed, he will be able to recover to his peak state in a month at most. At that time, even if the orthodox sect calls Taoist priests from other sects together, he will be able to retreat from their siege.

In his spare time, Wu Ming was worried about Old Ghost Shang.

There are no mobile phones these days, so he doesn't even know where Old Ghost Shang is now, and he doesn't know if he has found Old Ghost Xia from this world, and if he does, will he be able to get along "friendly" as before? .

Speaking of which, Yan Heng hasn't contacted him for almost a month. Although he will send someone to report his safety every three to five days, he doesn't have a letter of trustworthiness. God knows if he was stolen outside. Fishy, ​​made a new love.

But it would be nice if Yan Heng really has a new love, it just saves him the energy of a showdown, he just throws up his sleeves and walks away, so he doesn't have to feel embarrassed about breaking up unilaterally.

But, having said that, even if Yan Heng can keep his body like a jade and not touch men in this month, there is no such thing as a good saying in this year. When the filial piety period ends next year, he will definitely continue to hug women and give birth to sons .

Forget it, let's count it as a day, anyway, he always has to leave.

Wu Ming curled his lips unconsciously and stopped thinking about it.

But just that night, Wu Ming had just finished training, and with his habitual consciousness, he felt that someone had entered the courtyard from the courtyard wall and was approaching the window along the wall of the main room.

Wu Ming's first reaction was that the Zhengdao sect finally came, but then he realized that the jade talisman array he had arranged around the courtyard did not warn, and the person who came was either not a monk at all, or his cultivation was so advanced that he returned to basics dire situation.

The former or the latter?

As soon as Wu Ming picked up Fajue, the back window of the inner room was pushed open without any scruples, and a familiar kiwi hairy face followed.

Wu Ming let go of his hand immediately, and rolled his eyes at the person who came, "Why go through the window?!"

"The team is still on the way, I came here alone." The person who came was Yan Heng who hadn't seen him for a long time. While speaking, he turned over and entered the room, closing the window behind his back.

The moment the window was closed, Yan Heng suddenly felt something wrong with the touch of his hand. After a closer look, he found that there was no silk gauze on the window lattice, and it was replaced by pieces of transparent crystals the size of a palm. Chong is somewhat similar to the glass that Wu Ming is tinkering with.

But Yan Heng's mind is all on people at the moment, and he doesn't care about finding out what's going on with the glass on the window, so he turns around and rushes towards Wu Ming first.

"Ma'am, I miss you so much—"

"leave me alone!"

Wu Ming quickly resisted Yan Heng, not letting him get in close contact with him.

It's not that he's hypocritical, but that this person is really dirty!

I don't know how long Yan Heng has been bumping on the horse's back, not to mention the smell of sweat, his clothes are also full of dust, and even his beard is mixed with stone residue.

"Go take a shower!" Wu Ming stared.

Yan Heng suddenly showed helplessness, "Madam, you don't want me to take a cold shower in this weather, do you?"

Yan Heng didn't want people to know that he was here. If he wanted to take a bath, he could only go directly to the clean room to take a cold shower.But now it is the end of September, and although the weather is not cold enough to freeze, it is also the season for wearing furs, and the first snow may fall at any time.Taking a cold bath at this time, the taste...is almost the same as that of Zigong.

"There is hot water." Wu Ming got out of bed and brought Yan Heng into the clean room.

As soon as he entered the clean room, Yan Heng found that there was a very familiar tin bucket here. After a closer look, he remembered that it seemed to be the iron stove that Wu Ming had drawn for him, but there was an extra one on the iron stove that was also used. The pipe made of iron sheet extends to the outside of the window.

The windows of the clean room also lost the silk gauze, and instead filled the window lattice with crystal clear glass, which not only prevents any wind from getting in, but also eliminates the slamming sound of the gauze when it is blown by the wind.

"Take off the outer layer of clothes first, it's not that cold here." Wu Ming had already re-lit the stove with only a little spark at this time, and reheated the large copper pot filled with water on the stove, "What do you want to eat?" Is it? There should be supper in the kitchen."

"Don't disturb them." Yan Heng said.

"I'll go get it myself, just say I'm hungry, so don't be alarmed." Wu Ming disagreed, "Wait."

"Wait." Yan Heng pulled Wu Ming back.

This time Wu Ming was unprepared, he was immediately pulled into his arms, and slammed into Yan Heng's chest, causing a burst of dust.

Depend on!

Wu Ming choked out a sneeze, and angrily punched Yan Heng in the chest.

He just expressed his anger and didn't use any force at all. Yan Heng naturally didn't feel any pain or itching. Instead, he laughed and hugged Wu Ming and kissed him hard on the face twice.

"Don't touch me before you take a shower!" Wu Ming angrily pushed Yan Heng away, turned and left the clean room.

Yan Heng watched him leave with a smile, then turned around and looked at the clean room.

There is no light in the clean room, but there is a row of paper lanterns hanging in the corridor outside the house. I don’t know what is lit inside. It is brighter than the moonlight in the sky, and the windows that have been replaced with glass seem to have a particularly good light transmission. Coupled with the coal fire burning in the stove, Yan Heng could clearly see his surroundings even without the help of an oil lamp.

It always feels like something is different.

Yan Heng's mood was a little hard to describe, but it wasn't the bad kind.

Yes, there are too many "ruan orange" things in this room, which makes people clearly realize that there is a person living here, and the living person is like the flame in the stove, warm and fresh.

After standing for a while, Yan Heng felt his forehead start to sweat, and his body became stuffy, so he hurriedly took off his dusty coat and boots, put on the clogs in the cabinet, and took some cold water from a copper basin to wash his hands and face— —He thought that the water coming out of the tap would be icy cold water, but in fact, the water coming out of the tap was warm, which was just right for washing his face and hands.

After he washed briefly, Wu Ming also came back with a food box, and the originally warm water in the copper pot was steaming again.

"Let's take a shower first, just to warm up the food." It feels weird to eat in a clean room.

Wu Ming put down the food box, held the copper ring on top of the copper pot that had been wrapped several layers in linen, and carried it to the bathtub.

Seeing Wu Ming pouring water, mixing water, and testing the temperature of the water, Yan Heng raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

"Come here and wash!" Wu Ming felt that the water temperature was about the same, turned around, and saw Yan Heng's self-righteous smirk.

It was only then that Wu Ming realized that he was being too attentive, rolled his eyes immediately, and returned to the stove with the copper pot in his hand.

Yan Heng smiled sheepishly, and didn't dare to call Wu Ming to help him undress, and stripped himself naked before jumping into the tub.

While Yan Heng was taking a bath, Wu Ming took out the mutton casserole from the food box and put it on the stove to warm it up.

Luo Daozi has been leading people to tinker with wool for a while, and the number of sheep in the military camp has inevitably increased, making the kitchen to cook mutton twice a day, forcing Wu Ming to change the way he wants to eat.

There happened to be a porcelain workshop, so Wu Ming asked someone to burn a few casserole pots, and switched from stir-frying to stewing.

This casserole of mutton was originally prepared to be stewed by osmanthus for lunch tomorrow, but Wu Ming went to the kitchen to steal it out, and stuffed it into the food box together with a large plate of cold rice that was going to be used for fried rice.

After Yan Heng took a battle bath, the mutton in the casserole was almost hot.

Wu Ming didn't let Yan Heng eat in the clean room, he found a piece of thick linen, picked up the casserole and went back to the inner room, and took a big cloak for Yan Heng to wear.

Yan Heng had already smelled the smell of mutton, and his stomach was growling. For a moment, he didn't care that he wanted to "eat" people, so he quickly dried himself, put on a cloak, and walked into the inner room quickly.

Wu Ming had already put the casserole on the table, and the rice was also put into a bowl, and the soup was poured on it.

Oil lamps were already lit in the inner room, and Yan Heng immediately noticed that the bowls used to hold rice were different from the usual ones. At first glance, they looked like they were carved out of jade, delicate and lustrous.

Yan Heng sat down before the case, pointed to the porcelain bowl and asked, "Is this also glass?"

"No." Wu Ming handed over the chopsticks, "This is porcelain, and it is the same thing as pottery. Together they are called ceramics."

Affected by soil quality, technology, etc., the development of porcelain workshops is relatively slow, and the porcelains produced are only blue and white. The thickness and texture can only be said to be unsatisfactory, similar to those sold by carts in night markets , maybe it's not as good as others.

"It's really a good thing." Yan Heng didn't care about eating, holding the porcelain bowl and playing with it fondly.

Wu Ming rolled his eyes and forced the chopsticks into Yan Heng's hands, "Eat first!"