Chapter 29 Is Fine

  Six or seven handsome young men clustered around four horse-drawn carriages passing by on the street, very eye-catching.

  As the New Year approaches, more and more people are going out for excursions, especially the ladies from wealthy families.

  Even though there were many people on the street, the Chen family's group still attracted countless admiring glances.

  Young men led the way in front and protected behind, the carriage curtains blown by the wind occasionally transmitted the laughter of women, as well as the sparkling of golden hairpins and jade.

  Pedestrians on the street give way.

  "It's still before the plum blossoms are in full bloom, why is the Chen family going out on a trip?" someone by the side of the road asked.

  When a noble family goes out for a trip, in order to avoid some people who are not good at seeing things bringing unnecessary trouble, there are signs on the carriages and horses.

  Ordinary people can't recognize it, but wealthy families and some literate or those who want to cling to wealth, or street rascals who make a living by cheating, naturally remember it in their hearts.

  The Chen family's horse was soon recognized by people.

  The traffic on the road has become much smoother and faster.

  "Perhaps it's for the canary?" someone said seriously.

  A burst of laughter erupted around him.

  Mr. Chen's family makes excellent Huang Que (a type of pastry), which has become a well-known fact among the people of Beijing.

  The yellow sparrow, a wild game, has always been used by rural folks to satisfy their cravings for meat, and has never been served in refined settings. However, since the Chen family's delicious yellow sparrow dish was made known, various restaurants in the capital have followed suit, but it doesn't taste particularly special.

  Those who have tasted Chen's Yellow Sparrow pointed out that Chen's Yellow Sparrow has a secret recipe, which made everyone even more curious.

  Chen Xianggong's reputation became even more renowned.

  It is said that a wine shop spent a thousand gold coins to buy Chen Jia Huang Que's secret recipe.

  This joke was timely and interesting, Qin Langjun in the crowd also burst out laughing, turned his head to look at Zhou Liulang.

  "This cousin of yours is really interesting," he said.

  Saturday Lang's smiling face suddenly fell.

  "You really are, always thinking of her in your heart. I've heard enough, if others were to hear this, what would you do?" He said with a hum.

  Qin Lang Jun just smiled.

  "That's just the way it is," he said with a smile. "What a pity, actually you old Shaanxi Zhou should have changed your name to Zhou Huangque, but was preempted by the Chen family."

  Zhou Lang frowned.

  "What's this got to do with anything?" he asked, urging his horse forward.

  Qin Lang urged his horse to hurry up.

  "Do you think Chen Que'er is really surnamed Chen?" he said, swinging the reins. "You didn't eat early or late, but as soon as your cousin came in, she started eating. Don't forget, you snatched away that little food thief."

  Little Fatty's Wife...

  Fried food...

  It was mother who taught me, it was mother who taught me...

  It was made by my mother... It was earned by my mother treating illnesses, it was taught to me by my mother...

  It's her again!

  Zhou Lang's face was tense, he gripped the reins tightly, apparently also thinking of it.

  "How greedy you are!" he said slowly.

  "Exquisite as this is." Qin Langjun added a sentence, "No matter where you are, you can be at ease and content, with the brush bringing life to the flowers."

  Zhou Lang turned his head and looked at him.

  Qin Langjun raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly.

  "That's right, she is," he said. "Having a sister like her is something to be proud of."

  Zhou Lang turned his horse's head around.

  "I won't go to admire the plum blossoms. What's good about withered trees and old branches? Only women like that sort of thing. I'll go hunting in the mountains instead." He said, urging his horse on as he left.

  Jing City, eight miles outside the suburbs, is where Moshang Temple is located. At this time, the temple was crowded with tourists, filled with laughter and chatter.

  "...The immortal threw down the peach pit and flew away, at this time everyone realized it was too late to shout 'stop'... A young man laughed and said, 'From then on, only this temple of 'Stop' remained.'"

  The women around her nodded and smiled in agreement.

  "Fourth brother, what you said is not interesting. This temple was first a stele and then a temple, this stele also has a great origin...this stele...ah?" Another young man hastily said, while speaking, he looked at his siblings beside him and stopped talking, "Where's Sister Chang?"

  Everyone was busy looking around, and indeed, they did not see the woman in the green cloak and hood among them.

  "And Dan Niang went over there to look at the Buddha statue." a daughter said.

  The boys all turned their heads to look in the direction she was pointing.

  "We're going too, we're going too." they said in unison.

  Several women reached out and grabbed them.

  "Twelfth brother, you haven't finished speaking yet," they shouted.

  "There's nothing to say, these people from the capital all know about it. You can just ask around and you'll find out." a young man said.

  The words caused a burst of whispers among the women, who laughed and giggled together, attracting countless eyes from all around.

  At this time, the west wing of the temple was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the courtyard.

  "Sister, come and see, the Buddha statues here are so scary!" Dan Niang said excitedly, running ahead.

  Behind her, Concubine Mei walked slowly, accompanied by a maid on either side.

  There were also four or five people in the side hall, who heard the noise and looked over. Seeing that it was a woman, they all politely withdrew their gaze.

  In the capital city, spring is in full bloom, and with the New Year approaching, many women are out on excursions. In summer, they use parasols to shield themselves from the sun, while in winter, they wear hoods to cover their faces.

  Tan Niang focused on looking at the Buddha statue, while Cheng Jiao Niang's gaze fell on the west wall.

  Unlike other interval side standing wall guardian deities, the walls here are empty and white, with a row of pens and inks placed at the corner.

  "That is for scholars and travelers to compose poetry." The maid said in a low voice.

  As he spoke, a burst of laughter erupted from among the four or five people over there.

  "Qinglin brother good poem."

  Accompanied by everyone's laughter, a man put down his pen and once again admired the poem written on the wall.

  "Offer ugliness, offer ugliness."

  Modesty and courtesy complement each other beautifully.

  The commotion caused Dan Niang to turn her head, and she saw Cheng Jiao Niang and the maid walking towards the wall over there, so she hurriedly followed up.

  As I walked closer, there were a few poems scattered on the wall.

  "Sister, are you going to compose a poem too?" she asked as she walked over and pulled on Chiang Chiao's sleeve.

  Those who were chatting and laughing on that side looked over again. Although they couldn't see her face clearly, judging from the woman's demeanor and attire, she was certainly a member of a wealthy family.

  In wealthy and noble families, women were also educated in reading and writing, among whom there were those who excelled in poetry and literature, such as the Second Lady of the Li family from Anzhou, who was renowned for her literary talent.

  Met a woman who recites poetry, it's also interesting.

  "I won't," said Jingniang, looking at her maid, "Nian."

  The maid responded, from left to right, reciting the poem on the wall in a low voice.

  Originally was an illiterate person.

  Several people here withdrew their gaze, and some were disappointed, what a pity.

  So, it's not easy for a talented girl to be met.

  "I know it too, I know it too." Dan Niang smiled and hurriedly took over the maid's voice to recite the poem.

  Jiang Rou listened quietly.

  "Miss, how are you?" The maid asked.

  "I don't know how to compose poetry," said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  "I know, I know, Grandpa taught me." Dan Niang held her face and giggled, looking at the wall with a lot of white space left.

  The most lively time is when the plum blossoms are in full bloom during the New Year's temple fair, which is also when there are the most literati and scholars. That's why the walls have been freshly painted with whitewash, waiting for them to arrive. After the New Year, this wall will surely be filled with writing.

  "Very well, I will write words, you make poems, and I will inscribe them. How about that?" said Cheng Jiaoniang, looking at the pale white wall, feeling a surge of emotions in her heart.

  She has been practicing calligraphy with her hands and branches for a long time, I wonder if she can hold a pen now?

  "All right, all right." Dan Niang nodded happily.

  Children are innocent and open-minded, they only know how to express their true feelings, but don't know what it means to be humble and reserved.

  It turned out to be a mischievous child playing pranks, and several people on the other side exchanged glances and smiled.

  "So let's go and appreciate the plum blossoms." They said, laughing and talking about the poetry they had just discussed, walking out of the back door.