In the first month of the year, the streets and markets are bustling with people, no matter whether they are poor, rich or well-dressed, they are all well-dressed and washed. Firstly, to prevent freezing to death, and secondly, for the sake of celebration and auspiciousness, they originally hang out at the corners of houses and bridges.

The beggars in the bridge holes were all driven away by the government. Looking around, the streets were bright and beautiful.

"The capital is indeed very big and very lively." The girl looked at it with surprise and sighed.

It was a sunny day. She was wrapped in a thick cloak and hood, holding a hand stove in both hands. She was sitting in the car filled with incomparable warmth. I don't know whether it was joy or warmth, which made her simple and unremarkable face look better.

His face became radiant.

She looked at passers-by, and passers-by also looked at them.

A sturdy black donkey pulled the cart, and an old servant walking on one side to drive the cart was old but hale and hearty. He seemed inconspicuous, but he had an indescribable magnanimity.

"Banqin." The old servant turned around and said with a smile, "I haven't even entered Beijing yet."

The girl yelled, even more surprised.

"You haven't entered Beijing yet? But, but here..." she asked with wide eyes.

"This is eight miles outside the capital. Look ahead." The old servant stretched out his hand and pointed forward with his whip, "The city wall over there is the capital city wall. Only when you pass through the city wall can you enter the capital."

The girl straightened up and looked, but she saw beyond the rows of houses in front of her, and in the distance, there was indeed a splendid city sitting there.

The old servant gave her instructions with a smile. He was suddenly startled and put down the riding crop in his hand.

"The young master is here," he shouted with a bit of joy.

Master?

The girl hurriedly looked over, but didn't recognize anything until someone stood next to the car.

This is a middle-aged man who is about forty-five or sixty-six years old, with a medium-to-slim build. He is wearing an ordinary green cloth shirt. At first glance, he is unremarkable, but at a second glance, he looks like he is upright and persevering, and he is well-educated.

But the temperament can be seen even by people who don't read.

"My father has had a hard time along the way." The middle-aged man saluted solemnly and said.

This is Zhang Chun and Zhang Ziran, who are known as Mr. Jiangzhou and have three thousand disciples.

Students all over the world were proud to see him and excited to talk to him, but at this moment, the old servant and the girl in front of him looked calm.

"Master." The girl quickly turned around and lifted the car curtain, "Master is here to pick me up."

An old man in the carriage looked over and nodded with a smile.

"Banqin has met the master." The girl saluted.

Zhang Chun glanced at this girl, slightly surprised in his eyes.

"Master Su Xin gave it to someone else. This is the girl that person gave to the master." The old servant said with a smile.

The girl gave Zhang Chun a gift again.

Zhang Chun nodded, ignored him, stretched out his big, knuckled hands to hold the reins, and drove the car for his father himself.

The girl and the old servant walked side by side in the car, heading towards the capital amidst the bustling crowd.

In an alley in the busy city is the Zhang family's residence.

Mr. Zhang washed away his fatigue and sat down to drink tea, with his son and grandson sitting next to him.

"Grandpa, where did you go to play again? Why didn't you come back in time for the Chinese New Year?" The eldest grandson has the same description as his father. Although he is only in his twenties, he seems a bit more mature than his peers.

"It sounds like traveling around the mountains and rivers is easy, but it's a bit embarrassing to say it." Mrs. Zhang laughed and said, "I lost my money and we are trapped in Shanyang County."

Zhang Chun and his son were stunned.

"Grandpa." The eldest grandson smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say.

"But it's interesting." Old Mrs. Zhang smiled and looked at them, "I've been gone for so long, what's new in Beijing?"

"Your Majesty is in good health, and the second prince has entered school." Zhang Chun said.

"The second prince is six years old this year. It's time for him to go to school." Mr. Zhang nodded and smiled.

This common thing is nothing new, but neither the questioner nor the respondent found it funny.

Your Majesty has only two sons. The eldest prince is the son of a noble concubine, and the second prince is the son of a lower-level concubine. One is eleven years old and the other is six years old. Although they are young, the court has already begun to prepare for the appointment of a heir apparent. After all, the emperor's health is

Weak.

"Your Majesty is ready to promote father." The eldest grandson added.

Mrs. Zhang said oh and looked at Zhang Chun.

"Want you to give lectures to the second prince?" he asked.

Zhang Chun nodded.

"My son has already declined," he said. "I have promised to give lectures to the students who are going to take the exams. We cannot break our promises."

Mrs. Zhang nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Grandpa, there is one more interesting thing." The eldest grandson said, thinking of something, he called someone, "Go and get the Qie Qie Stop Wu Zi from my study."

Stop for five words? Mrs. Zhang is a little puzzled.

"Grandpa, someone wrote five words in the section before stopping at the temple. If you take a look, you will definitely understand." Changsun said happily.

Zhang Chun didn't react at all. He pays attention to the correctness of the font and the stability of the six arts, and has no particular preference.

Not long after, the boy brought out a framed scroll, and Changsun unfolded it carefully.

"Is this written by the unknown person?" Old Mrs. Zhang said, standing up and taking it, looking slightly startled.

"How's it going? Grandpa, okay? Five new fonts, elegant, handsome, strong, free and easy, each with its own flavor." The eldest grandson said with a smile.

The door was opened, and a girl came in holding a tray. At the same time, a slight fragrance spread.

"Master, have some snacks," the girl said.

"Banqin, come here." Mrs. Zhang said, waving.

The girl put the tray down and walked behind Mr. Zhang.

"Look at this word." Old Mrs. Zhang said.

Zhang Chun and his son looked at each other, slightly surprised.

Everyone knows that the old man has replaced a girl. There is nothing wrong with the girl. It’s just that this girl has followed the old man for many years. She is well-behaved and smart, and she has always liked her. It’s really unexpected that she suddenly changed her. I didn’t expect that the old man would ask this girl to read. Could it be that she is a

Someone who knows poetry, calligraphy and painting?

"Master, what do these words mean?" the girl asked.

Fortunately, Zhang Chun still described himself well. After all, his son was not well-educated enough. He laughed and lowered his head to focus on the tray in front of him.

On a four-grid celadon plate, there are golden, soft and glutinous balls filled with sesame seeds.

What kind of snack is this?

"This is read as the word "waiting for the plum blossoms blooming in the mountain temple." Mrs. Zhang said, pointing at one of them, "Banqin, do you think the word "waiting" seems familiar to you?"

The girl looked at it carefully again and finally shook her head.

"Master, I can tell the difference between the same food, this word..." she said with a smile.

Maybe he saw it wrong? When Mr. Zhang looked at the words, why did he feel that they were slightly similar to the word "Taiping" he saw in Jiangzhou Xuanmiao?

He lowered his head and glanced again, but it was similar, and this character was obviously written better.

Besides, if the lady is in Jiangzhou, why would she inscribe a wall at Qieting Temple?

He shook his head and smiled.

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy, although it is still immature, but its customs are good, and the most important thing is novelty." He praised, pointing to the tray, "Here, try some snacks, Banqin is a good hand at making snacks."

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Zhang Chun picked up one and tasted it briefly. Changsun ate two without any courtesy.

"Yeah, okay, there's actually a universe inside." He praised, looking at the girl, "What's this called?"

"Nothing, fried fruits." The girl said with a smile.

"We in Shanyang County make ends meet by selling snacks like fennel." Mr. Zhang laughed and picked up one himself.

It turned out to be a cook, and the eldest grandson suddenly realized.

"Father, is your vertigo better?" Zhang Chun asked, thinking of something.

"It's much better, I almost don't do it anymore, all thanks to Banqin." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.

Zhang Chun and his son looked at this girl.

"Master, if you eat more, you won't be sick anymore." The girl said with a smile.

Can you cure diseases if you eat more?

This girl actually knew how to say it, and Zhang Chun and his son just laughed it off.

At this time, in Chen's house, Mr. Chen was also eating dim sum. The fried oriole was getting more and more cooked and full of color, flavor and flavor. Unfortunately, when Mr. Chen stretched out his chopsticks again, the plate in front of him was taken away.

"Grandpa, Mrs. Cheng said you are not allowed to eat too much fried food," Danniang said.
To be continued...