C274 Warmth

In the distance was a large field of blooming wintersweet fruits. The fragrance of the wintersweet fruits wafted in the wind, bringing endless warmth to this cold winter. From afar, he heard the sounds of firecrackers. Some green smoke curled up into the air, and he remembered that it was the Song Kingdom's New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve was coming up in a few days.

The Jinguo was originally just a holiday. After exterminating the Liaoning and the Song Kingdom, they had just learned the Han Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival.

In the blink of an eye, Hua Rong also stopped talking, she sat on the carriage with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

He shouted, "Hua Rong, how many days until New Year's Eve?

Hua Rong still had her eyes closed, but patiently answered: "Today is the 24th of the Moon, they are offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God."

After the founding of the empire, the capital will be in the north, the open seal City will be in ruins, the Ying Tian will be lost, and Zhao Deji will have to head south to flee, and the palace will be at peace. A large group of scholars from the south brought with them the customs of Tokyo, and the people of the south followed the customs of Wutu, but there was little difference between the two.

The purpose of the offering was to let the Kitchen God get drunk and climb the gates of heaven, so that he would be unable to tell Haotian about the drawbacks of the families. Every household in the south wanted to buy wine and burn paper money; while the customs of open seal used to stick cooking horses on the stove and use wine grains to rub on the stove door, which was called "Drunk Si Ming"; Wu Di's custom was for men to use cooked pig heads, twin fishes, and tofu balls to worship the stove god, which the women had to avoid.

From the start of the ritual, every household would constantly burn firecrackers and brazier. The firecrackers during the Song Dynasty were very different from today's firecrackers. They were really made of bamboo, burning the bamboo until it turned red. If one struck the stone or hard ground, it would emit a loud crackling sound. At the same time, braziers were set up in front of the doors, burning beanstalk, dried wood, and some green branches with leaves. Everyone wore a big white silk moth flower, regardless of whether they were rich or poor.

At this time, the carriage had already entered a Town. After passing this Town, they would reach a safe place.

Jin Wushu heaved a sigh of relief secretly. He opened the curtain and looked at the people walking in and out, focusing on the unique customs of the Song Kingdom. It was lively, joyous, and full of pleasure. He looked at the vast lands outside the carriage. The wheat seedlings had grown out of the snow and ice. They were oily and extended in a long line. There were also other crops, crops and vegetables that he did not recognize … So rich, everything.

"Yang Yi Er", he had personally witnessed the prosperity of the Yangzhou, and the wealth of Wu Chu Southeast here was like never having gone through a war, there were also the songs of many songbird's music prostitutes, the acrobatics of an intelligent person, and the yells of people selling fruits and candied fruits … …

Right now, the half of the mountain that supported the Song Kingdom's taxes came from this piece of land. He thought to himself, with such a bustling piece of land, with just a little operation, or if he was willing to reuse Yue Pengju, the former Zong Ze and the others, how could the Jinguo attack an inch and a half of the land in the Song Kingdom?

Luckily, Zhao Deji doted on him and made him proud.

Fortunately, he had Qin Gui's brilliant move.

He laughed very loudly and did not try to hide it. The passersby who thought it was a visit from a certain rich family were not surprised at all. They just looked at it with a little bit of curiosity.

Hua Rong closed her eyes, half asleep. No matter how pleased he was with herself, she remained unmoved.

It was dark and bright again. The carriage never stopped, but they drank when they were thirsty and ate when they were hungry. While he was muddleheaded and unaware of the passage of time, although he was anxious in his heart, the distance between him and Penga grew further and further as he was imprisoned inside the speeding carriage.

She sighed in her heart. Her husband and wife had always been far from each other. This time, if they were able to survive, they really wouldn't want to show off. Perhaps, changing their lifestyle was the true way of life.

Finally, the carriage stopped.

The surroundings were pitch black, and the whistling of the wind could no longer be heard. Hua Rong was dragged down by two guards and sent into a room. The room was not luxurious, but it was clean and tidy. Two maids were waiting by the side, curiously looking at the "guest" who was tied up. They had never seen such a way of treating a guest. They were clearly prisoners, so why did they have to follow the customer's rules?

After running for a long time, Hua Rong was both physically and mentally exhausted. She was half-lying, and after a while, she felt thirsty and shouted: "I want to drink water."

The two of them looked at each other. The host didn't ask for tea, so they remained standing.

Hua Rong knew that it was Jin Wushu's orders, so she did not shout anymore. She closed her eyes and blurrily fell asleep, only to dream that Yue Pengju was flying fast like lightning in the wind. She was wild with joy as she shouted loudly, "Pengju, Pengju …"

She felt a sharp pain and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw that a hand had just moved away from her body. It was obvious that it was her who had given her a hard pinch.

This demon!

Jin Wushu's heart was about to spew fire. Damned woman, where does she think of Yue Pengju! He deliberately smiled as if nothing had happened and lowered his voice, saying, "Be good and I will take my son to have dinner with you. Otherwise, you will never see him again." Afterwards, without waiting for Hua Rong's reply, she ordered for a maid to bring the child in.

After crying for some time, the child suddenly saw his mother. With a wave of his hand, he rushed towards her. "Mom, mom …"

Hua Rong held her son and her tears fell like rain. Xiao Luwenlong reached out to wipe the tears on his mother's face and said, "Mother doesn't cry, mother doesn't cry …"

He and his mother were crying in each other's arms. Jin Wushu was bored to death, but he felt it was strange.

On the contrary, he felt slightly happy.

At least she was a woman!

All the servants had already left. On the table, there was a very sumptuous meal, and three bowls of bean congee s were steaming hot. The bean congee was in a pink glaze bowl, it was like cyan jade, it was a top quality porcelain. On the side, there was a plate of sugar ice produced in Yizhou.

When the child saw his mother, his tears had long turned into a smile. He smelled the steaming hot scent of the bean congee and laughed, "Mom, I'm hungry. Let's go eat …"

Jin Wushu said with a face full of smiles: "Son, it's time to eat."

Lu Wenlong stretched out his hand, picked up his son and carried him to the table. He let him sit down, then gave him a bowl of bean congee as he smiled and said: "Son, how about you try it?"

At that time, he didn't have any bleaching skills. The sugar ice were all brown red in color, but they were crystal clear and very cute. Lu Wenlong picked up a piece of silver with his chopsticks and placed it into the bowl. Seeing that his mother was still not coming up to eat, he turned his head and called for her.

Jin Wushu had always been unwilling to bother with Hua Rong, wanting to ignore her. However, seeing his son in such a state, he had no choice but to call him Hua Rong, "Eat first."

Hua Rong saw that the rope behind him, had been untied only when her son entered the room, and did not even have the time to hide it, she faintly smiled: "Jin Wushu, why do you have to pretend to be a good person?"

As he gave his son another piece of sugar ice, as if he hadn't heard Hua Rong's ridicule, he said to his son with relish: "People describe the sugar ice as having a poem about how it becomes amber after living for a thousand years. During the New Year's Sacrifice in La Yue, people drank bean congee that released this kind of sugar ice. This is a custom in Song Kingdom … "

He took a sip of the sweet bean congee and felt it was tasty, so he picked up a piece of the sugar ice and placed it in his mouth. He bit down on it with a "peng" sound and laughed out loud, then grabbed another piece of the sugar ice and shouted: "Mom, this is delicious, hurry up and eat it!"

When Hua Rong finally saw his son, she naturally didn't want her little girl to see the cruelest side of him. Smiling, she walked to his side and sat down next to him, softly saying: "Son, bean congee don't eat like this. Come, mommy will make it for you …"

She added a little something, stirred it, and handed it to her son. "Isn't that better?"

The child took a sip and happily said, "Mom, this is even more delicious. You should also eat …" He turned to Jin Wushu and beamed, "Abba, why aren't you eating? "You should eat too …"

Jin Wushu sat opposite him with a smile on his face and also picked up the bean congee for a bite, but he felt that the soup was sweet and smooth. When he looked at Hua Rong again, Hua Rong had a bowl as well. She ate very slowly and only helped her son pick up some of the dishes he liked.

He felt a little foolish looking at her. This woman, she had always had a different face. This side, why didn't she always have this side? Wasn't this her best and most beautiful side?

If she was always like this, why would the family of three suffer from her torture and bondage?

The moment this thought arose in his heart, he noticed what exactly he desired. From the age of fourteen or fifteen, he had been a soldier since the start of his career. Twenty years had passed, but the times he had spent at home could be counted on one hand. Furthermore, his mother had died young, his father had died young, and his children were numerous.

However, who knew that outside of war, the happiness of a family was also important? In addition to nestling, venting the desire, the husband and wife harmonious, the children friendly, is not also a kind of natural joy? In particular, the more they were influenced by the culture of the Southern Dynasties, the more they liked their natural bliss.

When Ye Lvguanyin was pregnant, he had been wild with joy. However, this kind of dream was quickly broken by the King Qin.

Now, the "family of three" banquets, their joy, is not one of the most desired pleasure in the depths of my heart? He was satisfied with his wife and children!

He sighed in his heart. If he wanted to have all of this, he could only use force, so he might as well force everything to the end. People are always stronger than fate, aren't they? Hua Rong, ever since Jinying, her fate had long since been in his own hands. Just like the other generals of the Jinguo, who accepted Song Nu as their concubine and forced them to join, they did not seem to be unhappy. If a woman had to be strong in order to conquer, then he could only be strong.

While he was eating, she looked at the mother and son getting closer, but Hua Rong turned a deaf ear to him, as if there was no one else by her side. After the mother and son finished their meal, the child told the story of the wolf. Hua Rong told the story of the wolf, but he fell asleep in her mother's arms, her hands hanging limply.

Hua Rong held his son, and the further he was away from Xi'an, the only consolation he had was the little girl in his arms. Her son's body was so warm that she hugged him tightly, forgetting her own situation. She took a blanket and covered him with it, listening to his breath, which was slightly hot.