The blacksmith Wang's family has a lot of things, and they add up to a mule cart.
As for the houses and fields, it is impossible to sell them in a hurry. The blacksmith Wang only told the people in the village that he went abroad to visit relatives and the return period was uncertain.
In such a hurry, everyone felt that his family had climbed into a noble family.
The mule cart walked crookedly on the ridge, and the blacksmith Wang kept on rushing along despite his wife's complaints.
The swordsman was penniless, Mo Li lent him three taels of silver, and the swordsman gave it to the Wang family as a rite of passage.
The family and the swordsman who escorted them left together, and the yard immediately seemed much empty.
The ink carp slowly burned the stove with the remaining firewood of the Wang family, and cooked a pot of porridge that was barely enough to be used as a mirror.
- No way, only this bit of rice.
From rolling up his sleeves to make a fire to uncovering the pot, he was all calm, and he didn't see how hard he struggled. A steaming pot of porridge was just fine.
Meng Qi didn't sit still, he went to the well to wash dishes.
This well is not in the Wang's courtyard, but at the head of the village.
When the women and the little lady who were starching the laundry were shocked, they couldn't help but peek secretly.
First of all, I have never seen such a handsome man. Second, who is going to wash the dishes? Could it be that there are no female relatives at home
Before they could find out the origin of this strange man, Meng Qi had already raised his foot and left.
The Confucian robe embroidered with gold and osmanthus that I wore this morning had to get some dust because of the melee at the Temple of the City God. I could wear it, but it was not as conspicuous as before. However, no matter what, this is the style of the trial suit, and if you want to wear it, you must have a reputation, which makes the villagers dare not approach them casually.
So Meng Qi walked in front, followed by a group of people.
When I saw Meng Qi entered the Wang's yard, and heard from the neighbors next door to the Wang's family that the blacksmith Wang dragged his family out to visit relatives, he suspected that the Wang family had rented the house to outsiders.
Lady Liu dragged her internally injured body and stood at the door with a stiff expression to fend off the surrounding villagers:
"...I'm Blacksmith Wang's old neighborhood in the city... Yes, I'm a little distant relative, my aunt is joking, if it's a rented house, we don't have to say hello to the village chief and Baojia, and we'll move if we're confused. The reason for coming in? If you don't live for a long time, just take a break... When will you leave? It's not tomorrow or the day after... "
The villagers felt sorry for each other, and after whispering for a while, they dispersed.
There were a few women who were reluctant to leave and wanted to find Lady Liu to continue inquiring about the situation, and they closed the door directly.
"What other powerful relatives does the blacksmith have?"
"Bah, the dog's eyes are low!"
The women in the village regarded Mrs. Liu as a servant. Although the boss was unhappy, they knew that most of their sisters, daughters and nieces could not talk about the marriage of the scholar, so they scolded for a while and left.
Lady Liu squatted behind the door, slandering Meng Qi's troubles for having to go out and walk around to get her back, but she didn't dare to show any emotion on her face.
To be honest, she couldn't understand a little. Shopkeeper Sun might send someone over to kidnap Blacksmith Wang at any time. The two of them actually washed the 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 mix dry food. There was clearly nothing to eat here, and the wife of the blacksmith Wang was a person who could live a good life, so she took all the things she could bring, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The kitchen was empty, except for the dusty old bowls that were not used on weekdays, and a handful of rice at the bottom of the altar that I might have forgotten.
Why do you need to take the time to lift water to wash dishes and cook on fire? Is it bad to wait for the enemy to come
Do not.
From Mo Li's point of view, being idle is also idle. Why doesn't you have rice to cook
Regardless of whether it is Longmai or the number one expert in the world, life will eventually pass.
"good smell."
As soon as Meng Qi entered the door, he sniffed, and he went into the kitchen, putting the bowl on the stove.
"The millet can be seen everywhere, where is the incense?" Mo Li thought to himself that he didn't put oil in the porridge.
"Why do you need to ask? It's cooked by the doctor. It's not herbal. It's fragrant if it's not bitter."
When a certain national teacher touted it, he did not forget to complain about the bitter medicine that the ink carp had survived.
After Mo Li heard the words, he pondered: "Don't lie to Brother Meng, in fact, I am quite good at medicinal porridge..."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Qi held his right hand down.
Meng Qi was very calm, coughed dryly and said, "It's too troublesome to put herbs, and I'm already hungry, so I'll just wait for the doctor's pot of porridge."
So he picked two larger bowls and filled them with porridge. Mo Li carried one in one hand. When he came out, he saw Liu Niangzi with a complicated expression, and said lightly: "There are bowls on the stove, go and serve them when you are hungry. Gotta heal up."
Lady Liu had no appetite at all, and she guessed that the master would come with a more elite expert soon, and at this time, even if there were dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder in the pot, she couldn't eat it.
"No... No need." Lady Liu refused halfway, and she immediately fell silent when she met Mo Li's gaze.
Although Meng Qi wished that this pot of porridge was made by himself and the doctor, as a Taijing Longmai, he was not so naive—there will be more opportunities for ink carp to make porridge in the future. Therefore, seeing Liu Niangzi's silence for a moment, and silently bowing her head to the kitchen, she still found it quite interesting.
It's schadenfreude.
Meng Qi discovered that the most powerful skill Mo Li had learned from Qin Lu was actually to deter disobedient patients.
No matter who it is, being stared at coldly will feel ashamed from the heart, and the pressure will be so heavy that you can't lift your head up.
In this way, the ink carp has a more suitable position: being a master.
Meng Qi couldn't help thinking that if they knew each other early, they would be the national teacher and the doctor would be the emperor's teacher.
Mo Li is not one of those old Confucian scholars, nor is it like Meng Qi's old friends who are worried about the prince's struggle for the throne.
The so-called three principles of the ruler, the father and the son, and the five constants, is precisely because everyone follows this set. The Prince of Chu is smart, handsome, civil and military, and he is popular in the court and the opposition. As a result, the prince died of a sudden illness. These princes who never thought that one day they would be able to sit in that position were ecstatic, but Li Yuanze found that his sons were all mud that could not support the wall...
No, if Mo Li was the emperor's teacher, the prince would not necessarily die of illness.
Meng Qi fell into a trance after thinking 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.
Strange to say, Mo Li felt that the situation was always changing when he was with Meng Qi. Sometimes Meng Qi's eyes are clear and arrogant, and he knows everything and can read people's hearts, teaching people to rely on him involuntarily to make up their minds; sometimes Meng Qi is very unremarkable, and he has to be held by the side to watch. He can't leave, and once he leaves There is something wrong in sight, such as wearing faded clothes can fool other masters into a realm breakthrough...
What's even more strange is that Mo Li found himself resigned to such a situation.
I don't think there is any inconsistency between "unconditional trust in Meng Qi" and "teasing gerbils".
After all, if there is only the former, for Mo Li, it may not feel like an extra person, but an extra worthy senior. The feeling of the seniors is very far away, and the person you love is different.
"Sit firmly, this table is not very stable with a broken leg. If you hit it again, it will fall apart." Mo Li put the bowl in Meng Qi and gestured, "You don't have chopsticks, just drink whatever you want."
Basically water anyway.
Meng Qi looked at the bowl and thought that it was too thin. He had never had such a thin porridge when he was short of rations during the war.
Mo Li sat down opposite Meng Qi and said at the right time, "I originally wanted to use some copper coins to exchange for some rice grains and pickles at the neighbor's house, but seeing that you have attracted so many people after going out, that's all."
The villagers that Mrs. Liu had blocked just now really wanted to ask the three generations of their household registration, and they pulled a matchmaker on the spot to say they were close.
"That's right, if they see the doctor, the number of people who come to the door will be doubled." Meng Qi nodded, holding a bowl as if he was drinking tea from a famous celadon, while he said, " People like me and the doctor don't stick to the commonplace, and only by retreating to the mountains and forests can they be happy."
Lady Liu who came out of the kitchen with a bowl: "..."
If the two people at the table were not drinking gruel, this would be more credible.
Meng Qi "sips tea" slowly, shaking his head while drinking, closing his eyes and sighing softly: "The red sun is burning like fire, and the wild rice is half scorched. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, the son and grandson shake the fan... Alas, Which script is this from?"
"Outsmart the birthday guide?"
Mo Li raised his eyes, did he vaguely feel a cool breeze
Yes, there are people on the roof!
"Young master Wang Sun doesn't know the suffering of farmers, but farmers also think about the life of your son and grandson. The doctor and I are so hot that we don't even want to go out of the house, but there are people who are full of plans to restore the country. Climbing the roof against such a big sun , looking at your posture, do you want to continue to play the second game?" Meng Qi drank the porridge with great taste, and said decisively, "No, it's hot!"
The man in the hat on the roof: "..."
The man in the bucket hat was also able to hold his breath, and stood silently.
Meng Qi continued to recite the poem: "Bitter first, then sweet Zhaoxi water, fairy mist tea in the world of happiness... This sip, it feels like a fairy in the heart, and the cool wind does not change the good water."
The ink carp stopped talking.
Lady Liu leaned her back against the wall and trembled, and after hearing this, she couldn't help but glance at the bowl in her hand, thinking that if I didn't know it was a bowl of gruel, I would really believe in the evil of good tea.
"Doctor don't have to worry, that thief is alone." Meng Qi was very interested, and finally comforted Mo Li, "When we send the swordsman away, we may be in his arms. The power to restore the country that has been accumulated for decades, But I can't stand the big damage, and I just want to lead us away at this moment!"
Meng Qi expressed with actions that he would not leave.
There is porridge cooked by the doctor, and I don't even want to leave the door.
Mo Li was worried that the Dou Li people would be mad and destroy the village and houses. Besides, if they didn't move here, Shopkeeper Sun would be able to escape.
Meng Qi gave Mo Li a wink, and then wrote three words on the table with his fingers.
Fengxing Pavilion.
The people from Fengxing Pavilion escaped last night. The owner of the pavilion, Qiujing, is not a boring owner. As long as the manpower is mobilized in time to fight the carbine, 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 was leisurely and relaxed, but his internal strength had already increased by 100%, and he could do anything at any time.
The ink carp slowly put down the bowl and stroked the handle of the knife.
"Meng Guoshi, we can talk." The man in the hat came from the roof with a cold and charismatic voice.
Before Meng Qi could speak, he hissed like a poisonous snake, and like a strange wind passing through the cracks in the stone.
"Tell me about the dragon veins."
The author has something to say: gerbil: drinking porridge happily, legs up.jpg
Get some sun, you idiot