Xu Zixian traveled a hundred miles in one day. When he returned to the other courtyard from the capital city, he was still feeling a burst of fatigue even though he was strong and in his youth.

It was already dark when he returned. Li Yi sued the monk and went back to rest. He was much more tired than Xu Zixian, after all, he was already middle-aged.

Xu Zixian was not very tired. He did not go for a walk by the Nan'an River, but went down the south, passing through the houses in the town, walking on the quiet path, passing through large vegetable fields amid the barking of dogs, and then crossing the high river embankment and walking all the way to the Min River.

The moonlight in the night sky is very dim. It is now early July. It will take more than ten days to wait for the Zhongyuan Festival. The other courtyard is already organizing things like paper-made people, paper and horses. During the Zhongyuan Festival, we have to go to the ancestral grave of the Marquis' Mansion to worship our ancestors. In fact, most of the younger sister took the people to have fun. The reason is to worship their dead parents.

Speaking of which, there are not many gods in the ancestral hall of the Nan'an Marquis Mansion. The cemetery is large in scale and there are only a few cemeteries. After all, I have just moved to Fuzhou for decades and the time is still short.

To be honest, you have to go to the Qi Palace for the real ancestor worship. Xu Zixian's great-grandfather was Emperor Wenzong. At that time, under the leadership of the Qi Palace, he would worship the capital together, then open the palace to serve the first hall, and then start sacrifices from the Emperor Taizu's lord and his remains.

In recent years, King Zhao was proud and powerful, but Da Zongzheng and the Grand Commander were still King Qi, and King Qi was the leader of the Fuzhou royal family.

Xu Zixian didn't think too much about these things. He just looked at the flowing water of the Minjiang River, feeling the ruthlessness of time and this inexplicable change. Today is actually Xu Zixian's birthday in later generations. In previous years, even if he was not at home, his parents in later generations would call him, or transfer him some money, ask him to have a good meal, or buy himself clothes...

Xu Zi shed tears for a while under the night sky, was stunned for a while, and finally walked back to the other yard.

It was less than nine o'clock, and there was silence all around, and most of the people were in the dream.

The town is full of flowers, with hundreds of shops, thousands of residents, and a population of over 20,000. But after all, it is still a market town and cannot be compared with the capital city. At this time, some places in Fuzhou City would still be very lively, but Nan'anze Town was dead silent.

Zhuang Ding, the gate of the other courtyard, came to serve, and he was asleep at this moment. Xu Zi did not wake up the person first, but fortunately the door was hidden, so he pushed the door in, then turned around and pushed the door up.

"The prince is back?"

Someone was waiting in the front yard with lanterns. The sound of the wind whistling came from the vast front yard. It made people feel a little scared in such a dead night.

The woman in front of her eyes was Xiuniang. She seemed a little frightened. Her eyes, which were already big, were wider, and she looked a little panicked when she looked at Xu Zixian.

"It's me." Xu Zixian was depressed, but at this time he was amused by the woman.

Then I thought, Xiu Niang had married twice but was less than nineteen. She had just started college in later generations, and she was the age of her junior girl. Those little girls were so scared that they screamed when they saw a cockroach. But at this moment, the one in front of her came to greet her with a lantern... Xu Zixian felt moved and said, "You are here to welcome me?"

Xiuniang lowered her head and said, "Miss is sleepy and she will go to bed first. Tell me to wait for the prince. If the prince is hungry, prepare some food."

"Oh, no need..." Xu Zixian was not very hungry. After a second thought, he said, "You can make soup cakes?"

Xiuniang hesitated and said, "I've done it, I'm afraid I can't do it well."

"It's done after making it, make me a bowl of soup cakes."

A man and a woman were walking in while talking. The situation seemed a bit ambiguous. Xiuniang also felt it and deliberately distanced herself from Xu Zi first.

The more this happens, Xu Zixian can appreciate her slender figure, her slender waist and plump and round buttocks give people a beautiful enjoyment. As the saying goes, the beauty of the common man cannot be concealed.

But Xu Zixian had no intention of making any moves, name, Xiu Niang's own ideas, and the current complicated situation all prevented him from going further.

When she passed through the second door and entered the main hall courtyard, Xiuniang lit the lights on the east wing room, which was the usual place to eat. The kitchen was the next room. Xiuniang took the white flour and started kneading the dough with water.

It can be seen that Xiuniang is not very good at making soup cakes, and soup cakes are noodles. Noodles made with pure white noodles are not often enjoyable for ordinary people. Fujian people do not eat noodles very often. Rice is the staple food, and poor families cannot eat rice and noodles often. Most of them are mixed with brown rice and mixed grain noodles.

Xiuniang struggled to knead the dough, her hair hanged on her face from time to time. After a while, there were beads of sweat on her forehead. She wiped the back of her hands...

Xu Zixian didn't speak. The dim lights kept shaking, and the surroundings were silent. Only a young and beautiful woman kneaded the dough for herself to make noodles under the lamp. This birthday was completely different from the previous twenty birthdays, but he felt very happy in his heart. He was unwilling to speak, and he destroyed the current atmosphere of peace and joy with whiteness.

Xiuniang finally kneaded the dough and cut it into long, wide strips with a knife. She cut it carefully. Although she was unfamiliar with her skills, Xu Zixian still felt that it was much better than what she did.

Seeing Xiu Niang going to move firewood to make a fire, Xu Zi stopped her first and said, "I'll go to make a fire."

He stuffed the straw into the stove first, ignited the straw with a scythe, then put it in the firewood, added the chopped wood blocks, and then ignited it. The fire broke out in the furnace. Xiuniang dug out a piece of lard from the jar, put it in the pot, and after a sting, put it in the green onion and ginger, then poured the stored chicken soup, and after boiling, put the noodles into the pot.

A fragrance spread in the air. Xu Zixian was worried and not very hungry before. At this time, his appetite was wide open and his stomach suddenly rumbled.

Xiuniang couldn't help laughing, but she felt something was wrong, so she had to pursed her lips and quickly turned her face.

The remaining fire was enough. Xu Zi stood up first and saw the noodles in the pot rolling and the soup was snow-white. He praised: "Xiang Niang, you have enough skills to open a soup cake shop... Well, if you want to open a shop, people will definitely say you are the soup cake Xishi."

The urban culture of the Great Wei Dynasty was quite developed, and Xiuniang also knew what Xu Zixian’s praise meant. There were often gossip news like Shaobing Xishi in Fuzhou Prefecture City. There were newspapers in the countryside. Xiuniang knew how to read and had seen it.

"The prince is too rewarded." Xiuniang was very happy for no reason, but subconsciously forbidden herself and was very happy. She said, "If the prince is fine, I will surrender."

"I said the wrong thing." Xu Zixian likes how he is now. It seems like a girlfriend is celebrating her birthday with him. He said softly: "You wait by the side, put the bowl aside and don't clean it up later. Aunt Li will talk to you tomorrow morning."

Aunt Li is another servant. Like all middle-aged women, no woman seems to like Xiu Niang to remarry a daughter-in-law like Xiu Niang. Xu Zixian felt that the women were just jealous. Xiu Niang was still so young and beautiful after remarrying, but they were all ugly.

Xiuniang didn't know what she was thinking, so she sat aside without saying a word.

The noodles under chicken soup are indeed very fragrant, and the hand-rolled noodles are more powerful. Xu Zi didn't like instant noodles or noodles, so he liked to eat wider hand-rolled noodles.

The taste is fragrant and the noodles are good. Xiuniang is skillful after all. Although she mainly cleans and washes in other courtyards, she rarely has the opportunity to cook with white noodles, but the noodles she makes are very stylish and very popular with Xu Zixian's appetite.

He wanted to say something, telling the woman not to go back to the dilapidated home and stay here, but Xu Zixian had already made arrangements for this matter, so he could only eat noodles silently and watch Xiuniang sitting quietly under the light and waiting.

...

The next day, Xu Zi slept soundly until he was pushed to death by Xu Ming.

When Xu Zi opened his eyes, he saw the little girl standing not far from the bed with red eyes, holding a stack of newspapers in her hand, and said with sadness and joy: "Brother, the newspapers from Fuzhou have been delivered."

Xu Zixian subconsciously said, "Oh, it's Saturday again."

Since the founding of Taizu, there have been some modifications to the calendar. In the past, the Chinese calendar was the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the months and days were the same. Later, Taizu determined the new calendar. In December of the year, he used numbers, and then divided one month into three tens of days to one month into four weeks, and seven days a week.

Officials were not used to it at first, but later Taizu regarded the sixth and seventh days of each week as official holidays. That is to say, in addition to the Spring Festival to the Lantern Festival, there are also the emperor's birthday, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingming Festival and other festivals, and they can rest for eight days a month.

This is really a good policy and all the officials are very happy.

Every Saturday, there will be new newspapers in the Fuzhou weekly newspaper. Generally speaking, it will be delivered to the surroundings in the middle of the night. There will be printing and printing in remote local newspapers, so it will not be too late.

A truly distant place can only be seen in one day or even two or three days later.

At this time, Xu Zixian saw the little sister's eyes turned red, and he said, "What's wrong?"

The younger sister handed him the newspaper and said, "Brother, I always thought you were heartless, but now I know that you have the heart to hide it in your heart."

Xu Zixian felt aroused, and he jumped out of bed. When he opened the weekly newspaper, he saw that there were no current affairs, society and business versions. However, the younger sister had already turned over the literary version. He looked closely and saw that the "Back View" he wrote was published in the literary version.

There are also editor's notes...

Of course, Xu Zixian didn't have to read the article. After glanced at the editor's note, he felt embarrassed.

The text is simple and unpretentious, but it contains profound emotions, excellent intentions, sincere feelings, and in fact, the words and sentences are very particular, and it can be compared with non-market vernacular...

The official documents of the Great Wei Dynasty have actually been changed to vernacular, and have been changed for nearly two hundred years.

Of course, it is standardized, and the spoken vernacular is removed. Moreover, the words are relatively simple and elegant than the real ordinary vernacular... but the vernacular is still vernacular.

Of course, true literary scholars look down on vernacular Chinese, folk novels, storytelling, and lyrics, and there are many vulgar and vulgar words. Where literati and scholars gather, these things cannot be put on the table.

Of course, Xu Zixian's article was also vernacular. He was a little worried at first, afraid that he would not be published in the literary version. After this editor's note, he felt relieved.

In fact, Xu Zixian was also worried that his back could become a famous article. Every word and sentence has its unique charm and feeling, which is something that ordinary people can write. This article is a very outstanding article for anyone. As long as the editor of the weekly newspaper is not blind, he still knows how to choose.

Now I can finally feel at ease. The weekly newspaper issuance is very large. Xu Zixian will soon become famous and clean up the unfavorable image of the past. The image of a filial son will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and will be recognized to a considerable extent... At least, the article written by Mr. Hou of Nan'an is pretty good, not the kind of ignorant appearance that people imagine.

As for why we didn't copy famous poems or classical Chinese articles that were not available in the Wei Dynasty, it was quite obvious. A playboy who had always been ignorant and could suddenly make a brilliant pen. Xu Zixian attracted people of doubt and controversy. Even if it was published, the effect would not be as good as this simple and unpretentious vernacular article.

"It's okay." Xu Zixian patted his younger sister a few times and said, "The Zhongyuan Festival is coming soon. I remembered that my father came and wrote this article."

"I know." The little girl said with a red eye: "You went for a walk by the river alone the night before yesterday. Xiuniang told me, brother, this should not be done in the future."

Are you afraid that I can’t think so? Not so...

Xu Zixian felt a little ashamed. No matter what, he had defiled his younger sister's innocent emotions and felt a little ashamed of his father. He used his deceased father as an excuse to make him famous, which made Xu Zixian feel very ashamed.

"It's okay." Xu Zixian patted the little girl's head again and said with a smile: "I'm so hungry, what's there to eat?"

"I asked Xiuniang to make it for you." The little girl smiled slightly and said, "How about the soup cake?"
Chapter completed!