Clayton Xie's Enchanted Feast Chapter 6

In this way, Clayton Xie lived a life of discussing with Dalton Qian every day how powerful the legendary Fang Chaoci was, and by the way, he was concerned about the preparation process for the Ghost Festival.

"The four sons are already waiting outside the door, should I let them in?" The housekeeper stood in front of the ink landscape screen and bowed to ask for instructions. This was the only way to help Clayton Xie regain his energy as soon as possible.

"Come in, come in." Sure enough, when it came to eating, drinking and having fun, Clayton Xie got excited. As if he wasn't the one who just vomited and was so desperate.

There are four brothers in the Xie Mansion who are responsible for planning festival activities and communicating with the Fourth Department and the Sixth Bureau. They are also Clayton Xie's playmates and are responsible for satisfying all the whims of his son. It is also possible that Clayton Xie may have problems because of his unconscious mouth. Disaster preventers when suffering from various injuries, commonly known as guards. At the critical moment, the hundreds of personal guards left by the eldest princess to Clayton Xie can be mobilized to take precautions.

These four brothers are a rare breed with multiple children. They are exactly the same in height and strength, with the same muscular back and waist, and the same high nose and deep eyes. They are full of exotic characteristics.

It is said that they were born in two territories jointly managed by Daqi and barbarians, and were of mixed race.

"Two Territories" is a relatively obscure term, and even many people in Daqi don't know it, but it does exist. It is located in the northwest boundary where Daqi and the barbarians intersect. It is somewhat similar to the meaning of "joint management of the two countries". Both Daqi and the barbarians felt that they had sovereignty over this territory. This was a historical issue between the barbarians and the previous dynasty. However, when Daqi replaced the previous dynasty, the problem still could not be solved well. The two sides have been arguing for many years, but they have never been able to tell the difference, so they can only remain in a stalemate.

The residents of the two territories are called dual subjects, an alternative form of dual nationality. They have to pay double taxes and perform double services. They are also nicknamed "two losers".

The special political environment nurtured special people, and the mixed blood of Daqi and barbarians were basically born here.

There is nothing wrong with being of mixed blood, but these quadruplets are unlucky because the barbarians are taboo about twins, thinking that it is an ominous omen, and four births are even more unforgivable.

Daqi is not that particular. Instead, he feels that having four sons in one birth is simply a symbol of having many children and bringing happiness.

The father of the fourth son is a Qiren and his mother is a barbarian. Their life was better when their father was alive. After their father was called to serve and never came back, their mother abandoned them without hesitation, causing them to suffer a lot at a young age. In order to survive, the four of them took advantage of the chaos and fled overnight to Daqi, where they were less discriminatory.

Before they were captured, they were fortunate enough to be appreciated by the eldest princess Wen Tian. After training, they were packed and sent directly to Clayton Xie.

Barbarians have names but no surnames. Clayton Xie gave his surname to his four friends, but the long names with the characteristics of ethnic minorities were not changed. It was just a bit convoluted to pronounce. People in the mansion were more accustomed to calling them Xie Dalang, Xie Erlang, Xie Saner and Thanks Xiaosi. They themselves are more accustomed to being called this, which makes them feel more belonging.

The four sons entered together, wearing uniform servant shirts, and changed into cyan autumn clothes early. They only used different patterns on the collar and cuffs to distinguish them from each other.

The servants of Clayton Xie's family will get new clothes of different colors every season, because Clayton Xie likes everyone to look clean and bright, and occasionally he will narrow the color a little, but it will definitely make people laugh or cry, but it will not make people laugh or cry. The degree of irritation and anger. The servants who knew this all felt that Prince Xie was a bit unfathomable. He seemed unreliable, but in fact he always managed to keep things right. He was so heartless and could not be just right.

"San'er, do you think we should have a sheep this year?" Clayton Xie discussed with Xie San'er excitedly.

There are many customs during the Hungry Ghost Festival, and there are differences between the north and the south. Customs are also slightly different in different places. Even if they live in the same city, different families will have more or less unique traditions. Clayton Xie also has his own way, which has long been established. As long as Clayton Xie doesn't get crazy and find another way this year, there won't be much trouble.

Sending sheep is the tradition of Zhending Mansion during the Ghost Festival. They worship their ancestors with fresh fruits and vegetables, and prepare steamed sheep for their grandchildren. There is also a place for their daughters.

When Clayton Xie was a child, his grandfather Taizong would give him a sheep every festival, hoping to bring good luck to him who lost his father early. He also wanted to show outsiders that although his grandson lost his father, he was even more powerful. The mother clan is protecting her and no one is allowed to bully her. Unfortunately, my grandfather only sent the sheep twice and then passed away. After his uncle succeeded to the throne, he inherited the throne and the tradition of giving sheep. Later, it was his cousin who gave it to him, as if his descendants would have endless supplies.

It's a pity that Clayton Xie doesn't even have a cousin anymore. Although his brother-in-law was a nice person, he was too conceited. Clayton Xie never expected him to remember this tradition.

"If no one gives it to me, then I will give it to myself on behalf of my grandpa." Clayton Xie thought very quickly. The rare sadness will always be like the water drops on the lotus leaf in midsummer, evaporating in the blink of an eye.

"Are sheep expensive?" Xie Erlang, who is not good at mathematics, said stupidly and bluntly, "When we were young, we used to herd sheep. There were so many of them all over the mountains and fields that we couldn't even count them."

Counting sheep is indeed a technical job. After all, sheep are mobile. Clayton Xie can still think of Xie Erlang scratching his head.

"Of course mutton is expensive." Clayton Xie knocked Xie Erlang on the head, "Have you ever heard that mutton is good meat, top-grade, and can only be eaten by noble people?"

Daqi's imperial chef only uses mutton for cooking. This is an express rule in the palace. Frying, frying, stewing, and making mutton in various ways, but no matter how good the craftsmanship is and no matter how delicious the cooking is, eating like this will definitely hurt someone. Clayton Xie is the biggest one under this rule. victim. But no matter what, mutton was a lifelong obsession of Clayton Xie's great-grandfather Qitai Zu. As a native of the south, this was what he liked. After finally becoming the emperor, he naturally had to let go. eat.

Later, for some unknown reason, mutton became the order of the imperial chefs. The most popular ones were those from Fengyi County on Shaanxi Road. They ate them every now and then and gnawed them every day. Clayton Xie began to question his life and felt that he was about to turn into a sheep. .

Of course, the idea that mutton will become good meat is also related to the fact that the barbarians control the entire north suitable for grazing, and Daqi really has no channels to import it. Things are more valuable when they are rare.

"I know, I know." Dalton Qian had probably acquiesced to his new identity as a spy and actively participated in the discussion, "It is said that an idle guy calculated that at least 434,000 muttons are eaten in the palace every year. One thousand four hundred and sixty-three pounds and four taels*."

As such a statistic was broadcast, there was a hint of stasis in the incense-lit room.

"Huh?" Dalton Qian was puzzled.

The second most kind-hearted among the four sons wanted to save the situation, but Clayton Xie himself exposed him. He was only wearing a plain sweatshirt with his chest and shoulders exposed. He raised his hand and pointed at himself without any embarrassment: "I'm probably you." The person who talks about being so idle. "

What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.

Dalton Qian felt that he might not survive tomorrow.

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At the same time, the eldest princess in Yingtian Mansion was reading over and over the letters written to her by Maxwell and Mr. , but still reluctant to move away from my eyes. Dou'er can move her hands, and Dou'er can eat by herself. Dou'er's food has finally been added from liquid food to minced meat. Even a small improvement can make her moved.

Suddenly a servant came to report that Master Fang had already left for Jiangzuo as promised.

Even so, Wen Tian did not put down the letter, but just nodded to express his understanding. She suddenly thought of the past events when she should have really seen Fang Chaoci for the first time.

She remembered clearly that it was spring, and Shengjia ran all the way from Jiangzuo through Yuezhou, Mingzhou, and Dinghai to Wenzhou. After going back and forth for more than two years, he finally returned to Jiangzuo. Her foolish son, who was still ill, was also taken away and brought back again by the worried Maxwell. It was said that he lived a very miserable life. He almost vomited all the way and his head never got better. By the time we returned to Jiangzuo, it was already the beginning of another year and everything was recovering.

Fang Chaoci led a team to ride horses. It was a cold spring. He was dressed in a crane cloak and had apricot blossoms on his head. He was young and romantic.

There was no one present who was not crazy about him, except his stupid son who still had the energy to pick and choose even if he vomited all kinds of meat and vegetables. Clayton Xie has always felt good about himself, and he feels even better about his biological father, who is not destined by fate, so he is very resistant to Fang Chaoci, who is known to be both talented and beautiful. He hates anyone who can surpass his biological father, as childish as a child.

The two of them, a young man from Wuling and a prime minister in white, were supposed to be young and beautiful, each with their own characteristics, but they missed each other for many years because of Clayton Xie's one-sided hostility.

This time, it’s time to change the way of life.

"Send someone to catch up and ask if he has a place to stay temporarily. If not, I have a good place to stay here." Wen Tian told his servants, "By the way, I will write back to the old man. If the house is available, Yes, don't worry about renting it out for now."

The most capable female envoy around the eldest princess was confused, but she still followed the instructions. Her own emperor changed after she was seduced.