Ding Tian's Ancient Life

"Oh, I just want to use it for the people in my prison, can't it?" Ding Tian was a little worried: "It's just for them.

Of it? "

Wang Zuo thought for a while: "This is easy."

He didn't say what to do, but the next day, after Ding Tian went on business, someone sent fifty sets of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

And it's not the cheapest one, it's a set of high-end goods that cost ten taels of silver!

Of course, this is just to say that in the local prefectural city, within the scope of some scholars, this is considered a high-end product.

Even Ding Tian felt very pleasantly surprised.

At this time and place, no longer pay attention to the grade of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

With these foreign things, you can enjoy them, and if you don't have them, you can feel calm.Wouldn’t it be too hypocritical to write good characters only with good paper and good ink?

It is not the same way to practice calligraphy for jailers.

Ding Tian withheld this batch of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and when he returned home, he told Wang Zuo, "I plan to distribute them during the Chinese New Year.

Go, not now, you bought something so good…. "

Send it out now, it's not year-round, it doesn't set off the atmosphere!

What's more, you usually post such good things, what did you ask Ding Tian to post during the Chinese New Year?

"You can figure it out." Wang Zuo didn't care about that stuff, what he cared about was the charcoal pencil.

After taking it back, he studied it for half the night by himself, and now the staff are studying it.

The best thing about this thing is that it can ignore the temperature. In the winter, the dripping water outside will turn into ice, let alone ink?

And ink is liquid, and it is inconvenient to carry.

Charcoal pens have no such scruples. They can write freely on paper even in the open air, but they are a bit hard. People who are used to brushes have to practice calligraphy from scratch with charcoal pens.

It had just cleared for two days, and the sky was gloomy again, and the north wind was still blowing hard. Ding Tian not only dressed neatly, but also provided masks for all the jailers!

Even with it, Wang Zuo has a share.

"This thing...isn't Jinbuchang used for autopsies?" Wang Zuo looked at the mask made of primary-colored muslin with distaste, so he didn't want to wear it on his face.

"I'm just giving you something like that. You can make a more advanced one, using satin as the surface, and putting high-quality silk cotton inside..." Ding Tian told him awkwardly: "You can also embroider flowers. A flower or something..."

"Can this thing really keep you warm?" Wang Zuo looked over and over.

"It's enough to stock up on cotton." Ding Tian said: "In case the north wind howls, opening your mouth... fills you with cold wind."

Wang Zuo didn't wear it himself, but put it on Wang Fugui's face: "Is it warm?"

"Warm!" Wang Fugui was not as particular about it as Wang Zuo, and even went out for a walk, and was full of praise when he came back: "

My lord, this thing is really good, it won't freeze your face, and it won't pour cold wind. "

"Well... Order someone to send a letter back, make 100 million, and send them to the camp in northern Xinjiang." Wang Zuo said to Meng Xianchen, who was standing aside and watching curiously: "In addition, make [-] better ones and go up to the palace. .”

"Yes, my lord!" Meng Xianchen hurried to handle the matter.

After Wang Zuo explained the matter, he naturally ignored it, but brought Ding Tian to the study, and there was a plate of frozen pears on his table!

"Huh?" Ding Tian was very surprised: "You have frozen pears here?"

"Well, you can eat one if you want, but you can't eat too much." Wang Zuo said: "After the autumn pears were harvested, they were directly put into the ice cellar for storage, so there are frozen pears."

It must have been transported from afar, and now it's snowing outside, eating a frozen pear in a warm room... that feeling, Ding Tian feels very good!

But when people invited him to eat frozen pears, he had to invite them back.

What did he invite Wang Zuo to eat?

Wang Zuo looked at the thing in front of him with a confused expression on his face: "What the hell is this?"

"It's called butter popsicles, eat it!" Ding Tian pointed out joyfully, "I'm telling you, this is the best way to eat it in summer, and it's fine to eat it in winter, but you can't eat too much..."

Well, yesterday Wang Zuo said what he said, today he turned around and told Wang Zuo.

Wang Zuo couldn't laugh or cry: "Oh, the king has a taste."

This butter popsicle was actually a failure. Ding Tian wanted to make a cream yesterday, but he couldn't, so he had to make a popsicle instead, but it contained dried jujubes, raisins and longan meat bought at a dried fruit store.

Because Wang Zuo had never seen butter, he purposely fooled him, but it used pure milk, and there were more things in it, so it tasted much better than the cream popsicles he had eaten before.

In the end, Wang Fugui couldn't stand it anymore. Why are these two people feeding each other cold things?

So, the next day, the two of them stared at the thing in front of them: "You bought this?"

"You two can't eat cold food anymore." Wang Fugui persuaded earnestly: "Even if you are angry, you can't ruin your body like this? Eat this instead, it's good."

In front of the two of them was a straw pillow with a lot of... candied haws stuck in it.

There are candied dates, hawthorns, and rare dried black dates and sand fruits...  

It is covered with syrup and contains black and white sesame seeds. No matter how you look at it, it is so pleasing.

But, this is something to coax children, right?

Wang Zuo's face was dark, but Ding Tian calmly took a bite of a hawthorn: "Huh? Delicious!"

Sweet and sour, not sticky.

It's not as sweet as the candied haws he had eaten before, but a sweetness. Maybe this is the syrup made by hand, which is different from the syrup made with industrially produced sugar, right?

But it's not a problem to always eat this kind of children's stuff. Wang Fugui forced the cook to change two fresh dim sums a day, and he must keep them fresh.

The cook's hair was turning gray, Wang Zuo looked at the two plates of dim sum in front of him unhappily, one was almond bergamot, the other was two-color

bean cake.

But these are not his favorite snacks, but interesting ones, which seem to be something that women and children like: "You are doing it every day, what are you doing?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't like food, you can invite Ding Siyu to have a taste?" Wang Fugui, as his frequent follower, knows this guy's temper all too well: "And here is the newly arrived nectar Dahongpao, which is paired with Dessert, just right, what do you think? Drinking black tea in winter

, to warm up the body. "

"That's right!" Wang Zuo stroked his chin and said, "Please invite Ding Siyu to come over and taste the new cakes, um, and the nectar Dahongpao."

Wang Fugui quickly went to find someone.

Ding Tian was lured over with two fresh pastries every day. After eating the pastries, it was time to eat, and then strolled outside, or chatted with Wang Zuo in the house, and had a verbal fight with Wang Fugui, all of which could entertain Wang Zuo.

The days passed by quickly, and the winter moon entered in a blink of an eye, and the weather became colder and colder. A bucket of water can be frozen into a solid big lump of ice if it is left outside for an hour.

It was the mask that Wang Zuo sent, which was said to have been liked by all the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang camp. For this, Wang Zuo gave Ding Tian another 200 taels of silver.

"Why do you give me the money?" Ding Tian was very cautious: "You don't get paid for nothing!"

But Wang Zuo asked him to put the money into the cash drawer: "This is a reward from the General's Mansion. As I said, you wanted to use this mask for the jailers to keep out the cold. I just happened to meet it, sir. The general thinks it’s not good to take your things for nothing, so use the rewards specially given to you, they are all money from clean sources.”

He has been here for so long, and he can see that Ding Tian's "income" is enough to feed his family, and it is not bad to wear two new clothes.

There are no prisoners in the yamen, no petty theft, and the street is very clean. He lives on that little salary. When will he be able to make a fortune?

"Oh, then I'll accept it." Ding Tian immediately changed his attitude: "You also have a part in this matter, I invite you to dinner today!"

"What to eat?" Seeing that he was happy, Wang Zuo knew that he had accepted the money and felt at ease.

This guy just doesn't want to pay more money, otherwise he can spend three or five taels of silver just based on the various expenses in the prison every month.

He can live a good life, but it's a pity that the person he likes is not like that.

"I'll go dig it up, wait!" Ding Tian hurriedly ran to the warehouse.

In the warehouse, there are a lot of prey that Wang Zuo took after he returned from the northern Xinjiang camp last time. They were all frozen hard and skinned, including rabbits, roe deer, a deer, and dozens of pheasants. I cook chicken soup every day. I heard from Mrs. Jin that my grandson used to have cold hands and feet in winter, but now he eats and drinks every day, especially the soup and water.

It's not cold anymore!

Xi's Aunt Jin cooks a pot every day, and everyone in the family has a bowl, which must be drunk!

Ding Tian drank enough, no matter how delicious the chicken soup is, drinking it for two months in a row, who is not enough?

But I dare not say it, because Aunt Jin is also doing it for their own good.

Drinking chicken soup at home and mutton soup on business trips, Ding Tian felt that he had become a "sister Lin", made of water, and went to the hut five or six times a day...〇

So he refused to eat chicken and drank chicken soup, um, no more lamb soup, he drank it every day, it was so hot...hehe...everyone knows it!

He took a good look at the ingredients, went out and called Bai San'er over: "Please do me a favor, third brother."

"Tell me!" Bai San'er was especially fond of Ding Tian and Ding Tian called him "Brother San", so among all the guards, he cared the most about Ding Tian

"Help me get the meat from the rabbit's leg... roe deer meat too... less venison... roe deer meat... and that wolf thigh..." Ding Tian was busy for a while.

Aunt Jin sent another big pot of chicken soup, but this time it was robbed by Ding Tian: "I won't give it to them today, I'll use it, hehe

He took it and ran away, Aunt Jin smiled and told him to slow down, don't let it burn his hands.

That night, Wang Zuo ate game hot pot. The bottom of the pot was chicken soup. The soup boiled by pheasant was thinly sliced ​​rabbit meat, roe deer meat, venison meat, roe deer meat, and wolf meat.

None of them are home-grown, and the dipping sauces are chive flower sauce and sesame sauce.

"This is really the first time I've eaten it." Wang Zuo finished eating, "Next time I'll hunt a tiger or something, and use those bones to make soup."

Ding Tian was also full of delicious food: "Don't count on tigers, I am satisfied with this."

Eating national-level protected animals every day, he felt that he was about to go to heaven, and a tiger?

"Isn't it to see what you like?" Wang Zuo boiled rabbit meat and ate it.

"The tiger bone wine brewed in the spring this year is still there. I will bring back a few jars during the Chinese New Year and give it to my second and third uncles..."

The two of them were chatting about family affairs, the north wind was howling outside, and heavy snow began to fall in the sky again.

At the post station not far from the three northeastern prefectures, a large group of people and horses were blocked by the wind and snow again, and the leader looked at the weather and cursed: "This is unlucky, it always catches up with the wind and snow, how can you hurry?"

"Fortunately!" A person next to him followed: "We came out half a month earlier, otherwise we would definitely be delayed by the heavy snow."

"

"Half a month earlier, I didn't get there much earlier. In the north, you can't go out in winter."

A postman came over: "My lords, come in and drink mutton soup. Look at the weather. Don't even think about going out for these two days. Even if it's sunny, you have to wait until the snow clears before you can leave."

"Go in and drink soup, drink soup!" The two entered the house dejectedly, outside the door the horses had been unloaded on the carriage, and there were boxes and boxes of things, but no one dared to covet them.

Because on that car, there is a bright yellow flag, which belongs to the royal family, who dares to snatch it?

And in another post station hundreds of miles away from this post station, there is also a team of people and horses, which are also a convoy with many gifts, but the flags on their cars are apricot yellow, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and a The big "Ning" character is buzzing in the cold wind.