As the New Year approaches, the late cold wave finally arrives. The rivers in Guanzhong begin to freeze, but the cold wave cannot stop the festive atmosphere of Chang'an. In two days, the New Year of the 16th anniversary of the celebration of the 16th.

All the power and struggles were diluted by the New Year's festive celebration. Zhang Huan and his friends were not used to the suppression of the Gaobu Courtyard of Shangshu Mansion, so they moved back to Gaosheng No. 6 Inn.

Early in the morning, Zhang Huan opened his eyes as usual, but he was shocked. The window paper was already bright and bright, "Oh no! How could you oversleep?"

He panicked and put on his clothes, put his shoes, went up to lift the window, and couldn't help but be surprised and happy. Although it was dawn, it snowed all night. Half a foot thick on the floor on the room and the ground. The sun had already come out, and the warm sunlight shone on the soft snow, reflecting the magnificent lilac color.

It was already very lively outside, with firecrackers constantly sounding in the distance. The children ran past the street happily, leaving behind laughter. Then there was a sound of wheels of carriages. This was a peaceful and vibrant morning.

Zhang Huan could not help but feel joy in his heart. He put on a soft head and walked out of the inn quickly. Pingkangfang is the most populous and most prosperous of all the shops in Chang'an. On the street where Zhang Huan lives, there are hundreds of inns of all sizes, all of which are full of scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam and Hu Shangs who traveled thousands of miles from the Western Regions.

There are people coming and going on the streets, both men, women, young and old, and everyone's face is filled with a confident and satisfied smile.

"Get rice cakes!" Several children jumped and jumped past Zhang Huan. A dozen steps away, the two strong men carried out a large wooden trough about a foot long. Behind them, several young men carried wooden hammers on their shoulders and carried several steaming large wooden barrels.

Zhang Huan had worked in Taiyuan and was quite skillful. He stepped forward and smiled, asking for a wooden hammer.

In the big wooden bucket was freshly steamed rice, four cents of glutinous rice, and six cents of rice. Everyone poured the snow-white rice into the wooden trough with all their hands and feet, "Go to start!" An old man ordered, and Zhang Huan and several others all swung wooden hammers and smashed them rhythmically in the wooden trough.

‘Bang! Bang!’ The sound of wooden hammers one after another, the rice was gradually melted. The wooden hammers kept pulling up the sticky rice paste and smashing it violently. This is a unique custom of the New Year. The rice is mashed into paste. Women use various molds to make rice cakes of large and small sizes and store them in water. This rice cake was first used to worship ancestors, and later became food that every household must prepare for New Year.

Zhang Huan smashed for a quarter of an hour, his head was sweating slightly. He smiled and handed the wooden hammer to another impatient young man and retreated.

He wiped his sweat, but suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice in his ears, "Uncle, where is Gaosheng Sixth Inn?"

"Pingping!" Zhang Huan was so surprised that she could hardly stop talking. No! Isn't the young woman in a gorgeous grenade dress in front of her Lin Pingping? How could she come?

I saw this girl every day before, and I thought she was so angry, but when I saw her, I found that she was so kind. Zhang Huan sneaked behind her and suddenly laughed in a low voice: "Are you here to find Zhang Shiba?"

"Yes! How do you know?" Lin Pingping turned around and suddenly found that Zhang Huan was behind her. She screamed with joy, put her hands on his neck, jumping and jumping excitedly, which made all the passers-by beside her dumbfounded, and then she covered her mouth and smiled.

"Okay! OK!" Zhang Huan suppressed his smile and pulled down her arm, "I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you would grow up a little, but I didn't expect you to be a wild girl."

But she hasn't seen her for more than a month. She is indeed a little pretty. Strictly speaking, she still looks plain. She just combed a very popular cloudy hair, and her hair is pressed on her face, showing a bit of charm. It is much better than the sky-sucking thorns she used to have two thorns.

Zhang Huan glanced at her eyes and saw a shiny little bronze mirror hanging around her waist. This was also popular in the New Year. Almost every girl hung one. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Where did your pan go?"

After saying that, Zhang Huan remembered that she had given it to him. He touched the back of his head and smiled: "I forgot that you gave me your pan, huh! Where did I put it?"

Pingping was anxious and hurriedly said, "Think about it quickly! Where did you put it?"

"Ah! I remembered it, I sold it for wine and drink it." Zhang Huan couldn't help laughing when she saw that she was about to cry in an anxious manner. She put her hands on her hands and a small silver pan appeared on the palm of his hand.

Pingping suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She was very happy when she saw Zhang Huan bringing the pan she gave him with her.

"Zhang Shiba, where is my sister?"

Only then did Lin Pingping remember that he forgot to tell him the purpose of going to Beijing, and hurriedly explained: "I went to Beijing to see my sister, don't be too careful!"

Zhang Huan smiled and knocked on her head, "I know! You are here to come to Qiaoqiao, not to find Zhang Shiba."

Pingping lowered her head and smiled embarrassedly. At this time, a group of children ran past them with a candy man. Pingping's eyes were distracted again. She looked at the little candy man who was lifelike, and her eyes couldn't help but show envy.

Seeing that her childlike heart was still the same, Zhang Huan shook her head and sighed: "In two days, I will take you to the night market and buy whatever you want."

As he said that, he looked around and asked in surprise: "Where is your luggage? Could it be that you just walked empty-handed?"

"Ah! I forgot to say it." Pingping said in a panic: "It was my third uncle who brought me here, but when we walked to the East City area, we got apart, and our luggage and things we brought to you were there."

"You might as well! I'll take you back to the inn first and then go to find him."

Zhang Huan took Pingping back to the inn. When he saw Lin Qiaoqiao, the two sisters cried with joy. Seeing this, Zhang Huan pulled Zhao Yan and took him to find the separated Uncle Lin San.

Under the careful care of his wife and everyone, Zhao Yan's injury gradually healed and his fever subsided. Although he could not do vigorous exercise, there was no problem riding a horse slowly.

The two of them rode their horses and walked slowly towards the east city. While looking around, they chatted nonsense, "Get sick, Pingping is deeply in love with you, but he actually came to Beijing to find you. I guess this is what the teacher's wife meant. Don't you really plan to marry her?"

Cui Ning's figure suddenly flashed in Zhang Huan's heart. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Now the imperial examination is about to be held. How can I think about this?"

"Hmph! Don't you do this, don't I know your ghost thoughts?" Zhao Yan looked at Zhang Huan's reasons and sneered: "I'm afraid you are fascinated by that Miss Pei, as if she is also interested in you, otherwise how could she lend us Ma and his subordinates? But he is the daughter of the left minister, and it's not that the illegitimate son of your aristocratic family can afford to marry. It's better to be realistic!"

"When will I be interested in her?"

Zhang Huan was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he immediately approached Dongshi Bridge. At this time, he saw an interesting scene, and then elbowed Zhao Yan's arm, and nodded forward and smiled: "Look!"

In front of the gate of Dongshi, people were crowded and very lively. Next to the first pillar in the left head, a middle-aged man was sneakingly following a young woman. The man was tall and had extremely long arms. It was the average third uncle Lin Deqi. The woman he followed was extremely plump and twisted her head three times, which made people couldn't help but think about it. Especially the pair of trembling breasts stood out like a big melon. She was carrying a little maid, who was holding a bunch of rouge and powder in her hands. I guess they were coming to Dongshi to buy cosmetics.

Lin Deqi quickly surpassed the woman, but suddenly stopped, scratched his scalp, as if he had thought of something. At this time, the woman had slowly approached. Lin Deqi suddenly became afraid of the back of his head and made a sudden realization. He turned around and happened to collide with the woman head-on. Lin Deqi's reaction was faster than that of the woman. His hand pushed forward quickly, as if to prevent the woman from hitting him, but the part he pushed was on two big cantaloupes.

The normal scene below should be the woman screaming in surprise, and then she pulled the little maid away in panic, but things were a bit unexpected. The woman remained tall and stood still. Lin Deqi took two steps back in shock and stared at the woman blankly. Suddenly, he slapped himself in a mouth, turned around and ran away.

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At this moment, Zhang Huan seemed to see a little bit of the woman's face. The white powder covered with white powder was two inches thick, and there was a bright red mouth with a big mouth in the white powder. He was so happy that he kept grinning on his ears.

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Chapter completed!