No Worries about Food and Medicine

"Here is here," Yu Jinnian greeted him, "Guest officer eating noodles?"

The girl was about to be appointed. She turned around and saw a small boss with a clear face behind the counter. She smiled at the corner of her eyes, and it looked very tickling in the bottom of her heart. It was much more beautiful than the little ones in her house. There was a touch of light red flying on his cheeks, and he said half a moment: "You, can you have a nice room here? Our family is small ... Master, as soon as I entered the city, I heard that your family's stuff is new and interesting, so you have to come and see it."

Elegant room?

Yu Jinnian glanced back at the square of his noodle shop, and he was worried for a moment, but he thought of something, and laughed: "The shop is a bad room, a swan ... There is really no. If the little master does not dislike it, it is better to be in this hall. Use a screen to separate a place? What do you think? "

She smiled better, the girl blushed and said, she glanced at Yu Jinnian and hurried into the car to ask for a reply. After a while, she got out her head and shouted, "It's right! Worry the little boss!"

Yu Jinnian responded and returned to the back hall. He knew that Erniang had a few wooden screens that were just right to use. He asked Erniang to explain why he borrowed it. Leng was able to open a room in an already small space. between".

The diners in this hall were also curious and all looked up to see what the little master was.

It doesn't matter at this point, I saw that the incense car Jinli opened, and it was a little master, but two beautiful and graceful ladies, one dressed in blue and one in green, one exquisite and lively one The quietness and elegance, the fragrance fluttering between them, and the lotus on the side of the foot, it makes the small noodle restaurant with a big slap "boom and flourish".

Yu Jinnian first heard that the little girl indicated that she wanted to be elegant, and she thought that it might be a young lady, so she was not surprised. Xia Chaonet naturally also said that men and women do n’t love each other, but men and women are not strictly cruel. It is normal for poor daughters to show their heads to maintain their livelihoods. The ladies of your family can also go out to play, but there is no way to stay overnight, not to go out alone It is inconvenient to sit at the same table with the men and laugh together, and other rules, in the end, you still have to keep some reserved distance.

I saw that the lively lady had just been seated, so she asked to come over with some simple food and had a good time to eat.

Yu Jinnian ordered two bowls of hot noodles, patted a dish of cucumber side dishes, and adjusted a hot and sour cabbage, plus two pieces of snowflake cake, and served them together. The young lady looked very bored for the first few moments, only to glance at Snowflake Cake.

"This is the newly-made snowflake cake in the morning." Yu Jinnian introduced.

Miss Biyi took a closer look and snorted: "Not just glutinous rice and sesame seeds? What is Snowflake Cake."

Yu Jinnian nodded and said, "It's just a nice name, and it's not a pleasure to eat."

"Ying'er." Miss Tsing Yi raised her head and finally said, "You must come. If you come, don't talk."

"I know Sister." Miss Biyi put out her tongue.

Miss Tsing Yi asked again: "How many schedules are there to go to Xia Jing?"

The girl behind said: "If you hurry up, it will be about half a month, and you should be able to catch up with the Qingluan Poetry Club. I just don't know ... Will the son appear in this year's poetry club?" She said. There was some fascinating expression on his face, "I heard that the dust is floating and the style is excellent, I don't know if it is true?"

"Isn't the new No. 1 Yuan Yuanlang writing to him? He has already taken it, and he will definitely be on the stage!" Miss Bi Yi bit her snowflake cake and said with anticipation, "In the past years, he only handed down poetry. , People who have never seen him before, I must look on this year! "

Tsing Yi woman shook her head: "Afraid it's empty and happy again?"

Miss Biyi was indignant: "Sister A, you don't have a crow mouth!"

"What did you see?" The girl behind said with a grin, "Can Miss Two still marry him?"

The second lady's face suddenly turned red: "Hexiang!"

He Xiang immediately muffled her mouth and laughed away.

"Qingluan Poetry Club ..." Yu Jinnian heard a new thing, and thought about it a few times, but unexpectedly read it on her lips.

Miss II glanced back at him and asked, "Do you know Qingluan poems?"

Yu Jinnian smiled and said honestly: "I don't know, dare to ask Miss what is this?"

"I don't know?" Ms. Er looked at Yu Jinnian with a surprised expression. It was as strange as seeing some foreign objects. She disdaind the explanation that Yu Jinnian was so vulgar that even the Qingluan poem society hadn't heard of it, she raised her finger and summoned the girl: "He Xiang, you!"

He Xiang then pulled Yu Jinnian aside and talked about the origin of this Qingluan poetry society.

It turned out that on the outskirts of the "Xia Jing" capital of the Xia Dynasty, there was a beautiful valley with winding streams and flower trees in the valley. Every early autumn, there would be a wonder of the sky and the water. Steaming around the cloud is like a fairyland on earth. The emperor of the previous dynasty built a viewing platform in the valley. Because of the legend that there was a blue luan coiled in this valley, it was named "Qingluantai".

But wherever there are beautiful places in the world, of course, the footprints of literati and Mo Ke are indispensable. Every fall and autumn, talented ladies and beautiful ladies gather at Qingluantai, fight poems and compare articles, and display literary talents.

However, in the past few years, a person appeared in this Qingluan poetry meeting. For a few years, only Xiaolu sent poems to this Qingluantai. However, people never showed up, so they bragged those talented talents. It's a legend. Because of what happened on the Qingluan stage, some people even heard that the name of the man also carried a Luan word, so some ladies called him a nickname, "The Son of Qingluan".

Later, I don't know who sent it. He said that this young man has the appearance of vulgarity, and he has a vulgar posture, that is, the man must feel ashamed when he sees it, and it also attracts the admiration of the ladies of the official family to a higher level.

The ladies of the official family have always been the trend vane among the towns and cities, and they have come and gone in such a way, even with the fame of "Qing Luan Poetry Society". No, this year's poetry meeting is approaching again, coincides with the arrival of the talented champion Zhuang Yuanlang, but he is dissatisfied with the "Qing Luan son" who has never been seen before. , Invited him to compete against Qingluantai.

People didn't take it seriously, after all, the son was flattered, and the big things never told him to show up. Who knows, hey, this time is really amazing! Within two days after the war book was published, some people said that the young male Luan should get off!

This is really a wonder!

After listening to it, Yu Jinnian understood the thoughts of the ladies, chasing the stars, especially the "that" was presumed to be like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks in the world. There is nothing in the sky. I thought I would not look like a real idol in this life Now, at first glance, I heard that this nine-day-old fairy idol suddenly wants to go down for a concert. If you still get an autograph, how can you not be excited?

It should be, the old **** Yu Jinnian nodded. He not only understood but also understood very well.

The two lowered their heads and talked, it was inevitable to lean closer. The young lady Hexiang looked at him secretly, her head suddenly jumped, as if what the lady said ... what a cow was bumping into her heart.

If Yu Jinnian could know He Xiang's thoughts, she would correct her gently, girl, and it was the deer.

After the speech, the two young ladies in the screen also ate well. At checkout, the young lady gave a few silver beads very generously, saying that the snowflake cake was delicious and rewarded him. Yu Jinnian took it with a smile and flattered them and sent them out.

Before leaving, the horse had hissed and raised his hoof. Yu Jinnian had just straightened up, and he saw something falling from the car and flew straight to Yu Jinnian's feet. He stooped and picked it up, but it was a silk parquet, with a lot of Qinghe embroidered on one end and two lines of characters on the other end.

He stared at the word for a long while. Although he could probably guess the meaning of the handkerchief in his heart, he still found an acquaintance from the diners. It was an old scholar who used to make a living by copying books at Dongxiangkou. Tao: "Mr. Wang, I don't recognize words very much. Please show me what does this word mean?"

Wang Shusheng looked at Yu Jinnian suspiciously, as if he didn't expect him to be so utterly illiterate.

Yu Jinnian also laughed, and the text here is similar to the ancient seal script of China, but in Yu Jinnian's eyes, the strokes are still complicated and difficult to understand. He has never been to school since he was four years old and followed his cousin's family. Now Yu Jinnian recognizes some of the simple words taught by the original father when he did not go, and some of them are his own after he wears them. Learned from all over the world, I guessed and guessed, and counted, that is, the numbers commonly used in accounting and some fruits and vegetables names. Xu Erniang would write, but she was not in a good spirit and could not bother her. As for the school ... he had no time and couldn't afford it, so to this day, he is still the same as half illiterate.

"Sir?" Yu Jinnian came back to God, and when Wang Shusheng was also in the sky, he called again.

Wang Shusheng knew that he had been disrespectful and looked at the handkerchief. He immediately smiled and said: "Yo, younger brother, that girl is afraid that you are in love! You see this poem, made by the young emperor Luan , That little girl used this Qinghe poetry to express her affection! "

It's the blue luan son again.

Yu Jinnian thanked Wang Shusheng, folded the handkerchief under the account desk, and wondered, how famous is this fairy idol?

In the afternoon, there were fewer people in the shop, and Xu Erniang's spirit was better. Yu Jinnian moved the recliner to let her lean on. When she heard that she had made a new snowflake cake today, she said she had to try it. Er Niang is suffering from spleen and stomach. Originally, glutinous rice was not easy to digest and should not be used by Er Niang. However, her condition has deteriorated to the point where one day passed. Yu Jinnian was not willing to disappoint her, so she cut a little bit. Come, with bowl of noodle soup, tell her to chew slowly before swallowing.

After carrying Sui Sui who was playing in the backyard to accompany her mother to speak, Yu Jinnian only found time to go to the market to find Li Da Niang, who sells vegetables, to discuss with her what dishes to buy tomorrow.

On the way back from the vegetable market, Yu Jinnian thought that he could not continue to be illiterate like this, otherwise he could not even read the little girl ’s love letter, thinking about whether to buy an enlightenment book and go back to self-study, the shop owner hesitated to see him , And then reached out to invite him to see.

"Poetry history, everything," the shop owner smiled.

Yu Jinnian looked like a book of heaven, and felt a little embarrassed. He picked up a few books that looked very thin and simple and asked for the price. They were all expensive to die. He touched his wallet and had to reluctantly. Put it down.

The word is to be recognized, and the book is to be learned, but not now-he comforts himself-now he has to save money first.

I was about to leave, and accidentally swept to an old book covered with dust in the corner of the bookstore. The blue-blue skin was missing a corner.

The shop owner also saw that the young man was willing to learn, but unfortunately he was shy in his pocket, so he picked up the missing corner book and handed it to Yu Jinnian: "This is a collection of Qingluan poems last year. The spine was soaked by my naughty son. Some of them were gnawed by a mouse in the warehouse. They could not be sold anyway. If you want, you can take them away. "

I saw the corner of the teenager's eyes curled up and took it happily. I also thanked them very enthusiastically, but he was a little embarrassed to give him this old book.

Yu Jinnian took the book and took it home like a baby. He now deeply understands the skewness of "knowledge is wealth, without wealth, it is impossible to have knowledge", and he once felt that he had cut through thousands of troops from the name "Higher" Graduated from the Dumu Bridge in the "school", it is a good idea to work hard to get some results, but now it is too poor to learn from scratch, it is too bad to practice people.

So that Sui Sui saw his cautious appearance, and thought he had something delicious hidden in his arms. Finally, when he picked it out, he saw a book with half of his skin lost, and ran away with no interest.

At night, the shop was closed, and Yu Jinnian happily palmed up the lamp and opened the book.

The title of the book is "Qing Luan Poetry Collection", and the shop owner also said that it was a compilation of the previous works of the Qing Luan Poetry Association. As a result, Yu Jinnian took a closer look. What poem collection, renamed "Xianren idol solo album" forget it!

It seems that this star chase has been around since ancient times, and the enthusiasm has increased compared with modern times.

Yu Jinnian didn't even recognize the ligatures, let alone read poems. She looked at a few pages with a bit of chewing wax and memorized the shape of a few new words. What, what exactly does this poem and that poem mean? ... Sorry, he can't understand.

So there wasn't much meeting, and Yu Jinnian's head was crooked, he fell down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Since then, this "Qing Luan Poetry Collection" has been resting on Yu Jinnian's bedside-it has become a decoration.