Dongli drinks wine after dusk

Chapter 52
The Jiang family's father and daughter had a lively discussion on the case, and they were a little forgetful for a while, leaving Zhao Dongli aside.

The latter lacks interest in this, which means that you two are free to ignore me, thank you.

There is already a precedent for the eldest brother in their family.Ever since Zhao Shizi entered the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he has been conscientious and conscientious. He has been an official the size of a sesame mung bean, and he has worried about going to his grandma's house.

The look of joy when talking about the case is exactly the same as the two people in front of me.

Otherwise, those who are in charge of punishment are all weird freaks!
When I first read it, I thought Jiang Wenyuan was normal, with a bookish spirit all over his body, and he might be a clear stream among famous criminal officials.

This is just a cup of tea time, the truth is revealed.

Not to mention, my father looks very good. At his age, he can still maintain his figure. He doesn't have a big belly like his own father. It stands to reason that his children can't do much work.

Why is Zhao Dongli not a womanizer? The beauties he has seen are gone, not to mention the talented and beauties who are well-known in the capital, they are princesses, princesses, and noble daughters. After several generations of genetic improvement, every one of them can be handed out.

Compared with the most ordinary of them, this girl from the Jiang family is still a little mediocre, her facial features are mediocre, and she has no characteristics when viewed separately, and she can't turn decay into magic when they are together.

When she came in just now, Zhao Dongli couldn't tell at a glance that she was a woman until she squatted down and saluted nondescriptly.

He is no longer a lustful person, he still has the common problems of men.Who doesn't love Xia Yingchun, who wants to marry Zhong Wuyan?

Therefore, the ordinary Jiang Jiuying couldn't catch his eyes until just now.
How did those eyes that were as bright as morning stars suddenly glow with brilliance?As if in an instant, the entire face of the Jiang family girl was lit by those eyes.

Still ordinary, but with a little more distinctive charm, Zhao Dongli knows that the emotion that prompts her to have a qualitative leap is called self-confidence.

Confident people look best, it has nothing to do with gender, but Zhao Dongli has never seen it on a woman.

Those who are beautiful are beautiful, but they are so beautiful that they are not recognizable at all. They are like empty vases. They are amazing at the first sight, but boring at the second and afterward.

Well - it's a little bit interesting, I would like to look at you a few more times, and I don't think you are too ugly and hot-eyed.

"Ying'er is here, I'll introduce you for my father." After the two of them had discussed their business, Jiang Wenyuan realized that he was rude and ignored Zhao Dongli, so he had to find a way to make up for it.

Although it was not in keeping with etiquette to introduce a daughter to a high-ranking student whom he was not familiar with, but anyway, it was already like this, how could it be more rude?
Mr. Zhao's family is noble, and their Jiang family has no intention of clinging to them. If there is no accident, the two houses will never meet in the rest of their lives, so they can be open-minded and open-minded.

"This is Mr. Zhao from Dingguo's mansion. Mr. Zhao, this is the little girl."

The two met the ceremony in a serious manner, and then sat down again to pour tea, but they still didn't talk about business.

"Master Zhao, please tell me, how did you meet that woman, and what happened to her?"

"My lord, you are welcome. You can call me Dongli." Zhao Dongli didn't talk nonsense at the moment, and explained in detail what happened before:
Since coming to Anqing Mansion, he has been in good condition. Apart from writing letters home from time to time to report his elder brother's safety—in fact, the main purpose is to tell his family that he is not out to be a demon—he basically has nothing to do.

Taking advantage of the rare leisure time, Zhao Dongli hardly stopped, traveling around the mountains and rivers, looking for delicious food, and never thinking about it.

He rented a small house in the quiet Ping'an Lane, with its own well and grape trellises in the corner, and it was kept clean and tidy.

I am used to living in a compound where there is more than a stick of incense from the southwest corner gate to the main gate, and my feet hurt from walking, this small house that can be seen from the gate is a bit rustic.

It has to be said that Feimo, who has been by his side for many years, is like the roundworm in his stomach, who understands his thoughts.

Go out to play around during the day, see all the customs and customs of this different land, go back to the room to rest at night, and drink alone under the night sky under the moon. Life is like this, what more can I ask for?

The day was no different than usual.

Zhao Dongli slept until the sun was up, bought some sugar fried pancakes for breakfast at a street stall, and wandered around with Feimo, without any obvious destination.

In a flash, he walked out of the city gate and walked farther and farther. When he was tired, he went to a small teahouse by the road to rest.

Occupying other people's territory, you can't just order a pot of tea without any consumption.

Thinking of the mountains and fields, the tea houses are simple and simple, and the tea is not much better.Zhao Dongli is a foodie, the food can be less refined, and it doesn't have to be fishy lips and duck feet, but it can't be unpalatable.

He was a little thirsty, and he just wanted to drink a cup casually, with his eyes closed and his heart closed, so that no matter how bitter the tea was, he could stand aside in front of the needs of survival.

Unexpectedly, the tea that was imported was really not amazing, large flakes of tea leaves were about to float up, and one could tell at a glance that one tael of silver could buy tens of catties of low-quality tea, but the water was not ordinary.

The initial bitterness at the entrance fades away, and the sweetness is slightly returned. The sweet taste is really not inferior to the Ganquan Temple outside the capital.

Zhao Dongli became interested.

"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry to bother you." Zhao Dongli sipped tea while talking to the owner of the teahouse.

"Guest officer, what's your order?" The store owner was a village woman in her early forties, with a snow-white sweat towel on her shoulders.

"The store may tell you, where does the water for your tea come from?"

"Oh, the guest officer understands." The village woman's round face was full of smiles: "No guest officer, I took this from the back mountain spring next to our village. I picked up two barrels every day. .

Mixing it with river water to make tea tastes much better than using river water alone, and you can't drink it anywhere else, so the guest officer wants another pot? "

"There's no need for tea. Could you trouble this lady to show me the way, I want to find the spring." Zhao Dongli took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table.

Seeing Yinzi, the smile on the village woman's face became wider.This young man who is dressed up in a rich and noble manner will not come to steal her business, so she has nothing to say.

"Have you seen the village to the east, officer? There is a mountain behind the village, which is rarely visited by people. There is only a small path up the mountain. If you go straight along the path, you will see the mountain spring."

After inquiring about the news, Zhao Dongli also had enough rest, so he went straight to the mountain spring in the direction guided by the village woman.

He also thought, if mixed with river water, it will have a sweet taste, so I don’t know how delicious the pure mountain spring is, he will have to taste it later, if it is really good, during the time he lived in Anqing Mansion, he would drink it every day Come and drink from this spring.

When I go back, I can brag to my friends who have been staying in the capital all the time, laugh at their ignorance, and take a small well from Ganquan Temple as a treasure, but I don’t know that unknown wild mountains in other places have abandoned it for several blocks.

(End of this chapter)