Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 215 The Pit Depth 059 Meters Affair in the Village (3)
"I'll do it!" Xiao Qian didn't look at her flushed hot face, skillfully fiddled with the firewood in the stove, and arranged the branches and leaves of the big roots in a "cross" shape, leaving a place for the firewood to ventilate, and soon the flames ignited. It jumped up, and the whole stove was burnt red, and the chamber was bright, which was very gratifying.

Mo Jiu was surprised and stared at his face, "Xiao Liulang, you can actually start a fire?"

"IQ, I owe!" Xiao Qian replied with her words, but he didn't raise his head, he only focused on the red stove fire.

The fiery red light reflected on the faces of the two of them. Mo Jiu's face was red, but he was still cold and noble. Even if he was sitting in front of the fire, he was like a piece of ice that would not melt.But Mo Jiu doesn't believe that burning fire has anything to do with IQ. She heard that Xiao Qian was born as a concubine, and he first established a career before returning home. The Xiao family refused to accept him before, and thinking about it, life was not so easy when I was a child... ...It must be because he has had some difficult experiences that he has such a temperament of rejecting people thousands of miles away, right?
Almost suddenly, Mo Jiu felt sorry for this man.

Who would have thought that Xiao Shijun, who is honored by Tsinghua University and even the emperor wants to make three points of the Privy Council, would eat tree bark and burn fire?
She was very curious about Xiao Qian's past experiences, but everyone had their own secrets that they didn't want to reveal, so she couldn't ask.

Before the chicken was cooked, Wang San hurried back from the outside.

He took a piece of money and felt uneasy, he said that he would go to the town on the other side of the river to buy two catties of meat and come back to entertain the distinguished guests, but he just went out, why did he come back empty-handed?

"His father, what's the matter?" Wang San's wife asked.

"Old Wangtou refused to cross the river, saying that it was going to rain heavily. The flood was not over yet, and he refused to take the risk. He would not go if I gave him twenty coins..."

This low-class village is surrounded by mountains on one side and water on three sides. The location of the mountain is a cliff, and the mountain road is difficult to climb. Usually, it is better. The heavy rain for days makes the mountain road slippery and difficult to walk.The only town they are close to is on the other side of the water. Usually, the villagers go there by ferry in the village, selling chickens and ducks for some daily necessities, but the weather is so bad, and many things happened in the past few days. It's so bad that even if you give money, you won't cross the river.

"Oh, then we can only treat the distinguished guests slowly."

Wang San and his wife were very apologetic, a piece of silver was too heavy, and their kindness was overwhelmed, so they went to the neighbor's house to borrow some white flour, and took out a few eggs that they were reluctant to give to their children, which made them feel better.

In just a short time, the sky was already darkened.

Immediately afterwards, the light rain turned into a downpour.

Wang San leaned on the threshold and lamented, "It's been good for two days, is it going to flood again?"

Wang San's daughter-in-law was busy working on the stove, and she said while she was doing things, "If we continue like this for a few more days, once the water rises to the shore, the crops in our field will be confiscated again."

Wang Sandao: "God is not beautiful, God is bullying us poor people!"

The third daughter-in-law of Wang sighed, did not continue the conversation, turned to look at him and said, "Father, go dig some yu from the back of the house and come back, mix it with the chicken and burn it together, it will be fragrant."

Wang San nodded, "Hey, let's go here."

He was about to rush into the rain, but Wang San's daughter-in-law put down the kitchen knife, ran over, took the coir raincoat and put it on him, saying "be careful".When she tied the coir raincoat for Wang San, Mo Jiu was very touched by the exchange of eyes between Xiaokouzi, the trust like a family member, and the joy of silver brought by two "honored guests".When people are only looking for food and clothing, they are actually the easiest to be satisfied and happy, right?

Yu'er Roasted Chicken made Mo Jiu's mouth water just thinking about it, but her conscience suggested not to put the eggs in one basket, and asked Wang San's wife to divide the boiled chicken into half, and cook the other half of the Yu'er Chicken , and the other half is used for cold dressing.She and the eldest son of Wang San's family went to the entrance of the village to pick some fresh sweet-scented osmanthus and came back. She made a plate of cold-scented chicken with sweet-scented osmanthus and mixed it with some fresh bamboo shoots. It was so delicate and crispy that she almost swallowed her tongue. up.

(End of this chapter)