I raised a husband in ancient times

Chapter 45

A hand stretched out from the quilt to test the body temperature of the person next to him. Everything was normal and there was no fever.

Last night, the husband insisted on keeping the contents inside his body. He removed the pillow after the person fell asleep, but did not clean it for him. He was a little worried, fearing that the person would get sick.

Fortunately it's okay.

The person being stared at rolled his eyes slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked to the side. A big face appeared in front of him, and he tilted his head back slightly.

After seeing the person clearly, he slowly approached Lu Yiming at a snail's speed, raised his white hands and hooked his neck, and rubbed the top of his head familiarly with his eyes closed.

Lu Yiming was amused by his sloth-like movements, and reached out to touch the other person's head, guessing that the person was not completely awake yet.

Sure enough, the person in his arms shook his head for a moment, and Lu Yiming habitually leaned back to avoid being hit on his chin before he suddenly raised his head.

The eyes of the person who had just woken up were filled with crystal light, and Lu Yiming couldn't help but place a kiss on these hazy deer eyes.

This kiss completely woke up someone who was still a little confused. He called out to him in a hoarse voice: "Husband." He stopped after just one call

. This little face was deeply buried in self-doubt. Sound...

I have a little rest today. I really didn't control myself last night. Lu Yiming touched his nose and rubbed his waist skillfully. Although he felt a little distressed, he had no regrets in his heart.

A person who squints his eyes comfortably does not have any sense of crisis. He typically counts money for someone when he is sold. He thinks in his heart that his husband is so kind and insists on rubbing his waist every time.

"Husband, we still have thirty-six taels of loose silver left."

When he was cleaning last night, he counted the remaining silver taels again. After excluding the five hundred taels stored in the bank, they still had thirty-six taels and ninety taels of loose money left. Eight copper plates.

Mainly, a lot of silver was spent on cooking expenses when building a house, expenses on banquets and birthday gifts given to him by his husband.

In recent days, I have paid another 10 taels of tuition and three or two years of miscellaneous fees, and I can only watch my finally rich family income dwindling little by little.

Pei Xing, who had never received so much money before, now feels that the money is really like running water and cannot be spent easily.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

He was deeply troubled now. When he had no money before, he always thought about how to break one penny into two pennies to use, but now he felt that the money was not enough for his husband to use until the end of the martial arts examination.

My husband is really good at spending money!

"The cost of the martial arts training ground can be saved, but the racecourse has to go to the horse farm for another month, which is about seven taels. The cost of paper can be saved a little, and just buy another knife. During the Chinese New Year, I plan to buy two more pieces of cloth, giving each person in the family one A new piece of clothing."

"Calculating it this way, my little housekeeper will give me ten taels before I go to the martial arts department. How about it?"

The expenses of the horse farm and paper cannot be saved. This is what the husband wants to take the scientific examination, but the twenty taels of new clothes It's a waste of money. The remaining fabric at home can actually be used to make one for my husband.

"Husband, I don't need new clothes. I can wear your husband's old clothes by changing them."

Those old clothes have many patches and the fabric is hard. My husband has been raised recently and is white and tender. A little rough friction will make him His skin will turn red, and he can't bear it.

He settled the matter with a reason that the other party could not refuse: "I would like to go to the town with my husband to enjoy the lanterns during the Lantern Festival. Would you be willing, husband?" The Lantern Festival was very lively in previous years,

but he was only taken there when he was a child. Once upon a time, my memory is a little fuzzy.

Since he was older, he was naturally not allowed to show his face outside. He was married and his husband was not around, so he naturally couldn't go. Now that he said this, he really looked forward to it.

Wearing old clothes to go out with her husband would definitely bring down her husband's face, and he didn't want her husband to look at other people wearing bright clothes.

Without thinking for long, Pei Xing agreed to the matter.

The massage didn't last long. Mother Lu rarely knocked on their door outside: "It's time to get up." It was

the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, a small year.

Today is a very busy day. There is a full schedule of shopping for new year's goods, sweeping the dust, making rice cakes, and worshiping the Kitchen God.

Pei Xing had already cleaned the room yesterday, leaving only the lobby and kitchen that had not yet been cleaned. This was left to Lu Yiming and Pei Xing to do.

As for Father Lu and Mother Lu, after the two of them got up, they went to town to buy New Year's goods. For things like these traditional customs, elders have to take care of them so that they are not easy to make mistakes.

"I'll come, you go sit over there and fold some stove ingots."

Lu Yiming frowned when he saw Pei Xing bending down, pulled him to sit on a short bamboo chair, handed him some paper for folding ingots, and handed him some paper to easily task.

He bent down and took over the work that Pei Xing had just done. He wiped all the tables and chairs in the lobby, swept away the cobwebs in the corners, and rinsed the pots and pans in the kitchen. His movements were methodical and extremely fast.

This is no easier than practicing riding and shooting.

Lu Yiming looked at the clean and tidy lobby and kitchen. Although his waist was a little sore, he felt full of accomplishment.

"Husband, have a sip of tea and take a rest."

Pei Xing put down the origami in his hand and brought the hot water that he had put aside to cool down to Lu Yiming. The water temperature was just right now and it would not burn his mouth.

Lu Yiming took it and drank the water all at once. He was really thirsty.

Cleaning is not easy. Not only does it hurt my waist, it also freezes my hands. In the middle of winter, the hot water gets cold easily. It is too hot to wash the dishes. It can only cool down little by little. Even he feels cold. Not to mention a husband who is afraid of the cold.

His eyes stayed on the other person's hand. This hand had not done much work recently and had been rubbed with ointment. Now the callus on the hand has basically disappeared. The originally dry and peeling hand has become much smoother, and the stubborn frostbite has not appeared this year.

Especially at night, it feels good to the touch.

Lu Yiming swallowed the water in his mouth, but stared at the other person's hand with naked eyes, causing the other person to secretly put his hand behind his back, not to show him.

The little guy only had an angry side face, and he had no idea that this look was even more adorable in Lu Yiming's eyes.

"How about when dad and mom buy the red paper, Xiaoxing will write the word "blessing", and I will write the couplet?"

The other party twitched his ears, turned his head and stared wide-eyed, somewhat unbelievable: "But I am a brother, And my handwriting is not as good-looking as my husband's at all."

During the Chinese New Year, most scholars in the village or town will be invited to write blessing characters and couplets, and many scholars can make a small fortune for it. Pei Xing has never heard of it. My brother can also write the word "blessing", so I was really surprised by my husband's suggestion.

Lu Yiming approached the other party and smiled slightly: "So what, brother? Do you think that husband doesn't believe in my ability to teach people?" After

more than two months of study, husband likes to imitate his regular calligraphy, and brings his own unique style. His characteristics are different from his arrogance. The font of Little Star is elegant and dignified, just like his person, giving people an impression of spring breeze.

Although it is not as good as calligraphy masters, it is more than enough to write the character "福".

The most important thing is that he wants to break the prison of Pei Xing's thoughts. At least in front of him, he hopes that this person can put himself in a relatively equal position with him and not feel inferior to him because of his brother status.

PEI , red paper is so expensive!"

He is really a little miser, willing to spend a lot of money to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones for him, but he is very stingy about himself.

Lu Yiming pursed his lips and spent a lot of effort not to laugh, pretending to think: "Ah, what should I do? If I write on the wrong page, I will punish you..."

Those who listened carefully to his words pricked up their ears. , eyebrows knitted together, looking anxious.

He pinched the little rabbit's nose and finished the sentence: "I'll punish you by kissing me." The

flirtatious greeting made him blush and didn't refute. Lu Yiming happily picked up the ground glutinous rice flour and planned to go to the kitchen. Making rice cakes, when he passed by, an almost inaudible soft voice came to my ears: "Husband, this is not a punishment, this is clearly a reward."

Making rice cakes is a traditional custom in Wuhe Village, which symbolizes life and Working "higher every year" is a traditional gift brought when visiting relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, hoping for good luck.

Lu Yiming mixes the appropriate proportion of water into the glutinous rice. The amount of water is very important. More or less will affect the viscosity and taste of the rice cake.

The glutinous rice agglomerates after mixing with water need to be screened to reduce the glutinous rice agglomerates into smaller ones.

Pei Xing lit a fire at the mouth of the stove to boil the water, and Lu Yiming put the sifted glutinous rice flour into the steamer to steam it.

The clean and dry stone mortar was put aside. After the glutinous rice was steamed, he introduced it into the stone mortar and beat it vigorously with a wooden hammer.

Pei Xing originally planned to wait for her husband to get tired, and then give it to him in turn, but her husband was stunned and slapped her more than a hundred times by herself without letting him do it.

"Huh--"

Lu Yiming exhaled a breath, shook his sore arm, put down the wooden hammer in his hand, approached the stone mortar, and poked the white glutinous rice ball with his hand. It was moderately soft and hard, almost ready for making rice cakes.

He took the prepared oil, wax and water and smeared it on his palms to prevent the glutinous rice from sticking to it.

When rolling the rice cakes with your hands, you can't stop and keep kneading them, so that the glutinous rice can be better integrated and the texture will be more glutinous.

"Husband, here comes the water."

Pei Xing placed a bowl of water on Lu Yiming's right hand. The latter kneaded it for a while and then sprinkled some water on it. This not only improved the adhesion of the glutinous rice, but also reduced the stickiness of the glutinous rice. Don't waste it.

Lu Yiming picked up a small piece of glutinous rice dumpling, dipped it in brown sugar, and brought it to Pei Xing's mouth: "Open your mouth."

"Delicious!" The hot glutinous rice dumpling was chewy, and it tasted even better after adding brown sugar.

Pei Xing followed Lu Yiming's method and rolled the glutinous rice balls in brown sugar. He held it with one hand and held it under the other to send it to Lu Yiming: "Husband, try it." It

was delicious, but it was a bit sticky to the teeth.

Lu Yiming saw that Pei Xing's ears were a little red, as if he was secretly happy about something. He lowered his head and glanced at the place where he had just bitten the glutinous rice dumplings, and realized that the other party's little thoughts were not revealed to him.

The kneaded glutinous rice balls are rolled into strips with bamboo strips wrapped in hot gauze, and the rice cake is basically formed.

He pounded the red pitaya prepared in advance into red juice, dipped it in with straw roots and wrote a red pattern with the words "luck and treasure" on the surface of a large piece of rice cake.

As for Pei Xing, he took the Chinese cabbage with only the root left, dipped it in red juice, and printed patterns on the small pieces of rice cake.

"This pattern looks quite like a rose."

The root of the cabbage was cut off at the waist, and the cross-section was dipped in paint and printed, and it really looked like that.

The rice cakes decorated with patterns are dried on bamboo wovens and placed in a cool and ventilated place to dry. They can be stored in clean water tomorrow, but the water must be changed every day to prevent them from becoming sour and moldy.

Almost at the same time that the two of them were placing the rice cakes in the shade, Father Lu and Mother Lu came back from the town to purchase new year goods.

Mother Lu looked at the formed rice cakes in surprise: "You are really fast."

Six large rice cakes and six small rice cakes were lined up, which was more than enough for them to eat during the New Year. The rice cakes could last for a long time, and three large pieces were enough for them. Eat a winter.

Lu Yiming and Pei Xing helped Lu's father and mother Lu take off their baskets, take out the fruits, candles, red paper and other things inside, and prepare items for worshiping the Kitchen God later.

"This is the red paper you asked us to buy before. In previous years, we asked the children of Li Zheng's family to write it, but this year we saved money."

Mother Lu would occasionally make some snacks for the two of them at night. Although she was illiterate, But she still has discernment, and she still has the ability to distinguish whether the handwriting is good or bad.

Last year's couplets were still posted on the door. Compared with Yiming's, she still preferred the ones written by Yiming. She didn't know how to speak professionally, so she thought her son's words were more pleasing to the eye.

Yiming burned some of the practice paper as waste paper. She felt it was a pity, so she took it back and hid it secretly. She showed it to Father Lu and got three "good" words.

The Lu family is not poor, and Lu's father also went to elementary school, so he naturally knows whether the calligraphy is good or bad, so he feels very happy when he appreciates his son's handwriting.

But Yi Ming didn't know this. They didn't want to put pressure on their son. It would be okay if he could get the best exam or not. They had plenty of fields, so it would be good to be a farmer.

"It's still daylight, let's go to the room to write couplets first, and we can put them up tomorrow."

Lu Yiming pulled Pei Xing upstairs. Originally, Mother Lu wanted to ask Pei Xing to join her in preparing to sacrifice the stove, but her son acted quickly. He didn't give her a chance to speak.

She smiled and shook her head: "I don't know who is so attached to my husband."

The desk was small and could only accommodate one person, so of course Lu Yiming gave priority to her husband.

Well, he was very serious. He just wanted to check how his husband's recent homework was, not that he wanted to see how many kisses he could get.

Pei Xing dipped in ink and practiced writing the word "福" several times on waste paper to find the best form, and then transferred it to red paper.

It was the first time he wrote the word "blessing", and his husband was watching him with "eager eyes" again, which made him a little nervous.

The square red paper was rotated forty-five degrees. He took a deep breath and began to write. The strokes were connected smoothly and there were no mistakes.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his ears that were slightly raised due to nervousness, and began to write seriously.

It's been a long time since I watched my husband write seriously.

Since he went to the town to study, the desk at night became the place where he reviewed the Seven Martial Arts Books. The husband also moved the time to review his homework to the daytime, just to avoid running into him.

Except for some characters that little Xingxing didn't know or couldn't write well, and he would take time to teach them, you could hardly see his concentration the rest of the time.

The sky was getting dark, and the gently dancing lights fell on his face, adding a brilliance to him.

The skin that was slightly rough when we first saw it is now smooth, white and tender, as delicate as gelatin. Compared with those ladies of the world, it is not too much.

Lu Yiming thought this, and kept moving his hands, pinching the chubby face before the person could react, making someone anxious.

He looked down and saw that the strokes in the lower right corner of the word "田" that were supposed to be included suddenly stretched downwards, destroying the calligraphy abruptly.

The husband must have done it on purpose!

Lu Yiming could read his current thoughts from his face. He really didn't want to cause trouble this time, but he didn't explain why he didn't want a kiss for nothing.

He stretched out a finger, waved it in front of his husband, and reminded: "One piece."

Pei Xing pouted slightly and did not look at Lu Yiming, but he knew his husband, so this was his acquiescence.

Even though he was bullied, he still behaved so well.

His fingers are ready to move, and the fake trouble has a tendency to move towards real trouble.

Just when he was thinking about how to make a sneak attack, Pei Xing moved a step away from him, looked at him with crystal clear eyes and said, "Husband, I'm done writing."

Lu Yiming's outstretched hand was changed to take the other person's writing brush, and there was no trace of his hand. He spread out the couplet paper calmly, but he was thinking about other things.

Hey, it's a pity that I only got one chance for punishment.

Pei Xing didn't know what Lu Yiming was thinking. He collected the dried red paper with blessing characters bit by bit, put it in the box and stacked it neatly.

Seeing that the sky was dark, I silently walked to the oil lamp and lifted the wick for him as usual to make the light brighter.

Father Lu and Mother Lu only bought two pairs of couplet papers and planned to paste them on the lobby door and the gate outside the courtyard.

Lu Yiming didn't write many complicated couplets. There were not many literate people in the village. The couplets were easy to understand, but they could make people stop and express their congratulations.

At the end of the year, since it is Spring Festival couplets, one must be "Happy New Year" and the other couplet. Lu Yiming thought for a while between "Lucky Stars Shine" and "All the best", and finally decided to write the couplet "All the best".

In order to comfort himself, Lu Yiming hoped that his family would be safe and sound.

Putting the dried Spring Festival couplets in the box, the two of them got up and went downstairs. Before they reached the kitchen, they could already smell the faint Buddhist fragrance wafting from it.

The statue of the Kitchen God on the stove has been replaced, and the old and faded paper is being held by Mother Lu to burn.

Candles and incense are placed in front of the statue of the Kitchen God, as well as cut pieces of sugar cane, cakes, candies, wine and meat, all of which are tributes to the Kitchen God.

"You came by chance, I was just going to call you."

When Mother Lu saw the two people coming down, she asked people to stand in front of the statue of the Kitchen God for three times, silently reciting blessings in her heart, while she burned the gifts that Pei Xing had folded to the Kitchen God. Stove spindle.

At the end, he added a sentence: "God bless the Kitchen God, may all your wishes come true."

The author has something to say: The days for celebrating the New Year, sweeping dust, and worshiping the Kitchen God are different in different regions, and there may be a difference of one or two days ~