Husband Xie An

The carriages creaked under the light rain, and the convoy of six or seven carriages moved forward in an orderly manner in the official road. The spacious carriage with two horses in front was burning high-quality silver frost charcoal, which dispelled the unique humidity of February rainy days.

The young man Lin Abao with fair complexion and delicate face by the window looked away from the window, his pair of starry eyes were full of joy: "Father often said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, and it rained for more than ten days along the way. It’s going to be a good year for sure!”

Mrs. Ji, who was sitting limply, covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Ah Baoji said, I hope that Dajin will have a good year with good weather, the people will have a good harvest, and your father's official career will be smoother." Mrs. Ji knew in her heart that smoothness is a beautiful word. When she thought of the situation in Jiankang and the current situation where the Jin officials are strong and weak, she would worry about her husband. Sometimes she would think that it would be great if her husband had always been the prefect of Fuzhou. The emperor is far away, no matter how turbulent Jiankang is and how the situation in the Great Jin Dynasty is, with the husband's talent of not being involved in the military at all and only focusing on managing the people, he can still be smooth and peaceful.

Lin Abao blinked her starry eyes and asked with a smile: "Auntie never leaves Dad, but miss Dad?"

Mrs. Ji raised her hand and slapped him, spit: "Even A Niang is a joke, it's time to hit him."

Knowing that the blow didn't hurt at all, Lin Abao turned around and hid: "I'm not wrong, doesn't Aunt miss Dad? I miss Dad already."

"It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, don't say anything rude, if your father knows about it, it's time to talk about you again."

"Father is not here now, mother~"

"You, you saw that I am soft-hearted, so you should let your father take care of you!" Mrs. Ji looked at her young son angrily and funny, but in the end she didn't want to talk about him, she just patted his hand: "Close the window , carefully drenched in the rain."

"Oh."

Not half a quarter of an hour after the window was closed, the carriage stopped. Madam Ji closed her eyes and opened her eyes, and someone in charge came to answer.

"Ma'am, the front wheel of the car with the book in the back is stuck in the mud."

Mrs. Ji leaned slightly closer to the window: "How deep is it?"

"Half of the wheel is stuck in, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out for a while."

Hearing this, Mrs. Ji twisted her eyebrows and hesitated for a moment whether to go first or wait for the carriage to come out before walking together. Lin Abao pulled out the wooden clogs: "Don't worry, I'll go and have a look." Without waiting to stop her, she said Putting on the wooden clogs, opening the door and getting out of the car, Ping An, the servant who waited on him, quickly opened the oil-paper umbrella.

The drizzle disperses into mist, and the vegetation reveals the unique green vitality of spring. In this quiet and beautiful scene, the young man's complexion is more and more white and tender under the light-colored oil-paper umbrella. She has a luxurious temperament, exquisite facial features, and very lively black eyes and beautiful lips, which makes someone in the passing carriage lose color slightly, and said: "Stop the car. Go and see if there is anyone who needs help."

The carriage that can only be pulled by three horses is low-key and luxurious, and two of the seven or eight strong men guarding the surrounding area are separated.

The class division in Dajin was extremely strict, and the people who could use three horses were unusually rich. Nine out of ten, they were probably not from the surname of Jiankang. Some stewards hesitated slightly, and their eyes were fixed on their own young master when they asked.

Lin Abao was not stage-frightened, and he handed the umbrella to the servant to salute generously, and the two strong men bowed their hands in return: "My master asked us to ask, can anyone help?"

Lin Abao was startled slightly, his eyes full of doubts: "May I ask who is your master?"

The old and strong man replied: "My master's surname is Xie." Originally, it was not allowed to easily reveal his name to others, but the strong and strong man thought that since the master offered to help others, he probably wouldn't mind telling others his name. Yes, of course, there are many people surnamed Xie in Jiankang Baili, who can be sure who it is?

Surname Xie?Lin Abao blinked, and glanced at the carriage imperceptibly. Is that Xie?Appearing here at this time, perhaps a side branch? "Then I would like to thank your master."

The pothole that the wagon wheel sank into was indeed a pit, in every sense of the word.Most of the wheels were sunken, the mud and water were slippery enough, and the front wheels didn't have much room to exert force.

The older man tried it, but found that the weight was too heavy to be lifted. He patted the wall of the car and asked, "What's in it?"

"It's a book. It's a book specially ordered by our master."

The older man frowned: "This is troublesome." The book cannot see the water, it will be destroyed when it sees the water, and the books brought on purpose are probably high-quality goods. Lift it out.

Lin Abao measured the draft of the wheel, and told the steward next to him, "Go find two sticks, thick ones that can be used to lift your weight, and some smooth stones."

The steward turned around to look for it, and brought two poles: "Mr. Xiaolang, can this one be okay?"

He took the pole and weighed it, nodded: "It should be fine."

The personal servant Ping An went to the side of the road to find some stones: "Xiao Langjun, can these be used?"

Lin Abao signaled that it was okay, then poked the bottom of the wheel with a pole, and ordered the two drivers to say: "Come and take it, and I tell you to use force, so you can pry it hard, you know?" Then he said to Pingan: "When the wheel comes out a little, you go to it." Fill in stones, be careful not to fill in too large ones, and don’t fill in angular ones, be careful not to break the wheels.”

The coachman and Pingan expressed their knowledge, and Lin Abao bowed to the two strong men: "Two strong men, please listen to my password and push back together."

"Going forward?" The older man raised his eyebrows and looked at the car, and found that it is indeed easier to go backwards and forwards, at least it is much more convenient to bear the force.

"Yes, it's troublesome." He thanked the steward, "Uncle Guan, ask someone to hold on to the wall of the carriage to control the horse, and the rest of the people push the carriage back with all their strength."

When everything was ready, Lin Abao raised his voice: "Count to three and work hard together, get ready. One, two, three!"

Most of the books in the carriage were bamboo slips called a dead sink, and the mud puddle was dark enough. Fortunately, there were enough people, and using the principle of fulcrum levers, the wheels of the carriage were pulled out of the puddle without any hesitation in one go.

Ping An, who was staring at the puddle filled with stones, stared at the mud pit closely, and shouted happily: "It's out, it's out, Mr. Xiao Lang's wheels are out!"

As soon as the wheels came out, the steward breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked the coachman to drive the carriage around and drive two steps forward, and then sent someone to report to the front carriage.

Lin Abao told the servant: "Fill the puddle with some smooth stones, and cover it with two layers of soil, so that no one coming from behind will sink in." After saying that, he thanked the two strong men, "Thank you for your help. My surname is Lin, my father Lin Zunwen, I don't know where the two strong men live, and I will come to thank you someday."

The older man raised his hand: "I will do a little favor at the master's order, don't worry about it."

That being said, Lin Abao still approached the carriage and wanted to apologize in person, but unexpectedly, he approached the men surrounding the carriage and stared at them with vigilance. Some of them put their hands on the handle of the knife. Lin Abao stopped, and rushed to the carriage far away. I bowed my hands to express my gratitude, and then signaled Ping An to bring some snacks: "Here are two boxes of homemade snacks. Please pass them on to your master to thank him for his help. There is also some homemade dry food. Thank you two strong men for your help."

The box for dim sum is carved from huanghuali wood. It is exquisite and exquisite, and the decoration inside is also exquisite and exquisite. Simply put, the box is not big and there are not many things. The main purpose is to give face and identity; while homemade dry food is simple Too much, a pack of two sheets of oiled paper, if you hold it in your hand, if you look at it, the weight is enough, and the gift is a [-]% heartfelt gift.Of course, it cannot be said that the former is false and the latter is true. It is just a matter of priority, but let Lin Abao say that whether it is exquisite snacks or homemade dry food, they are all based on his improvement of Eastern and Western cuisines in later generations. Delicate dim sum has the taste of refined dim sum, and homemade dry food has the taste of homemade dry food. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages depending on the taste of the eater, such as salty tofu nao and sweet tofu nao. Can you say sweet is better than salty?can't you?

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Xiaolang."

The two men returned to the team, the carriage moved, and the handsome man in the low-key and luxurious carriage looked away from the window and tapped on the wall of the carriage: "Leave one person to fill the puddle on the official road."

Since someone led the order to go, the two strong men presented exquisite gift boxes. They thought the matter was over, but after a while, since the master personally asked to hand over the two packs of homemade dry food?

"It's not for nothing. Yan Bai, reward me."

Since the master personally spoke, the two strong men naturally would not have any objections, and offered the oiled paper package, but they got back dozens of copper coins, enough to buy ten servings of dry food of the same weight in the market.

why?Of course, it was because the homemade dry food produced by the Lin family was enough for ten servings of dry food on the market!

The handsome man in the carriage opened the oiled paper bag and took out one of the jerky with an irreplaceable elegant gesture. The dried meat has a special deep red color, the little finger is wide and the middle finger is long, and the meat is delicious and chewy. The man does not move. Sensei ate three sticks before giving up, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and moved to the huanghuali wooden box to eat half of the exquisite snacks.

Watching the heavily guarded carriage leave, the steward said worriedly, "Young Master just let them go like this? Could it be that we are not ignorant of etiquette?"

Lin Abao withdrew his gaze: "If you are too enthusiastic, others may worry that we will flatter you. We are newcomers to Jiankang, and our roots are not deep. Whether it is a side-line or a main-line thank you, it is best to stay away first."

"Yes, Mr. Xiao Lang."

Back to Mrs. Ma Che Ji, she nodded and smiled and said, "It's rare for Ah Bao to think of this. We should be more cautious for your father's sake. Jiankang is no better than Fuzhou. The emperor has to be restrained in everything he does. Don't follow your temper." After saying that, he covered his lips with a smile, then turned around and said, "But we do need to know Jiankang and Xie's family well, and we will pay a visit when we settle down."

"Why?" After finishing speaking, Lin Abao asked nervously in a low voice: "Father is going to join Xie's family? Don't you consider Wang Cuiyuan's family?"

Mrs. Ji stared at her son, dumbfounded: "Don't listen to the wind and the rain, your father has your own plans, why do we care so much? We visited the Xie family because the wife of the Xie family, Xie Yi's wife Ruan, is related to me. According to seniority, you have to call Mrs. Ruan "Auntie". After five years of service, the distance is far away, but I also got along with each other for a while when I was not married. I used to be far away from each other, but now I have to visit in Jiankang one time."

"Isn't your surname Ji?"

"Aniang's surname is Ji, but your grandmother's maiden name is Ruan, why? Forgot?"

Lin Abao was dumbfounded, saying that his IQ was not enough.

Mrs. Ji nodded her son's forehead and scolded with a smile: "Is it because you are reading idle books again after asking you to recite the genealogy? If your father finds out, you can't escape a beating."

"Don't blame me, Auntie, I have memorized our family's genealogy." The big frame memorized, and the details of my grandmother's maiden name Ruan were forgotten.

My son knew it himself, and Mrs. Ji was not willing to scold him, so she patted his hands and said, "My mother knows, sit carefully, and we will soon arrive in Jiankang."

The carriage drove past the official road. Lin Abao opened the curtains and took a look. The ancient city of Jiankang stands in the drizzle. Its magnificence is indispensable, and its solemnity represents its irreplaceable status. The exquisite atmosphere is the king city. Inevitable demeanor, no matter the style or scope, it is very suitable for the peculiar dynasty of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Lin Abao, the soul who traveled thousands of years later, recalled the evaluation of the Eastern Jin Dynasty by later generations.The contradiction of adhering to the etiquette but worshiping nature, and paying attention to self while abiding by the etiquette made the entire Jin Dynasty not as magnificent as Qin, not as rich as Tang, not as romantic as Song, and even less As pedantic as the Ming Dynasty, the change of dynasties is not as long-term as the Han Dynasty, nor is it as extensive as the Yuan Dynasty, but the Eastern Jin Dynasty is like a handsome man who walks the torrent of history, with wide-sleeved robes and golden crowns and jade belts. Every move and gesture is difficult for ordinary people to imitate His elegant posture is just like the comments of later generations.

Celebrities are romantic, but the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

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