Chapter 71 has become a popular pastry?
"Baichuan Academy? Haven't you already studied at Taixue for two years?" Gu Nanxi still remembered that the uncle of the Su family made a fuss in the house because of Su Jin's expulsion from Taixue.
Why don't you go to Taixue at this time, but come to Baichuan Academy?
Gu Nanxi had to think deeply.
Su Jin spoke righteously: "Baichuan Academy will face the examination after the new year. In the past, my aunt did not hesitate to take the path of the Holy Emperor in order to let me return to Imperial College. Now, Baichuan Academy is in crisis. In this situation, I also want to do my best.”
The uncle of the Su family wiped away his tears and was very moved: "My uncle is really a kind-hearted man who knows how to repay his kindness!"
The old lady kept patting Su Jin's hand and praised her as if she wanted no money. 's: "That's right, this is the good son of my Su family!"
Although Su Xuanming never considered He took the district assessment to heart, but he was also moved by the brotherly love. He gave Su Jin a share of the few butter snails: "We brothers are of the same mind, and we are as powerful as gold! In the future, the glory of Baichuan Academy will also belong to you, Jin." My brother’s share!”
Seeing that the silly elder was so successful, Gu Nanxi didn’t want to throw cold water on him.
This Baichuan Academy accommodates more than just Baichuan? There is no shortage of streams like Su Jin.
Baichuan Academy has added a new student!
At the same time, the Fuquan Teahouse in Kyoto has added midnight snacks, which are of high quality, low price and various varieties, saving a lot of trouble for the people of Kyoto.
Its reputation is so great that even many wealthy families send people to the teahouse to buy it.
“The people of Kyoto are really spoiled. They don’t even bother to make their own snacks for New Year’s Eve.” Businessmen from other places who came to Beijing to purchase were jealous of the good business of Fuquan Tea House.
His companion introduced: "The midnight snacks at Fuquan Tea House include ten kinds of sugar, rhyme fruit, soap cake, honey cake, ginkgo, honey ginger and soybean..."
The foreign businessman was stunned: "It's so rich? It can't be compared, it can't be compared!"
My friend didn't know the businessman's little thoughts, so he chuckled: "It's not these that really made Fuquan Tea House so popular. The pastry is his storyteller!”
“The content of the storybook is very different. After hearing it once, the guests will not come back again.” The foreign businessman was not interested.
“If you go in and listen, you will know where the difference is.” A friend led a businessman from other places into Fuquan Tea House.
At this time, in the Fuquan Tea House, the storyteller was spitting with saliva, and the tea guests in the audience cheered.
This lively atmosphere attracted foreign businessmen.
Storyteller: "It is said that after the Yongchang Hou Mansion received the inheritance from Mr. Cui, all the ministers quit! Frankly speaking, how can a female prostitute be in a big position? This treasure should be held by those who can!"
"The saint had no choice but to make an appointment for assessment. He only waits for the year After the festival, Baichuan Academy will face challenges from the world’s elites!”
“The major academies in Kyoto have made bold statements, vowing to kill Baichuan Academy!”
“Heroes! It’s still unclear who will win the battle.”
The foreign businessman understood and whispered: "It's impossible for Baichuan Academy to win anyway! It's just an unknown small academy. How can one defeat ten thousand?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe you are? I don’t know, but the mountain chief of Baichuan Academy is none other than the Goddess of the River, Gu Nanxi.” My friend Jijigugu told businessmen from other places about the glorious achievements of the Goddess of the River.
The foreign businessmen were amazed and their eyes gleamed. It turns out that this is the God of Wealth of Fuquan Tea House? !
The River Goddess's deeds have been so ups and downs, wouldn't it be a pity not to move to her own teahouse?
What’s more, there will be such a big event that will make Kyoto famous in the next year. How can we miss it? !
The foreign businessman secretly exclaimed that this trip to Kyoto was well worth it!
The streets of Kyoto are bustling with activity, and the various mansions are also busy.
Jiang Guanghai was ordered around by his mother-in-law: "You used to be in the academy, and I couldn't catch you. This year, you will be responsible for lighting the fire." On New Year's Eve, the sky is fast. At dawn, people from the Zhou Dynasty would hit the fire with a bamboo pole hung with copper coins. The higher the sparks, it means that the coming year will go smoothly and all wishes will come true.
After lighting the fire, you must quickly go to the door god Zhong Kui, which means to keep evil spirits and poor ghosts out of the door.
If you forget to post the door god, there will be unkempt beggars wearing masks with green faces and fangs, blocking the door, preventing the owner from going out, and will not disperse until the beggars are given some money.
In previous years, Jiang Yushi did all these things. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Jiang gave this task to Jiang Guanghai this year.
Jiang Guanghai was so disturbed that he didn't hear his mother-in-law's instructions clearly. He didn't react until Mrs. Jiang grabbed his ears.
"Mom, let go, it hurts!" Jiang Guanghai grimaced in pain, but the maids and servants were still covering their mouths and watching the joke.
Mrs. Jiang slapped Jiang Guanghai on the back angrily: "Be more sincere when you light the fire and stick to the door god. Remember to recite silently in your heart, I will bless you to go to high school in the next spring. Master said, do as you please With good grades, it’s no problem to become a scholar.”
Mrs. Jiang let go of her hand and lovingly brushed off the dust on Jiang Guanghai's shoulders. Her words were full of expectations: "My Qilin'er, who has been studying hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang, is finally going to fly into the sky!"
"We, the Jiang family, are heirlooms of scholarship, and your brothers from your eldest uncle and your third uncle's family have all been admitted as scholars, so you must be fine!"
"The day you pass the exam, I will I would like to give generous gifts to the mountain chief and the masters, and thank them for their cultivation over the years."
Jiang Guanghai listened to Mrs. Jiang's chatter in silence, his eyes full of guilt: "Auntie, I, I..."
Mrs. Jiang understood: "You want to invite Su Xuanming? OK! By then, the trouble in Baichuan Academy will be over, and we don't have to avoid suspicion anymore."
"Auntie, I have something to tell you."
Mrs. Jiang snorted and said happily: "Whatever you do, imitate your father and hesitate. It's not easy."
Jiang Guanghai Close your eyes, He went out and said: "Auntie, I want to drop out of school. I want to go to Baichuan Academy."
For a long time, Jiang Guanghai did not receive the beating he expected. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mrs. Jiang looking neither sad nor happy. There are snacks on display.
“Son, I pretend I didn’t hear what you said.”
Jiang Guanghai lowered his head deeply, but his tone was very firm: "Auntie, I have already told Mr. Wu."
Mrs. Jiang couldn't suppress her anger at all, and she slapped Jiang Guanghai on the head and face: " Is this the time for you to show your loyalty? ? It’s still unclear whether Baichuan Academy can continue to open after the Chinese New Year! Are you going to make fun of your own future? "
Jiang Guanghai stood up straight, without even a trace of dodge, as if this was the only way to offset the pain in his heart. Guilt.
"Auntie, my godmother could have ruined my future, but she chose to laugh away the grudge. When Baichuan Academy was in danger for the first time, I never stepped forward, and neither my godmother nor Xuan Ming had any complaints. ”
Jiang Guanghai clenched his fists tightly with his hands, and his eyes were blazing with fire: "I had no choice at that time. I was just a student with no merit, how could I compete with them? But this time, I can!"
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Jiang Guanghai raised his head high and said loudly: "I can be sure that no student, whether it is Songshan Academy or Taixue, can match my performance! In this qualification assessment, I can compete for Baichuan Academy! I can save Baichuan The academy is doing its part!”
Lighting fires was also a New Year custom in the Song Dynasty.
In the Song Dynasty, the Spring Festival was called New Year's Day, which means the first of the year.
(End of this chapter)