sbdcsierra Chapter 215
Chapter 215
Han Xiangbone, who carried the empty bamboo basket, returned to Wuyi Lane.
After pushing open the door of the small courtyard, looking at the white shadows of one big and one small under the eaves of the standing roof, the young man’s expression couldn’t help but be startled.
“Taiping, hello, master, that is, your master, named me Xueniang.”
After a night of recovery, Xueniang no longer looks as old as yesterday.
However, it has not returned to the appearance of peach and plum years, and there are still many crow’s feet piled up at the corners of his eyes.
“Hello Aunt Xue.”
“And Sister Xuan, didn’t Master come?”
Little Whirlwind rolled his eyes, “Please call me Sister Feng, thank you, your master said Chinese New Year’s Eve go down the mountain again, let me and Xueniang take you to buy clothes and shoes, and purchase New Year goods.”
Han Xiangbone was silent for a while and said, “Master is still very good to me.
Little Whirlwind: “I’m just praising your master.” ”
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The sixteenth year of Fuling, the thirtieth day of the month of La, the day of removing the old and welcoming the new.
Han Xianggu got up early, made a fire to boil water, and burned incense to bathe.
At the end of the day, it was still dark.
The candle in the courtyard of the Chen family is dim.
The boy who changed into a black power suit used a wooden comb to comb his thick black hair.
Then a bun was pulled up and fixed with an ordinary wooden hairpin.
Then hanging the long sword thousand light on the left waist, the young man left the miscellaneous room and came to the main house.
After sixteen years of Fuling for Nan Jinping and Xiao Bu, the young man pushed open the door of the courtyard and walked out of the alley.
A quarter of an hour later.
Han Xiangbone came to the small courtyard of the Ma family in Sword Washing Lane.
Listening to the sound of Ma Liu’s blind old lady snoring slightly from the main house, Han Xiangbone’s expression was calm.
As always, he practiced mountain and river boxing in the small courtyard of the Ma family.
It was not until the hour of the hour, when the sun rose in the east, that the old lady’s call sounded in the main house.
“Oh.”
“I’m in.”
“What are you going to eat today?”
“Breakfast skinned egg lean porridge with big white steamed buns, lunch Dongpo meat, I will stew very soft and rotten, and stewed grass carp, as for dinner, of course, eat pork and green onion stuffed dumplings.”
“Is it Chinese New Year’s Eve today?”
“Yes.”
“It’s so good to live another year.”
Han Xianggu smiled, stopped talking, and entered the stove house to prepare breakfast.
Serve the old lady after breakfast.
Han Xiangku walked out of the town and came to the fenced courtyard on the bank of the Taiping River.
Inside the hall, a school master is holding a broom to sweep away the dust and debris in the corners.
“Taiping wishes Qi Shi a day in advance a Happy New Year.”
“Wishful thinking, old age, good health, good luck, and money.”
“Hmph~”
Qing Yi, who was wrapped in a white scarf cloth and had sleeves on his arms, snorted coldly, “The letter of introduction is on the desk, take it yourself.”
“Xuan Yu is the son of one of my classmates’ junior brothers back then, and is currently the prefect of Huzhou Prefecture of the Wei Kingdom.”
“I’m only responsible for matchmaking and giving you the opportunity to meet people.”
“As for whether to be a prefectural order, a prefect, or just a minor official after the meeting, it all depends on the thoughts of others, and I will not interfere.”
Han Xiangbone entered the hall, picked up the envelope on the desk, and bowed to Qing Yi: “Taiping, thank you Master Qi.”
“Come to my master brother’s house to eat dumplings in the evening?”
Qing Yi said indifferently: “What is the matter with you being an apprentice and inviting me?”
“Let Nan Candle come by himself.”
Han Xiangbone: “…”
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is already a Zhoushan custom to eat pork and green onion stuffed dumplings every year Chinese New Year’s Eve.
It’s just that this year there are fewer girls, which is quite sad.
But when they thought of missing the pig emperor, Xueniang and Little Whirlwind were overjoyed.
Without him, just because the pig emperor is too able to eat.
In previous years, Zhu Jiuyin plus the girl, the snow lady, and the little whirlwind, the total dumplings eaten by the four of them were less than one-tenth of the pig emperor.
When the blazing sun was hanging in the heart of the sky, Zhu Jiuyin took Xueniang and the little whirlwind down Zhou Mountain and came to the Chen Family Courtyard in Wuyi Lane.
The small courtyard was deserted.
“That Xiaohan Ji probably went to the Ma family in Sword Wash Alley again.”
Xiao Whirlwind was extremely puzzled, “It’s not a relative, it’s good food and drink for two years, what do you say Xiaohan approved the picture?” Did you eat too many walnuts that had been clamped by the door? ”
The snow lady made a fire and kneaded the dough.
Little Whirlwind chops the minced meat with a kitchen knife.
Zhu Jiuyin sat on a small bench under the eaves, holding hot tea and squinting in the sun.
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The big day is gradually tilting westward.
The teenager is back.
The drowsy Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes.
Glanced up and down.
“Not bad, the new clothes fit well, and they are more handsome than your senior brother.”
Han Xiangbone came to Zhu Jiuyin.
After a long time.
Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes again.
Looking at the calm-faced teenager, he asked, “Are you trying to kill the master?”
Han Xiangbone shook his head.
“Then get up, don’t block the sun for the master.”
I don’t know how long has passed.
“Master, the dumplings are cooked!”
Zhu Jiuyin, who was woken up by the shrill voice of the small whirlwind, opened his sleepy eyes, and was about to stretch his waist, his expression was suddenly stunned.
I don’t know when there was an extra bright yellow lucky bag in my hand.
“This child~”
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The first bowl of dumplings of the year no longer belongs to Nan Jinping, nor does it belong to Xiao Budian, nor does it belong to Zhu Jiuyin.
Instead, he was taken by Han Xiangbone to Sword Washing Alley.
“Master, do you say that blind old lady is a small criticism of the old lady who is in exile?”
“It is too much to dare to rob the owner’s first bowl of dumplings.”
“The snow lady can endure, the whirl is unbearable.”
On the table, Little Whirlwind couldn’t eat dumplings, pinched his little paws, and looked indignant.
“Okay, okay, isn’t it just a bowl of dumplings.”
Zhu Jiuyin said with a headache.
“But that bowl of dumplings is wrapped in several copper plates.”
“It’s all my bag, specially marked, I want to leave it to the owner.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “…”
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Sword Washing Alley.
Ma family main house.
The old lady who was chewing dumplings suddenly changed her expression, raised her thin palm, and twisted a copper plate from her mouth.
“It’s the seventh.”
The old man said happily: “Mom, I will definitely have good fortune next year.” The
young man opposite the old woman smiled and continued to pick up a dumpling.
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After eating dumplings and drinking the stomach-warming noodle soup specially brought by the teenager.
Han Xiangbone went to the stove to wash the dishes, while the blind old woman touched a handkerchief and carefully wiped a total of nine copper plates.
The sunset in the sixteenth year of Voling Chinese New Year’s Eve is beautiful.
The blind old lady struggled out of bed.
Fumbled to the offering table.
Holding on to the edge of the table, he knelt down with difficulty.
Immediately, he bowed his head reverently to the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Ma family.
“The emperor and the queen of heaven, the ancestors and the ancestors are above.”
“Please also pass on this fortune to the child.”
The old woman stretched out her palm and carefully placed the nine copper plates on the offering table.
Then he clasped his hands together and prayed softly as his lips squirmed.
Outside the main house.
The boy who walked out of the stove house glanced up at the setting sun.
Then with gentle steps, he walked into the main house.
Line of sight from high to low.
Sweep over hill-like spiritual seats.
Finally, it fell on the old lady of Qiqi.
The young man stretched out his slender palm and lightly held the thousand lights.
The long sword was silently unsheathed.
When the last rays of sunset disappear between heaven and earth.
Inside the dim tile house, the sword light flashed away.
Heads roll off.
The headless corpse remained kneeling in a prayer position.
Warm blood splattered on the boy’s body, on his face.
It was also splashed on the nine copper plates on the table.
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