However, since Chen Yiding is here, it is a ready-made free labor.
The old man was no longer polite, and asked him to move all the stones in the first box to the edge of the pool.
Mr. Pang didn't let him intervene in the latter matter. The old man squatted down and measured the size by the side of the pool with his hands, making a mark every other foot.
Those stones that Chen Yiding had moved over seemed to have many holes on the surface, like hollow cores, but they were dense and heavy inside.
When Chen Yiding just moved there, he had to wrap his arms around the stones and use his chest to exert force to move several pieces at a time.
The old man was quite old, and he bent his fingers, using only the strength of his fingertips, he casually clamped a stone, and then slid the stone down one by one according to the nodes he measured.
Chen Yiding originally thought that the old man was just playing a prank, but looking at him like this, it seems... these stones are indeed useful.
But it's getting late, he has to go out now, and he can't be late for the poetry meeting in the afternoon.
After Li Jin returned that afternoon, he practiced calligraphy silently as usual.
It wasn't until the bright moon was hanging high that he was lying on the bed with his arms around the little husband, and he didn't tell the story of Mr. Pang.
"Wenwen, this is a good opportunity. I will try my best to get it. Even if I can't be called Old Pang's disciple, I want to get his advice."
Qin Muwen was heartily happy for A Jin, the oil lamp dimmed with a yellowish light, and the cinnabar mole on his brow became more and more beautiful.
Li Jin slightly propped up his upper body and kissed gently, his voice a little hoarse: "Have you taken a shower?"
Qin Muwen gave a soft 'um', his hands were relaxed, and his ink-colored hair was spread out for you to pick.
After one time, Li Jinlou was in his arms, but he found that the little husband's waist was tense, preparing for pregnancy.
Li Jin was both happy and helpless by his appearance, and stretched out an arm to put his arm around him, letting him relax, "It's good to let this kind of thing take its course."
Qin Muwen obediently followed his strength to lower his waist, and whispered, "This will make it more difficult to conceive."
Li Jin now basically remembers everything about the original owner, including every bit of getting along with the teenager.
He said, "When you were pregnant with the little bun, didn't you do this either, did it all go with the flow?"
Moreover, he was the first among so many brothers in the village to conceive a child.
Qin Muwen heard the words and thought of the little bun, and his eyes were very tender.
He said, "Well, Xiao An said at the time that I was very lucky." Although Li Jin was too confused at that time, Qin Muwen was Li Jin's only husband after all. Much better than being a concubine.
Li Jin listened to this, and with a slight force on his arm, he wrapped his arms around him, his lips and teeth lingering on him.
Qin Muwen was a little itchy, but more shy, he whispered, "A Jin, so..."
Li Jin: "Huh?"
Qin Muwen closed his eyes: "So... what are you doing?"
Li Jin replied solemnly: "Wenwen is blessed, so I am sucking it."
Qin Muwen: "..." I almost believed this fallacy.
The next morning, when Qin Muwen was changing his clothes, he saw those things flowing out again, pursed his mouth slightly, and went to prepare breakfast.
Last night, A Jin mentioned Mr. Pang, and Qin Muwen felt that the name was familiar, and he always felt that he had heard it there.
But then A Jin's face was flushed, and he had long since put this matter away.
Qin Muwen still recalled it carefully when he was cooking in the morning, and he really thought of something.
Mr. Pang has been famous for many years, and he has been living in the capital before. Qin Muwen is from the capital, so it is not surprising to hear it.
During the meal, Qin Muwen said, "In the early years, when I was not out of the cabinet, Mr. Pang was very famous. After the eldest brother was elected, he was fortunate to be invited to the banquet hosted by the princess.
Listening to the elder brother coming back, Mr. Pang also went there at that time. For nothing but a dish called 'Jiang Shilang Tofu'. "
Li Jin was silent for a while, feeling that Pang Lao and Wan Jiaoyu would have more common language.
However, Wan Jiaoyu's favorite is the braised pork ribs, which is mainly meat. Pang Lao's dish is vegetarian at first sight.
But if what Qin Muwen heard was true, Li Jin felt that it would be his own prying open the head of Old Pang's corner.
Li Jin gave the little husband and the little bun a parting kiss as usual, and walked to the academy with the bamboo basket.
After passing the exam as a scholar, Li Jin was the first again, not only as a desk leader and a junior, but also as a student. Lumi and Luyin are available every month.
Therefore, including his Yueyin in the math department, Li Jin can receive Lumi for six buckets this month.
Lumi is better than the rice sold at the grain station outside. All the rice is new, and the rice bran outside is also completely removed. I don't know how much better than half of the bran and half of the rice that Li Jin ate when he first came over.
Six buckets of rice is just enough for a family of three and a small tea for a month, so it cannot be wasted, but there is no need to drink gruel like before.
Now his porridge can be cooked a little thicker, and the chopsticks will not fall when inserted.
In the past, only small steamed buns had this kind of treatment when drinking porridge, and adults only ate it with steamed buns and pancakes.
Li Jin arrived in the lecture hall, and soon after, the teaching also came.
Now that Li Jin is a scholar, the teacher who teaches them is naturally an instructive.
The teaching style of the teacher is completely different from the previous Koro. At any rate, Kou Lang can say what the pages of the book say.
The teachings do not use books at all, they are quoted from other sources, and they say where they come up.
But no matter where he goes, he speaks eloquently, echoing the themes he wants to teach today.
It was only after listening to his lecture yesterday that Li Jin made up his mind that he would not be able to attend next year's autumn festival.
Otherwise, the ink in his stomach really isn't enough.
Today is an even-numbered day, and the Department of Mathematics is on duty with Pan Youfeng.
After school, Li Jin went to the Department of Classics to borrow some books recommended by Wanjiao.
His network of contacts is unique in the entire Ningxing Academy. Other students can only see the teaching during class, but Li Jin can talk to Wan Jieyuan's peers.
Li Jin can ask Jie Yuan directly whether it is math or classics.
The price, of course, is the braised pork ribs. Occasionally Qin Muwen made tempeh chicken feet, and Li Jin would also bring a copy to Wan Jieyuan.
After registering the books, Li Jin went to eat.
Because Wan Yun said: "These books cover a wide range of topics and explain in simple terms. Many people will borrow them. You will have to wait for the person to return them before you can read them."
Li Jin was lucky, there was one book on the shelf when he went there, but the other two books recommended by Wan Jiaoyu were borrowed.
By the time he went to the public kitchen, most of the people had almost eaten. Of course, the dishes such as beggar chicken and braised pork had already been looted.
Li Jin ordered a stir-fried vegetable, remembering the 'Jiang Shilang's tofu' that the teenager said, he went to order another tofu mixed with shallots.
Served with a chewy green onion pancake, the lunch was quite hearty.
Chen Yiding and Mr. Pang had been friends for a long time. He was worried that the old man would not be used to living in the academy, so he came to see him again today.
Of course, Mr. Chen didn't dress up as a servant today.
The two had a meal, and they were walking in the yard to digest their food, just in time to see Li Jin by the window.
Chen Yiding smiled and said, "This Li Jin has a similar taste to you, and both like to eat tofu."
The old man suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that I can't eat Jiang Shilang's tofu anymore."
Chen Yiding said, "It's not easy. Find a chef in Yuhang who can cook as much as you want."
Pang Lao: "I eat a lot, can I still remember it?"
Chen Yiding: "..." Sure enough, he has a weird temper.
Li Jin borrowed the book, and did not stay in the academy in the afternoon, but went straight home.
The end of the month was his birthday, and Li Jin could feel that his little husband was preparing his birthday present.
—At that time, Qin Muwen took the initiative to ask Li Jin what birthday ceremony he wanted.
Li Jin said, what did you say? I want to draw your emotional look.
Although Li Jin didn't know what the little husband was preparing, he would have a big surprise when he felt it.
For this surprise, Li Jin also controlled himself not to guess.
This is his twenty-year-old birthday, the year of the weak crown. After his birthday, he can be crowned with a crown, and he must take on the responsibility of a man.
Although Li Jin had already taken on this heavy burden, the crowning was still a very important ceremony.
Qin Muwen also attaches great importance to this.
As early as a few days ago, Qin Muwen bought fabrics of good quality, and did not let Xiaocha help, and sewed clothes for Li Jin himself.
Now that the clothes have been sewn, Qin Muwen began to add soles to Li Jin's shoes.
There are regulations in this dynasty, except for special performance venues and other places, people without official status cannot wear boots. The boots of eunuchs are also very different from those of other officials.
So Li Jin wears cloth shoes, but now that he has passed the exam, he can wear a square scarf on his head.
It's a pity that Li Jin has no interest in dressing up, so she just ties it up with a hair band.
But even if Li Jin is dressed like this without fame, others will not dare to underestimate him because of his arrogance.
After returning home, Li Jin was reading in the study, while Qin Muwen was secretly sewing things in the main house.
Every half an hour Li Jin reads, he stretches his body or goes to the yard to do push-ups.
He watched Qin Muwen come and go back and forth, his curiosity gradually aroused.
The key is that the little husband didn't dare to look him in the eye, he quietly glanced at him and then quickly turned his eyes away, making Li Jin really want to hold him in his arms, grinding him a little bit, and asking him to take the initiative and tell the truth.
Li Jin told himself that he should not be in a hurry at this time. More haste less speed.
By the way, tofu.
That night, Li Jin asked the boy if he could make 'Jiang Shilang's tofu', and Qin Muwen nodded.
"Father has collected the "Suiyuan Food List" before, and there are specific methods in it. I... probably have some impressions."
Li Jin knew that his little husband probably had the impression that he could do it.
After all, the young man had recounted an entire travel journal to him before, with clear logic and coherence.
Qin Muwen tried to write down the recipe, but some ingredients were not available at home, so he couldn't make them for the time being.
Li Jin looked at the list, which contained sweet wine, dried shrimps, autumn oil, etc., and asked Xiaocha to prepare it tomorrow.
As usual, Li Jin went to practice calligraphy and paint after dinner.
The day before yesterday, he took a boat back to Fucheng. He was only halfway through the painting of mountains in the rain. The teenager had a fever. Now Li Jin wants to finish it.
Because Dad was doing needlework during the day and didn't play with the little bun, so he went to bed obediently alone.
At night, the interest is particularly high.
Dad wants to take a bath, and the little buns want to follow.
Li Jin naturally couldn't let him follow him. He held the little bun in his arms and looked at the aggrieved expression of the bun, and gave him a bath with hot water hard-heartedly.
It happened that Qin Muwen was washed and came out. In order to coax the little bun, Li Jin put him on his back and let the boy hold the little bun.
Then, start doing push-ups with weights.
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'Jiang Shilang Tofu' is from "Suiyuan Food List".
Peel the tofu on both sides, cut each piece into sixteen slices, and dry. Boil with lard, put the tofu only when the smoke is clear, sprinkle with a pinch of salt, and after turning over, use a teacup of sweet wine and 120 large shrimps; if there is no large shrimp, use 300 small shrimps. First, soak the dried shrimps for an hour, add a small cup of autumn oil, then roll again, add a pinch of sugar, roll again, use half-inch shallots with a length of 120 sections, and slowly bring to the pot.