The cherry flesh was trembling, soft and sweet. Shen Fengming took a bite and suddenly stopped picking up more pieces. He went to eat the twice-cooked pork, which was spicy and appetizing.
Sometimes, he would eat a meatball, which was tender, smooth and fragrant, or a piece of winter melon, which was fresh and refreshing.
Yang Sheng preferred the dish of cherry meat, thinking it was like a beauty, delicious and delicate in appearance, but... No, how come there was only half a plate of twice-cooked pork left, and most of the winter melon meatball soup was also gone
He didn't have time to think about those sour poems, so he just started eating.
Jiang Lin ran very fast and reached the foot of the mountain in no time.
A long-faced soldier was already waiting there. Jiang Lin recognized him. He was the one who followed Lieutenant General Zhao every day.
"Is this the meal ordered by our deputy general, as well as deputy generals Bao and Lieutenant General Li?" asked the long-faced soldier, and then sniffed. What a delicious smell.
"Yes, boiled meat is 20 cents, braised pork intestines is 18 cents, braised fish is 38 cents, and there are three bowls of rice, two cents each." Jiang Lin said quickly.
The long-faced soldier took the food box. Boiled meat? Meat boiled in plain water? How could it be delicious? But why did it smell so good? He only thought about the boiled meat and forgot what he heard afterwards. But it didn't matter. Deputy General Zhao and the others wouldn't ask how much these dishes cost.
"Okay." He agreed and handed the two clay pots to Jiang Lin, "Your clay pots have been washed."
Jiang Lin took the casserole, and the two completed the handover. One went up the mountain and the other went home.
In a hall on the mountain, a general in armor frowned and looked gloomy. He was Wang Bin, who was ordered to guard the mine. When he thought of the letter he received last night, he felt as if countless steel knives were hanging over his head and he might die without a burial place at any time.
Qilin Guard, Shen Fengming, that killing god... He really regretted agreeing to do that for the Sixth Prince.
But now that things have come to this, he can only go down this path until the end!
"We need to deploy more personnel around the mine recently. If we find anyone with suspicious behavior, we will arrest them all. There is no need to interrogate them. Just hand them over to Zhu Liang directly," he said.
Zhu Liang was his military assistant and also his think tank, a man of rather thin build.
The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. This was a strange order! But soldiers just obeyed orders, and they did not raise any objections.
Wang Bin talked a lot more, and it was not until two quarters past noon that he got up and left.
The soldiers filed out and hurried to the cafeteria as they were really hungry.
A soldier with a long face passed by and raised his nose, "What smells so good?" He looked around but saw nothing.
Another soldier stopped and turned to look.
"Come here quickly." Deputy General Zhao greeted the long-faced soldier as soon as he saw him.
The long-faced soldier turned to the back, picked up a food box, walked around the crowd, and came to Deputy General Zhao.
"Don't go to the cafeteria, there are too many people there. Let's go to the tea room. There should be no one there at the moment." Lieutenant General Li also smelled the fragrance from the food box and said quickly.
A few people went to the tea room, and sure enough, it was empty.
The long-faced soldier opened the food box and lifted the plate covering the dish. Suddenly, a burst of hot air accompanied by fragrance blew in his face.
The most eye-catching thing is the contents of the large white porcelain bowl. The red, shiny, tender slices of meat are hidden in the red soup, topped with bright red peppers and emerald green onions. The various aromas mixed together and rushed straight into the lungs.
This is boiled meat. When the long-faced soldier saw it, he murmured in his heart, wondering how meat boiled in water could be like this.
"This is the dish for me, don't grab it!" Deputy General Zhao saw it clearly, picked up the big bowl and put it in front of himself, fearing that someone else would grab it. He didn't feel bad about the money, but the dish was too delicious and he couldn't bear to give it to others.
Deputy General Bao looked envious, but his braised pork intestines looked pretty good too.
"Brother Zhao, what do you mean by yours and mine? Doesn't my fish look delicious?" Lieutenant General Li also coveted the bowl of meat, so he took out his fish and showed it to Lieutenant General Zhao.
Dry-fried fish, the whole carp is served with diced pork belly and is grilled to exude a rich aroma.
The three of them looked at each other and said, "What's yours, what's mine? Just eat it! Yes, eat it!"
The three of them picked up their chopsticks and were about to start eating when a head suddenly came over and asked, "What is this dish? It smells so good!"
At a glance, they saw four or five soldiers standing at the door, all of whom were on very good terms with them.
Lieutenant General Li slapped his forehead. He didn't go to the cafeteria just to avoid them, but he didn't expect to be discovered by them after all.
Deputy General Bao pouted at a few people, "Are you born in the year of the dog? Your nose is so sharp."
Several soldiers laughed and said, "There's nothing we can do. The dish is so delicious! Let them try it first. Next time they buy a few more portions, we'll treat them."
After dinner, Jiang Yunzhu went to the town again. First, she wanted to buy some ingredients for the evening and some meat. Second, since Jiang Lin and the other two wanted to learn to read from Shen Fengming, they should learn well. No matter what Shen Fengming thought, this was a rare opportunity for Jiang Lin and the other two.
Even if I have money in the future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hire a master like this to teach me.
She bought four more sets of paper and pens, one set for Shen Fengming, which was a little more expensive, and the remaining three sets for Jiang Lin and others. As for her, she just went through the motions and bought the one she bought in the morning.
At 3 p.m., in the main hall of the Jiang family, Jiang Lin had already wiped the only square table in the house clean, while Jiang Yunxue found a chair and three stools of different heights.
All the furniture the Jiang family is using now are what was left over when Old Mrs. Feng moved, and there is no set at all.
There was only one table. Shen Fengming sat behind the table, Jiang Yunzhu sat on his right, Jiang Lin sat on his left, and opposite him sat Jiang Yunxue and Jiang Wu.
"I'll come and listen too." Yang Sheng had been watching this side for a long time. Seeing that everything was set up, he immediately picked up a broken stool that he had found from somewhere and sat behind Jiang Wu.
"Uncle, please sit here!" Jiang Wu thought Yang Sheng really wanted to listen, so he kindly moved his chair to the side and let him sit forward.
The smile on Yang Sheng's face almost froze, "Uncle?" He called him uncle and Jiang Yunzhu sister, so he was a generation older than Jiang Yunzhu? Besides, was he that old
"Just call me brother, Brother Yang," he said.
"Brother Yang." Jiang Wu readily followed suit.
Yang Sheng then became happy again and touched Jiang Wu's head. This boy has a future.
Shen Fengming seemed not to notice his little action, picked up the pen and started writing on the paper. "One, two, three... nine... one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand." Since it was for accounting, he taught them the numbers first.
Numbers? Listening to Jiang Lin and the others saying “one, two”, Jiang Yunzhu suddenly felt like she was back in kindergarten.
At that time, she was learning to write. Even though there were grids on the notebook, she still couldn't write neatly, so she used a ruler to cover the bottom while she wrote. The words she wrote were flat at the bottom and looked extremely ugly.
Looking at Shen Fengming again, on such a large piece of paper, without even anything to contrast with, he wrote straight and even lines. The spacing between each word was exactly the same, as if they had been measured with a ruler.
Jiang Yunzhu had met many scholars, but few were like him. She wondered if he had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
His hands were quite nice, with long fingers, distinct joints, and many thin calluses on the base of the thumb and fingertips. It was obvious that these were hands that wielded a knife, and countless people had died at the hands of these hands.
Jiang Yunzhu withdrew her gaze and stopped looking around.
It was a light autumn day, with birds singing outside the window. Yang Sheng listened with great interest at first, looking around to discover something. But it turned out that Shen Fengming was just teaching him how to read, and he immediately lost interest.
After a while, he wanted to retreat. Wouldn't it be nice to go to the bathroom and have a good sleep
Just then, he discovered that something was wrong with Jiang Yunzhu's condition.
Looking carefully, he indeed found a clue. She seemed to be listening to the class seriously, but in fact, she had already met Zhou Gong in her dream. This surprised him. Sitting next to Shen Fengming, how could she fall asleep? Moreover, she was really good at pretending to listen to the class as if it was real. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have noticed that she had fallen asleep.
He only regretted that he had not met her earlier, otherwise she would have taught him this skill earlier. Why would he be chased and beaten by the old teacher every day when he was in class!
Yang Sheng didn't know that Jiang Yunzhu had undergone more than twenty years of classroom training in modern times to achieve this. It was not possible for him to learn it just because he wanted to.
Yang Sheng raised his eyebrows at Shen Fengming. His students were not paying attention in class and were sleeping, so he didn’t care
Shen Fengming's voice did not change, he knew that Jiang Yunzhu was just too tired.