Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 403: Stinky Memories

"No, I smelled a strange smell as soon as I saw my grandmother today."

In winter, there was a heater burning and incense burning in the house. In addition, Zhao Yue, Cui Shuhua, and Liu Manqiang were already wearing incense. All kinds of smells were intertwined together, and the strange smell was not particularly obvious.

"What does it taste like?" Cui Bianxu was already a skilled melon seed sheller. He pinched one skillfully and used a little force, and the shell opened. He shook his fingers slightly, and the melon seed kernel fell into the plate below.

This is how the perfect production line is formed.

Jiang Shangxian smoothly grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the small plate in front of him and put them into his mouth, chewing them. "Remember that time you almost died?"

Cui Bianxu:........I don’t really want to remember.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiao Jiang smacked his lips quietly and gave another hint: "It was that time when your yard stinked so badly!"

Enough, really enough.

Sometimes, what we fear most is not how embarrassed or miserable we are, but that this thing has clearly passed, but someone suddenly helps us recall it.

"Remember!"

Jiang Shangxian patted his biceps again, with a teachable expression on his face: "It tastes a bit like the water you brought out of your room that time."

“But only a little bit like…”

She tilted her head, as if puzzled, and lowered her gesturing hand. "Because of that smell, my nose kept bleeding, but not today."

Because she didn't have a nosebleed and the smell was very light, although she faintly smelled a familiar odor, she didn't take it to heart and just thought it was some girl's smelly feet!

If she asked it out loud, wouldn't it hurt the other person's face?

It was only when she arrived at the Dali Temple that she remembered where she had smelled this scent before. Now, hearing Cui Bian's account of Liu Manqiang being poisoned, she couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that the poison in my grandmother's body hasn't cleared up yet?"

Poisoning, brother! Was poisoning a very common thing for you ancient people?

Can you be more careful? Old Madam Liu looks easily injured at her age!

Cui Bianxu stared blankly at one place, his mind wandering off to who knows where. Jiang Shangxian didn't dare disturb him, silently stuffing love melon seeds into his mouth one by one. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "You go home first. I'll go back!"

"Ah good."

After reporting the news, Jiang Shangxian was escorted out of the Dali Temple by his handsome son. Fang Cun, who was waiting outside, heard the noise. The person who was originally leaning lazily on the carriage suddenly jumped up and stood on the ground like a small poplar in the cold wind, standing straight and not looking around, looking very dedicated to his work.

Cui Bianxu couldn't help but sigh when he saw his little action, and secretly decided to give Jian Ming a lesson when he got back.

What has he done to this good person?

After a whole night of hard work, Jian Ming finally caught up with the messenger. Jian Ming, who was still catching up on his sleep, didn't know that he was going to be beaten again. He curled up in a ball and slept on his side in the bed, drooling profusely.

"If there's anything you need help with, please let me know. I've been at home preparing New Year's goods these past few days."

Jiang Shangxian shifted his gaze from Xiao Cui's chest to his handsome face. "I'll prepare some more this year so you can give them away as gifts."

Well, men are happy when they see good-looking ones, but get upset when they look at ugly ones for one more second. With her Xiao Cui's appearance, she can't get angry about ordinary things, wow.

Cui Bianxu's smile deepened upon hearing this. "Well, don't tire yourself out. Let Lao Fan and the others do any heavy work. If you're short on manpower, let Jianming and Li Meng come over to help you. It wouldn't be a problem for A'niang and the others to enjoy Lin Er's cooking for a few days."

The filial son sold his mother quickly and efficiently and raised his hand to touch his wife's head again. He was halfway through when he remembered that he was outside the Dali Temple. There were many people coming and going, and many people were watching the excitement here. He moved his fingers but froze there.

Xiao Jiang, who was waiting for close contact, did not feel the joy of being petted. His eyes rolled around and he saw the hand hanging in the air. He jumped on the spot very tactfully.

There was a brief intimate contact between the top of the head and the palm of the hand, and the little face smiled like a rotten chrysanthemum: "Then I'll go back first~"

Cui Bianxu's expression froze, and he glanced around with a guilty conscience. Then he lowered his head and met Jiang Shangxian's smiling eyes, which were twinkling like stars. He suddenly felt that the winter air, which was originally too cold when he breathed it into his nose, suddenly became sweet.

She is so cute!

"Well, if you need anything, have Old Fan go get it at the mansion. If they don't have it, don't be afraid to bother. Have him come and tell me. It's cold outside. I've ordered some leather from the north. It should be arriving soon. My aunt is a good needleworker. I'll ask her to make some and send it to you later..."

Xiao Cui, who was so cute that his face was bleeding, kept chattering and wanted to pull Xiao Jiang aside to remind him of everything in detail.

After hearing this, Fangcun's head, which was originally straight and upright, became more and more tilted.

No, is this their Jiulang?

Why so much talk?

I never talk so much when I assign them tasks on weekdays. What's the purpose of this?

Since you can talk more, why not say a few more words to them?

Fang Cun, who still had no wife, didn't quite understand love. His face was filled with confusion and hesitation. If helping Miss Jiang with work could improve his status, he would really be willing to work hard. Could he please give Jian Ming's qualification to him?

Jiang Shangxian lowered the curtain while exchanging glances with Xiao Cui, and the carriage wheels rolled towards the Jiang family. Xiao Jiang, who was in love with his brain, took out the two compasses again and played with them in his hands.

His mind kept recalling what Cui Bianxu had just said. According to the customs of the Tang Dynasty, the gifts given to women were mostly jewelry, head ornaments, and even permanent property such as Zhuangzi, but this compass seemed particularly abrupt.

This compass is made of bronze and is very well preserved. Although it is not as golden and dazzling as when it was first made, the carvings on it and the pattern lines on the back are simple and ancient. It does not look like the popular carvings nowadays. Instead, it looks like a Yintan compass. Although it looks like one, I always feel that this is a replica.

So, the Zhao family gave the authentic piece to the Liu family, and then made a bunch of fakes for their own children to play with? Xiao Jiang was a little confused.

Looking at Liu Manqiang's expression today, she doesn't seem to dislike me, so why would she give me such a thing?

崔府

Cui Bianxu was not in a hurry to look for Liu Manqiang. Judging from her performance last night, Liu Manqiang had some secrets.

This is normal. In this mortal world, who doesn’t have secrets to hide?

If he wants to dig out the password now, he will have to spend some time and effort to do it.

The clever and filial son Xiao Cui turned a corner and arrived at Zhao Yue's yard: "Mother."