394, Stepmother (Full Order Required)

There were no more twists and turns on the way back to Bai's Cloth Shop in Qinghe Street.

At dusk, Bai Gui returned home.

A brazier was lit at home.

It was placed at the door.

"You didn't go home before dark, so you should step over the brazier before going home to avoid getting stained with dirt outside."

"You are my only son, so be careful in everything."

Bai Li said.

During the Qingming Festival, the gates of hell are wide open. She had heard some stories about men or women with insufficient yang energy who didn't have time to go home before dark and got stained with dirt. The next day, they behaved differently from usual. The neighbors were puzzled and invited Taoist priests or monks to find out that they were possessed by ghosts.

Although her son Bai Fugui was a martial arts champion, with a burly figure and strong blood, he should be careful in everything, and be prepared for the worst. .

"Okay, I'll step over the brazier and come in."

Bai Gui nodded, took off the gift, threw it from the brazier into the house, then stepped over it and landed steadily on the threshold.

Although he knew that ordinary ghosts would not dare to provoke him, it was better to follow the wishes of his family for such a small matter, and there was no harm in it.

Entered the house.

The brazier was not extinguished.

"I was happy to hear that you had taken Marshal Han as your master a few years ago. Don't laugh at me for being narrow-minded. After all, he is Marshal Han. We have climbed up the ladder. From now on, our family background will be different. When we compile the family tree, we can have more confidence and glory..."

"But you plan to join the army this autumn, and I hate it. I hate why I didn't stop you at that time..."

"But this is your ambition. Your master has taught you for so many years, you can't not go."

Bai Li held Bai Gui's hand and sat on the chair, crying and wiping tears, "I discussed with the Tang family a few days ago to set an auspicious date as soon as possible, and then you and Wan'er will get married..."

"The auspicious date will be set in ten days."

"You have to leave me a grandson these days no matter what. You are good at choosing people. Now Wan'er is in the right period for childbearing. If you choose a younger one, how can I live?"

She nags.

Bai Gui has heard these words so many times that his ears are calloused.

"Mom, don't worry. I am a ninth-rank Cheng Zhonglang, and I am a Tongzilang from the Tongzike. Now the Ministry of Personnel still holds my civil official title of Xueshulang. When I join the army, I will not be a big soldier, but at least a commander. This is just the initial experience. After one or two years, it will not be difficult to be promoted to a military commander, a military commander, or even a higher official."

Bai Gui sighed and explained patiently.

He is the top military scholar and a Tongzilang. Such qualifications are very popular. Even in the Song Dynasty, which values ​​civil officials over military officials, he will not be despised at all.

At the same time, he will only join the Imperial Guards when he joins the army.

The Imperial Guards are organized into four levels: wing, army, camp, and city. A city is composed of 100 people, a camp governs five cities, a army governs five camps, and a wing governs ten armies.

The commander governs a camp, which is composed of 500 people.

The military commander and military officer are in charge of an army of 2,500 people.

And this... is only the official position that Bai Gui has reached with his qualifications.

You should know that Han Shizhong, the former Privy Councilor (the highest military officer in the Song Dynasty), is Bai Gui's teacher. Even though Han Shizhong has retired, he still has many old friends in the imperial army.

With background and qualifications, the speed of promotion will not be slow.

In addition, the chance of dying in battle for a middle-level general like Bai Gui in the army is very small.

"How terrible the Jin people are."

"If the Jurchens are less than 10,000, they are invincible! If you go to fight the Jin people, who knows what will go wrong."

Bai Li said with lingering fear.

Although she was born in Lin'an Prefecture and had never seen the Jin people, the entire Jiangnan people had long been afraid of the Jin people. Hearing the bad reputation of the Jin people, how could women and children like her not be terrified?

"I didn't say I won't marry."

"Mother..., then you have to worry about this matter."

Bai Gui said.

He didn't mind getting married, it was a matter of sooner or later.

Now that he has decided to join the army this fall, according to the convention at this time, it is common sense to get married early and leave blood. No matter how many reasons there are, they are no more important than a family inheritance.

...

The next day.

Bai Gui went to the home of Li Qingzhao, the Yi'an Jushi, to play horse racing.

He also recited poems and wrote couplets.

In the past six years, he would take time out every once in a while to go to Li Qingzhao's home to play cards with Li Qingzhao and have fun.

First, Bai Gui needed to use Li Qingzhao's reputation to pave the way for himself. Second, Li Qingzhao treated Bai Gui very well and regarded him as her own son. Li Qingzhao had no children and was alone, so Bai Gui naturally had to accompany this "adoptive mother".

Well, in the fifteenth year of Shaoxing, that is, three years ago, Li Qingzhao saw that Bai Gui was really clever and clever, so she asked Bai Lishi to accept Bai Gui as her adopted son.

Bai Gui had no good reason to refuse.

In addition, Li Qingzhao, the Yi'an Jushi, also took good care of him on weekdays.

He could only go with the flow and agree.

He didn't mind the little thing about the name.

"Xiao Fugui..."

"I heard that you are getting married? This is the dowry that godmother saved. I lost some of it in playing cards over the years, but the amount is still not small. I will have someone send it to your home later. It is the gift money from godmother to you."

After the horse racing, Li Qingzhao took a sip of the tea in the cup, pointed to the dowry hidden in a pile of mahogany boxes beside the dressing table, and smiled.

Li Qingzhao, a lay scholar of Yi'an, was born into a wealthy family. Her father, Li Gefei, was a student of Su Shi and served as a member of the Ministry of Rites. Her mother was the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wang Gui. Her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, was also from a noble family. After the accumulation of their wealth, they were extremely rich.

"Thank you, godmother."

Bai Gui was twisting the horse chess and thinking about the way he played the horse just now. Hearing this, he nodded and thanked her.

It was just a little money. Li Qingzhao didn't care, and he wouldn't refuse. Anyway, Li Qingzhao had no other relatives except him, her adopted son.

"By the way, when I went to Yuhuangding yesterday, I picked a crabapple flower. The flower bloomed well and was quite spiritual. It was also good for making flower tea."

"My son borrowed the flower to offer to Buddha, so I will present it to you, godmother."

Bai Gui put down the horse chess, took out a jade box from his sleeve, handed it to Li Qingzhao, and said.

This crabapple flower was collected by him in the Hundred Flowers Garden of Penglai Cave Heaven in the Tang Dynasty of Xianjian. It is a spiritual herb. Although it cannot prolong one's life for a hundred years, it can still eliminate diseases in the body with the spirituality of this flower.

As for his parents in this world, Han Shizhong and others, he also secretly used spiritual herbs to help them recuperate.

"Such a beautiful crabapple flower."

"You want to make it into flower tea?"

Li Qingzhao shook her head lightly, and smiled tiredly. She yawned, dried the crabapple flower in a heater, and then made it into crabapple flower tea in the same way as making flower tea.

She is not young now, and often feels cold, so even though it is late spring now, there is still a heater in the room.

Not long after, a pot of flower tea was brewed by Li Qingzhao.

The two drank tea.

"Godmother's Ru Meng Ling is well written. My son loves this poem."

Bai Gui pointed to Li Qingzhao's handwriting posted in the room, and said meaningfully.

"My godmother's things are yours."

"You are so filial..."

"It seems that you want to exchange the crabapple flower for mine."

Li Qingzhao shook her head and chuckled, and she had already agreed in her words.

As she spoke, she drank the cup of flower tea. At first, she didn't feel anything, but she felt that the fragrance of the flower tea was overwhelming. But the more she drank, the more she felt that the coldness in her body was driven away.