Chapter 121: Young Master Zhaodu (two more) (1/2)
Chapter 121 Young Master Zhaodu (two more)
Gu Jiao woke up before dawn. After washing, she went to feed Xiaojingkong's chicks first.
Chicks are almost growing into big chickens nowadays, and they will crow occasionally. If no one gets up, they won’t fight.
There is a small market near , which is in a different direction from Guozijian, and it is also very fast to walk.
Gu Jiao carried the basket on her back and went to the small bazaar.
”Buns—fresh and delicious buns—” a vendor yelled.
Gu Jiao walked over and asked him, ”How much is a bun?”
The hawker saw the birthmark on her face, but he didn't show the slightest strangeness. He was indeed a Beijinger, so it's not surprising.
The hawker smiled and said, ”One big meat bun with three texts and two brown sugar buns with three texts! How many girls do you want?”
The buns are very big, and one is almost full. Gu Jiao took out the food box from the small back basket: ”Eight meat buns, four sugar buns.”
They eat meat buns, but sugar buns are small and empty.
Four of them don’t know if he can get enough, the little guy’s appetite is a bit surprising.
”Okay! Thirty articles in total! Give you a steamed bun!” The vendor installed the steamed buns and steamed buns for Gu Jiao.
”Thank you.” Gu Jiao paid the money and went to buy pots and pans and other kitchen utensils, followed by firewood.
The firewood in Beijing is not cheap. A bundle of firewood with ten copper plates can burn about two to three days at the rate of firewood in their home.
Gu Jiao asked for two bundles of firewood, and then asked how to sell the charcoal.
The hawker selling firewood said: ”Does the girl want black charcoal or silver charcoal? Black charcoal costs five cents a catty, and silver charcoal costs twenty cents a catty.”
”Silver charcoal is so expensive?”
The hawker selling firewood laughed and said, ”Silver charcoal is easy to use!”
This is the big truth. Black charcoal is not only intolerant of burning, but also smoky. In contrast, silver charcoal is much more resistant to burning, and there is no smoke.
Finally, Gu Jiao bought one hundred catties of silver charcoal for seventeen cents a catty.
The hawker drove the mule and delivered the firewood and silver charcoal to the door by himself.
Xiao Liulang has gotten up and has cleaned up the stove. He is cleaning the backyard at the moment. His movements are very light and he hasn't awakened anyone.
”Morning.” Gu Jiao said hello.
”Morning.” Xiao Liulang nodded.
Gu Jiao directly asked the vendor to move the firewood and silver charcoal to the stove.
After the hawker left, Gu Jiao walked over and took the broomstick from Xiao Liulang: ”I'll come on, you go and sort the box.”
This time in Beijing, Gu Jiao, the old lady, Gu Yan, and Gu Xiaoshun didn’t have much luggage, but Xiao Liulang and Xiao clear space were full of large boxes. Xiao Liulang's main thing is books, the small clearance is the things brought back from the temple, of course, there are his seven chicks.
”Okay.” Xiao Liulang turned and went to the study.
After a while, Gu Jiao brought him two steaming dumplings with big meat: ”You eat first, I'll make some millet porridge.”
”Have you eaten yet?” Xiao Liulang stopped her.
”Not yet.” Gu Jiao shook her head.
She wanted to say that I can eat the porridge as much as I can. Unexpectedly, Xiao Liulang pushed the plate forward: ”Let's eat together.”
Gu Jiao thought for a while: ”Okay.”
Since the family grew up, the two of them have not eaten alone for a long time. The most recent time was at the inn in town, but that was also half a year ago.
The two sat face to face, as if returning to the original days.
Gu Jiao laughed.
”What are you laughing at?” Xiao Liulang asked.
Gu Jiao held the big meat bun in her hand: “Laughing when I asked you to eat for the first time, do you think I’ve been poisoned and never dared to eat it?”
”I didn't.” Xiao Liulang denied it.
Gu Jiao suddenly leaned over and stared at his handsome face close at hand: ”Aren't you afraid of my poisoning now?”
Is it too hard to trust me?
When Gu Jiao was complacent, he saw Xiao Liulang look at the bun in his hand complicatedly, and then he took Gu Jiao's bun over and gave his own bun to Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao: ”...”
The two had breakfast, and the family hadn't woken up yet. Xiao Liulang was going to report to the Imperial College. Gu Jiao estimated that they were going to sleep until noon, so he sent Xiao Liulang to the Imperial College.
Guozijian officially opened in late October, and now some students have come to report one after another. Some are local in Beijing, and some come from other places like Xiao Liulang.
The regular supervised students of Guozijian do not need to pay for repairs. All expenses are paid by the imperial court, including the dormitory and food of the supervised students, and are also allocated from the imperial government's finances.
Xiao Liulang reports to the School Affairs Office today and can go back. Of course, he can stay in the Imperial College for self-study if he wants to.
Guozijian has the largest collection of books in Zhaoguo, otherwise it will not become a holy place that all scholars dream of.
Gu Jiao is waiting for him outside the Imperial College.
The busy traffic in front of her made Gu Jiao feel very fresh.