A little sweet through the fragrant

Business in Fucheng is easier than in Yu County. If Liu Xiaotian sets up a stall, there are few things, and one person can be busy.

The house has a small door, and he is also a shop, which can sell more oden and lo-mei, and one person can't do it.

Saving silver to help, did not add trouble.

Sometimes the oden is still cooking, and the guests are waiting impatiently, and the money can be coaxed, and the calls of brothers and sisters are sweet.

I don't know who I learned from, some of them are from the generation of uncles and aunts, and I am surprised when I am corrected, saying that I look young, it is my brothers and sisters, not my uncles and aunts.

He makes people happy. Oden cooking is too small a business to attract people's jealousy. Since the shop opened, it has not encountered any troubles.

Liu Xiaotian praised Cunyin, and told Ye Cunshan about the monthly money he wanted to give to Cunyin, "I'm not profitable, so I won't ask a high price."

It may be one tael of silver or one tael or five dollars.

This needs to be discussed again, but Ye Cunshan didn't agree directly, and went home after taking the things.

Liu Xiaotian used to work as a helper in their house, and the monthly payment was almost two taels. At that time, it was calculated on a daily basis, and the work was done on the day, and he was given a copper coin.

Chu Yin only works half a day, because he rarely has free time for half a day at work, and because Chu Yin is doing well, he is willing to give more.

This amount is nothing to the family.

The pocket money that Yuncheng gave to the deposit now, calculated in pieces, was one or two taels of silver a month. He wanted him to buy food and play, and he could go to the teahouse to sit and listen to books when he had time.

At the very beginning, Liu Xiaotian hadn't said that he wanted to hire someone, but Yuncheng asked Liu Xiaotian to ask for it when he wanted to play with the bank. At that time, he said to help, but now that he gave the monthly money, it was a bit hard to force people to come to him to make money. a feeling of.

I had an exam today, and I stayed at the government school to discuss with my classmates about the next poetry meeting. I made another detour on the road, and when I came back, dinner was served at home.

Yuncheng waited with Cunyin for a long time, but no one came back. He thought he would go to Mr. Peng's after school, so he ate early.

When he entered the door, he was asked if he had eaten or drank, and Ye Cunshan answered them one by one.

Cunyin came over to pick up a can of soup base and two boxes of stewed vegetables, Ye Cunshan put his schoolbag on the sofa in the main room, went to wash his hands and came back, Yuncheng filled him with rice and soup.

The rice is so dense that you can't even poke it with chopsticks.

He took a sip of the soup, and said about the exam that both of them were most concerned about, "No problem, I think the teacher's face is not bad."

What Yuncheng was really worried about was not Ye Cunshan's grades, but it was linked to his grades.

He thinks that Ye Cunshan is quite "Longaotian", able to endure humiliation, and will not turn the internal friction of resentment and incompetence into a steady stream of motivation.

But when he just returned to Fucheng, his learning posture really scared Yun Cheng.

In this season's exam, Ye Cunshan told him directly that he must never pass the exam, so he was inevitably worried about Ye Cunshan's mentality.

Fortunately not.

Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked him to eat first.

Ye Cunshan responded, and he hid the ambiguous words brought by the teacher, not to Yun Cheng.

He asked Yuncheng if he wanted hot soup base, so that he could cook Oden at home.

Yuncheng's appetite has dropped a bit recently. At first, he couldn't eat his favorite fish, but he thought about it for a while. Later, he could occasionally have spicy food for a change, which was fine.

Now it's as if I'm tired of eating, and my mouth has no taste. I like oden and lo mei.

There are dishes prepared in the kitchen, for fear that they will have to cook supper at night.

I saved the silver and put the bowls and chopsticks in the past to wash the vegetables, and also cut some meat, and made it myself, without inserting bamboo sticks, and prepared the vegetables and cooked them directly.

Taking advantage of the child's absence, Ye Cunshan talked to Yuncheng about the monthly money.

"Liu Xiaotian said that he would give it a couple of dollars, but I didn't agree right away. I'll listen to your opinion."

Before depositing silver, he also said that if he only worked for half a day, he could do it for a long time.

It's really been a long time now, and it's not justified to be a helper all the time, Ye Cunshan feels that it's not a good time to raise the money.

Yun Cheng said it was nothing, "Xiao Tian is very strong, he said, he did the calculations himself, let's just agree, anyway, there will be a lot of contacts in the future, maybe Yuan Mo will write the script later, and I need my help. "

Yuan Mo's temperament is too weak, and his limitations are obvious. He can only write books with scholars as the protagonists, with academies and imperial examinations as the main background.

Yun Cheng is not worried about the sales popularity of this kind of script. Yuan Mo can even write for a lifetime. If he maintains his level, he will always have food.

The key point is that Yuan Mo is different from him. On the basis of the story, he will also ensure the excitement of the drama. This step is very exhausting and the cost performance is extremely low.

It's not easy to dampen Yuan Mo's enthusiasm for writing now. He is already writing the second volume of "The Number One Scholar". He can wait until the end of this script to ask Yuan Mo about the focus of the story.

Not to mention that I must change my writing style and writing habits, at least change to a silly, sweet and brainless article in the middle to rest my mind.

After chatting about this, Cunyin also came back with side dishes.

Ye Cunshan didn't eat well when he was out today, and he was late at night, so he was very hungry, so he started to eat and didn't gossip.

After the meal, Yuncheng called Cunyin, told him about Liu Xiaotian's monthly payment, and told him the amount, "Don't ask for more than this, if he insists, let him come to me. "

What Yun Cheng said was one, two, five dollars.

The standard of living in Fucheng is higher, but not too outrageous.

Ordinary people's homes are not like them. They can have meat dishes every day and stew soup every other day. The annual expenditure of the family is only ten or twenty taels.

On this basis, the monthly payment will naturally not be very high.

Cunyin nodded, "I know, I only work half the day, and brother Xiaotian doesn't give me chores and heavy work, so I just collect copper coins there, chat with customers, and I don't feel tired."

He wanted to go out to play by himself, and it would be nice if he had money.

Fearing that he would be overly enthusiastic, Yuncheng said again: "You don't want to stay anymore, you have to tell in advance, you can't just leave, let him be unprepared."

Cun Yin also nodded, "Okay, it's close anyway."

There is nothing else, they can rest after washing up.

After Ye Cunshan finished the exam, he picked up the books again, and there was also a gradual process. Today and tomorrow, he only recites the books and does not write articles.

After Yuncheng finished his walk, Ye Cunshan also climbed onto the Kang before lying down for a while.

Tell Yuncheng about the poetry meeting and use it as material for him.

As a result, Yuncheng couldn't help laughing when he heard that he wanted someone to block the poem. Ye Cunshan touched his face and said, "Don't laugh."

Yuncheng stopped laughing, and told Ye Xiaoshan not to be afraid of losing face, "Just go play and relax."

Ye Cunshan was not nervous either. He had a thick skin and would feel ashamed because of his shallow knowledge, but he would not feel ashamed because he didn't know it.

Everything needs to be accumulated, and what he lacks is what he lacks.

"I'm just very surprised. They clearly said that there will be elementary school students coming to participate in the poetry meeting. Today, they assigned tasks. They asked everyone not to worry about drinking and having fun, and always pay attention to whether other students were pinched by others. I just wanted to ask."

Without primary school students, how could he have a relationship with others.

If you don't want to make a relationship, how can you reveal that you are a granary student.

If he doesn't reveal that he is a janitor, how can he earn that janitor money.

This is a very important thing.

Yuncheng was also thinking, "Yeah, your No.1, isn't it the most practical right now?"

All other names are false.

It's okay to have a lot of fun, after all, it can't make up a small three yuan.

Live a life, or money is real.

Ye Cunshan said that at that time everyone was talking about how to deal with the students from the outer courtyard, and it was difficult for him to ask.

After he came out, Du Zhichun was also in high spirits. He asked how vulgar he was.

"You can only watch it tomorrow when you enter the venue."

Yuncheng was sleepy while chatting with him, and it took a while to realize, "That's not right, Ye Xiaoshan, the government school is a government school, and there are all students in it, so aren't the other academies all primary school students?"

Teach enlightened children and children of all ages.

Ye Cunshan said that some people were students who were not assigned to government schools and did not want to go to county schools.

"You don't need to move around much, the student status is transferred."

After all, there are still many students who are not studying, and they will rush to come when there is an exam.

Yuncheng said "Oh" and continued to close his eyes.

He was originally holding Ye Cunshan's arm.When lying on his side, Ye Cunshan hugged him from behind, with his arms on his waist and abdomen.

He could just hold this arm, which felt quite safe.

But he lay there and felt pain in his chest.

It was also a little swollen during the day, he put it with Chuyin today, I am embarrassed to mention it, and the symptoms are mild, so forget it.

It feels a little more serious when I sleep, I don't know if it is pressed.

He wants to switch sides with Ye Cunshan.

To switch sides, he would lie on his side in a different direction.

Once you get used to a sleeping position, it is difficult to change it.

Usually facing inwards, but now facing outwards, his left arm could not resist the pressure. Before lying down for a while, his whole arm was numb, and he switched sides again, and his chest hurt even more.

Ye Cunshan asked him what's the matter, Yun Cheng pursed his lips and said something very low.

Ye Cunshan didn't hear clearly.

He stopped talking until he heard Yuncheng clearly. He lay down again and stopped holding Ye Cunshan's arm. He thought that his small movements would not attract attention, so he gently rubbed his chest.

Ye Cunshan: "..."

"Yun Xiaocheng."

Yuncheng froze.

The hand moved down very carefully, and was covered by Ye Cunshan's hand, just like being grabbed by someone and rubbing his chest.

Yun Cheng: "...Let me tell you, I only give you one chance. When you count to three, you will let go, or you will sleep on the sofa tonight."

Ye Cunshan moved, "You count."

Yun Cheng: "Three."

Ye Cunshan:? ? ?

Yuncheng struggled and asked him to let go, "You sleep on the sofa tonight, no discussion!"

He struggled so hard that Ye Cunshan didn't dare to make a fuss with him, so he let go immediately, sat up and looked at the group of cats in the bed, was confused for a while, then lay down with peace of mind, put his big hand there, and asked Yun Cheng Not uncomfortable.

"You tell me, I'll rub it for you."

Yun Cheng nodded without saying a word.

Always shy in strange places.

He has great strength. The husband and wife were familiar with the strength when they massaged each other before. At this time, Ye Cunshan lightened it up. Yuncheng didn't feel sore from the massage, but it was soothed. He slowly relaxed and felt sleepy again.

Ye Cunshan let him sleep, and Yuncheng wanted to find a place before going to bed, "You can't take advantage of me."

Ye Cunshan nodded, "Don't worry, I won't."

At this time, he was not in the mood to take advantage.

Yuncheng was really relieved, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, Ye Cunshan didn't get up early, and slept in with Yuncheng, still rubbing his hands.

If it doesn't hurt, you can't knead it.

Rubbing Yuncheng felt it, and he woke up when he pinched it, so he clapped his hand.

"Don't mess with me."

After a while, remembering his embarrassing incident last night, he blushed again.

Ye Cunshan said that he would take him to see the doctor in the clinic in the morning, but Yuncheng didn't want to go. He remembered that the doctor said, "It's normal."

When he first found out that he was pregnant in Kyoto, he had already asked the doctor about many pregnancy reactions, among which was chest pain, which Yuncheng didn't worry about.

In this day and age, my brother doesn't produce milk and doesn't have big breasts, so he thought he wouldn't have chest pains.

Many pregnancy reactions come to him and can be adjusted.

For example, retching and nausea, as long as he doesn't eat fish or strong-smelling food, he will be fine.

For example, edema, he sits for a long time and stands for a long time. When he usually sits on the sofa and reads, he just needs to use the foot pillow to elevate his lower limbs.

Although the chest pain is unexpected, it is okay to rub it more.

Ye Cunshan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Saying that he will help Yun Cheng more in the future is like playing hooligans.

Not to mention helping, but also very blank.

Yun Cheng didn't want to get entangled with him, so he pushed him up, "Don't you have a poetry club?"

Ye Cunshan: "The poetry meeting will be at lunch."

From noon onwards, food and wine are served just like the flowing water banquet.

This time it was for exchange and exchange of ideas, I didn't ask the prostitutes to accompany me, I asked someone to play the piano and play music, to add to the fun.

To put it bluntly, I was afraid that I would lose face if I lost.

Ye Cunshan said that there are still some lo mei, and when he goes in the afternoon, he will take it along with him, and if someone eats it well, he will come out to buy it again.

"I haven't told Liu Xiaotian yet. Seeing that he has prepared a lot of dishes at home, there will be time, and it is very likely that those talented people will buy the soup base directly."

If you buy it, you can cook it however you want, and you don’t have to use the same pot of ingredients as the street shops, which makes you hate dirty.

This is all right, within the scope of one's ability, just help with the sales, it doesn't matter if it succeeds or not.

There was nothing serious in the morning, Ye Cunshan saw that Yuncheng really didn't want to go to the medical clinic, and he was worried, so he went out to buy pens and ink on the pretext, went around to the medical clinic, sat in line and asked his pregnant husband if the chest pain was normal and how to relieve it.

Many people get sick during the season change, Ye Cunshan's question got many people's surprised eyes, it's because he has never seen any man who loves Fulang so much, or has never seen any man who can ask this question by himself.

Distressed and shameful, I feel ashamed to ask.

Fortunately, this doctor remembers Ye Cunshan.

The frequency of Yuncheng's reexamination is high. He is beautiful and bright, and Ye Cunshan is dark and tall. They are a very recognizable couple.

A while ago, the aunt in charge of the family came to give gifts, saying that the young master was pregnant with the child and was afraid of having a fit in the middle of the night, so she would knock on the door at that time, and hoped that he would not be disgusted and could make a trip at night.

The gift was generous, and there was an apology, saying that someone from Kyoto would also come, it would depend on the situation in February, and I hope he can spare time.

Usually it is the rich and noble families who make such a decision, and the doctor agreed without so long in advance.

He confirmed that it was Yuncheng, and told Ye Cunshan some precautions and mitigation methods.

Ye Cunshan went home immediately, forgetting the purpose of his coming out. Seeing that his hands were empty, Yuncheng covered his chest vigilantly, but it was useless. Ye Cunshan, who was still poured with hot water, dragged him into the back room and gave him hot compresses.

It's been a long time.

If he didn't sleep and teased him, he would be scolded as a dog.

Ye Cunshan is definitely not boasting this time, not a dog with a male waist, or a kind of dirt dog on the side of the road, who can be kicked by anyone.

He asked Yuncheng to be reasonable, "I didn't take advantage of you, didn't I want you to be more comfortable?"

Yun Cheng's eyes were red with embarrassment, "That's not possible at night, look at the sun outside!"

Ye Cunshan reminded him very friendly: "It's cloudy today, and it might rain in the afternoon."

Yuncheng beat him.

Reluctant to use force, he didn't even leave a finger mark.

Ye Cunshan asked him to lie down obediently, "Sitting and looking at me face to face will make you feel even more uncomfortable."

Yun Cheng was about to sit, he leaned against him, took the coat and covered his head, he could see something vaguely through the slits of the fabric, but Ye Cunshan couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He said to Ye Cunshan, "Although you treat me well, I still want to scold you."

Ye Cunshan: "Well, keep scolding, I love to listen."

If Yuncheng scolds him as a dog again, he still has to interact with people, "Wow, woof."

Yun Cheng: "Ye Xiaoshan, do you want to lose face?"

He really wanted to record it.

Ye Cunshan couldn't help being teased by him, "Then what should I do? Applause, good scolding, a few more words?"

Yuncheng didn't want to scold anymore, and asked him how long it would take to apply.

Ye Cunshan didn't know how long it would take to apply it. He was going out at noon, and Yuncheng felt embarrassed during the day, so he applied it twice more. After changing the hot water twice, he saw that it was about the same time before he wiped Yuncheng Wipe the water and put on clothes for him.

To go to a poetry meeting, you must dress decently.

Ye Cunshan didn't wear the blue shirt, unless it was on an important occasion, there was a ceremony or something, he would not wear that shirt again, it was very disrespectful to him.

She is wearing a blue robe, with a belt that is tied up, and a skirt underneath, which moves, very chic.

Ye Cunshan is not as refined as ordinary scholars, and his upper body clothes look a bit bold and quack.

It is better than a book-length robe.

Yuncheng saw that he chose this outfit, and was afraid that he would appear high-profile when he entered the arena. Ye Cunshan said no, "Du Zhichun has held back for too long, maybe he will wear silver flowers today."

Yuncheng didn't say anything.

The weather was cloudy, and it was said that it was going to rain, but it didn't come down. Cunyin had to go to work in the afternoon, and after dinner, Aunt Pingzhi came home to accompany Yuncheng.

Listen to his curious poetry meeting, and tell him about it.

The Cheng family has a young master who will participate in poetry gatherings in Kyoto, and even the Grand Master's Mansion will organize poetry gatherings.

Poetry reception for young masters and tea party for young ladies.

It has been done in the mansion and in the garden.

Yuncheng said that it was a competition with other academies, so Aunt Pingzhi asked Ye Cunshan how he was drinking, "This competition is a competition of all aspects."

Ye Cunshan's drinking capacity is Schrödinger's drinking capacity.

There are good days and bad days.

Yuncheng recalled it carefully, it's okay to drink too much rice wine, and it's okay to drink too much bad wine, but you can't drink too much alcohol with high alcohol content.

For example, the Taoyuan wine he brewed for Ye Cunshan was so intoxicating that Ye Xiaoshan would feel stupid if he drank it.

Thinking of his stubbornness when he was drunk last time, Yuncheng smiled unconsciously.

Aunt Pingzhi looked at him, and also smiled, "But don't worry, I think he is very measured, depending on the situation, he won't drink too much."

Yun Cheng just shook his head, "He loves wine, so don't worry, it's true, he tastes good wine, he doesn't get drunk, let Mother Zhen prepare him a hangover soup."

On the other side, Ye Cunshan also came to the garden of this poetry meeting.

Coincidentally, it was the garden where he brought Yuncheng and Cunyin to play last time, and the autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom.

He probably knew the theme of this poetry meeting, so he entered the venue calmly.

He picked up a lost elementary school student in the garden by chance, and Ye Cunshan acted very friendly out of the desire to earn money and save money.

He didn't even hate anyone - he could get lost on such an acre of land, it's a miracle that he didn't get lost outside.

The elementary school students are also very friendly to him, "Although the face of the senior is dark, but the heart is very good."

Ye Cunshan smiled, "My brother is as old as you."

But than you can speak.

Ye Cunshan also has the art of speaking, "You are all very cute."

Xie Yanqing was tired of hearing such compliments, and smiled politely. After entering the arena, he politely said goodbye, and ran to the crowd of elementary school students, chattering that he had just lost his way while admiring the flowers, and was brought back by a kind-hearted senior. , smile again.

Ye Cunshan: "..."

It doesn't matter, this one is not interesting, he will change it to another one.

Du Zhichun came before him and had already had a drink with someone.

He had developed a capacity for alcohol since he was a child, and before he started, he drank two scholars. Ye Cunshan heard someone scold him for being shameless, saying that he deliberately played tricks.

As if there was going to be a conflict, Ye Cunshan wanted to help, but Du Zhichun didn't need it at all.

He put the wine glass on the table heavily, as if smashing the glass, the lid of the wine pot was shaken off.

He said: "Then let's compare our talents and learn from each other."

Because of Du Zhichun's situation here, needless to say the polite and cruel words at the beginning, the other party's anger was quickly stirred up, with his chest held high and his head held high, he read out a passionate poem declaring war.

People like Ye Cunshan, who seldom participated in poetry gatherings, knew that this was not done on the spot, but prepared in advance.

It's a pity that they met Du Zhichun, a person who loves poetry meetings very much.

He has a whole volume of opening poems like this kind of opening poem!

Anyway, at the government school, only one classmate, Ye Cunshan, came from Yu County. Du Zhichun felt no pressure to use old poems—everyone wrote them first, and no one said anything.

At the beginning of the comparison, there is a posture of fighting on wheels.

But Du Zhichun is a ruthless person who has one volume of setting poems and seven or eight volumes of idle poems, and in this environment, he can display twice as much talent as usual.

He even composed poems on the spot, fighting the crowd with words.

He did the poetry that was discussed yesterday.

It was agreed, if he wanted him to provoke the other party, so that people would not dare to ask them to compete in poetry again, he did it.

When it was over, an hour had passed, Du Zhichun's voice was hoarse, and he was still shaking his folding fan, "Come on, come again!"

Everyone present: "..."

Ye Cunshan silently took a sip of his wine.

Du Zhichun was really holding back his madness.

The battle here was fierce, and Ye Cunshan was also watching, fearing that those people would get emotional, so he couldn't hold back his hands.

Now to comfort myself, I can't be too proactive, it's worthless if I take the initiative.

And he had a premonition that the scholars from the three private schools were defeated by Du Zhichun alone in the competition of poems.

Then after the intermission, you have to find a place to write an article.

If he guessed correctly, it will be a war of words later on.

Ever since he was studying, he has always been on fire in his heart, wanting to be successful and not to be bullied.

Only when Yu County was studying, the atmosphere was relatively relaxed, and he could get a short-term relaxation, and he would find that he was studying well, showing a little youthful spirit.

Knowing that he still has a lot of shortcomings, when he and Yun Cheng first got married, he had to boast that he was ranked first in the academy for his talents, and those who had studied for many years were not as good as him.

He didn't have close relationship with Du Zhichun in the past, he went to the poetry meeting, but he didn't take it seriously, and said that this young master can really show off.

Before today's poetry meeting, he didn't think too seriously, he looked like he had nothing to do with him, and even wanted to desert to make money.

But at this time, his youthful spirit that was hidden deep in him was awakened again, and he wanted to let it go for a while, to see if he could suppress the arrogance of this group of talented people and show off his prestige when he competed with others on the spot.

The intermission time was slightly longer, and Du Zhichun was exhausted, as were the other scholars.

They are not on the field, but they have to stare nervously, fearing that the friendly students will lose suddenly, they have to catch up in time.

The few who don't know how to write poems, like Ye Cunshan, are always ready to stand up or help if they are afraid that someone will do something under emotional stimulation.

The seats are divided into two ends, and there are elementary school students on the other side of the private school to watch, it seems that there are many people.

The prefectural school here is to select people with good talents and knowledge, and there are not many people who make up the number, so it seems that there are few people.

After Du Zhichun took his seat, he gained a lot of admiration. The laughter here was so loud that the whole room couldn't hold it.

Scholars in private schools can't feel their happiness, they just think they are noisy.

Ye Cunshan took the opportunity to promote braised vegetables.

He bought out all the stewed vegetables in Liu Xiaotian's shop yesterday, packed two food boxes, cooked oden at home at night, didn't touch much of the stewed vegetables, and brought two food boxes.

If you want to sell, it doesn't matter whether you are an enemy or a friend.

There are scholars from government schools, there are scholars from private schools, and there are elementary school students.

Primary school student Xie Yanqing sent a good person card to Ye Cunshan, "He is kind-hearted and broad-minded, and he will become a great weapon in the future."

Ye Cunshan: "..."

When he was a primary school student, he didn't have such virtues.

The author has something to say:

qwq miscalculated the number of characters, thought it was [-], but found it was [-], so I came a little late

There are only these two chapters today, and the highlights of Xiaoshan will be saved until tomorrow

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