Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 50 Toxic
Gu Xiang: It turns out that this 'soulless' wine is really not an ordinary wine!
She has been cooking for the past two days, and she is reluctant to part with the old wine she bought. When she conveniently picked up the 'soulless' to use as cooking wine, it was still full.

"what!"

The respected Daoist Zhang next to him suddenly screamed, and the surrounding villagers, Mrs. Jiang and others were all startled.

Gu Xiang also turned his head suddenly, and saw Zhang Daochang rushing to Ermu in three steps and two steps, staring at the small bowl he was holding in his hand.

Three small lamb chops lay alone in the small bowl.

Zhang Daochang's eyes instantly burst into blue light.

Wang Ermu immediately became vigilant, took a few steps back holding the bowl, and said loudly: "Mine, this is made by the third lady."

Zhang Daochang turned his neck stiffly, turned his head to stare at Gu Xiang, and after a long while, shouted in a broken voice: "You prodigal son!!"

Gu Xiang: "..."

Daoist Zhang's eyes turned a little red, and Gu Xiang was at a loss for what to do.

"Which family raises disciples, stew mutton with spirit wine, master, come and see, you old man, you always talk about other people's disciples, now you look, what kind of masters are other people's family!"

"I have raised a disciple who stewed meat with spirit wine, and he was not kicked out of the sect. You just want to kick me out of the sect just because of a trivial matter... Do you feel sorry for me!""

Gu Xiang: "..."

Mrs. Jiang quickly took the square handkerchief and handed it over, then turned around and whispered to her daughter: "Mother knows him, he often comes to our area, he often gives free consultations in Dali Village, and he also donates money and medicine materials by himself. He is a good man, but a little Crazy, seeing that he is quite old, let's go along."

At this time, Zhao Duo rushed to his mother's side, and saw that his mother did open her eyes slightly, and her face looked good, sobbing sobbing with tears and snot all over her face, struggling to kneel down to kowtow to Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang waved his hand: "Tell me first, who hit you?"

Zhao Duo was stunned: "I, I don't know."

When he spoke, his eyes hesitated and dodged, Gu Xiang and the surrounding onlookers could see that he was guilty, and Jiang couldn't help being annoyed: "You man! Every day you say that our family's pear paste is poisonous, as if our family and you have so much hatred It seems like you are biting at it, now that you have been beaten, and now you are practicing closed-mouth meditation, what is wrong with you!"

The corners of Zhao Duo's mouth twitched, and he hummed softly: "I ate that ointment from your house, and I had diarrhea for a whole day, which made me lose face in... in front of my friends, I, I..."

He looked back at his old lady, gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly, "I made a mistake, Mrs. Gu, you punished me and beat me, I admit it, if you can't get out of this tone today, you want mine!" Fate, I have nothing to say."

Before Gu Xiang opened his mouth, Daoist Zhang sneered: "I knew you were going to die, so I saved the spirit wine. The price of that wine is more than gold, but there is no market for it, and there is no place to buy it."

Zhang Daochang's eyes fell on Gu Xiang's wine jar, his eyes were full of light, and Daotong hurried over to grab the corner of the master's clothes.

"Master, we only have 39 Wens left, why don't you ask how much wine can be bought with [-] Wens?"

Daoist Zhang: "...Get lost!"

Twenty words?He can't buy a drop, and he can't afford to lose this person.

Gu Xiang frowned. At this time, she was focusing on Zhao Duo. After thinking for a while, she felt strange: "You said you had diarrhea after eating our pear cream?"

Zhao Duo's eyes flashed, and he said in his mouth: "No, no, it must be something else. Gu Zhuang's pear paste must be a good medicine. The two barrels I ate taste very sweet..."

"what?"

Gu Xiang was stunned.

"Ah?" Zhao Duo blinked, suddenly realized, "I mean, Gu Zhuang's pear paste is very sweet, delicious, and cheap..."

"You ate two barrels? How big are the barrels?"

Gu Xiang asked in surprise.

Zhao Duo turned his head to look at the bucket picked up by the shopkeeper next to him.

This barrel is not too big, it's just a small wooden barrel with a diameter of [-] centimeters and a height of [-] centimeters. After all, it takes a lot of pears to make pear paste.

but--

Gu Xiang reached out and covered his forehead: "You eat two buckets at a time?"

"No, it's delicious." Zhao Duo chuckled and said with a smile, "I have a big appetite, and I eat everything when I wake up in the morning. It's so sweet."

Gu Xiang: "..."

Daoist Zhang chuckled: "It's not uncommon for a cow to eat two barrels, not to mention pear paste, but pears."

Zhao Duo: "Huh?"

Gu Xiang sighed, and stared at Zhao Duo for a few times, feeling that no matter how many questions he asked, he still couldn't get an important answer, so he turned his head and asked the surrounding villagers for help: "Please help send this and his mother to him. Go home, it's not a problem to let him lie down in our village."

Watching several villagers drive away in donkey carts, Gu Xiang turned around and wanted to have a conversation with Daoist Zhang. The two masters and apprentices had already left in a hurry, and Daoist Zhang could still faintly mutter: "Patriarch Sanqing is here, disciple If one day breaks the precepts due to greed, that little lady of the Gu family will also be half guilty."

Gu Xiang: "..."

As soon as she got home, she looked through the "no soul" she had made, and first left enough for her parents, and divided the rest into two small jars, and called the old dog: "give it to me." Wangzhi County and Zhou County Captain sent it."

She hesitated for a moment, after all, she didn't count the nobleman's share.

It's just a semi-finished product. The Duke has never seen anything before, so it's not good to be too perfunctory when returning gifts, at least it needs to be a finished product.

……

The sky was high and the clouds were light, the sky was clear, and the number of mosquitoes gradually decreased, so that the military camp seemed extremely quiet.

When Wang Zhixian came back from the river embankment, he received the medicinal wine from the old dog for Gu Xiang, looked at the wine jar and blinked: "Well."

He glanced outside, as if he saw Li Changsui wandering outside, and always felt that Li Changsui had some malicious intentions.

Returning to the tent with the small wine jar in his arms, Wang Zhixian sighed. He still hoped that it was a small jar of pickles, preferably cucumber strips, and the sugar and garlic were also delicious.

No matter how good the wine is, Wang Zhixian himself doesn't know how to drink.

When he was studying, his husband told him that drinking, sex and wealth are the four precepts in life, and if you jump out, you will have a long time.

He listened to his husband's words and set a rule for himself not to drink alcohol.

However, the small black, chubby and round wine jar is very cute. At first glance, it looks like a Maitreya Buddha with a big belly, so Wang Zhixian put it on his desk as a decoration.

He just likes these bottles and jars, they don't need to be expensive, but he likes anything with a bit of a characteristic.

Zhou Xianwei often buried him, using two long-necked jugs as vases, which did not disrespect his majesty as a county magistrate.

In this regard, Gu Xiangdao and Wang Zhixian are quite congenial. Gu Xiang likes all kinds of porcelain ornaments, and she doesn't know what is precious or not. Anyway, she just depends on her eyes, and she is happy when she sees it. A good thing, no matter how precious it is, even if it is priceless and meaningful, she still doesn't like it if she doesn't see it right at a glance.

(End of this chapter)