Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 243|Hidden in the wild
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Wang Tiejiang’s family is not too small, and all these things add up to a mule cart.
As for the houses and fields, they cannot be sold if they are in a hurry to sell. Wang Tiejiang only tells the people in the village that the return date is uncertain.
Walking in such a hurry, everyone feels that his family has become a family member.
The mule cart walked crookedly on the ridge, and Wang Tiejiang hurried away despite his wife’s complaints.
The knife guest is penniless. Moli borrowed three taels of silver from him, and the knife guest used it as a ritual to give it to the Wang family. After all, it was a dragger of the family, and there were many places to spend money.
The old and young and the swordsmen who escorted them left together, and the yard immediately seemed a lot empty.
Moli slowly burned the stove with the firewood left by the Wang family, and cooked a pot of porridge that was so thin that it could barely be used as a mirror.
——No way, only this little rice.
From rolling up my sleeves to make a fire to uncovering the lid, I took it easy, and I didn’t see how hard he was, just a pot of steaming porridge.
Meng Qi didn’t sit idle, he went to the well to wash the dishes.
This well is not in the Wang’s yard, but at the head of the village.
When the women and the little ladies of several pulp and laundry were shocked, they couldn’t help taking a peek.
I have never seen such a handsome man before, but who is washing the dishes? Could it be that there is no female family member at home?
Before they had time to find out the origins of this strange man, Meng Qi had already lifted his foot and left.
The Confucian robe embroidered with golden osmanthus this morning, because of the melee in the Chenghuang Temple, it must be dusty. It can be worn, but it is not as conspicuous as before. But no matter what, this is the style of a trial dress. If you want to wear it, you need to have fame and fame. This makes the villagers dare not come up to talk with you.
So Meng Qi walked ahead, followed by a group of people.
When I saw Meng Qi enter the Wang’s yard, and heard that the neighbor next door to the Wang’s family said that Wang Tiejiang had dragged his family out to visit his relatives, he suspected that the Wang family had rented the house to outsiders.
Liu Niangzi dragged her internally injured body and stood stiffly at the door to block the villagers who came up:.
“…I’m Wang Tiejiang’s old neighborhood in the city… Yes, I’m a bit distant relative. My aunt is joking. If it’s renting a house, we shouldn’t say hello to the village chief or Bao Jia. The reason for moving in in a muddle? If you don’t live long, just rest your feet… When will you leave? Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow…”
The villagers regretted, whispered for a while, and then dispersed.
There were a few women who were reluctant to leave and wanted to find Liu Niangzi to continue to inquire about the situation, so they ate behind closed doors.
“What other relatives can the blacksmith have?”
“Bah, dogs look down on people!”
The women in the village regarded Ms. Liu as a servant. Although the boss was upset, she also knew that most of her sisters, nieces and nieces were not related to the scholar’s marriage, so she cursed and left after a while.
Meng Qi squatted behind the door panel, slandering Meng Qi for the trouble she had to go out and wandering around, but she did not dare to show any emotion on her face.
To be honest, she couldn’t understand a bit. Shopkeeper Sun might send someone over to take Tiesmith Wang away at any time, and the two of them even washed their bowls and cooked porridge?
It’s not that people in the rivers and lakes don’t eat, but when something happens, everyone usually uses cold water to prepare dry food. There was obviously nothing to eat here. Wang Tiejiang’s wife was a living person, and took away everything she could take, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The kitchen is empty, only the old bowls that don’t need to be covered with dust, and a handful of rice at the bottom of the altar that may be forgotten.
Why do you spend the effort of lifting water, washing dishes, and cooking? Isn’t it good to wait for the enemy to come?
No.
From Moli’s point of view, idleness is also idleness. Why doesn’t Youmi cook?
Whether it is Dragon Vessel or the world’s No. 1 master, life is always going to be lived.
“Very fragrant.”
Meng Qi sniffed as soon as he entered the door, he walked into the kitchen and put the bowl on the stove.
“The millet that can be seen everywhere, where is the fragrance?” Mo Li thought to himself that he didn’t put oil in the porridge.
“Does this need to be asked? It is cooked by the doctor himself. It is not a herbal medicine, it is not bitter but fragrant.”
When a certain national teacher praised him, he did not forget to complain about the bitter medicine that the ink carp had survived.
Mo Li heard the words and said in deep thought: “Don’t hide it from Brother Meng, in fact, I am quite good at medicinal porridge…”
Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi held his right hand.
Meng Qi was very calm and coughed: “It’s too much trouble to put herbs. It’s already hungry. Just wait for the doctor’s pot of porridge.”
So I picked two larger bowls and filled them with porridge. Mo Carp carried one in one hand. When I came out, I saw the complicated Liu Niangzi and said lightly: “There is a bowl on the stove. Go if you are hungry. Sheng, you have to heal your wounds.”
Liu Niangzi has no appetite at all. She guessed that her master will bring a more elite master to come soon. At this time, even if there are dragons, livers and phoenixes in the pot, she can’t eat it.
“No…no need.” Liu Niangzi refused halfway, but she said nothing when she met Moli’s gaze.
Although Meng Qi was anxious that this pot of porridge was made by himself and the doctor, as Taijing Longmai, he was not so naive-Moli would have more opportunities to make porridge in the future. Therefore, when she saw Liu Niangzi silently and went to the kitchen silently, she found it very interesting.
It’s gloating.
Meng Qi discovered that the most powerful ability that Moli learned from Qin Lu is actually to deter disobedient patients.
No matter who it is, if you are stared coldly, you will feel ashamed from the bottom of your heart, and the pressure is too heavy to lift your head.
Speaking of which, Moli has a more suitable position: to be a master.
Meng Qi couldn’t help thinking that if they met early, they would be the national teacher and the doctor would be the emperor.
Moli is not a stale old Confucian, nor is it like Meng Qi’s old friends who worry about the prince’s contending for the position, only teach the prince into the dragon and the phoenix, and intentionally or unconsciously ignore and suppress the princes.
The so-called ruler, minister, father and son, three outlines and five constants, precisely because everyone followed this set, the prince of Chu was brilliant, handsome, civil and martial, and he was well-received among the ruling and the opposition. It turned out that the prince died of a sudden illness. These princes who never thought that one day would be able to sit in that position were ecstatic, but Li Yuanze suddenly discovered that his sons were all mud that could not support the wall…
No, if Moli were an emperor, the prince might not have died of illness.
Meng Qi was in a daze when he thought about it, and almost hit the table when he stopped.
——Thanks to the subconscious reaction of the master.
Mo Li turned his head helplessly, pressing Meng Qi to sit down.
Strangely speaking, Mo Li feels that the situation always changes when he gets along with Meng Qi. Sometimes Meng Qi’s eyes are clear and arrogant, and he knows everything and can see through people’s hearts. He teaches people to rely on him to make decisions; sometimes Meng Qi is so unremarkable that he has to be standing by and watching that he can’t leave at all. The sight is about to show up, for example, wearing a piece of faded clothes can make other masters flicker and break the realm…
What’s even stranger is that Mo Lei finds himself willing to such a situation.
I don’t think there is any contradiction between “unconditionally trusting Meng Qi” and “teasing gerbils”.
After all, if there is only the former, it may not feel that Moli has an extra person, but an extra respectable senior. Senpai feels far away, and the person he loves is different.
“Sit firmly, this table is broken and one leg is not stable. If you hit it again, it will fall apart.” Moli stuffed the bowl to Meng Qi and motioned, “No chopsticks, just drink it.”
It’s basically water anyway.
Meng Qi looked at the bowl and thought that it was too thin. During the war in the past, he hadn’t drunk such thin porridge without rations.
Moli sat down opposite Meng Qi, and said in due course: “I wanted to use some coins to exchange some rice and pickles at the neighbor’s house, but seeing that you have attracted so many people when you go out, it’s fine.”
The villager Liu Niangzi blocked just now, there is really a desire to ask the three generations of the household registration, and pull the matchmaker on the spot to say dear.
“Yes, if they see the doctor, the number of people who come to the door will be doubled immediately.” Meng Qi nodded sensibly, holding the bowl as if he was holding a famous kiln celadon tea while tasting it. Said, “People like me and the doctor are not in touch with the mundane. Only when they return to the mountains and forests can be happy.”
Lady Liu who came out of the kitchen from the bowl: “…”
If the two people at the table are not drinking gruel, the credibility of this statement will be higher.
Meng Qi slowly “tasting tea”, shaking his head while drinking, closed his eyes and sighed softly: “The red sun is burning like a fire, and the wild rice is half-scorched. The farmer’s heart is like soup, the son Wangsun shook the fan. ……Which script is in this text?”
“Outsmart the birthright?”
Mo Lei raised his eyes, did he vaguely feel a cool breeze?
Yes, there are people on the roof!
“The son and grandson do not know the suffering of the farmer, but the farmer also wants to live the life of the son and grandson. The doctor and I are so hot that we don’t even want to leave the house, but there are still people full of brains and plans to restore the country. With such a big deal. The sun climbs on the roof, and depending on your posture, does you want to continue playing the second game?” Meng Qi drank the porridge with interest, and said categorically, “Don’t go, it’s hot!”
The man in the hat on the roof: “…”
The man in the hat was also calm, standing still without a word.
Meng Qi continued to recite the poem: “First bitter and then sweet, the river water, the fairy fog tea in the world of happiness…This sip, it’s so beautiful that it’s so beautiful that the cool breeze doesn’t change.”
Mo Li wanted to speak but stopped.
Ms. Liu leaned back against the wall and trembling, she couldn’t help but glanced at the bowl in her hand. If I didn’t know it was a bowl of gruel, I really believed in the evil of good tea.
“Doctors don’t have to worry, the thief is alone.” Meng Qi was very interested, and finally comforted Moli, “We may send the knife away, and we may be in his arms. The rejuvenation that we have accumulated in decades The power can’t stand the big damage. I just want to lead us away right now!”
Meng Qi indicated by action, not to leave.
There is porridge cooked by the doctor, and I don’t even want to go out.
Mo Li is worried that the Douli people will be mad, destroying the village and destroying the house, and besides, if they don’t move here, shopkeeper Sun can just escape.
Meng Qi winked at Moli, and then wrote three words on the table with his fingers.
Fengxing Pavilion.
The people from Fengxing Pavilion escaped last night. Pavilion owner Qiu Jing is not a boring one. As long as he mobilizes his hands and fires a carbine in time, shopkeeper Sun and others may not be able to escape smoothly. Because the biggest and most threatening person is standing on top of them!
Meng Qi’s face is relaxed and relaxed, but his internal strength has been improved by ten percent, and he can do it anytime.
Moli slowly put down the bowl and stroked the handle of the knife.
“Guo Meng, we can talk.” From the roof came the sullen voice of the man in the hat.
Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, he hissed like a poisonous snake, like a strange wind passing through a rock.
“Tell me about the dragon veins.”