Chapter 153 The sour scholar comes to the door

The barbarians from Xiliang killed people!

The news spread all over the capital overnight.

The people in the streets and alleys are talking about this matter with great interest. They all talk about it vividly as if they were on the scene at that time. They can't wait to add more oil and vinegar to make it into a wonderful novel... Well, or is it stinky for ten thousand years?

"... You didn't see it! That man is so miserable!" Pork Rong, who sold meat on the street, rubbed his hands and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. He hit the pig-killing knife on the cutting board with a touch. He continued to say with an excited expression around the audience, "I heard that his hands and feet were broken, his tongue and eyes were dug out, and there was no complete place all over his body!" You didn't see that when it was carried out of the inside, the blood was spilled all the way, and the ground was red.

A fast-mouthed woman lowered her voice and mysteriously added, "I didn't see how miserable the man died, but I heard that most of those barbarians like masculinity and don't want beautiful women. They specially pulled a man to dress up as a woman, and then toss to death. . "

The crowd first made a crash, and then muttered with different expressions, showing ambiguity and disgust from time to time.

"Isn't it!" When it came to the rise of pork, a pair of eyes were shining, and the saliva was sprayed everywhere. "It's true that many people saw that when the man came out, he was still wearing a woman's underwear, and a pair of big feet and embroidered shoes. It looked really terrible. How can you say that the barbarian from Xiliang can do such a thing..."

The mother-in-law of the Pork Rong family was originally cooking in the room. As soon as she came out, she heard this and immediately said in a loud voice, "Sure enough, the barbarian is a barbarian, and it looks like the next one. Our emperor is really. Why did you let this person live in our city? This makes people feel uneasy!"

Immediately, the good thing took it with a smile, "Oh, Mrs. Zhu, I said you would be superfluous to worry about this. That barbarian doesn't like women. Isn't it safe for you? Even if he likes men..." The man looked at the fat meat with his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, opened his collar and exposed the disgusting chest hair. He said, "There are so many beautiful men in this city. I'm not going to like your man. You can put one hundred and twenty hearts."

"Bah!" Pork Rong's mother-in-law immediately put her hands on her waist and spat at the ground regardless of her image. At this point, she and Pork Rong are really not a family.

"If the barbarian dares to come over, I will caste him with a knife first!" The slightly fat woman said, and deliberately rolled up her sleeves to make a vicious cut look.

Everyone was scared by her tough appearance. After a while, she came over and laughed loudly. The topic suddenly turned to making fun of Pork Rong's daughter-in-law.

Since ancient times, gossip has been the best after dinner, which is really not wrong.

The weather was cold, and Shan Xiaowu didn't go out. When the snow stopped, I also went out to play several times. Later, I gradually lost interest and stayed in the hot room all day.

At this moment, she was sitting on the soft couch wrapped in fur and listening to the gossip heard from the market with relish, while she was busy stuffing food into her mouth. She is now busy looking for food as soon as she opens her eyes. She can't eat less. She is used to it.

A woman gathered in a circle, holding the stove in her arms, chattering at the same time, but also happy.

Of course, she has heard about Xiliang Post Hall. No one intends to hide it from her, that is, she will deliberately omit the bloody part when talking to her.

Shan Xiaowu knew that they were worried that she was pregnant. He didn't want her to hear these unlucky things, so he was not curious to ask. However, I have another thought in mind.

Originally, the death of a person was not a big deal for the court. Just throw it to the government to judge the case. However, this time the person died in the post hall, which is basically full of sergeants of Xiliang, which is sloppy. At any time, the two countries may evolve from a mode of peace to a mode of war due to too much internal affairs.

So under the emperor's order, Jing Zhaoyin, who thought he had been negligent, quickly wiped his cold sweat and took a large group of people to solve the case in the name of eliminating hidden dangers, and politely invited all the Xiliang soldiers to cross-examine one by one.

I don't know what the reaction is, but I can imagine that I can't see where to go.

In her opinion, although Wanyan is arrogant and arrogant, he will never be so unbearable in the market.

If you like masculinity and torture the little man, there must be someone behind the scenes. Rumors? There must be a source first, right?

I don't know which bastard came up with the idea. It's really creative. She appreciates him!

Ben Lei was happily drinking a little wine with the depressed Zhan Yue, and suddenly sneezed a big sneeze.

Looking up at the outside, it has entered the end of November, and it is starting to snow outside. Ben Lei put his finger under his nose and wiped it, thinking that the day was getting colder and colder.

A group of women on Shan Xiaowu's side talked about the excitement. After talking about the Xiliang Post Hall, there was no topic, so he turned to the weather. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside, everyone reached into the nearest charcoal basin to bake for warmth.

"It's really cold in this weather," Feicui baked her hands and pouted and complained, "Miss, remember to wear more clothes to avoid freezing."

Growing up in the warm south, this was the first time she saw snow falling. At the beginning, she couldn't stand the cold weather here like Dan Xiaowu.

"Of course. Didn't you see me wearing a round ball?" Shan Xiaowu smiled with the stove in his hand, and his eyes slipped around everyone's faces. "You guys usually walk outside, and you should also pay more attention to keep warm."

Yaoxiang and Qiqiao both had smiling faces, and Qiqiao put down the embroidery in his hand and joked, "With Madam, we will never freeze. The landlord will definitely listen to his wife and give us more clothes.

"That's it." Yaoxiang nodded with Feicui and looked at Shan Xiaowu eagerly.

"Since you all say so, if I don't give you a suit, it's just that I'm wrong," Shan Xiaowu poked the jadeite's head with a smile and said with a smile, "Wait, go to the warehouse to pick out your favorite cloth, and collect some fur of chickens, ducks and geese. I'll teach you how to make down jackets."

Yaoxiang and Qiqiao have never heard of down jackets, and even jade has heard it for the first time in so many years, so they feel fresh and pestered Shan Xiaowu about how to make it.

Shan Xiaowu didn't hide it. Anyway, it is definitely impossible for her to make clothes. She doesn't know how bad her hand is. She said that she wanted to make a down jacket, which was just a whim. At that time, she just moved her mouth, and the tailoring and sewing still had to be helped by Yaoxiang.

The winter in the south is not too cold, so this down jacket has never been useful. This year, she has found an opportunity to show her skills.

Shan Xiaowu planned to make one for Jinlin with his own hands. For the rest, please ask Yaoxiang and other servants in the house to help, so that everyone can have a warm and good year.

As for her hometown Yanzhou, she also has a plan. At that time, she will also prepare one for her parents and second brother Shan Baoqian, that is, it can't be used, but adhering to the principle of a bowl of water is flat, this dress must still be made - it is not guaranteed that her parents will also follow her eldest brother to live in the capital in the future, and it will be used at that time.

Thinking of Yanzhou, Shan Xiaowu's eyes are a little lonely. At this time in the past, she was still running around the streets, giving alms with her mother, and delivering food to the small people in the courtyard. It was really the happiest time of the year.

Alas, she began to miss her parents and second brother, as well as a large group of close uncles and aunts and little girls at home.

Reaching out his hand and gently stroking his slightly convex lower abdomen, Shan Xiaowu muttered in his heart: Baby, you should be more energetic and go home with your mother during the Spring Festival. Don't be naughty!

If you want to vomit, come back when you get home. Don't be so active on the road. She is really afraid.

After communicating with the small germ in the belly for a long time, several women discussed what they were going to prepare for a long time. Yaoxiang and Qiqiao listened very seriously. The cloth is ready-made in the village. As for the fluff of poultry, these can be collected in large restaurants or the homes of people who raise chickens and ducks. They should be able to make a lot of down jackets.

This matter made everyone very happy. Yao Xiang was even ready to find someone to collect fluff.

"Listen to what you said, we don't have to be afraid in winter with this down jacket. People here have said that the snow can be as high as a person's knees. The jadeite's small face made the charcoal fire red, which looked particularly cute, but he looked a little worried. "I heard that many people would freeze to death when it was the coldest in previous years. I don't know if it will be better this year? Yesterday, I also saw a lot of beggars wandering around barefoot..."

This topic was a little heavy. Yaoxiang and Qiqiao didn't answer, and the atmosphere cooled down for a while.

Shan Xiaowu put one hand on his chin and looked at the outside yard thoughtfully. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After breakfast the next day, the actionist jadeite and Yaoxiang took people to look for duck down in the vigorous capital, leaving only Qiqiao to accompany Shan Xiaowu.

When the porter came to inform Jiang Fengyan, Shan Xiaowu was clumsily learning to wear needles and threads with her stiff hands. She wanted to make clothes for her family in person, so she had to quickly make up for her hand was so rotten that she could not be seen, so as not to be too humiliated at the time.

"Huh? It's almost December. Why hasn't he come home yet? Shan Xiaowu was stared and almost didn't let the injured needle hit his finger. He quickly shrank his hand and said, "Let him in quickly. It's so cold. Don't catch a cold... catch a cold."

Although Jiang Fengyan is sour, he is not ambiguous in his work.

In addition to his pedantic personality, Shan Xiaowu actually likes this new friend.

Because he has met several times before, he will also come to visit 'Mr. and Mrs. Qi' from time to time after getting familiar with him, and will also bring some 'local specialties' - such as flowers he planted or paintings he painted by himself. But because he can't leave most of the time, basically every time he comes, he receives him with Benlei or Zhanyue.

To be honest, Shan Xiaowu found that she quite liked to watch Jiang Fengyan make himself blush and full of words, but she couldn't say why she was embarrassed.

A sense of accomplishment is amazing!

The servant took the order and soon invited Jiang Fengyan, who was only wearing an old faded sky-blue cotton-padded jacket and shrank into a ball. He hooked in his left hand, held a picture scroll, held a slightly broken paper fan in his right hand, half bent, and his hat was stained with a few unmelted snowflakes, and his face looked a little pale.

"Mrs. Qi, cough... Xiaosheng is polite." Jiang Fengyan said, couldn't help coughing a few times and bowed to Shan Xiaowu.

Shan Xiaowu quickly asked someone to move a chair to sit for him, and Qiqiao quickly poured him a cup of hot tea.

"A sour scholar, why are you here?" Does he want to freeze himself to death on such a cold day?

"Xiaosheng...cough...Xiaosheng promised to paint for his wife..." Jiang Fengyan coughed so hard that his lips cracked. He quickly poured down all the hot tea handed over by Qiqiao, which made him feel better.

He probably knew that he had a cold and was afraid of infecting Shan Xiaowu. He deliberately got up and walked a little far away, and then handed the scroll in his arms to Feicui and asked her to hand it to Shan Xiaowu instead.

Shan Xiaowu was stunned, and then frowned and raised his tone, "Say you are a dull scholar or take advantage of you, Yumu's head!" You can give the painting at any time. Why did you choose to come on such a cold day? You want to freeze yourself to death, don't you?

This sour scholar is really... fucking pedantic!

Jiang Fengyan was stunned by Shan Xiaowu's scolding. He didn't come to his senses for a long time. After that, he touched the back of his head and said, "I just painted it, I'm afraid I'll forget it..."

Single small five strokes.

Looking at his appearance, it was clear that he was sick and came to deliver the paintings desperately - she could no longer express her Spartan mood in words.

"Huh? Jiang Xiucai, are you here again? Suddenly, a joking voice came from the door, and the words were full of unconcealed jokes, or satire was more appropriate.

Everyone looked up coincidentally and happened to see Gui, dressed in a jade robe, walking in with his hands behind his back.

What he said was the thunder that followed him. He patted the snowflakes on his body carelessly with his hand, smiled white teeth, and stared at Jiang Fengyan. Jiang Xiucai, how are you doing?