Chapter 10 Good luck in the New Year

Rong Hui often walks around the door and gets acquainted with his disciples. After talking, several waves of people have fought in two groups. He has the intention to observe and remember it in his heart. Although it is a sight, the situation in the door is known. And he is alone, since he doesn't go to make peace. Others saw that he was cautious in his words and deeds, * thin, and did not take the initiative to attract him.

Yan Ling was skillful and as a cardamom, so she was sent to the needle line to catch embroidery products. Rong Hui knew that whenever the public secretary's family had a red and white wedding, the "too virtual view" always sent a screen out. Or "meal on the bridge", or "the peach to celebrate the birthday", or "the age of the pine crane", or "driving the crane to the west"... At the end, the fairy wind is ethereal, which means auspicious. After a while, the two of them became good friends.

This month, Xiaoxuan had something to do and didn't come back until childhood. It was cold and freezing, but she only wore a small coat and a lake-colored cloak. The legacy is independent and graceful. When passing the "Taiji Gate", someone suddenly heard complaints: "If you dare to burn incense for free, isn't this incense and ash accumulated? Don't you spend money to suffer?" Looking at the sound, Rong Hui was standing on the herringbone ladder to wipe the beams. There were two Taoist boys under the ladder, one with water and the other was handing a cloth.

Seeing that Rong Hui was actually working at the "Taiji Gate", she couldn't help sinking her face, snorted coldly, raised her legs and left. Rong Hui was so happy to see her come back. However, she was on duty and couldn't chat with her, so she had to see Qianying go away and continue to sweep the dust.

The custom of childhood is to write Spring Festival couplets and window flowers, and the "warehouse" sends door curtains and curtains to the left-behind disciples. Mr. Wang got a red satin door curtain embroidered with gold thread and a lake-colored gauze curtain. Rong Hui got two bamboo curtains. I heard that at the dinner party, he only ate two pickle buns at noon. After cleaning up, the dark wind was already blindfolded, and the sky was dark, and I went to bathe and change clothes. After dressing up neatly, I went to the canteen.

The stewers went to the small canteen of Taishimen, and there was only one stewed mother left in the big canteen. The mountain has always been vegetarian, but the New Year's dinner is particularly exquisite. Not only seasonal vegetables, but also rolls, braised goods and fried goods are also very rich. Sixteen tables, one table for eight people, divided into men and women. As soon as the gate closed, someone immediately took out the rice wine brought to the mountain. Everyone looked at each other and smiled with honor.

When the wine was strong, someone braved to toast the girl at the next table. Eat, drink and laugh, and don't break up until the update. The canteen and the courtyard were facing the street. The disciples helped each other, stepped on stilts across the middle street, went back to their rooms, and fell asleep.

Rong Hui slept very well and woke up the next morning. Other disciples took over their errands and were able to celebrate the New Year safely. However, he took the position of others and had to wash up in a hurry and go to the canteen for breakfast.

The canteen made noodles with soybean paste and soy milk. Rong Hui ate a lot. When he arrived at the Taiji Gate, Mr. Wang hadn't got up yet. Taking advantage of the enthusiasm, he practiced a set of boxing according to the Tuna method taught. This boxing is like a weak willow, drifting. Although he had no strength, he was so tired that he sweated profusely and gasped.

Two Taoist children stood in the porch and couldn't help clapping their hands. Rong Hui was very proud and asked them with a smile, "Don't just say yes, what's wrong?"

One Taoist boy shook his head, and the other said, "When Mr. Wang practiced until he was breathing endlessly, his whole body was sweaty and thin, and his armpits practiced with wind, it was almost enough!"

Rong Hui was ashamed and ashamed. It happened that Wang Lao shouted in the courtyard: "Monkey, where are you?" The two Taoist children went to serve Wang Lao's clothes and wash. Rong Hui knew that the girls in each courtyard understood him and would not bother him after childhood, so he simply practiced boxing outside the door.

This boxing method pays attention to looseness and softness. Although it only settles, advances, retreats, cares, looks forwards, holds, squeezes, squeezes, presses, picks, columns, elbows, and relies on the thirteen styles, but it includes the essence of boxing. As long as you calm your mind and calm down your mind, you can naturally regulate your inner breath and spit out new things.

He was practicing comfortably when he suddenly heard someone asking: "Master, wait a moment, please lend me a word."

Rong Hui stood up, spit out a turbid breath, and looked at the sound. The visitor was a young man. He carried a burden on his back, his eyes flashed, and he looked very clever. Dressed richly, but not noble, he is clearly a little man in a rich family.

Yong Hui came forward to return the salute. Before he opened his mouth, the young man had grabbed his hand and stuffed out a silver one before quietly explained, "I'm here to find Aunt Wei. Please lead the way!"

Rong Hui pinched the silver and was stunned, but he didn't know whether it was in accordance with the rules. He was embarrassed. At present, the figure shook, and the burning peach came out from nowhere. He directly took the young man's hand and said, "Brother, come with me!" Rong Hui was full of doubts and did not dare to let go, so he had to follow quickly.

The three went straight to the "Linfei Pavilion". Rong Hui waited outside the door and took the young man in by Zhuo Tao. Zhuo Tao nodded to thank him and offered Rong Hui a handful of pine nuts. Matsuko is a snack of a rich family. Rong Hui heard its name for a long time, and then he tasted it fresh. He didn't even taste three grains. When he ate the fifth grain, he felt like the original melon seeds. After eating the seventh grain and listening to the door shaft turning, the young man came out.

Rong Hui thought he went in to have an affair, but when he saw him put the burden, he knew that it was a gift. Taking a long breath, he was relieved. Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly took the young man out of the "Taiji Gate". The young man thanked him again and again, gave Rong Hui a silver hammer, and went down the mountain.

A silver ingot weighed seven or eight yuan. Rong Hui got two in a row in a moment. He was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and thought about it: "There are more than a dozen girls here, one seven yuan, ten seven taels... Good boy, it's really beautiful." For a while, I was obsessed with money and forgot Xiaoxuan's warning.

For a few days, there were continuous visitors, and there were also concubines and daughters of the family who sent things to deliver things. Some put down their bags and left, and some came directly to the carriage and moved the whole box down. After Rong Hui ran, he knew that some of them were hidden by the "golden house", some came out to avoid disaster, and some avoided the fetus. He counted the silver medal and went to the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.

Rong Hui knew that he could not escape from Wang Lao's eyes, so he took the initiative to make 16 pieces and asked him to give him filial piety. Mr. Wang leaned against the soft step and narrowed his eyes, glanced at a few piles of silver, and then carefully looked at Rong Hui. After a moment, he nodded and smiled: "That's right, good!"

"What's good?" Rong Hui muttered in his heart, "Did the former one get a reward and never pay it over?" But after listening to Wang's words of praise, he knew that this step was right, and he was secretly relieved.

"It also saved my New Year's money!" Mr. Wang sat upright and smiled sadly: "Well, you take six, you two 'little monkeys', five each!"

"Private collection of incense rewards" is a taboo in the door. If it is light, it will be blamed, and if it is heavy, it will be forbidden. And new disciples like Rong Hui will most of them be chased off the mountain. Now that things are "through the sky", the two Taoist boys are stunned and only laugh from their faces to their hearts. Rong Hui was relieved and thought that the five silver baskets he had hidden were also safe. He couldn't help taking a long breath and picked six small ones with a smile.

Wang Lao was a little relieved and knocked him with a smile: "Silver is indeed a good thing, but it's not who holds it. Look at those dignitaries who never bring silver. Who dares to say that he has no money? And those deacons in charge of accounts deal with silver every day, but they are afraid that others will say that they are rich! I gave you these six silver coins. Don't worry about spending them!" He also ordered the Taoist boy: "Bring a cup of tea for Xiaohui, and bring the preserves, dried fruits, walnuts and shortbread. It's okay. You can also spend the New Year with my old man.

How dare Rong Hui be? He stood up and went to make tea, sat down around Mr. Wang and listened to him tell him anecdotes. The old man also reached the age of messing with his grandson. At this time, three children accompanied him for the Spring Festival, and he could relieve his family's worries a little.

On New Year's Eve, dark clouds cover the roof, and the north wind is even sharper. Rong Hui got up before dawn. After a little grooming, he went to send his peace to Wang Lao. Mr. Wang had already made an appointment with severalliu shou keepers, and it was his turn to go to each family for the Spring Festival, so he avoided Rong Hui's errands and asked him to come back on the fifth day of the first lunar month. Rong Hui was full of joy. On the way back, his forehead suddenly cooled down, and it was snowing in the sky.

Today, I made dumplings in the big kitchen and called a group of female disciples to help first. The male disciple is still lazy in **, just waiting to eat. Rong Hui was fine and rushed to the canteen. A group of female disciples were really busy boiling water and cooking oil, cutting vegetables and fillings. It's hot and happy. The stewman's mother in the kitchen had just made up with a large pot of white flour, and several girls saw the fun and gathered around to knead the noodles.

The steward's mother saw that several girls were slender. She was afraid that they were not strong enough to be familiar with the noodles at noon, so she hugged the basin and pushed them off with a smile: "Kneading noodles is a hard job. Let's do something else!" While worrying, I suddenly saw a teenager coming outside the door.

Since ancient times, "a gentleman is far away from cooking", and the children from the big family will never come to help. Although she couldn't call her name, she also looked familiar, as if she saw a savior. She smiled and said, "It's here to help. Please rub my face for me!"

When Rong Hui saw the warblers and swallows in the canteen, he was worried about how to greet them. When he saw the steward's mother giving her steps, he was happy, but he looked very innocent. He shook his head and smiled, "I'm just here to ask for a bowl of hot water!"

The stewman's mother prepares meals for her disciples every day. How can she not know the "little nine nine" of these boys and girls? So he pushed the basin directly to Rong Hui and warned him with a smile, "Don't be lazy in front of so many girls. Otherwise, the dumplings will melt in the pot, and everyone will have to drink the vegetable filling!" He pointed to the two pottery bowls on the iron table and told him, "This is vegetable oil. If it touches the table, wipe it on. This is baking soda. If the face is thin, put some in it. Still afraid that Rong Hui would make a mistake, he picked a shrewd girl to help him.

The girls were shy and excited and coaxed with each other. Rong Hui blushed and didn't care who his assistant was. He quickly lowered his head. My head is hot, and I just want to look unrestrained so that I won't be laughed at. So he settled down, put his hands up, turned his wrists, and pressed down. The basin turned in his hand, and the basin turned down and knocked straight to the table. Bang--", a muffled sound made the table shake, and the table legs trembled and creaked.

The stewid mother was shocked and exclaimed, "Oh, my God, you are so careful. If something is damaged, I will pay for it!"

Rong Hui's eyebrows were slightly swollen, and then he knew that he had performed, and the girls were looking at themselves. He was ashamed and ashamed. He quickly held the basin and wanted to open and rub the dough, but he saw a slender hand suddenly pressing the bottom of the basin. Looking up from his arm, he saw a beautiful face, with eyes like a bright star, lightly angry and angry. It was Yan Ling.

Yan Ling stared at Rong Hui and smiled at the stew manager's mother: "I'll take care of you here. Don't worry. He hasn't washed his hands yet. Please bring a basin of hot water.

The steward's mother knew that they would come to help, so she was afraid that there would be too many people, so she cooked a large pot of soap pods early. Hearing Yan Ling's words, he suddenly realized that he went to scoop water to wash Rong Hui's hands and nagging him: "Look at your hair and irritable. If you splash your face full of pulp, it will be mine!" So he took off his linen apron and let Rong Hui put it on, which made the girls laugh.

Rong Hui was so ashamed that he only regretted coming to make fun. Fortunately, on New Year's Eve, it didn't hurt to make people happy. He calmed down, held the basin and slowly lifted it up. The pulp was not dry yet, and it flowed directly out. The table was so small that it almost flowed to the ground.

Rong Hui was shocked and quickly let go of the wooden basin and reached out to stop it. Left and right branches, like pancakes, spread more than half of the batter on the table. Yan Ling saw that most of the dough was condensed into a pimple and stained on the basin. She couldn't help frowning and complaining, "Mother Tao, how did you make the noodles? It didn't mix well." I had to pick up the wooden spoon, scrape out the pimples little by little, and mixed it with the white batter. After mixing dry and thinly, Rong Hui slowly mixed the white face into a ball.

The kitchen makes dumplings for hundreds of people, and the dough is also 20 to 30 kg, piled up on the table, like a hill, which is not easy to knead. Seeing that it was still early, Rong Hui was not in a hurry. He simply stood firm, poured his waist, breathed evenly, rubbed his face hard, and gossiped with Yan Ling, "Who else is there in your family?" What are your plans for the future? ......

The middle of the dough is under force and naturally extends to the side. As Yan Ling lifted the dough next to her and put it in the middle, she responded, "My parents and two brothers, both of whom work in the farm. The stewmer of the Grange seemed to have some friendship with the mountain, so he sent me here." Maybe I'll be working on the needle line in the future!" He teased Rong Hui again: "If you lack anything in the future, just open your mouth, and the price will not be allowed at all!" ......

Tao's mother looked around for a long time and saw that the two people cooperated well, so she was relieved to visit other places. The two hands were sometimes in contact. One felt that she was as tender and smooth as water, and the other felt that he was as warm as fire, but he pretended to be nothing and gossiped all over the world.

The world around Lianshan is restless, and there is no mulberry bamboo. Yan Ling said that growing up in the farm is naturally far away from each other. Since ancient times, ten miles have different styles and a hundred miles of different customs. Rong Hui asked Yan Ling, "How big is the farm? What did you do in the past?"

"That's a Datian village, with 1,000 mu of land." Yan Ling is like several treasures: "The chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep raised in Zhuangzi are a large group. I usually help pick up eggs, herd sheep, and beat pigs and grass!" She opened her eyes wide and asked with a happy smile, "Where are the deer? Have you ever seen the deer?"

Two people talked and laughed, and unconsciously passed an hour. The dough turned into pebbles and swelled around, which was not only extremely elastic, but also emitted bursts of fragrance. Tao's mother couldn't help praising: "This face is so soft that it can make steamed buns!" Seeing the sweat on their foreheads, he sent them to rest for a while and turned around to greet everyone: "Girls, the noodles have been kneaded and dumplings have been made."

The girls cheered. Some went to get a rolling pin, some went to bring vegetable stuffing, and some went to clean their hands. Xixi shouted happily. Rong Hui breathed a long sigh of relief and wanted to stand up straight, so he felt that his waist was numb. He couldn't help clenching his fist to hammer.

Yan Ling saw that his hands were full of scum and stopped him: "Wait, don't touch it!" I brought hot water in person to help him clean his hands. Rong Hui felt warm in his heart, reached into the basin, rubbed two handfuls randomly, clenched his fists and beat his waist. He couldn't help complaining, "My little waist, I have to go back and lie down for a while!" He bowed and beat his waist and staggered out of the door.

Someone had already bolted the door of the canteen. Rong Hui went up and opened the door. He only felt a strong bump, and the door suddenly opened. The north wind was blowing outside the house, and snowflakes swept into the house. The cold wind made him shiver and couldn't help taking two steps back. When he came to his senses, he hurried out and pulled the door.

Yan Ling's eyes are quick and hands are quick, and she follows to tame the door. The door closed and the wind roared, and the room was quiet. The girls couldn't help laughing when they saw him funny. Mother Tao covered her face and smiled and greeted everyone to roll bread and dumplings.