The wealth of rebirth is deep in the mountains

Chapter 170

The dog was about to bury his head in the rice bowl, and cried when he heard this, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Xiaomi hurriedly comforted, "What stupid things are you talking about? The family is doing well. Hurry up and eat, and we will talk tomorrow if we have something to say."

"Okay, okay, I'm so hungry on the way, I just think about the food at home to survive."

Gouzi picked up his chopsticks and ate rice grains all over his face, making everyone in the room laugh.

Old Master Feng was born as a hunter. Although he tried his best not to be rude in front of the guests, his bold nature made him eat and drink with great pleasure.The old dean was infected by him, and unknowingly ate half a bowl of rice, and when the dining table was removed, he laughed, "It's really rare to be so full."

Old Master Feng's face was a little drunk, so he smiled brightly, "Sir, don't be like those old sour talents. Eat less food to keep yourself healthy, and you will be full for [-]% every meal. It is purely to make yourself suffer. I have tasted hungry If you taste it, you will know how good it is to have a full meal."

Xiaomi came out of the Westinghouse, fearing that Old Master Feng would take pictures of the old dean as if he was a villager, so he quickly took the lead, "Sir, the bedding has been laid, you have come a long way, it is really hard work, early Lie down and warm up."

"Okay, I'm really old, and the bones I've tossed along the way are about to fall apart."

The old dean stood up and clasped hands with Old Master Feng, "Brother, I'll take a break first."

"Okay, get a good night's sleep, and I'll accompany you around tomorrow morning."

Old Master Feng also saluted, and finally opened the door and went home. Xiaomi was worried, and called Gouzi to follow him to see him off.

The old dean was indeed tired. He entered the room and took off his clothes under the service of Liu Buqi and Cheng Ziheng. After washing, he fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bedding.

Father Lu went back to the house when he saw this. Xiaomi stood at the door and glanced at the south room in the east wing. Thinking of the man who used to sit by the window reading, he really didn't want to change a little bit. All traces of human existence have been wiped away.

Her heart was sour, but she turned around with a smile and asked the third brother Lu, "Third brother, you can take Brother Liu and Brother Cheng to sleep in the north room in the east wing."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the guards who were standing outside the door after eating, "Brothers, everyone in our village can juggle swords and arrows, and very few villains dare to come to the door. You don't have to worry about the safety of the old man, I Let someone heat up the big kang in the inverted room. There is still hot water in the stove next to it, so you should have a good night's rest."

Several guards looked at each other and saluted, "Thank you girl."

Liu Xiaodao saw that Xiaomi had arranged it so well and didn't need his help, so he said hello and went home.

Xiaomi took sapphire and blue flowers and walked around the yard for the last time. The gate of the yard was closed and the fire in the kitchen was turned off, so she went back to the backyard.

"Qingyu, go and refill the kang in the west wing room with rice straw, and go back to sleep after lighting it up."

"Miss, do you have any guests coming? Why do you want to burn the big kang in the west wing?"

Qingyu has a lively temper, so she asked when she thought of it, causing Qinghua to pull her sleeves quickly, but as expected, Xiaomi didn't answer, and went straight into the room.

Qing Hua stuck out her tongue at Qing Yu, and said in a low voice, "Girl tells you to do as you are told, ask so many, be careful that aunt will punish you again."

"Oh, don't tell my aunt, I'm going to burn the kang quickly, and you remember to help me make the bed."

Qingyu went to burn the kang in a panic, a bundle of corn stalks fit the hole of the kang, and when it was lit, it half covered the hole of the kang, and Qingyu went back to sleep.

She didn't know that half an hour later, when the stalks were burned out and the kang was at its hottest, two "protectors" who usually didn't show their faces would arrive at this new place.

In the cold night, my body, which had been frozen for a day, was baked repeatedly on the kang, like raw dough cakes. Occasionally, I heard the north wind howling outside the window, and my heart was really at ease.

Xuan Liu sighed comfortably, and said in a low voice, "Fifth brother, what do you think our lord is planning? If you have the intention, why haven't you taken Miss Lu to the capital for so long? If you have no intention, you have given the token... "

"Your Majesty has his own ideas, what are you talking about. When it's warmed up, go out and watch it. I'll sleep in the middle of the night first."

Xuan Wu was cautious, he refused to let his brother talk too much, and drove people away with a vicious voice, but Xuan Liu knew that he had good intentions, so he wrapped himself in a white leather jacket, quietly walked out the door, and went up to the roof.

The north wind was urging the snowflakes to play, because he was very annoyed when he blocked the way, so he stacked them desperately, and soon he piled him into a snowman.In the night, looking from a distance, this silent watch is inexplicably reassuring...

It's cold in winter, but as long as the food in the tank is enough for the family to survive starvation, no one wants to go out.

The firewood on the mountain doesn’t need money. I cut it home in autumn, heat up the kang and the stove, and eat porridge twice a day with pickled vegetables. The stomach and intestines are a little pitiful, but it’s better than freezing to death outside.

But the winter in Laoxiongling is busy and lively. Just after dawn, the big rooster has already stood on the top of the wall and started to perform its duties.

The big deer and the small deer in the deer pen stretched their necks and yelled non-stop, causing the birds in the forest to fly over from time to time to show off their freedom to them.

Houses above and below the mountains gradually began to emit cooking smoke, and the stoves in the greenhouses were burning red. The vegetable seedlings rubbed their eyes, stretched their arms and stretched their waists, and everything was thriving.

The distinguished guests of Old Xiongling woke up at such a time. The old dean squinted at the morning light coming in through the window, and it took him a long time to remember where he was.Listen carefully, the sound of splashing water in the yard, the clinking of pots and spoons in the stove, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs in the distance, strange and different kind of warmth...

Lu Qian by the door seemed to hear movement in the room, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you get up, sir?"

"Come in," the old dean coughed twice, and Lu Qian hurriedly opened the door. Liu Buqi brought tea and went in first, and Cheng Ziheng also held the water basin and brand new towels.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.Although the two of them are not direct disciples of the old dean, there is one in the academy, and all the students are looking forward to serving the dean as their father.

The old dean drank tea, his energy improved, and he smiled, "The mountain village is lively, although it is not as scholarly as Lang Lang in the academy, but..."

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, footsteps came from the yard, and then the immature and crisp sound of children reading came in.

Cheng Ziheng couldn't help laughing out loud, causing the old dean to stare, "You tired lazy man, are you laughing at me?"

"Students dare not."

Cheng Ziheng was still grinning, but he said flatteringly, "Sir, I don't know. Uncle Lu is teaching the village children to read and write. Even Xiaomi is taking all the girls in the village to learn bookkeeping, female celebrities and the like. This village has nothing to do with our academy. parted."

"Oh I got it."

The old dean nodded while washing, but praised, "It's right for village children to study, but it's very rare to teach women to read bookkeeping."

Lu Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the old dean did not object.

A woman's ignorance is virtue. Even if those rich and nobles are secretly teaching their daughters to read and write, keep accounts and manage the house, when asked by outsiders, they still have to say vaguely, "It's just a few words that's all."

In comparison, Xiaomi, who is proficient in everything and even smart and a little scary, is a bit too out of line.Previously, he just sent some things to the academy, and the old dean didn't know much about it. Now that he's at home, he sees everything, and he's really worried that Xiaomi will be reprimanded.

Now that he tried a few words, he felt much more at ease.

How could the old dean not be able to guess his disciple's mind? Firstly, he is not the kind of old master who never changes. Secondly, he has been taken care of by Xiaomi too much, so how can he forget it after sleeping.

Of all things in nature, there are always a few that stand out.As for whether this kind of prominence is good or bad, it depends on fate and personal choice.

Xiaomi gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast. There are four types of porridge, spinach and pork liver porridge, shredded chicken porridge, pumpkin porridge, plus golden millet porridge, white fat and soft mutton and green onion buns, plus gold and silver two-color Small steamed buns, scrambled eggs with leeks, stir-fried bean sprouts noodles, spine with sauce, and a plate of stir-fried shredded pork with mustard greens.

It was just a breakfast, and the table was full. The old dean frowned a little. Lu Qian opened his mouth to explain, but Xiaomi smiled and said, "Mr. I don't know, the little girl doesn't like anything else, but she likes it." Rectify food. People regard food as their heaven, if they can’t eat three meals a day, how can they have the mood to study, and they can’t just listen to their stomach growling and write beautiful articles?”

After she said this, she took a bowl of golden millet porridge to the old dean with both hands, and said, "This millet was planted by an elder who lived in our house before. It is most nourishing for the stomach, sir, try it."

"You're the only one with a lot of nonsense," Father Lu glared at his daughter, pretending to blame, "You're just being greedy, and you still speak so nicely."

Sticking out her tongue, Xiaomi quickly brought vegetable and pork liver porridge to her father, and said with a smile, "Father, this is for you, to brighten your eyesight and nourish your blood."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

Father Lu took the porridge bowl in satisfaction, took a sip, and then took a bite of the meat bun, smiling happily.

The old dean looked funny and envious. His children had already married, and none of them were around. The moments of reunion like the Lu family were really rare, let alone joking with the daughter.

After breakfast, before the table was cleared, Old Master Feng came to invite the old dean to take a stroll in the village.Previously, the old man refused to let outsiders see Lao Xiongling's cornucopia at a glance, for fear that they would put it in their eyes and take it away.

Now he is so active, making Xiaomi dumbfounded, but he didn't stop him.

With the status of the old dean, he probably wouldn't covet the financial resources of an Orion village.The nobleness of scholars sometimes makes people dislike, but more often they are upright and awe-inspiring.

The sun is so rare today that some people with quick hands and feet have already rolled up the straw curtains and quilts for the greenhouse.

It is a greenhouse with a semi-flat roof, and an adult can easily stand on the ridge of the roof.

Hands fell back and forth, and the long straw rope was slowly rolled up with straw curtains or torn quilts, revealing the window sash covered with sea cloth.

(End of this chapter)