Ding Tian's Ancient Life

"The Lin family has already thanked you and given away the land, so why come to thank you?" Du Zhifu saw Ding Tian's blank expression and smiled: "He is showing his favor."

"court?"

"This government beheaded more than 30 kidnappers in one go, and the blood flowed all over the ground. The common people were frightened, not to mention this group of rich and noble families?" Du Zhifu stroked his beard and smiled happily: "The Lin family is the fastest to come. .”

At this time, Master Du came in: "My lord, Tian'er is also here, just in time, someone from the Ma family is here."

"Didn't you say what you came for?"

"It is said that I came to deliver the sheep grass that I owed last autumn. This is the hay used by the army to raise horses, but it has been winter. At this time

Who would feed hay to horses at this time?Are they all fresh? Master Du was not very happy: "Are they bullying people?"

"

"Accept it. This is what I should pay. If I don't accept it, it's a mistake."

The two said some more things, but Ding Tian didn't understand.

But at the end, he finally understood one thing, that is, Prefect Du beheaded the kidnappers, scaring some people, and this group of people may also be those local snakes and local householders who have never given prefect Du face.

Now everyone is afraid. Maybe they didn't really feel sorry for Du Zhifu, but they won't be the only one to look after him.Generally speaking, he would not disagree with Prefect Du, but he would be happy to show off his muscles occasionally and highlight his sense of existence.

There must be something wrong with it... Ding Tian felt that what Master Du told him back then might not be true... Maybe it was exaggerated, but it was not groundless.

At noon, Ding Tian was left here to have lunch with Du Zhifu and Du Shiye.

Prefect Du is still so frugal, even if he becomes a prefect, his lunch is normal.

Hot and sour potato shreds, white-cut chicken, a spinach tofu soup, served with black noodle steamed buns, this is a lunch.

Ordinary meals, but Ding Tian is more interested in black-faced steamed buns.

Seeing that Ding Tian was eating happily, Master Du smiled: "If you like it, I will give you a basket, and you can eat slowly when you go back."

"This is not bad, okay, then I'll have the cheek to eat it and take it with me!" Ding Tian mainly thought that the steamed buns had a special aroma when eaten, and it was probably a little trick.

Take it back and let Mrs. Jin have a look. If it can be made, it will be even better.

When Ding Tian got off his errand, Zheng Dang followed him, sent him home, and then returned home by himself.

Ma Liu saw it: "Young Master Tian, ​​what is this?"

Ding Tian said something to him, but in fact it was just a word: "That's it, I will do this every day in the future, just in case

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"So this is ah……."

But the next day, Ding Tian had an extra tail.

"Ma Xiaofeng?" Ding Tian looked at Ma Xiaofeng: "You want to follow me?"

"En!" Ma Xiaofeng nodded, the child is eating well now, and his height has grown a lot: "My father said, Young Master Tian should also have a servant by his side, just in case."

Today's Ma Xiaofeng is wearing a light blue short dress, with a ponytail on his head, a pair of new cloth shoes with laminated soles, and a small bag in his hand... He really looks like a servant.

The most important thing is that Ding Tian is wearing blue arrow sleeves today, the two of them seem to be a master and a servant.Special match!

"Okay, let's go!" Ding Tian thought for a while: "Staying by my side is fine, are you literate?"

Even if you can't hire child labor, it's good to have someone to follow you. He thinks Ma Xiaofeng is very malleable.Because of his simplicity, he felt that such a big child should go to school...

In fact, his current appearance is not much older than Ma Xiaofeng..., but he is much more mature psychologically.

"I only know my own name." Ma Xiaofeng smiled honestly: "I also know the numbers from one to ten. This is because I followed someone to the restaurant, and it's written on the menu."

Ding Tian thought for a while: "That's fine, I know."

When he got to the door, Zheng Dang was also waiting for him, so Ding Tian followed Zheng Dang and Ma Xiaofeng by his side, he really felt himself

Very imposing.

When he arrived at the government office, Zheng Dang went to work. Ding Tian brought Ma Xiaofeng to his study and gave him a Three-Character Classic, which was read by Ding Tian himself.

There are also the Ming version of Sun Tzu's Art of War, the Song version of Shuowen Jiezi, and the Qing version (that is, the modern version) of "Daqing Law"... .

Ding Tian treats the three books used for enlightenment as a dictionary, and they are all rough.

"Come on, this is the Three-Character Classic, you read it carefully..." Ding Tian taught Ma Xiaofeng four lines of the Three-Character Classic on the first day, and got him a pen and paper to write on.

Ma Xiaofeng knelt on the ground and kowtowed loudly: "Thank you Tian Shao! Thank you Tian Shao!"

No matter in what era, knowledge is the most precious, even among slaves, literate and illiterate are two

treatment.

Generally speaking, those who can read are the confidants of the master, such as the big housekeeper, the big steward, and the big shopkeeper.

Those who can't read can be assigned a job at will, even if they sell themselves, they are not at the same level as others... What's more, if they can read, they can teach their sons in the future.

The few characters he knew were taught to him by his father.

"Get up, get up!" Ding Tian pulled the man up from the ground...he didn't move!

This child is strong and has strength. It is not Ding Tian who is able to pull up the office like this. He probably noticed something. repent.

"From now on, you don't have to kneel and kowtow, men have gold under their knees, don't kneel and beg for mercy, kowtow, understand?" Ding Tian couldn't understand why people in this era love to kneel so much?

The only one I don't love is Wang Zuo.

When receiving the imperial edict, he never knelt down.

He asked the child to read and write in the study, and then Ding Tian went to inspect the entire cell. Without the kidnappers, there were only six residents in the cell. All of a sudden, the guards felt much more relaxed.

"You can't slack off even if you're relaxed. You must insist on improving hygiene. Also, let people clean up the places where those people lived. By the way, and those prison uniforms they wore away, I will Find someone to make some backups..." It feels like there are a lot of things

When it was time to eat at noon, Ding Tian took Ma Xiaofeng together and sat in the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Lunch is scrambled eggs with leeks, a little water.

Vinegar pepper cabbage, ever since I knew how to make vinegar pepper cabbage, the Cui sisters in the kitchen have fallen in love with this dish, and they make it every now and then

meal.

The staple food is steamed buns with double noodles, the size of a fist, and extra bone soup. Occasionally, some people will eat one or two meaty bones from the soup.It was the first time Ma Xiaofeng ate in the government office. Although he was in prison, he was not a prisoner and was brought in by Ding Tian. Everyone liked him because he looked small.

In the afternoon, Ding Tian brought Cui Jiu out again and chatted with him in the conversation room.

Cui Jiu's attitude has changed a lot, because this time he took the initiative to talk about his own affairs: "When I was young, I thought that my parents would take care of me for a long time, so I didn't need to learn anything. My parents always spoiled me, but they never cared about me. , because I like to play... Later, my parents passed away, and I was left alone.

I don't like to do the three kinds of hard work.My mother knows how to make pastries. When I was a child, I was greedy for food, so I loved to follow her and watch her make...

"

Cui Jiu is also a guy who likes to scratch his mouth, especially dim sum. Last time he came here, he was not in the mood to eat it. This time it was different. He took two bites and said: "This trough cake is very good. It's duck eggs and noodles."

"Isn't it an egg?" Ding Tian always thought it was an egg.

"Eggs won't be so smooth. They must be duck eggs." Cui Jiudao: "And the honey used is light honey, not medium honey, let alone old honey."

"And old honey?" Two big blood-red characters "Xiaomi" appeared in Ding Tian's mind.

"Honey is divided into light, middle and old. Light honey is the weakest and sweetest. Medium honey is thicker than light honey, while old honey is very sticky." Cui Jiu recalled, "My mother once As I said, light honey is the most suitable for making cakes, but some cakes need medium honey, and old honey is only suitable for making granules, or boiling flower sauce...my mother's craftsmanship..."

He said a lot, although Ding Tian knew that there must be elements of beautification in it, but it is something worth encouraging when a son recalls his parents' voice and smile.

Whether your parents are there or not, they are the ones who give you life.

The atmosphere of this conversation was very good. Although Cui Jiu also cried, he was not hysterical. He felt like he had cried.

They are much more relaxed: "To be honest, I am also happy to hear that those kidnappers have been beheaded. The next one will not be me."

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"Your crime is too light, and you are not qualified to report it." Ding Tian said angrily: "You are over 30, you stand at [-], and you are not confused at [-]. How long do you want to hang around?"

"Anyway... Now in the prison, thinking too much is useless..." Cui Jiu's sentimentality was over, and the rascal's temper came again: "Wait when, Master Fuzun let the little one out, Think about life a little bit more!"

Ding Tian began to educate him again...

This time when Cui Jiu went back, he was a little quiet, and he didn’t make trouble anymore, but thought in the cell: Ding Siyu is a good person, he is different from other people, he reasoned with himself, the purpose is obvious, to change himself , or in other words, change the people in the prison.

There really are such good old people in the world!

Ding Tian went out to the street, followed by two people, Zheng Dang and Ma Xiaofeng. Ma Xiaofeng insisted on going out with Ding Tian, ​​so he could temporarily put aside his studies. Now he can write his own name.

Wandering around in the street, Ding Tian suddenly thought of a way: "How many dim sum shops are there here?"

Zheng Dang, who is a local snake, thought for a while: "There are only three, but the grocery store Li also sells cakes, but the number is smaller. The most common mung bean cakes, red bean cakes, etc. Cao's dim sum shop is famous, but they The trough cake at home is more delicious, and the others are almost the same..."

Cakes are not very popular here in the Northeast, so they are just good-looking when you go to the ceremony on New Year's Day.

In terms of taste... it's pretty much the same.

Ding Tian has never eaten any delicious pastries here, which are of course much better than those of later generations, but compared with those of this era, they are more than a star and a half behind.

Only the food he ate at Wang Zuo's was quite good, and he still has some aftertaste.

But that kind of craftsmanship is probably difficult... Besides, the selling price of that kind of craftsmanship must be high. If the consumption level here does not improve, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, it will be useless.

There are only a few rich and noble families in Beifeng Mansion, and there are places that have experienced wars, and there are no places that cannot be slowed down for ten or eight years.

Seeing a shop for sale, the place is not big, it would be enough to open a dim sum shop, so Ding Tian went in: "This shop

Son, how much do you want? "

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man: "50 taels, no two prices."

"50 taels? Are you robbing money?" Before Ding Tian could speak, Zheng Dangxian became displeased: "This shop is so small, at most 30 taels

"

Although it is a shop facing the street, but the location is relatively remote, and it is so small, Zheng Dang thinks it is not worth 50 taels.

"There is a two-entry house behind my shop that can live in. Is 50 taels still expensive?" The man became unhappy: "If you are not in a hurry

Back home, I haven't shot yet! "

This man spoke with a southern accent, and he probably came to the north to do business. Zheng Dang didn't know him, but as a local snake, Zheng Dang knew a little bit about the market.