C4 Qiaoqiao Holiday

When Zhang Wentao and the others saw this scene, they turned pale with fright. At first, they were afraid that the snake would bite Zhang Jingxuan, but when they saw that there wasn't such a big risk, they quickly called Zhang Jingxuan's name and asked him to come over.

When the little guy saw his family and was happily stunned, the little white snake finally found an opportunity and disappeared from their line of sight.

When the little Zhang Jingxuan saw that the toy was gone, he slowly crawled back to his family. When the strange grass touched him, it would either obediently avoid or soften, and would not hurt him at all.

Zhang Wentao and his servants were curious, but the abandoned garden was not a place to stay for long. Since he had found Zhang Jingxuan, he quickly carried him and ran out. They locked the door again and blocked all the holes in the wall. He wished he could cover the entire abandoned garden so that he could feel at ease.

That night, when nothing happened, everyone felt slightly relieved.

The next day, there was nothing strange. The family and the maid stayed close to Little Zhang Jingxuan this time. No one knew how he got into the abandoned garden. They had no idea where that little white snake came from. Since it was fine, they should thank the heavens and earth. No one dared to investigate further.

The strange thing was that ever since that day, the rumors about snakes in the neighborhood had been reduced to less than a day, and it gradually became inaudible. A calamity that caused a great uproar had arrived mysteriously, and it had gone without a trace.

It was unknown whether it was the servants or the maidservants who had spoken too much about the events of that day, but the neighbors had spread it. Some said that Zhang Jingxuan was a golden body boy who suppressed evil, even though they did not completely believe it. However, most of them had heard of a strange kid in the Zhang family.

It was already his fifth birthday, and other than those strange people, no one else would pay him a visit. Everything seemed to be the same. Little Zhang Jingxuan naturally didn't care about the masters that he had invited to teach him martial arts. It could be considered as saving some silver for his family.

However, compared to the silver he was going to spend next, it was nothing.

After two to three years of peaceful living, Zhang Jingxuan was a little boy who was almost eight years old. During these days, apart from following Teacher Han and reading the scriptures and classics, he had been comprehending the various martial arts and knowledge taught by his teachers that he had met once every day. In terms of intelligence and physical aptitude, he was already at the top. After the slap that the old Daoist gave him on his birthday, no matter what he learned, he was much faster than before. The energy contained within his body was unknowingly much greater than before. However, all of this was hidden within, and even he himself had no way of knowing.

On this day, it was the Qiaoqiao Festival on the seventh day of the seventh month. During this period of time, the women in the house could not go out often, and only on days like the Shangyuan Festival and Qiaoqiao Festival could they put on new clothes. The sisters went out in groups of three or five to stroll around the streets. They could even find a chance to go home later and meet their lover next month. Du Mu tasted Shiyun. "Silver candle, autumn light, cold painting screen. Light a small fan and throw it at the fireflies. The heavenly night sky was as cold as water. Sitting and watching the female artiste, "was roughly describing the situation.

And on the same day, the children would pick wild flowers and hang them on cow horns. It was also called" He Niu's Birthday. " It was said that after the Western Mother used the heavenly river to separate the Niu Lang and Zhi Nu, the old bull wanted the Niu Lang to cross the heavenly river to see Zhi Nu. He asked the Niu Lang to cut off its skin and drove its hide to see the Weaver. In order to commemorate the old Ox's spirit of sacrifice, people had this custom of "celebrating the Niu's birthday."

In addition, the most important thing is that we have to eat something for every festival! Qiao Fruit, also known as "Qiqiao Fruit," first melt white sugar into sugar in the pot, then mix it with flour and sesame seeds. After mixing it evenly, it will be spread on the table and thin. After cooling it, it will be cut into long cubes with a knife. Finally, he folded them in the shape of a shuttle and fried them until they were golden. A skilled woman could even create various types of legendary Seven Nights. If one was willing to spend money to buy one jin, there would be a pair of armor among them. They were like a gate god's puppet, known as "Fruit Eating General." At this time, they were holding it in their hands as they walked along the streets. This would undoubtedly attract countless envious gazes.

To the children, there was food, entertainment, and even prestige for the festivities. How could they not be abnormally excited?

Counting it up, Zhang Jingxuan had been locked up at home for about a dozen days before this day. It was not because of anything else, but because he was fighting with his friends. He had beaten up a kid in the neighborhood who was a few years older than him, Long Xiaohei, until he cried and went back to complain. His parents had brought their crying children to his house to look for him. In the end, Zhang Jingxuan rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't hit him at all. I only stretched out my leg, and he fell to the ground and ate sh * t." Zhang Wentao was so angry that he shut his son up. He even had to spend some effort to apologize to them.

When Qiaoqiao arrived, Zhang Jingxuan could not sit still anymore. The eldest son had already run over to greet his father. Then, with a smile on his face, he swayed back and forth in front of his father. He helped to serve tea and water, and also helped to fan and wipe away his sweat. As a father, how could he not know what this little brat was thinking?

Perhaps it was because he was dizzy from the swaying in front of his eyes, or perhaps it was because his heart was too soft to keep him at home. Zhang Wentao said with a stern face, "You little devil, I was going to lock you up for a few more days so that you can have a good memory. But it's time for Qiqiao. If I don't let you go out and run, you won't be able to feel comfortable for a year. Forget it, I'll give you a day off today. I'll punish you when I come back. Did you hear that? You're not allowed to fight with your friends anymore! Otherwise, dad won't even let you go out during the New Year! "

"Alright! Father, don't worry. I won't do anything, I won't do anything. A gentleman. If you don't fight, I won't fight back." When Zhang Jingxuan heard that he could finally go out and play, he was amused. Inwardly, he was very happy.

Zhang Wentao finally could not hold his face anymore. He stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Jingxuan's head.

"You brat, quickly go and play. Take some money to buy some fruits and share them with your friends. Come back earlier. You are not allowed to go into the woods and watch others hug."

"Oh? Forest? How did Daddy know there was such a program? Should I go through it myself or... " Seeing his dad's unfriendly expression, Zhang Jingxuan hurriedly took the silver in his hand and disappeared without a trace. Only Zhang Wentao himself shook his head helplessly. This child was so mischievous. Who did he resemble?

It had been more than ten days since Zhang Jingxuan went out on the streets. Once he went out, his eyes would not even be able to catch a glimpse of him. Initially, Zhang Wentao had arranged for his old servant, Zhang Si, to follow him. However, he had been following him everywhere. In a short while, he had left Zhang Si behind and left him nowhere to be seen. Of course, Zhang Si was also old. This was also considered a form of sympathy for the old man. Otherwise, with his monkey strength, if Zhang Si followed him in a circle, he would probably be out of breath.

After spending some silver to buy a catty of sweet fruits, Zhang Jingxuan was not in a hurry to eat them. He held the pair of "fruit eating generals" and leisurely walked through the market, enjoying the feeling of being in the limelight. Passing through this bustling market, was the pond by the city's side. The children were probably all there "He Niu's Birthday." What about it?