Yutai Bi

Chapter 7 Memories of the Dragon Boat Festival
She called Baicao to wait on her, and the first thing she did when she got out of bed was to change her clothes and kowtow to thank the three old ladies.He also happily took off the collar that he had worn since he was a child and gave it to his four-year-old "brother", Ninth Young Master Cen Zhilin.

From then on, she took her nanny Xu and her maid Baicao to live in this small courtyard in the third room.

With a snap of the fingers, it was three years.

"Third lady, take a break, it's almost noon." Baicao brought a cup of tea.

Lifting the white porcelain tureen, a layer of water mist rises from the mouth of the bowl, carrying the tranquil fragrance of tea.

Cen Sanniang put down the pen, stretched her neck, took a sip of the tea, and praised: "The skill has improved!"

Baicao stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders: "It's because my skills have improved. It's obviously the water I got from the center of the river. It costs three hundred yuan a urn."

Cen Sanniang frowned: "So expensive? Don't buy it in the future."

Baicao said with a smile: "I knew that San Niangzi would be distressed. Mom said that San Niangzi loves to drink tea, so save money in other places, and buy a jug of good water every month for San Niangzi to satisfy her hunger."

She has five or two cases a month.During the three-year filial piety period, apart from going to the grave every Qingming Festival, performing rituals in the temple, and paying respects to the three old ladies on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Cen Sanniang hardly left the yard.But the eyes and ears cannot be closed.It takes half of the monthly money to reward the servants in the mansion.Buy another snack, add some daily necessities, and use it tightly.No matter what Cen Sanniang did, she felt that the money was not enough.A urn of river heart water costs three hundred dollars, which is really extravagant.

Cen Sanniang shook her head: "Tell the nanny not to buy it next month, the tea brewed in the well water tastes just as good. How can I be so picky? I have tasted the taste and know what the tea made from Jiangxin water is like."

At this time, loose tea had already appeared in the Tang Dynasty, and tea cakes were still crushed and boiled.The three old ladies are addicted to tea, and Cen Sanniang promised to have a common language with her thighs, and without the skill of roasting tea, she still needs to be able to taste good or bad.

Baicao responded, and continued to tell the news: "The mother in the kitchen said that there will be a dragon boat race on the Dragon Boat Festival. Every year, the mansion pays out money to make dragon boats for the competition. I heard that this year the old lady is very interested. So the old man asked someone to wait at the dock outside the city. We set up a colorful shed and told the whole family to accompany the old lady to see it... but no one told us."

Her black and white almond eyes are full of longing.

There is less entertainment in this era, and the dragon boat race can be regarded as a big event comparable to the Chinese New Year.

Cen Sanniang closed her eyes, enjoying Baicao's control: "Everyone in the house will go, we will definitely be called. Nanny doesn't like to walk around, she will stay in the house, and I will take you there."

Baicao cheered, became excited, and chattered about the dress of the mistress Li during the Dragon Boat Festival that year when she first came to Cen's fourth bedroom. "... Madam is wearing a pomegranate red shirt with large sleeves and a light blue skirt. She is combing a cloud bun and wearing a pearl headband. Behind the back is the gold and silver flower moth that the master bought from Chang'an. The servant girl I have never seen such a beautiful hairpin. When the wind blows, the moth flaps its wings and wants to fly away. When the sun shines, it dazzles the servant's eyes...Later, the lady gave the purse embroidered with the five poisons as a reward. Slave, let this servant take care of the girl."

Cen Sanniang thought of Lu You's "Long Gan Xing": "The waist of the skirt is as green as grass, and the shirt is the color of pomegranate flowers. At the twelfth, I learned to play the zither, and at the thirteenth, I learned to play the pipa..."

Her heart was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, causing a dull pain.

(End of this chapter)