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Early the next morning, Da Gege had just gotten up and finished washing up when she received all the news about the Xiong family¡¯s youngest daughter in the capital in the past four years from the servant she sent out yesterday.
After thinking for a moment, Da Gege came up with a general idea and began to dress herself up carefully.
After spending an hour, Da Gege finally felt satisfied and went to Niu Colu and Fujin¡¯s courtyard to pay his usual greetings and report that he was about to leave the house.
Niu Gulu Fujin also feels that her daughter is either busy with all kinds of trivial matters these days, or learning various etiquette and etiquette from her grandma, and she really needs to go out alone to relax. What's more, you are going to your own territory, so there is no need to worry at all.
As long as my daughter doesn¡¯t encounter anything related to His Highness, she is a complete villain. In this capital, everyone who can bully her is in the palace.
So, Da Gege, who was happily sent out by his mother-in-law, took two large teams of maids and guards, and took a special carriage given to him by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and slowly left the imperial city.
There are currently six newly established civilian women's colleges in the capital, all of which are built in the outer city. There is one in each of the four outer cities, and there are also two aristocratic women's academies that accept girls from all ethnic groups and places in the Qing Dynasty, and even from the surrounding small vassal countries.
The college where little girl Xiong Wenlin studies is located in Xicheng District, not far from Guarjia Mansion. In the college, there are also some girls from rich and petty official families studying together with the daughters from common people's families.
The horse-drawn carriage with the royal and Guarjia government logos was driving steadily on the asphalt main road in Xicheng District. Pedestrians on the road automatically moved out of the way when they saw it.
Feeling that the carriage was a little stuffy, I opened the safety glass window of the carriage slightly to let in some of the dry air in the late spring of Beijing.
In an instant, the various lively and noisy sounds of the people in Forty-Nine City were transmitted to Da Gege¡¯s ears one by one through the thin gauze and narrow window gaps.
"Candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick, big and sweet candied haws on a stick, it's a penny each, if it's not sweet, it's free."
"We are selling newspapers. Do you still have the "Tengluo Daily" that was released yesterday? If you haven't bought it, come and buy it. There are only twenty copies left."
"Second boy, please send three copies to our store first. Don't wait until you sell out again."
"Dad Wang, did you bring in two more distinguished guests this time?"
"Hey, Brother Sun, who can come to the capital city and not be a distinguished guest?"
"Brother Wang is right. This new brother Sun, don't worry. We do a lot of business with our battery cars picking up and dropping off guests. As long as those outsiders come to the boundaries of our capital, they will follow the rules unconsciously. The rules in our capital have become polite and polite, and our actions are particularly generous."
"Okay, I have accepted your good advice. Will you all come to my house for a drink tonight? My mother-in-law cooks very good braised vegetables."
As the carriage moved slowly, Da Ge Ge was getting farther and farther away from the gathering place of government-run taxi shops, and the shouts of the coachmen gradually became inaudible.
After the development of the past four or five years, the capital city is much more prosperous than before. The gates of the Forty-Nine City are busy with traffic every day, and there are long queues for both people leaving and entering the city.
In the past, the cart drivers at the gates of each city now all have a green three-wheeled battery cart, which is managed by the imperial court in an orderly manner, with unified charging items.
It¡¯s just like the Didi cars and taxis Aruna saw when she was a wandering soul. Of course, those in the capital of the Qing Dynasty were all neatly packed small three-wheeled electric vehicles, with a large cover hanging on them to protect them from wind and rain.
In fact, when battery-powered cars and tractors were first developed, Emperor Kangxi allowed officials of third rank and above to drive tractors in Sijiu City.
But since he discovered the environmental pollution and noise caused by tractors, he decisively issued a ban. No one is allowed to run tractors in Sijiu City.
Even now that tractors have been greatly improved and have become much smaller, no noise, and no big black smoke, Emperor Kangxi still adheres to this policy.
The aristocratic officials in the capital, from those who dared to be angry but dared not speak out, to now accept it well and even strongly support this policy, have indeed proved the wisdom of Emperor Kangxi's prohibition.
" Sijiucheng is such a big area. If every household drives a tractor, there won't be enough parking space, and everything will be blocked on the road.
"Da Ge Ge, the clouds have arrived."Watching the buds and leaves expand after absorbing water, they gradually stretch out their little bodies that are sleeping and don¡¯t want to wake up.
Quietly waiting for the soft steeping tea to finish, Da Gege raised his arm, took a tall kettle, and poured boiling water into the tea cup with high and low pours. It was almost more than 70% of the capacity of the tureen, and the temperature was about 80 degrees Celsius. The fair and chubby wrist flexibly controls the momentum of the water, causing the tea leaves to tumble in the tureen and spreading the tea soup evenly.
The color of Biluochun is relatively soft and bright, with silvery green and emerald green. The teeth are in the shape of curled pekoe, and the leaves are curled and clear green. After being soaked in boiling water, it sinks quickly. After sinking to the bottom of the cup, the young shoots grow unbridled and slowly The child, quietly and lazily stretched out.
The buds are large and the leaves are small, the soup is green and clear, the bottoms of the leaves are bright green, and the aroma is fresh and rich. It has the fragrance of flowers and fruits, and a sweet aftertaste.
The color of the tea soup is clear and soft, bright and bright. There is a rich and strong fragrance in the clear fragrance of tea, which smells like the fragrance of flowers and fruits, making people intoxicated and fascinated.
After brewing, the surroundings were misty and the tea smoke was curling up. Da Ge Ge put his nose close to the tea cup and smelled it carefully. He was secretly satisfied with the familiar taste and couldn't help but reveal a smile of complete relief from the depths of his soul.
Those humiliating past experiences are like the pot of tea in front of her. After tasting the bitterness and stepping over it, she will be left with the intoxicating sweetness that belongs to her alone.
When the little girl Xiong Wenlin was led in by the maids, she found that Da Gege was concentrating on making tea. She didn't notice her arrival at all, so she stood quietly aside without disturbing her.
"Waiting until Da Ge Ge finished brewing the tea bag with graceful movements, she was about to speak, but she noticed Da Ge Ge's smile at the fragrance of tea, and Miss Xiong couldn't help but choked.
It¡¯s really that the picture in front of me is too beautiful and shocking.
A young lady with sparse features was sitting quietly behind the tea table, surrounded by misty tea smoke, as bright and dazzling as the colorful hibiscus flowers standing in the clear pool of water.
"The beads of scripture remain still and the eyebrows are condensed, and the beauty is gone to reveal the innocence." There is a touching smile at the corner of the mouth, and the light in the almond eyes flows, as if he is thinking about all the best things in the world, and at the same time there is a free and uninhibited Wei. Jin Fengliu is coming.
No matter how precocious, intelligent, independent, and still young, the 12-year-old girl Xiong Wenlin was still overwhelmed by the powerful aura that Da Gege unconsciously exuded on this late spring morning.
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