The ink carp looked at the extra things in the bag with tears and laughter.
White soft and sticky cloud cake, fragrant pine and delicious almond cake, soft sweet and mellow wine cake.
In the middle of the three tightly tied paper bags, there was a chubby and furry gerbil sleeping.
"Doctor Mo?" the boy outside shouted.
"… here it comes."
The ink carp carefully reached out and picked up the gerbil and put it into his arms.
This time, I asked Cihuitang to go to the ready-to-wear store to choose the clothes, and specially explained that a small pocket was sewn on the inner lining of the chest.
In fact, many clothes have such hidden pockets, but some are not in the right position and some are not in the right size.
The ink carp didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
Before putting it away, I have to stroke the soft fur of the gerbil, don't press it.
The gerbil rubbed his head against the palm of the ink carp and continued to sleep soundly.
After the "mouse on the heart" was placed, the ink carp smelled in the palm of his hand, and it was all sweet.
"… "
How many snacks did you eat? !
The Suzhou-style pastries are too sweet, and the ink carp is not used to it, but Meng Qi likes it very much.
It was so sweet that the gerbil was like falling into a sugar jar these two days, not only eating it, but also bringing it back.
When I came back in the morning, the sugar rice cake that I sneaked over was still warm, with a lot of oil and sugar, and it was delicious, and the price was naturally not much cheaper. However, when this kind of cake was put in front of Qin Lu, Qin Lu couldn't even touch it, and he did not allow his apprentices to eat more. Tang Xiaotang didn't even have the qualifications to watch it when he changed his teeth, so Mo Li was inexplicably carrying his teacher behind his back. The illusion of eating outside.
Although, the ink carp did eat it secretly.
Mr. Qin is getting old, no matter how good his body is, no matter how good his martial arts are, there are some things that he can't eat too much.
However, there are no dim sum shops near Qimao Mountain, not even a decent restaurant. It is just plain cooking with thick oil and red sauce. With this kind of taste, poor people can't eat it several times a year.
Mo Li looked down at the gerbil in his arms, and then looked at the snacks in his bag.
Those three items were clearly bought by Meng Qi on purpose. They were not too sweet, and fit the taste of black carp. They were suitable for eating on the road.
But the ink carp didn't want to eat it. The first thing he saw was the gerbil sleeping in the pastry paper bag.
Soft, fat, like glutinous rice cake.
It looks delicious.
But now, Doctor Mo looked down at this delicious piece of glutinous rice cake with a blank expression, and wanted to wake up and let the glutinous rice cake brush his teeth with green salt.
What if the tooth of the dragon vein is broken and the aura cannot be replenished
"Doctor Mo, the carriage is ready, and the driver is waiting outside."
The servant of Cihuitang ran upstairs and wanted to help Mo Li carry the burden.
Mo Li said no, but this time, in addition to the burden, Cihuitang also helped him prepare a rattan box, which was only available in the south.
Lightweight, strong, and resistant to beating, the rattan box is covered with a layer of tarpaulin to prevent rain and moisture.
Apart from the fact that weapons are not used to falling on Feihe Mountain, there is nothing missing now.
The carriage was waiting at the entrance of Cihuitang. It was a hired car, and it was agreed that it would be delivered to the next county. It was only after noon, and when the two doctors from Cihuitang saw that there were no patients, they came to the door again.
The kindness was hard to resist, and Mo Li could only give up the plan to "walk" out of the city.
Meng Qi didn't know why he turned into a gerbil and waited for him to come back, but it was just right, because the carriage was so narrow that only one person could sit.
Because they were going to the dormitory before dark, the people in Cihuitang didn't dare to waste time even though they were reluctant to part with it. They didn't say much goodbye.
In fact, you can beat a hundred ink carp: "..."
Mo Li was not impatient. He listened carefully and wrote it down. He already knew that the forces in the rivers and lakes in the south might have something to do with the three kings of Yichu.
The big sects are okay, those gang stockades in the green forest, it is possible to hide soldiers.
The carriage slowly drove out of the city, Mo Li touched the gerbil through his clothes, and suddenly he heard a light cry from the driver, and stopped the car slowly.
Although it is not a wilderness, it is relatively remote. The shadows of villages and towns can be seen in the distance, and there are caravans passing by nearby.
"Doctor Mo."
The people outside the car were sturdy, with grey beard and white hair. Yesterday they were in good spirits, but today they seem to be much older, and their eyes are full of tiredness.
"Treasurer Bao." Mo Li lifted the curtain and greeted him not unexpectedly.
The coachman hired by Cihuitang was obviously from Fengxing Pavilion and Bao Guanyong's confidant.
At this moment, the carriage stopped, and without saying a word, he jumped out of the carriage, and walked far to the side of the locust tree to smoke a pipe.
Bao Guanyong's face turned blue, and he cupped his hands in embarrassment: "It's really rude to block the road in the middle of the road."
"Treasurer Bao is serious." Mo Li vaguely felt that something might have happened that he didn't know about.
Sure enough, Bao Guanyong said in the next sentence that his apprentice offended Meng Guoshi, and knowing that Doctor Mo was going to leave the city, he could only pull down his old face and apologize.
"Brother Meng left this afternoon, and I don't know where he went." Mo Li frowned, then opened his eyes and said nonsense.
The gerbil in his arms suddenly moved, as if awake.
Shouldn't it be an instinctive reaction to hearing the word "Brother Meng"? Mo Li looked at his clothes from the corner of his eye, racking his brains to think about how to deal with Bao Guanyong.
Bao Guanyong was very disappointed. Although Yuan Ting wanted to hide from him, he wanted to hide after being beaten like that. Bao Guanyong was not stupid, so he naturally knew that his apprentice must have said something that should not have been said, which angered Meng Qi.
Bao Guanyong also regretted it very much. If he had seen through this early and let go of his thoughts of returning to Chu, he would not have caused his disciples to fall into it today.
"... This old man came here so brazenly, please ask Dr. Mo to help me with a message. It's because my followers have nowhere to go. But there are many mistakes. It's also because I was confused back then. It's like a demonic barrier. When I got old and Lu Zhang died, I suddenly saw a lot of things clearly."
Bao Guanyong's face was full of bitterness, regret, and shame.
The gerbil in the ink carp's arms stretched out its head and looked at the white-haired old man with dark eyes.
Compared to Jiang Shang and Yi Yin, who had been through the poor, one for fishing and one for farming, the founding courtiers of the Chu Dynasty were all lucky at first.
They met the bright master in the best years, they can be called wind tigers and cloud dragons, and they are talking and laughing. However, this luck did not last to the end. Bao Guanyong's first half of his life was smooth sailing. He led the heroic warriors to fight against the enemy. Standing in a prosperous world, he was drunk, but he lost everything overnight. He should have hated sitting on the throne. However, when he was at the border, he could not abandon the duty of guarding the territory. When he was seized and exiled and almost died of illness, he heard the bad news of the fall of the Chu Dynasty and the massacre of Qi Emperor Lu Zhang in Taijing.
Chu Chao is gone.
The dynasty that was built by Duke Wei, Marquis Jingyuan, General Meng and others in troubled times with all their hard work was gone, and was captured by that despicable villain Lu Zhang!
How can Bao Guanyong not hate
"I accepted eight apprentices, especially the first few. I taught them the art of war and martial arts, and told them that the Chu Dynasty was the orthodox, and that the people of the world would have a good life. I said that one day I would kill Lu Zhang and take revenge... Bao Guanyong's expression was slightly distorted, and he said in pain, "Yuan Ting, and even his senior brothers have today, it's all my fault!"
The ink carp couldn't bear it, and the gerbil stuck to his chest motionless.
Bao Guanyong's real mistake was not letting Yuan Ting and others know that running a country is more difficult than starting a country.
Governing a country is not a matter of lip service, nor is it a matter of sitting at home and thinking of a few good strategies to make the people live a good life.
Bao Guanyong had only been in the army all his life. Back then, he was impatient with officialdom, and he didn't learn much about the twists and turns in the imperial court. Disciples taught by such masters, even if they are talented and smart, have limited vision and ideas, not to mention that they have been staying in Fengxing Pavilion all the time. They may be able to become county officials because they know people's livelihood very well, especially in the officialdom. Not enough.
Mo Li didn't know how Yuan Ting had offended Meng Qi. According to the situation this morning, it was not very good.
He sighed, got out of the car and went to help Bao Guanyong, while persuading: "King Ning's attack should be a set situation, not just a few people can control, shopkeeper Bao is uneasy, it is better to wait for Fengxing Pavilion Master's move. According to me As far as I know, the Autumn Pavilion Master will not approve of the rebirth of the army."
Bao Guanyong also thought of this, he frowned and said, "To tell the truth, Doctor Mo, the old man is not very optimistic about the master of Qiu Pavilion. Although she almost brought Fengxing Pavilion to this day, the person who originally founded and even quietly supported her was her father. Even if many masters of Fengxing Pavilion are very convinced of the master of the autumn pavilion, but... the world is always orderly, the autumn pavilion is a child, and the odds of winning against the father of the previous life are not great, not to mention that this attack has the name of Fu Chu."
Mo Li looked at him fixedly, and said solemnly: "Even a discerning person like Bao Bao is standing by, isn't it possible that the Autumn Pavilion Master has no chance of winning?"
Bao Guanyong blushed quickly, and he suddenly realized that Mo Li was right. If he didn't stand up, other people who had doubts in their hearts would shrink back and pretend to be sick and wait and see, so how could Qiujing have a chance of winning
"Thank you Doctor Mo for your advice." Bao Guanyong said goodbye with bright eyes.
Before leaving, I also gave a gift, 10 taels of silver, two bottles of Yuji San and two snacks, which is very thoughtful.
Bao Guanyong walked very fast, he should have contacted other people and prepared to support Qiujing.
"Relax now?" Mo Li lowered his head and asked the gerbil.
The gerbil jumped up and kissed the ink carp directly.
It's not that I want to kiss there, it's that the gerbil's head is that big.
She shrank back when she was done kissing.
Ink carp: "… "
It's really sweet!
The whole squishy gerbil is sweet.
The driver didn't see the gerbil taking advantage, he came over in a proper manner, lowered his head and asked if the ink carp still needed him to drive the car.
People from all corners of the world, especially martial arts masters, sometimes think that the carriage is slow and delays things, and sometimes feels that it is not easy to use multiple strangers. If Mo Li shakes his head, the driver will leave the car and go back to the city by himself.
As a result, Mo Li thought about it, and went to the carriage to carry the rattan box and the baggage, ready to travel alone, and didn't even want the carriage.
The sooner you arrive in Luling County, the better.
The ink carp floated away with a light effort.
The author has something to say: There is a rat in his arms, a luggage in his hand, and there are five packets of snacks in the luggage, hello
Ink Carp:… seriously thinking about the dental health of the fat rat