I raised a husband in ancient times

One hand stretched out the bedding to test the body temperature of the person next to him. Everything was normal and there was no fever.

Last night, Fu Lang insisted on keeping the contents of his body. He removed the pillow after the person fell asleep, but did not clean it up for him. He was a little worried, fearing that he would get sick because of it.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

The eyeballs of the person being watched rolled slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked to the side. A big face appeared in front of him, and he slightly tilted his head back.

After seeing the person clearly, he approached Lu Yiming slowly at a snail's speed, raised his white hand to wrap around his neck, closed his eyes and rubbed the top of his head familiarly.

Lu Yiming was amused by his sloth-like action, and reached out to touch the other person's head, guessing that this person was not fully awake yet.

Sure enough, the person in his arms shook his head, and Lu Yiming habitually leaned back before he raised his head abruptly, to avoid his chin being hit.

The eyes of the person who had just woken up were shining with crystal light, and Lu Yiming couldn't help but put a kiss on these hazy deer eyes.

This kiss completely woke up someone who was still a bit confused, and called out to him hoarsely: "Husband."

He only called out before stopping, this little face was deeply in self-doubt, his voice...

Xiaonian was resting today, and last night he really didn't know how to restrain himself. Lu Yiming touched his nose and rubbed someone's waist skillfully. Although he felt a little distressed, he had no intention of repenting.

A person who squints his eyes comfortably has no sense of crisis at all. He is typical of being sold and counting the money for him. He thinks that his husband is so kind, and he will insist on rubbing his waist every time.

"Husband, we still have 36 taels of silver left."

Last night when he was cleaning, he recounted the remaining taels of silver. Excluding the 500 taels stored in the bank, they had 36 taels of scattered money and 98 copper plates left.

It was mainly the expenses of cooking during the construction of the house, the expenses of the banquet on the beam, and the expenses of the birthday gift given to him by the husband, which used a lot of silver taels.

In recent days, I have paid ten taels of tuition fees and three or two years of miscellaneous expenses, and I can only watch helplessly as my family income, which is so hard-won, is decreasing a little bit.

Pei Xing, who had never taken over so much money before, now felt that the money was like running water, without spending it.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

He is deeply troubled now, when he used to have no money, he always thought about how to break one penny into two pennies to spend, but now he feels that the money is not enough for his husband to use until the end of this martial arts exam.

Husband is really good at spending money!

"The expense of the martial arts training ground can be saved, but the horse farm has to go to another month, about seven taels, and the cost of paper can be saved a little, just buy another knife. A new dress."

"In this way, how about my little butler giving me ten taels before I go to Wuke?"

The expenses of the racecourse and paper cannot be saved, this is what the husband wants to study, but the two taels of silver for the new clothes is a bit of a waste, and the leftover fabric at home can actually be used to make one for the husband.

"Husband, I don't need new clothes. I can wear my husband's old clothes."

Those old clothes had been patched a lot, and the fabric was hard. Fu Lang had recently been bred to be white and tender. A little rough friction would make his skin turn red, and he couldn't bear it.

He settled the matter with a reason that the other party could not refuse: "I want to go to the town with Fulang to enjoy lanterns during the Lantern Festival. Would Fulang be willing?"

The Lantern Festival was very lively in previous years, but he was only taken there once when he was a child, and his memory was a little fuzzy.

When he was older, he was naturally not allowed to show his face outside, and when he was married, his husband was not around, so he naturally couldn't go. Now that he said it like this, he really looked forward to it.

Wearing old clothes to go out with her husband would probably make her husband lose face, and he didn't want, didn't want her husband to look at other people in bright clothes.

Without thinking for long, Pei Xing agreed to the matter.

The massage didn't last long, and it was rare for Mother Lu to knock on their door outside: "It's time to get up."

Twelfth lunar month twenty-four, small year.

Today is very busy, buying new year's goods, sweeping the dust, making rice cakes, offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God, and the arrangements are full.

Pei Xing had already cleaned the room yesterday, only the lobby and the kitchen room were left to be cleaned, which was left to Lu Yiming and Pei Xing.

As for Lu's father and Lu's mother, after the two woke up, they went to the town to buy new year's goods. Things like these traditional customs still have to be done by the elders, so it is not easy to make mistakes.

"I'll come, you go sit over there and fold some stove ingots."

Lu Yiming frowned when he saw Pei Xing bent over, pulled him to sit on a low bamboo chair, handed him some paper for folding ingots, and gave him an easy task.

On the other hand, he bent down and took over Pei Xing's work, cleaning the tables and chairs in the lobby, sweeping away the cobwebs in the corners, and rinsing the pots and pans in the kitchen. His actions were methodical and extremely fast.

This is no easier than practicing riding and archery.

Lu Yiming looked at the clean and tidy lobby and kitchen. Although his waist was a little sore, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Husband, take a sip of tea and take a rest."

Pei Xing put down the origami in his hand, and gave Lu Yiming the hot water that had been put aside to enjoy the coolness. Now the water temperature is just right, and he won't feel his mouth burning.

Lu Yiming took it, and gulped down the water all at once, really thirsty.

It's not easy to clean up here, not to mention hurting the waist and freezing hands. In winter, the hot water is easy to cool down. It's too hot to wash the dishes. I can only see it cooling down a little bit. Even he feels cold, and it's even worse. Not to mention husband who is afraid of the cold.

His eyes stayed on the other person's hand, which has not been doing much work recently and has been rubbed with ointment. Now the calluses on the hand have basically disappeared, the dry and peeling hand has become much smoother, and the stubborn frostbite has not appeared this year.

Especially at night, it feels good to the touch.

Lu Yiming swallowed the water in his mouth, but stared at the opponent's hand with naked eyes, causing the opponent to secretly put his hand behind his back, not to show him.

The little guy only left him with an angry side face, and he didn't know that this appearance was even more cute in Lu Yiming's eyes.

"When father and mother buy the red paper, Xiao Xing will write the word "Fu", and I will write the couplet, how about it?"

The other party moved his ears, turned his head and widened his eyes, a little in disbelief: "But I am a brother, and my handwriting is not as good-looking as my husband's at all."

Most of the blessings and couplets during the Chinese New Year will be written by scholars in the village or town, and many scholars can make a small fortune for this. Pei Xing has never heard that his elder brother can also write blessings. It is true at this moment Surprised by your husband's proposal.

Lu Yiming approached the other party, smiling a little: "So what about my brother, does Fu Lang believe in my ability to teach people?"

After more than two months of study, Fu Lang likes to imitate his regular script, but also has his own unique characteristics, unlike his arrogance. impression.

Although it is not as good as calligraphy masters, it is more than enough to write the word "Fu".

The most important thing is that he wants to break the cage of Pei Xing's thoughts, at least in front of him, he hopes that this person can put himself in a relatively equal position with him, and not feel inferior to him because of his brother's status.

Pei Xing waved his hand quickly. He knew that her husband was not angry, but he still didn't want to misunderstand him: "Of course my husband taught well, but I, I don't dare. What if I don't write well? I wasted a piece of red paper. , the red paper is so expensive!"

He is really a miser, willing to spend a lot of money for him to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but he is very stingy with himself.

Lu Yiming pursed his lips and spent a lot of effort not to laugh, pretending to think: "Ah, what should I do? If Fu Lang writes a wrong page, I will punish you..."

Those who listened carefully to his words pricked up their ears, their eyebrows were knit together, and their faces were anxious.

He pinched the little rabbit's nose and finished the sentence: "Kiss me as a punishment."

Picking up people at the airport, seeing people blushing and not refuting, Lu Yiming happily picked up the ground glutinous rice flour and planned to go to the kitchen to make rice cakes. When he walked past him, there was a soft and waxy voice that was almost inaudible: " Husband, this is not a punishment, it is clearly a reward."

Making rice cakes is a traditional custom in Wuhe Village, which means that life and work are "higher every year". It is a traditional gift brought when visiting relatives and friends during the Spring Festival. It is a good luck.

Lu Yiming added an appropriate proportion of water to the glutinous rice. The amount of water was particular, as more or less would affect the viscosity and taste of the rice cake.

The glutinous rice agglomerates after mixing with water need to be sieved to make the glutinous rice agglomerates smaller.

Pei Xing lit a fire at the stove and boiled the water, and Lu Yiming put the sifted glutinous rice flour into the steamer to steam until cooked.

The clean and dry stone mortar was put aside, and after the glutinous rice was steamed, he introduced it into the stone mortar and beat it vigorously with a wooden hammer.

Pei Xing originally planned to wait for her husband to get tired and give him a rotation, but her husband froze for more than 100 hits by himself and didn't let him do it.

"call--"

Exhaling a turbid breath, Lu Yiming shook his sore arm, put down the wooden hammer in his hand and approached the stone mortar, and poked the white glutinous rice ball with his hand. It was moderately soft and hard, almost ready to make rice cakes.

He took the oily wax water he had prepared and smeared it on his palms so as not to stick to the glutinous rice.

When rolling rice cakes by hand, you can’t stop your hands, keep kneading, so that the glutinous rice can be better blended together, and the taste will be more glutinous.

"Husband, here comes the clear water."

Pei Xing put a bowl of clear water on Lu Yiming's right hand side, and the latter would sprinkle some water after kneading for a while, which can not only improve the stickiness of the glutinous rice, but also reduce the stickiness of the glutinous rice, so as not to waste it.

Lu Yiming picked up a small piece of glutinous rice ball, dipped it in brown sugar, and brought it to Pei Xing's mouth: "Open your mouth."

"Delicious!" The hot glutinous rice dumplings are very chewy, and the taste is even better after adding brown sugar.

Following Lu Yiming's method, Pei Xing rolled the glutinous rice balls with brown sugar, held them with one hand and put the other under the bottom, and sent them to Lu Yiming: "Husband, try it."

It's delicious, but it's a bit sticky.

Seeing that Pei Xing's ears were rosy, Lu Yiming seemed to be secretly pleased about something. He lowered his head and glanced at the place where he bit the glutinous rice dumpling just now, and realized that the other party's careful thinking did not expose him.

The kneaded glutinous rice balls are rolled into strips with bamboo strips wrapped in hot gauze, and the rice cakes are basically formed.

He mashed the red dragon fruit prepared in advance into red juice, dipped it with straw roots, and wrote a red pattern with the words "Luo Cai Jin Bao" on the surface of a large rice cake.

As for Pei Xing, he took the Chinese cabbage with only the roots left, dipped it in red juice, and printed patterns on a small piece of rice cake.

"This pattern is quite like a rose."

The root of the Chinese cabbage was cut off in the middle, and the cross-section was dipped in paint and printed, which really looked like that.

The rice cake decorated with patterns is hung on the bamboo weaving, and placed in a cool and ventilated place to dry in the shade. It can be stored in clean water tomorrow, but the water must be changed every day to prevent it from becoming sour and moldy.

Almost at the same time as the two put the rice cakes in the shade, Lu's father and Lu's mother came back from the town to buy new year's goods.

Mother Lu looked at the formed rice cake in surprise: "You guys are quick."

Six large pieces of rice cakes and six small pieces of rice cakes stand in a row, which is more than enough for them to eat during the New Year. The rice cakes can be stored for a long time, and three large pieces of rice cakes are enough for them to eat all winter.

Lu Yiming and Pei Xing helped Lu's parents and Lu's mother take off the basket, took out the fruit, candles, red paper and other things inside, and prepared the items to worship the Kitchen God later.

"This is the red paper you ordered us to buy before. In previous years, we would ask the Tongsheng of Li Zheng's family to write it. This year, we saved the money."

Mother Lu occasionally made some snacks for the two of them at night. Although she was illiterate, she still had eyesight, and she still had the ability to distinguish between good and bad handwriting.

Last year's couplets were still pasted on the door. Compared with Yiming, she still preferred Yiming's writing. She didn't know how to speak professionally, so she felt that her son's writing was more pleasing to the eye.

Yiming used some paper for practice and burned it as waste paper. She thought it was a pity, so she took it back and hid it secretly. By the way, she showed it to Father Lu, and got three "good".

The Lu family is not considered poor, and Lu's father has also been educated, so he naturally knows whether the calligraphy is good or not, and it is not to mention how gratifying it is to appreciate his son's handwriting.

But Yiming didn't know about this. They didn't want to put pressure on their son. It was the best if he could get in the exam. It's okay if he couldn't. They have a lot of fields, and it's good to be a farmer.

"It's still bright, let's go to the room to write couplets first, and we can post them tomorrow."

Lu Yiming dragged Pei Xing upstairs. Originally, Lu's mother wanted to ask Pei Xing to prepare the stove with her, but his son acted quickly and didn't give her a chance to speak.

She smiled and shook her head: "I don't know who this clinging to Fu Lang is like."

The desk is small and only has room for one person, so of course Lu Yiming gave Fu Lang priority.

Heck, he's very serious, he just wants to check how Fu Lang's recent homework is on the sidelines, not to see how many kisses he can get.

Pei Xing dipped in the ink, practiced the writing of the word "Fu" on the waste paper several times, and found the best state, and then moved to the red paper.

It was the first time I wrote the word "Fu", and my husband was "watching" from the side again, so he was a little nervous.

The square red paper was rotated 45 degrees. He took a deep breath and started to write. The strokes were connected very smoothly without any mistakes.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his slightly raised ears due to tension, and began to write seriously.

It's been a long time since I watched Fu Lang seriously write.

Since he went to study in the town, the desk at night has become a place for him to review the Seven Books of Martial Arts, Fu Lang also shifted the time for reviewing homework to the daytime, in order not to run into him.

Except for some little stars who don't know or write badly, he will take time to teach others, and he is basically invisible in the rest of the time.

The sky was getting dark, and the dancing lights fell on his face, adding brilliance to him.

The skin that was a little rough when I first saw it was now smooth, white and tender, as delicate as creamy fat, and it was not too shy compared to those ladies from all over the world.

As Lu Yiming thought about it, he kept moving his hands. Before he could react, he pinched the chubby face, which made someone anxious.

He looked down, and the strokes in the lower right corner of the word "Tian" that should have been included suddenly stretched downwards, abruptly destroying the wording.

Husband must have done it on purpose!

Lu Yiming could read his current thoughts from his face, he really didn't intend to make trouble this time, but he didn't explain, why not just a kiss for nothing.

He stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Fu Lang, and reminded: "One."

Pei Xingwei pursed his lips and didn't look at Lu Yiming, but he knew his husband well, which meant he acquiesced.

Being bullied and still being so obedient.

His fingers are about to move, and the fake troubles have a tendency to make troubles into real troubles.

Just as he was thinking about how to sneak attack, Pei Xing took a step away from him, looked at him with clear eyes and said, "Husband, I'm done."

Lu Yiming's outstretched hand was changed to hold the other party's brush, and he spread the couplet paper calmly in his hand, but he was thinking about other things.

Hey, it's a pity that I only got one chance to punish.

Pei Xing didn't know what Lu Yiming was thinking, he put away the dried red paper with blessing characters little by little, put them in a cage and stacked them neatly.

Seeing that the sky was dark, he silently walked to the side of the oil lamp, and lightly picked the wick for him as usual to make the light brighter.

Lu's father and Lu's mother only bought two pairs of couplets and planned to paste them on the lobby door and the gate outside the courtyard.

Lu Yiming didn't write any complicated couplets, and few people in the village could read and write, so some easy-to-understand couplets could attract people to stop and congratulate.

Throughout the year, since it is a Spring Festival couplet, there must be a couplet that reads "Welcome to the New Year", and the other Lu Yiming pondered for a while between "Auspicious stars shine brightly" and "All the best", and finally decided to write "All the best" couplets.

As a way of comforting his heart, Lu Yiming hoped that his family would be safe and sound.

Putting the dried Spring Festival couplets in a box, the two got up and went downstairs. Before reaching the kitchen, they could already smell the faint fragrance of Buddha wafting from it.

The statue of the Kitchen God on the stove has been replaced with a new one, and the old and faded paper is being burnt in Lu's mother's hand.

Candles and candle incense are placed in front of the Kitchen God statue, as well as cut sections of sugar cane, cake sugar, wine and meat, all of which are tributes to the Kitchen God.

"It's a coincidence that you came, I was going to call you."

Seeing the two of them coming down, Mother Lu asked people to stand in front of the Kitchen God statue for three prayers, silently reciting blessings, while she folded the stove ingot for the Kitchen God before burning it.

At the end, I added a sentence: "God of the Kitchen God bless you, all wishes come true."

The author has something to say: the days of celebrating the new year, sweeping the dust, and offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God are somewhat different in different regions, and there may be a difference of one or two days~