Chapter 015 Something is wrong
The time goes back to around 11:00 p.m. last night.
After about four hours, the old lady finally opened the door.
At this time, her waist was obviously straighter, and her face was rosy, and it seemed that there were fewer wrinkles.
"Old lady, are you completely healed?" Mu Guiying pulled up the old lady's right wrist, felt her pulse, and whispered happily, "The pulse is steady and strong, and I feel that your strength has increased a little."
"It really is an elixir." The old lady smiled and said, "I am confident that I can live at least ten more years."
Mu Guiying immediately felt that the burden on her shoulders had been lightened a lot: "That's great, that's great, old lady, you live a long life, our Yang family can at least hold on until Wen Guang returns home in glory."
Yang Jinhua's eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened, and she looked delighted.
At this time, Old Lady She looked around, then whispered, "Come in and close the door."
Three people entered the room, and Yang Jinhua, who was the last one to walk in, closed the door gently.
"Guiying, come and help me put on makeup and make myself into an old lady with a yellow face and a sickly look." Old Lady She said with a smile as she sat on the chair.
"Why is that?" Yang Jinhua was puzzled. "Old lady, now that you have recovered from your illness, you should dress up beautifully and elegantly. How can you paint yourself so miserable?"
There was only one candle in the room, and the light was dim. Old Lady She chuckled at this time, and her face looked a bit cruel in the slightly swaying yellow light: "There are many people who want me to die now. Our Yang family has been able to take a breath during this period because I am sick. They are waiting for me to die. They don't need to do anything. They can wait for the most important person to die. It will be easy, simple and troublesome when they do it. How great! So they are not anxious and can wait! But if I recover from my illness, things will be different. They will be anxious, and our Yang family will be suppressed even more."
Yang Jinhua understood.
Mu Guiying opened the makeup box on the table.
Old Lady She continued, "Besides, Lu Xiaolang doesn't seem to want outsiders to know about Jin Lingqin's affairs. Once outsiders know about this, he will probably be in a lot of trouble. If my illness doesn't get better, even if our two families have close contacts, I guess no one will make wild assumptions and put some weird things on Xiaolang."
Hearing that this matter was related to Lu Sen, Yang Jinhua could understand her old lady's actions, and she nodded subconsciously.
Soon Mu Guiying finished putting on makeup for the people.
The old lady's complexion went from rosy to sallow, and she looked like a tuberculosis patient who had been ill for a long time.
Mu Guiying put away the makeup box and said with a smile: "No matter what, we must remember Lu Xiaolang's kindness. By the way, Lu Xiaolang just built a house, and it seems that there is only one servant in the house."
"Two." Yang Jinhua thought for a while and said, "The little girl he rescued will probably become a maid."
"Two is not too many. He has to build a house and a yard. I think he is very busy." Mu Guiying smiled and said, "So now Lu Xiaolang is probably full one meal and hungry the other. My daughter, take our thank you gift and make some breakfast for him to eat. Let him have a good meal."
"Mom, you know I'm not a good cook." Yang Jinhua blushed slightly .
Mu Guiying walked over and tapped her daughter's forehead with her finger: "Don't you know how to steam peach blossom cakes? The peach trees in the backyard are in their last bloom. Go pick some and I'll help you. I think we can cook the sweet cakes by tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, mother!" Yang Jinhua jumped up, hugged Mu Guiying affectionately, and then ran to the backyard.
Then the next day, Yang Jinhua, who had only slept for three hours, was still full of energy riding her white warhorse. When the city opened at dawn, she came to the outside of Lu Sen's yard.
I happened to hear the words 'waste of effort', so I asked.
Lu Sen turned his head and looked at Yang Jinhua, who was wearing a white tight-fitting outfit and standing in the golden morning sun, shining brightly.
She was holding a white wooden lunch box in her left hand and a blue bag on her right shoulder. She had a smile on her face and looked very happy.
Lu Sen walked over and gave the other party another temporary access permission. At the same time, he clasped his fists and said, "It turns out to be Miss Yang. Please come in."
Yang Jinhua pushed open the gate and walked in.
She no longer worried that she would be blocked by a transparent wall.
Arriving in the courtyard, she took off the blue bundle, handed it to Lu Sen, and said, "The half of the fruit that Xiaolang gave us is quite useful. After the old lady took it, her health improved a lot. This is the thank-you gift that the old lady asked me to bring. Please accept it."
Lu Sen took the package with both hands, then handed it to Hei Zhu beside him, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "You are so polite. Miss Yang, please thank Old Lady She for me."
"Okay." Then Yang Jinhua's face turned slightly red, but she was bathed in the sun, so the redness was not obvious: "Also, this is the peach blossom cake I made. I don't know if it suits your taste. Eat it while it's hot."
A white wooden food box was placed in front of Lu Sen.
Lu Sen didn't think too much about it. He took it with both hands, opened it, and found that there were indeed twelve soft pink square glutinous rice cakes inside.
I think the color is made from crushed peach petals.
Some peach petals are scattered on the square cake as embellishment, the red and pink are intertwined, it looks very beautiful and appetizing.
Lu Sen is not the kind of person who is very polite, after all, he is a modern man.
If he were a true intellectual of the Northern Song Dynasty, he would have to refuse once or twice and say a lot of flattering words before he would accept the food box.
He took the food box directly and said, "Heizhu, Ringo, you two come here. Miss Yang gave us a box of peach blossom cake. Let's try it together."
Then he said to Yang Jinhua, "Miss Yang, you came here so early, I guess you haven't eaten yet, how about eating together ?"
Yang Jinhua had actually already eaten, but when she heard the invitation, she nodded for some unknown reason.
Then the four of them sat in the wooden building and shared the peach blossom cake.
I have to say that this peach blossom cake tastes really good. The sweetness of glutinous rice is accompanied by the subtle fragrance of peach blossoms.
Moreover, the pastry itself is not sticky, but has a smooth and soft texture, and even gives people a feeling of melting in the mouth.
After eating three pieces, Lu Sen couldn't help but say, "Miss Yang, your cooking skills are really amazing. This is the most delicious pastry I have ever eaten since I was a child."
This is not flattery, but Lu Sen's true feelings, which are sincere and heartfelt.
Yang Jinhua was praised in person and was very happy, her peach blossom eyes curved into a smile.
At the same time, she felt a little ashamed... She did make the peach blossom cake, but she only did three steps: picking peach blossoms, making fire, and finally cutting it into pieces.
The rest of the steps were all completed by her mother, Mu Guiying.
Although three pieces of peach blossom cake may not seem like much, they are actually quite filling.
After Lu Sen had eaten, he felt sleepy again.
His previous sleeping and resting habits were to go to bed late and get up late. He had only been in this world for more than three days, so it was difficult for him to change that quickly.
So in order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he stood up and said, "Miss Yang, the yard is very big, how about we walk around inside for a few times to help digest the food?"
"I want to talk to you, too." Yang Jinhua stood up and said with regret, "But I have some things to deal with at home, so I have to leave first."
"That's a shame."
Lu Sen shook his head helplessly. He felt that Yang Jinhua was easy to talk to, and wanted to take this opportunity to ask her about the current situation in Bianjing City.
Yang Jinhua sighed softly, saluted with her fists, picked up the empty white lunch box, stared at Lu Sen with her bright peach blossom eyes for two seconds, and then said goodbye.
Walking on the mountain road, Yang Jinhua's little mouth was pouting so much that an oil bottle could be hung on it.
She was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing she could do.
Because my mother said that I should visit Lu Xiaolang's house less often in the future, and it would be best not to visit more than three times a month.
Don't stay there for more than half an hour each time.
This was to protect Lu Xiaolang and prevent him from being involved in the official turmoil in Bianjing City. The Yang family was now embroiled in many issues and it was easy for others to be implicated.
It is right for the two families to interact more often, but as special measures are needed during this critical period, it would be better for the two families not to be so close for the time being.
Understanding is one thing, but the unhappiness is real.
Yang Jinhua just saw a black field in the yard. There were already densely packed seedlings on it. When she left, she found that the seedlings seemed to have grown a little bit taller.
There are also three small square houses behind the wooden building, with hot steam coming out of them. What are they?
She is really curious.
Those two things must be new miracles.
I really want to know what the effect is, but I can't stay longer, which is really frustrating.
She picked up the food box and walked to the foot of the mountain. She lowered her head and walked forward depressedly, but she heard someone in front of her say, "Miss Yang? Are you here to worship the ancestors?"
Yang Jinhua looked up and saw a man holding a sword in his left hand, wearing a blue uniform, and walking slowly towards her with a heroic look.
She immediately clasped her fists and smiled, "Long time no see, Guard Zhan."
Zhan Zhao is not only the chief constable of Kaifeng Prefecture, he is also the "Imperial Cat" personally bestowed by the emperor and a third-rank sword-bearing guard.
In terms of official position, Zhan Zhao is equivalent to the current position of 'Deputy Captain of the Zhongnanhai Bodyguards' and 'Director of the Beijing Public Security Bureau'.
The meanings of his two positions are different.
The third-rank sword-bearing guards are considered military officers.
Judging from the name, the Chief Constable of Kaifeng Prefecture is a military officer, but this position is actually under the control of the Prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture and is truly a civil official.
Therefore, people from the civil and military factions called him differently.
The civil officials generally call him the head of the police.
The generals usually call him "Zhan Guard" to show their closeness.
As for the common people and wealthy families, most of them called him the Chief Constable.
Because this position has real power, it can mobilize all the armed forces of the entire Kaifeng government office.
Now that the Yang family has fallen on hard times, the only civil servants willing to interact with the Yang family are Bao Zheng and the Eighth Wise Kings.
Bao Zheng brought Zhan Zhao to visit the Yang family several times, so the two knew each other.
After the greetings, Yang Jinhua did not directly answer Zhan Zhao's question, but asked: "Guard Zhan, why are you here in Aishan?"
"I'm here to deliver the household registration to Lu Xiaolang." Zhan Zhao smiled faintly and said politely, "I'd like to ask, does the Yang family intend to move the ancestral hall?"
"Why does Guard Zhan have this idea?"
"Because Lu Xiaolang used the title deed of this low mountain to ask me to handle the household registration."
"Oh. So that's what Guard Zhan was talking about." Yang Jinhua suddenly realized, and then said, "The short mountain was indeed given to Lu Xiaolang by the old lady, and my family's ancestral hall will not be moved. We young people don't know the reasons for the decisions made by the elders in the family, so just listen. Guard Zhan, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."
Yang Jinhua didn't want to talk too much with Zhan Zhao.
The other party was the captain of the police, who was naturally good at observing people's expressions and making inferences. In front of this man, the more you spoke, the more mistakes you would make.
“Slow down.” Zhan Zhao clasped his fists and stood sideways to the side of the road.
He waited until Yang Jinhua rode away on horseback before heading up the mountain.
When he arrived outside Lu Sen's yard, he saw two black soil vegetable fields lined up side by side.
One of the black vegetable fields was covered with fresh green seedlings.
Lu Sen was looking outside at this time and happened to see Zhan Zhao walking over.
He immediately stepped forward and said through the wooden fence, "Captain Zhan, nice to see you again. Come in and have a seat."
At the same time, Zhan Zhao was given temporary permission to visit his "homeland".
"No, I have some personal matters to attend to." Zhan Zhao waved his hand, then took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them over: "This is your household registration and land deed, Lu Xiaolang, please accept them."
Lu Sen took it and found, in addition to the land deed, a piece of yellow rice paper with Lu Sen's information written on it, proving that he was now a resident of Bian Jing City, and then there was also the seal of Kaifeng Prefecture stamped underneath.
With this piece of paper, Lu Sen is no longer a so-called drifter. He can enter and leave Bianjing City at will, and buy and sell goods, properties, servants, etc. in the city at will!
Even his servants, such as Kurozuchi and Jin Ringo, would receive a certain degree of legal protection.
After five years, as long as the master agrees, you can even get rid of your slavery and become a good citizen, and then become a citizen of Bianliang City.
Heizhu walked over, staring at the yellow paper in her husband's hand, tears welling up in her eyes, and she almost wanted to cry out loud.
Legally speaking, he is finally a human being.
Lu Sen put away the household registration and the title deed, then reached behind his back with his right hand and took out a pale golden stone sword from the system backpack. He placed it in front of Zhan Zhao and said, "I am really sorry to bother you with the household registration. I just built the house and I don't have anything valuable on me. I made this stone sword last night. It is simple and crude. I hope you don't mind it."
The action of 'taking' it from behind was a good cover for his ability to 'create something out of nothing'.
"No, no." Zhan Zhao's expression was very serious. He took Lu Sen's stone sword with both hands, took out a red belt from his arms, put it on his back, and held his Juque sword in his hand: "I have something important to go out for, so I won't bother you any more. We'll talk again tomorrow."
"Okay, take care." Lu Sen clasped his fists.
Zhan Zhao nodded slightly, turned and left.
He was not wearing his official uniform today because he was preparing to leave Bianjing City and travel thousands of miles to hunt down the Five Rats.
According to intelligence from the local government office in the south, the Five Rats had been fleeing in the direction of Xiankong Island in Songjiang, but their speed was not fast. More than one or two constables had witnessed the second rat, Han Zhang, with an arrow wound on his foot.
Not even the arrows were cut.
Because it is not convenient for transportation, the Five Rats have now started to take the water route.
This is a good opportunity to capture the Five Rats.
So after receiving the news, Zhan Zhao acted decisively, took his identity badge, explained the reason to Prefect Bao, and prepared to set off for Xiankong Island in Songjiang.
As for why he didn't bring anyone... As a third-rank sword-bearing guard and the chief constable of Kaifeng Prefecture, he had the power to control all the local constables in the Song Dynasty.
It’s not too late to ask for help when you get there.
After descending the mountain, Zhan Zhao rode his horse southward.
On horseback, he frowned slightly. He always felt that something was not right in Lu Sen's yard.
The wooden building went up too fast.
The sprouts in the vegetable fields are growing too fast.
An arrow wound that none of the Five Rats could heal.
Also, before that, I clearly saw him being hit by a poison dart, but he was not injured.
Wait...something is wrong.
