Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 345 Familiar
Not far away, Zhao Jingyun looked at Mr. Song with envy.

Zhao Jingyun said: "I don't know who is thinking about you, unlike me, even if I am in the government office all day, no one comes to ask."

Thinking of this, Grandpa Song subconsciously curled his lips.

Although he was a bit tired these days, not only had to supervise the studies of some boys in the village, but also had to come to the government office to settle accounts, but... the little apprentice really knew how to make him happy.

Every day when he came to the government office, several apprentices sent him here together, and it was a big fight to take him back to the village. A group of disciples surrounded him and walked back.

With people around him, he became a bit more upright.

People on the road asked, "Which family is this sir?"

Song Taiye is not a person who likes to show off, and he doesn't care about those respectful looks. He just... Seeing the little fox's sincerity, he had to play it off.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song took out a piece of cheese from his arms and put it on the small clay stove. While watching the cheese gradually soften, he said, "I am an old man who is about to go to the ground, who will think about it?"

Zhao Jingyun couldn't help but blinked his eyes when he heard Mr. Song's words. It was obvious that what he said was different from what he did. No one cared about it. Where did you get this cheese?

Mr. Song felt Zhao Jingyun's resentment, and opened his eyelids: "My apprentice told me to remember to eat. If I don't eat, I will inevitably make noise."

"You're still young, don't envy these things."

Zhao Jingyun seemed to have been stabbed in the heart again, how young is he?This means that at such an advanced age, he still has a wife who is cheating on the family. After his younger brother and his wife were imprisoned, the elders in the family refused to even reply to him. He is really alone.

Just as Zhao Jingyun was thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing. He lowered his head and saw Mr. Song rolled up the cheese with two prepared bamboo sticks, rolled it into two, and handed one of them over.

Zhao Jingyun was a little surprised, he didn't expect Mrs. Song to give him something to eat.

"Your Excellency, don't you want it?" Mr. Song said as he was about to take the cheese back.

Zhao Jingyun immediately answered: "Yes."

Mr. Song showed a smile, and the little fox was right, Mr. Zhao is a glutton.

The cheese is still a little hot, but it is especially soft and tender when eaten hot, and it is really delicious.

"No wonder it sells so well in the market," Zhao Jingyun swallowed, "It's really delicious."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jingyun had to admire the people in Fengxia Village, they were all lively and lively during the New Year's Eve, and they even came out to sell cheese.

Not to mention that everyone has never eaten this novelty, and many people want to try it.

It doesn't matter if you taste it, the reputation will spread, and now everyone knows that Fengxia Village sells a kind of grilled cheese, which tastes better than anything else, and eating it is good for the body.

Zhao Jingyun leaned over to Mr. Song's side: "Is it enough for the Shangyuan Festival?"

"I don't know," Mr. Song said, "I won't ask about these things."

Zhao Jingyun smiled and said: "That's right! Anyway, I won't make you short of a bite."

Mr. Song still looks thin, but his face is rosy and tight. His body has improved, and his appetite has also improved. Now he can eat half a bowl of rice more than before.

There is no need to make arrangements for the New Year's Eve. The robes, fur jackets, boots, and fur caps on the body are all bought by the Zhao family.

The Zhao family may not pay much attention to what kind of rituals or rituals, but some of the Zhao family will never forget Mr. Song, and they will always give the best.

Every time Song Er mentioned it, he would babble about the benefits of the Zhao family.

Grandpa Song looked at Zhao Jingyun: "My lord, that Mr. Cao from Beijing is still writing notes at home?"

Zhao Jingyun put down the teacup in his hand, and nodded: "Aside from drinking medicine, I wrote memorials, and I have sent them to Beijing seven times."

Cao Ben must be one of the people who work hard now and spend all their time in pen and ink.

Zhao Jingyun can also understand Cao Ben's current mood. He was terribly frightened. Up to now, he is not comfortable down here. He has to change a few pairs of pants every day. The doctor in Taozhou City has invited several doctors. Others have all kinds of meals during the New Year's Eve. , The courtyard where he lives, only smells of medicine when he enters.

Taking the medicine for the present, it has not improved, Zhao Jingyun thinks it may not be a real illness, but a heart disease.

Such an unspeakable heart disease must make Cao Ben feel uneasy, so he can only vent his anger in the memorial.

"Do the math, there will be news soon in Beijing," Zhao Jingyun smiled, "Let's see what the Feng family will do this time?"

After getting along these days, Zhao Jingyun and Mr. Song have become acquainted. Coupled with Zhao Luoyang's relationship, they will not hide their words.

Song Taiye said: "The Feng family will definitely not be able to get away, but they will spend more energy staring at Taozhou in the future."

This Zhao Jingyun also knew that if Taozhou depended on him alone, he might have no idea, but isn't the prince here?The prince is here, and the people from the Wuwei Army and Prince Yu's Mansion are there. The Feng family really doesn't care, and it's not like they can't fight.

Seeing Zhao Jingyun's confidence, Grandpa Song knew what he was thinking. He was right, there must be someone behind Zhao Jingyun.

Thinking about the things that the little fox took out at every turn, could it be given by the person behind Zhao Jingyun?It's not impossible, just say that the patterns of those farm tools can be easily drawn?

Mr. Song suddenly regretted sharing Zhao Jingyun's cheese, everyone thought he was not stooped enough.
"By the way," Zhao Jingyun said, "The girls from the Zhao family have made a lot of money these days, right?"

Mr. Song said: "No matter how much you earn, it's not enough for her to spend."

Zhao Jingyun's heart trembled: "What was made on the account, and what the government government can clearly give, is it not enough?"

Before Mrs. Song could reply, he heard someone report from outside: "The girl from the Zhao family is here."

When Zhao Luoyang walked into the room, Grandpa Song said, "Master Zhao, please ask her!"

In fact, Zhao Luoyang didn't hear what Mr. Song and Zhao Jingyun were talking about, but she could guess about the same, so before Zhao Jingyun asked, she said: "Not enough."

Zhao Jingyun looked at Zhao Luoyang and then at Mr. Song, and could only laugh helplessly.

Zhao Luoyang bowed to Zhao Jingyun: "My lord, there is only one cultivation per year. Taozhou has a lot of arable land, and there is even a lot of uncultivated wasteland. With our current manpower, it is impossible to fill the land. More can be cultivated. After all, how much grain can support how many people, sir, don’t you think so?”

Zhao Jingyun forced himself not to get up, thinking about the relationship between the daughter of the Zhao family and his prince, every time he received this gift, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.

"That's right," Zhao Jingyun said, "I can see it clearly."

Grandpa Song glanced at Zhao Jingyun, why would he feel a little weird every time Mr. Zhao praised the little fox?
Zhao Luoyang said to Zhao Jingyun again: "It's snowing outside, we want to pick up Mr. back early, please agree."

"Go back, go back!" Zhao Jingyun waved his hand, "In case the snow is heavy and the road is difficult to walk."

Mr. Song and Zhao Luoyang walked out of the house. Zhao Jingyun looked at the clay oven on the ground. Without Mr. Song baking all kinds of food on it, he really felt... so lonely.

……

Mr. Song got into the donkey cart.

Zhao Xueyi added a small car to the donkey cart, and Mrs. Yang also made a curtain, so that at least it could block the wind and snow. Unfortunately, the car was too narrow to accommodate the two of them, so Zhao Yuan asked them not to. Come to pick up Mr. Song.

Zhao Xuejing drove the car, Zhao Luoyang took out two warm eggs and roasted crispy soybeans from his pocket, and handed them to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song has bad teeth, but he also likes to crack beans.

Just like that, amidst the sounds of Grandpa Song peeling eggs and eating beans, the donkey cart moved forward slowly.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, a man ran up the official road outside the carriage. The man was covered in snow, his eyes and nose were almost covered with frost, and he looked in a state of distress. He wiped his nose with his hand, and then saluted Zhao Xuejing.

"Brother, my younger brother is a foreigner. He came to Taozhou on his way. May I ask where Fengxia Village is?"

The speaker's voice was trembling, and his tongue could not be straightened from the cold, but his words were still polite.

Zhao Xuejing said: "You have passed by, go back, you will arrive soon."

While speaking, Song Guangyan felt a gap in the donkey cart, and the smell of eggs wafted from it.Although this is a donkey cart, it seems that there is also a charcoal fire burning inside, and from time to time someone disperses the charcoal gas outside.

At this moment, Song Guangyan wondered, is this farmer so particular about it?There is a car on the donkey cart, and there is still food in the car for heating?

With Song Guangyan's hesitation, the donkey cart has already moved forward.

The donkey cart left in such a hurry, no one else, just because Zhao Xuejing was afraid of freezing Mr. Song in the cart.

After the donkey cart traveled a long way, Mr. Song stuffed the last bite of an egg into his mouth. For some reason, he heard the voice outside just now somewhat familiar.

Grandpa Song looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Is there someone outside just now?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded.

Zhao Xuejing said: "Maybe they went to the East Village to find relatives to help." They only met such a person two days ago, so it's not surprising.

"Oh," Mr. Song nodded, "No wonder..." No wonder it sounds familiar, the suffering people are all alike.

(End of this chapter)