[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

The place I took Ziming to is the most magical place I have found in Xiaoshengxianzhuang so far, the Banzhu Garden.

The environment outside the Banzhu Garden is beautiful, the air is fresh, green bamboos grow everywhere, surrounded by bamboo forests, there is an elegant small wooden house.

"Zizhen, I don't think there is anything magical here?" Ziming looked around curiously.

I took his hand, walked to a hidden place, and said, "Look carefully around the bamboo."

"...It's a bamboo shoot! It's actually a bamboo shoot!" Ziming exclaimed in surprise, and I hurriedly warned in a low voice: "Be quieter, there lives an old man with a strange personality, it is said that he is more terrifying than the old man Fu Nian. Don't mess with him."

"Worse than Grand Master?"

"He only eats children." I explained seriously, and Ziming immediately covered his mouth in fright.

The Banzhu Garden is indeed magical. It is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, and there are still delicious bamboo shoots growing here that can only be found in spring.When I saw it earlier, I wanted to pull out some bamboo shoots and go back to an inn to make chicken soup. Today, Ziming is here, so I just have an extra helper.

"Ziming, do you want to eat bamboo shoot stewed chicken soup?" I knelt down and pulled out the bamboo shoots, "Then help me pull out the bamboo shoots, and I will take you to the inn where I live, and make bamboo shoots stewed chicken soup for you to drink."

"Bamboo shoot stewed chicken soup?" Ziming nodded excitedly, "Okay, I like chicken-related dishes the most, especially roasted pheasant."

"Then we can make more, and bring a copy for Ziyu, and Second Master Yan."

"There are three masters!" Zi Ming added.

As soon as I heard Zhang Liang's name, I frowned and refused, "Ziming, you'd better stay away from Third Master."

"Why? Mr. Sanshi is very nice." Ziming was a little puzzled.

"What you see is only the surface." I still find it hard to tell about Zhang Liang's little shit, especially to a simple boy like Ziming.I had no choice but to falter and say: "He...may do bad things to you."

"What's the bad thing? Sanshigong helped me a lot." Ziming still didn't quite believe my words, and retorted in a low voice, "Sanshigong is the one who treats me the best here except Zizhen, you and Ziyu. people."

When he said this, his voice was very soft, but there was a trace of loneliness in his tone that could not be concealed.

I also had this feeling when I was thrown into a carriage by Master and sent to Xiaoshengxian Village.At that time, in addition to the hard work of traveling long distances, there was also the anger of being abandoned, and the loneliness after the anger subsided.I don't think Master will want me anymore, and no one in the world will want me anymore.I don't want to get back my past memories at all.

I just want to find a warm place, plant a few peach blossoms, sleep until the sun rises every day, wake up with wine and meat, eat, drink and bask in the sun all afternoon, take a bath at night and get under the covers... the best There is a handsome and gentle man who warms my bed, tells me dirty jokes before going to bed, and flirts with me for a while.

The best candidate is Yan Lu, but he seems to only speak Confucian classics. I don't want to listen to what Fu Nian said in the morning and have Yan Lu repeat it to me at night. It would be too painful.

"What are you two doing?"

Ziming and I had just dug the bamboo shoots and were wrapping them in his clothes when a red-skinned old man with an angry face walked out of the Banzhu Garden.It should be Xunzi who Zicong once mentioned to me, who has been hiding in the snow for ten years and hasn't shown his face.

The old man Xunzi was very angry and looked at us angrily.Fortunately, he didn't have a thing in his hand, otherwise he would have swung towards us long ago.

"Zizhen, let's run quickly." Ziming picked up the bamboo shoot with one hand and pulled me up with the other, "The strange old man who eats children has appeared."

"No hurry." I blinked at Ziming, then looked at the old man again, put on a respectful face and said, "Returning to Master Xun, the disciple is Zimu under Master Zhang Sanshi, this young man These are Zisi, we are here today to pull some bamboo shoots for Mr. Zhang San."

"That kid Zifang sent you here?"

"No. We decided this matter on our own, and it has nothing to do with San Shigong. Master Xun, please don't blame San Shigong. Disciple saw Zhang Sanshigong sleepy and convincing because he couldn't eat bamboo shoot stewed chicken soup, and described it as a big pain. I can't bear it, so I offended Master Xun and this half-bamboo garden, I'm really sorry."

I lowered my head pretendingly, pretending to be seriously repenting.

"I've known for a long time that Zifang's kid is a foodie, but I didn't expect him to be so greedy! It's ridiculous. I can understand why he wants to convince a girl. After all, he has reached the age of starting a family. Thinking of him actually thinking about this stewed chicken soup with bamboo shoots!... Forget it, you go back, next time I see him, I must scold him hard!"

"Thank you Master Xun." I held Ziming's hand and said seriously, "Zisi, let's go."

"...Yes, Zimu." Ziming followed me for a long distance, and only when there was no one left, he asked me in a low voice: "Zizhen, aren't we framing the Third Master by doing this?"

"Ziming." I raised my hand and knocked him on the head, and said earnestly, "This is to let the bad guys get their due retribution."

"But Third Master is a good person."

This little fellow Ziming was obviously blinded by that bastard Zhang Liang, and he is still saying good things for him. I guess I won’t be able to correct it in a while, so I simply gave up on education, shrugged and said : "Then let's give San Shigong a big bowl of chicken soup as compensation."

I took Ziming back to the Youjian inn where I was staying. To my surprise, some guests here seemed to be very curious about Ziming.Although Ziming is handsome and cute, he shouldn't be stared at by a group of people, and Ziming seems to know them too, and he wanted to reach out to say hello several times.

Weird!

"Yinxue, take these bamboo shoots to the back kitchen and order to cook a pot of bamboo shoot stewed chicken soup."

"Yes, son."

Yin Xue was about to leave, but I stopped her: "Wait."

"What else do you want, sir?"

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You secretly supervise the whole process for me. I'm afraid the back kitchen will steal the food. Don't bring it up and there will only be half left."

"Then what should I do if I find out that the back kitchen is stealing food?"

"Then we won't pay any rent these days."

"Good idea, son!"

"That is, go, go, I want to drink bamboo shoot stewed chicken soup earlier."

After Yin Xue left, Zi Ming was lying on the table, counting his fingers and playing, while a young man wearing a straw hat on the table over there was still looking at him.

I am absolutely sure that they must know Ziming.

"Hey, isn't this Ziming?" Shopkeeper Ding walked down the stairs with a big belly, and when he saw Ziming, he laughed from ear to ear, but Ziming didn't respond to his enthusiastic smile.Shopkeeper Ding was a little embarrassed, he smiled and looked at me again: "This is not... son... son..."

"Ovary." I answered for him.

Fortunately, I was still taking care of business with him, eating and drinking for such a long time, and he didn't even remember my name.

"Ah?" Shopkeeper Ding was obviously startled by me, and he realized it after a while, "Isn't Ovary Mr. Zhang Liang?"

"Zizhen is joking with you." Ziming pointed at me and said, "He is Zizhen, my best friend in Xiaoshengxianzhuang."

"It's Zizhen! Alas, my memory is not very good. I'm so sorry, Zizhen!" Treasurer Ding smiled naively, rubbing the back of his head.

I blinked my eyes and said, "Master Ding was joking. Ziming has only stayed in Xiaoshengxian Village for a few days, and it is the first time he has come to an inn. Shopkeeper Ding just went to the mountain to deliver meals and met him a few times. I can remember his name. But Zizhen lived and boarded in Youjian Inn, but shopkeeper Ding just thought I looked familiar, so he couldn’t even call my name. Is Zizhen too ordinary to impress... Or Ziming is too special, so it makes people unforgettable?"