Fragrance Returned

Judging from Xue Tian's speech and behavior, the Xue family has a good tutor.

Whether it was Xue Pingfu who was very kind to Grandma An An or the cute little girl Xue, Dingxiang wanted to make this friend. It's a pity that I can't do it now. I must develop her into the best little best friend in the future.

Ding Xiang took out Mi Hongmian's handkerchief and looked at it. When I return to the capital in the future, I will develop into best friends with her. It's just that she won't be able to return to Beijing until three years later. By then, she will be eleven years old, and Mi Hongmian will be sixteen or seventeen years old, and maybe already married.

The life span of ancient people was short, and their adolescence was even shorter.

Ding Xiang and Mi Hongmian were not yet familiar with each other, and she began to regret that she might have to lose this good best friend.

Ding Xiang didn't go out again, and didn't go ashore to eat at night. Ding Zhuang went to buy some of Ding Xiang's favorite dishes and went back to the ship to eat.

The next day, Xue Tian didn't wait for Ding Xiang to come out, so he came and knocked on the door.

"Sister Ding, the weather is very good today, let's go to the deck to enjoy the breeze."

Ling'er went out and said, "My sister is sick, has a fever and feels weak."

Xue Tian's voice was full of disappointment, "Oh, let Sister Ding have a good rest."

After a while, her little girl brought four pills to treat wind and cold.

Ding Xiang was grateful for the little girl's kindness, so she took out her brush and drew a sketch of the little girl's head as a gift in return.

Ling'er took it to Xue Tian's cabin and narrowed her eyes when she came back.

"Miss Xue liked it very much. She said that my sister's paintings were better than those of Mr. Academy, and she rewarded me with four silver peanuts. She also said that if she goes to Shizhou Mansion again, she must go and play with her."

Ding Xiang drew another sketch of Mi Hongmian. After thinking about it, I drew another portrait of Monk Hong.

Looking at the big portrait of the little monk, Ding Xiang pursed her lips in joy.

The little brat turned out to be her uncle.

At noon on April 21st, the ship arrived at the Linshui County pier.

Xue Tian, ​​a woman in her thirties, and several maids disembarked first. Xue Tian looked back from time to time, his face full of disappointment.

After they disappeared, Ding Zhuang took Ding Xiang and Ling'er off the boat.

Rented a donkey cart at the pier.

Ding Xiang thought of Ding Liren again. Today was his last exam. I wonder how he did in the exam.

When they returned to Beiquan Village, the sky was already full of stars. Ding Xiang saw three people and a dog standing in Huiye Pavilion from a distance. They were Ding Lilai, Ding Zhen, Li Xiaolu, and Hei Wa.

Ding Xiang waved, "Third brother, I'm back."

Two figures and a dog ran towards this side, and Li Xiaolu returned home to report the news.

Ding Lilai held Ding Xiang's hand and cried, "Sister, why did you come back? I'm the only one left at home. I'm so lonely..."

Ding Zhen also said, "Since the past few days, Li Lai has been coming here to wait for you every day. My father was worried and asked me to wait with him. During dinner, he asked him to go to my house to eat, and after eating, he came out to wait until Xu. go home."

Heiwa jumped on the car, whimpered and rubbed her head against Dingxiang's leg, and Dingxiang quickly rubbed her back soothingly.

As the donkey cart passed by the third room, Ding Zhuang said to Ding Zhen, "I asked your father to come over for a drink, and you can come too."

Ding Lilai never let go of his sister's hand, talking about his longing and loneliness all the way.

Ding Zhuang's eyebrows were furrowed, and he couldn't bear to curse, "How can a boy be more stubborn than a girl? If you moan again, I will beat you."

Ding Lilai's choking sound became less obvious.

At home, after Ding Xiang finished washing, not only Ding Shan and Ding Zhen came, but Hong Daguo and Xia Er were also invited.

Four adults were drinking at a big table, and three children were eating at another table.

Ding Xiang talked about the feeling of riding on a big boat and the excitement of Shizhoufu Night Market, and even showed them gifts, which made Ding Zhen envious.

Ding Lilai didn't listen to a word, he just repeatedly said "I miss my sister" and squeezed his sister's little hand from time to time.

Ding Xiang is funny. If this little brother finds a wife in the future, he will definitely be attached to her.

After seeing off the guests, Ding Lilai sat in Dingxiang's house until the end of Xu Shi. Dingxiang yawned several times and he refused to leave.

Ding Xiang had no choice but to say, "Third brother, I'm sleepy. Let's talk tomorrow."

Ding Lilai murmured, "I want to sleep outside my sister's house."

"Can I agree?"

Of course it was impossible for me to agree, so Ding Lilai had no choice but to pout and leave.

Ding Xiang sent Ding Li out and went to the east chamber again. He whispered to Ding Zhuang about Mr. Xun's physical condition and his importance, and asked him to cut a few slices of ginseng and have someone bring it to Ding Zhao, who would then give it to Xun Qianli.

Xun Qianli already knew that he still had good ginseng, so he gave the old man a few more slices. The stack of several slices is about one centimeter. It is really the only one of this kind of ginseng. In some cases, it is more precious than the purple dragon slough, so we cannot give more.

Ding Zhuang nodded in agreement and said he would let Shitou do the job. One is to trust him, and the other is to let him go to the capital to gain experience.

Dingxiang went back to the house and locked the door, took out the box and the purple gourd. She admired it with gleaming eyes for a long time, and then started to mark on the gourd ginseng with a soft ruler.

In this era, there were only "hard rulers" made of wood. The soft ruler was invented by Ding Xiang and made by himself from white cloth. Shopkeeper Gong liked it and made it available for embroiderers to use when measuring clothes, and the soft ruler gradually became popular.

Well done, Lilac divided the gourd ginseng into fifteen equal parts. Use scissors to cut the top half, leaving the bottom half attached, and cut it off again if needed.

The gourd ginseng is relatively soft, like cutting a plastic bottle in a previous life.

The medicinal smell is stronger after cutting.

Ding Xiang felt that if she smelled this smell every day, she would live a few more years.

But when I thought about the old monk going to Wutiao, I felt heartbroken.

Even a distinguished monk has such a thick heart.

The next day was April 22nd. Ding Xiang rushed to Tao Zhai for class and brought the gifts there.

Tao Weng looked at the three pictures that were obviously careless, and scolded with a stern face, "I asked you to draw a few pictures, but you only drew three, and you still painted so perfunctorily."

The always kind old man's face changed. He didn't like people who were perfunctory.

He picked up the ruler that had always been there and never used it from the big case, and "stretched out his left hand."

Ding Xiang was so frightened that her heart tightened, and she subconsciously turned away her hands.

Tao Weng's face became darker and he looked at her coldly.

Ding Xiang had no choice but to stretch out her left hand.

Tao Weng grabbed her hand with one hand and hit her five times with a ruler with the other.

This was the first time in Ding Xiang's life that she was beaten and scolded by a teacher. She felt hurt and wronged, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Are you still just thinking about playing?"

"I don't dare anymore."

"Don't you like to travel around the mountains and rivers? Starting from today for ten consecutive days, you will sit here painting landscapes from 2:00 to 2:00 every day. You are not allowed to go anywhere except eating and drinking. Today you came an hour late, and you will be painting in the evening. At the end of Haishi."

Ding Xiang wanted to ask what to do if she peeed. But looking at the old man's trembling white beard and the ruler on his hand, he could only nod his head with a pout.

If the person in front of her was grandpa, she would definitely roll around and act bad.

So unreasonable!

He said he would draw "a few" pictures, and there was nothing wrong with him painting three. Although the three paintings are a bit perfunctory, they are still good.