Ma Erniang's Splendid Pastoral

Chapter 68 Transitional Tartary Buckwheat
Mr. Tian replied: "It didn't go well back to the old general. I went there three times before I caught the bandit leader and smashed their lair."

"Is Zian injured?" Although the old general saw the eldest grandson, he still worriedly asked about the past.

Mr. Tian replied truthfully: "There is no serious injury, but the shirt has not been taken off for ten days, and the skin on the body has worn several layers, and it is festered."

Hearing this, the old general frowned, lowered his head, and did not let his subordinates see the distressed expression on his face.

"Old general, fortunately, the bandits and gangsters have all been suppressed, and Yizhou is at peace." Mr. Tian also feels distressed, this child grew up by himself.

The old general raised his head, "Everyone has worked hard, and I thank you for Zi'an."

"The old general is polite."

"Everyone, go back to rest."

"Yes, old general." Several people stood up and saluted together.

"Mr. Tian, ​​come and play a few games of chess with me tomorrow."

"Yes, old general."

In the backyard, Mrs. Xia asked the caring mother: "Qiuqin, do you feel that Zi'an has changed?"

The old mother considered it before she spoke: "Madam, this old slave also feels that something has changed."

"That's right, you think so too." Mrs. Xia said, "Could it be that this child is enlightened?"

"Also... Maybe it's..." The old mama didn't dare to say, because she didn't see any high eyebrows and low eyes between the young master and Miss Biao.

Mrs. Xia thought about it: "Tell me, should I put Ruya in Zi'an's room?"

"If there is someone who knows the hot and the cold by the side, the old slave feels that it is not worth it, it's just..."

"Just what?"

The old mother replied: "Miss Biao doesn't seem to be here for my concubine."

Mrs. Xia's eyes suddenly focused, and she looked at the old servant in a daze.

The old mammy backed away in fright.

Mrs. Xia's tight eyes gradually softened, "If my grandson likes it, I don't mind. If I'm the first wife, I'll be the first wife."

"Ma'am, are you looking for the official media..."

Mrs. Xia's expression relaxed, and she smiled slightly, "Since she is the official wife, there is no rush, let's wait a little longer. My family, Zi An, is the future owner of the General's Mansion, and not just anyone can be the official wife."

"The old lady is thinking about it," said the old servant.

Xiaowen found a problem, what problem?The little general was as quiet as usual, but he used to be irritable when he went to training, or kicked the legs and corners of the table covered in thorns.

Now, I don't like to talk too much, and I go to practice, but recently I stopped kicking the legs and corners of the table. Sometimes I practice calligraphy, sometimes I read a book, and I seem to be much quieter.

Is it the gentle and pleasant cousin, or the delicious food that makes the little general's hair smooth?

Xiaowen was in a daze when he suddenly heard soft footsteps, and quickly regained his senses, "Miss Biao—"

"Guard Xiao, our San Niang is bringing some snacks to the Third Young Master, please let me know." The girl Qing Jin said with a smile.

"Miss Biao, wait a moment, let Xiao Xiao go in and answer."

"Okay." Ling Ruya smiled lightly.

Xiaowen entered the room lightly, the young master stretched his head by the table with one hand, and held a book in the other, but his eyes were closed, and he was already asleep.After thinking about it, he retreated lightly, and said softly, "Give me the food box."

Seeing that the guards had nothing else to say, Qing Jin couldn't help asking: "Can our third lady give it to the third son in person?"

Standing behind the girl, Ling Ruya raised her head slightly, looking at Xiaowen expectantly.

"Yes...I'm sorry, my son doesn't like..."

Ling Ruya interrupted Xiaowen, smiled and said: "I know my cousin is too busy, I shouldn't bother him, Qingjin is reckless."

"Thank you, Miss Biao, for your understanding." Xiaowen saluted lightly.

Ling Ruya smiled lightly, indicating that the girl gave some benefits to Xiaowen.

Qing Jin quickly took out the silver ingot from her pouch and stuffed it into his hand: "Thank you, Bodyguard Wen, it's cold, take some wine and drink to keep Xiang Zi warm."

"That's so embarrassing, let Miss Biao spend money." Xiaowen didn't refuse. As Xia Zhen's personal bodyguard, it wasn't that he was greedy for the silver ingots, but to save face for the people who paid for the gift, and accepted the gift from them. It is to allow her to flatter or curry favor with the master.

Whether it is the master's flattery or to please the master, not everyone can do it. Miss Biao has just been rewarded by the old lady, so Xiaowen still gives her face.

Unwillingly, Qingjin bowed to Xiaowen: "Then we won't bother Young Master, let's go first."

"Miss Biao, let's go."

Xiaowen stared at the backs of their masters and servants for a while, then looked down at the silver ingots in his hands, and said, "It's rich!"

Jing Mo walked out of the shadows with his sword in his arms, and shot him a glance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The young master fell asleep, and I don't know how to wrap a blanket for the young master." Jing Mo squinted.

Xiaowen knew he was wrong: "Uh... I was thinking about how to get back to Miss Biao."

"Is the master or a woman more important?" Jing Mo asked coldly.

"I know, I won't do it next time." Xiaowen shrank his head, why did he feel so cold, did he really need to drink two taels of wine to warm up?

Chef Lei entered the back kitchen of the General's Mansion and greeted people he knew before. The cooks laughed and said, "Lei Jiu, I heard that you were rewarded with money by the old lady?"

"Hey..." Lei Jiu smiled and acquiesced.

"You can do it, you can actually make the little general gain a few pounds of meat, what can you cook for him to eat?"

Lei Jiu seemed humble, but in fact he was a little proud: "It's nothing, I learned a few soups."

"What soup, can you teach us?" Several cooks winked.

Lei Jiu waved his hands vigorously and said, "Of course I can teach you!"

"Huh..." The cooks were surprised, "Lei Jiu, when did you become so generous?"

"I've always been so generous, okay?"

"Haha..." Someone pointed at him while laughing, "Lei Jiu, you are not telling the truth!"

"Hee hee, it's mainly because I'm getting older and I've figured out a lot of things. It's just the recipe. Even if it's the same ingredients, everyone can't make the same taste. The key depends on the craftsmanship and skills." Lei Jiu didn't know I felt that I brought out Ma Erniang's set of ideas.

"Tsk tsk... Lei Jiu, okay!"

Everyone shouted happily: "Come here, bring out your soup recipe, let's compare our skills."

"Come here, whoever is afraid!"

In the kitchen, there was a lot of laughter, and even the proud cook from the capital Yuci poked his head curiously.

The weather is getting colder day by day, the wind blows to the face like a knife cut, even the sun in the sky has lost the warmth of the past, and it shoots down through the gray clouds, shining coldly on the body.

On the roadside and in the field, the grass and trees trembled in the cold wind, dead branches and tree tops, occasionally with incomplete leaves, blown bare by the wind, leaving nothing behind.

Zhao Yuyan is wrapped in linen cotton clothes, even a new warm robe can’t withstand such a cold weather, he walks with the north wind behind his back, his 15-year-old face is full of childishness, and even has the vicissitudes of an adult, alas, life is so difficult , Some people have tried their best just to live.

The weather was too cold, and Fu Xiaoyou didn't go out too much. He and his grandfather were polishing the handles of the farm tools at home to prepare for the next year's spring harvest. Seeing Zhao Yuyan passing by his thatched shed, he called out, "Brother Zhao, have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Yuyan raised his eyes, and a smile appeared on his frozen face, "I bought... I bought cooking cakes."

"My family has hot porridge, come over and eat with cooking cakes."

"No... no..." Zhao Yuyan hadn't finished speaking, when Fu Xiaoyou dragged him into the shed, half closed the door, and instantly warmed up.

"Let's keep warm." Fu Xiaoyou said proudly, "My house has a charcoal stove, which stays on all day long."

"It's...that's great." Zhao Yuyan smiled, "But...but I ate your share, you eat..."

Fu Xiaoyou interrupted him, "You can give me half of your biscuits!"

"Oh!" Zhao Yuyan's eyes lit up, yes, this way he won't owe favors, and nodded happily.

What Ma Erniang said was right, Zhao Yuyan's self-esteem was too strong, and he didn't want to take advantage of others. If he wanted to help him, he had to use a devious way. Fu Xiaoyou smiled secretly, turned around and said, "Grandpa, let's have dinner."

"Okay." Father Fu put away the work in his hand, wiped his hands on his body, just about to sit at the table to get chopsticks, Fu Xiaoyou took a cloth towel and wiped his hands for him.

"Xiaoyou, once grandpa gets old, don't pay attention to it."

"Grandpa, Erniang said, it's not about being particular, it's about loving cleanliness. If you love cleanliness, you'll get less sick. You can live a few more years and work for your master for a few more years."

"Other grandpas don't know, live a few more years and work more for the master, grandpa wants to listen."

Fu Xiaoyou grinned again, if he wanted grandpa to be obedient, he had to speak out his weakness, hehe.

Three men, big and small, sat at a table to eat. On the table was a plate of steamed cakes, which were soft and fluffy. "Grandpa will give you porridge."

Father Fu reached out to take it, "Brother Yu, you eat too."

"Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome, it's like being at home."

"Yes, father." For some reason, Zhao Yuyan always felt that he wanted to cry all the time.

It is very difficult for fate to defeat a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life; but it is too easy to defeat a person who is going smoothly. Ma Chengzu did not eat a grain of rice or drink a sip of water for three days and three nights. He was so scared that Ma Qimeng accompanied him. I didn't eat or drink for three days.

Seeing that the father and son were about to go on a hunger strike and die, Mrs. Ma cried like hell, "Old man, you can't do this, what do you want us to do, what do you want Yihui to do?"

Ma Yihui knelt on the bedside and hadn't eaten or drank for two days, his face was sallow, his thin body was leaning against the bedpost, he was so hungry that he was still gasping.

"Father...Father..." Ma Chengzu felt that he couldn't hold on after being with his father for three days without eating or drinking. "If I die before you, my son will be a big sinner. Let your white-haired people send you black." Fa Ren, your son is really unfilial... very unfilial!"

"God, why don't you strike a thunderbolt and kill our family..." Mrs. Ma cried until her voice became hoarse.

Mrs. Ma San and her family were also kneeling at the door of the room. Listening to the room, the old lady kept crying. Could it be that the old man really wanted to die for integrity?

When Fu Xiaoyou brought the news to Ma's house, Ma Qifeng got dressed and was about to go to the town, but Ma Min'er stopped him.

Ma Qifeng had tears in his eyes: "Min'er, that's daddy's daddy."

"Father, I know."

"Then why don't you let me go?"

Ma Min'er replied: "Father, Xiao You said, didn't any of the concubine sons of Luo Zhai notify?"

"Min'er, what do you mean?" Ma Qifeng showed sullenness for the first time.

Ma Min'er said in a low voice: "Father, grandpa may have passed a hurdle in his heart. It would be bad for you to pass."

"Min'er, why didn't dad understand what you said?" Ma Qifeng, who was angry, was fooled by his daughter again.

Ma Min'er turned to Xiao You and said, "Go back first."

"No, Erniang, I'm still going to town." After Fu Xiaoyou finished speaking, he ran away again.

Ma Min'er pulled his father into the room.

"Min'er, tell Dad why it's not good for me to go?"

In the room, due to the fire pit, the whole room is very warm, but a little dry, Ma Min'er reached out and poured a cup of warm water for Dad, "Dad, drink some water to calm yourself first."

"Father can't drink it."

Ma Min'er sighed: "Father, do you know why grandfather went on a hunger strike?"

"Well, I know, it was your third uncle who accepted the gift of apprenticeship."

"Not only received it, but also used it."

Hearing what his daughter said, Ma Qifeng stroked his head with his hands and sat down on the small stool.

Seeing his father sitting down, Ma Min'er took the opportunity to say: "Father, a person like grandfather, from the prince's young master to the emperor's young master, is full of arrogance and arrogance. Tiger, after all, he is overwhelmed by the heights and fell from the heights. People, from getting used to being strong to accepting mediocrity, from enjoying the brilliance to returning to darkness, this mental journey is more tormenting than the physical pain. Grandfather There needs to be a transition, and Sanbo's acceptance ceremony is a transition for grandfather."

"Min'er..." Ma Qifeng never expected his daughter to say such insightful words, and he was stunned.

"Father, don't worry, if grandfather had decided to die, then you would have been called to the Ma's house to wait for his dying words, but he didn't call any of his sons outside the Ma's house, which means he was waiting for himself to make a decision. "

"Make your own decision...Min...Min'er..."

"I think, tomorrow at the latest, we will know the result."

"But... but what if father... starved to death?" Ma Qifeng was worried.

"Father, didn't I just say that if there are dying words, the people in Ma Zhai will definitely call you."

The daughter's analysis seemed to make sense, but... Ma Qifeng stroked his hair irritably, and kept stroking it with his hands.

Ma Yue'er didn't dare to go to her father's place, she hugged her second sister's leg with both hands, she was too scared to say a word.

Masanlang also felt the tense atmosphere in the house. He took off his outer robe and got into his quilt. He put his two small hands on the quilt head, and his small face was arched into the quilt. Only two small eyes were exposed. He looked at everyone. He fell asleep without turning a few times.

Ma Dalang was sensible, took a small stool and sat beside his father.

Ma Min'er whispered to her elder brother: "Stay with Dad, I'll take Yue'er to bed first."

"En." Ma Dalang nodded slightly.

Ma Min'er was always worried about her father, so she got up in the middle of the night and went to the door of the next room to listen. Not only was there no sound inside, but the light in the crack of the door was also gone, it seemed that she had fallen asleep.

Maybe dad won't sleep, but if he doesn't sleep, neither can elder brother, he must not bear elder brother to accompany him, so he took elder brother to sleep together.It's good to sleep, and when you wake up, no matter what the result is, there should be a conclusion.

In the small grass shed, Fu Xiaoyou came back frantically. When he came in, Zhao Yuyan was still reading a book. Hearing the noise, he raised his head: "How is Mrs. Ma?" He went to Ma's house to report every day, of course he knew what happened what's the matter.

Regarding this matter, Zhao Yuyan's mood was very complicated, so after he asked the question, he anxiously waited for the answer, and his heart was also complicated. He not only hoped that Master Ma would stick to himself, but also hoped that Master Ma would live to accept him as his son.

Fu Xiao scooped up water in a small wooden basin, washed up quickly, took off his outer robe and got under the bed, smiling, "Er Niang's guess is always right."

"what for?"

"You just wait for the apprenticeship."

There was no joy on Zhao Yuyan's face.Fu Xiaoyou couldn't figure out this boy who was three years older than him, so he shook his head and got under the covers to sleep.

At dawn the next day, Ma Qifeng knocked on Fu Xiaoyou's small wooden door.

"Uncle, why did you wake up so early?" Fu Xiaoyou asked in surprise.

Ma Qifeng asked eagerly: "Xiaoyou, when did you come back last night?"

"It's late."

"Over there..." Ma Qifeng looked towards the town.

Fu Xiaoyou replied: "I was outside the fence, and I heard someone in the yard calling for the kitchen to prepare meals, saying that the boss is going to eat."

"Did you hear that right?"

Fu Xiaoyou said with a smile: "Uncle, I'm an expert at finding out information, how could I be wrong?"

"That's good, that's good!" Ma Qifeng rubbed his hands and turned around in place, and kept saying a few words that's good, he wanted to go to the town but didn't dare to go, hesitating.

Fu Xiaoyou comforted: "Uncle, don't worry."

"Well, uncle knows." Ma Qifeng said with a smile: "It's winter, you should sleep a little longer."

"Uncle, what about you?"

"I'll go home and get some dimes. I'll go around the town and buy some things on the way back."

"Oh, then I'll accompany you." Fu Xiaoyou got up while talking.

Ma Qifeng went home to get some silver coins to go to the town, but was dragged by Ma Miner again, "Father, by noon at the latest, there must be news from the town."

"But Dad wants to see your grandfather."

Ma Min'er glanced at the anxious Ma Qifeng, and advised: "Father, if you want to have a good relationship with grandfather, you'd better not go there during this time."

"Ah...why...why?"

"Father, grandfather doesn't want to see anyone right now, especially people he doesn't like at ordinary times, let alone people." This is a bit cruel, but Ma Miner doesn't want her father to go there and be used as a punching bag by those who need to vent. , it's better for her to say what's great.

"Min'er..." Hearing what his daughter said, Ma Qifeng's heart was icy cold.

"Father, give grandfather time to digest himself. Let us live our lives well, which is the best comfort for him."

Although the daughter was right in comforting him, Ma Qifeng's sadness still flooded his heart unknowingly. He looked towards the direction of the town, turned back to the room, took a book, and bowed his head.

As for whether she saw it or not, Ma Min'er didn't know. She looked into the distance calmly. From Fu Xiaoyou's mouth, she already knew that the Ma family began to find a way out, whether it was to work as a civil servant in a small town, or If they want to work in the county government, or hang out in the gambling house, at least they are trying to survive. For her, it is a good thing. Finally, her family is no longer the object of their dreams, and finally got rid of these troublesome spirits.

Chef Lei really became popular in the General's Mansion. Not only did his cooking skills surpass the others, but his soups and dishes were also praised by the old General Xia and his wife.

His little life was beautiful, but some people felt uncomfortable.

Qing Jin closed the door and walked to Ling Ruya, who was doing embroidery work, "Third lady, the third son's growth of meat seems not to have eaten your food, but to that Lei Jiu's contribution, the old lady rewarded him again .”

Ling Ruya smiled softly: "No matter who cooked the meal, as long as my cousin is in good health, he will be fine."

"But...but these two days, the old lady no longer asks you to accompany her."

"Qingjin, the old lady is busy, don't be surprised."

"Third lady..." Qing Jin stomped her feet anxiously, "I heard that the little general was going back this time, so he specially told the old lady to let people stay and not to calm down."

Ling Ruya's sewing hands finally stopped, and her eyes froze.

Sure enough, within a few days, news spread that the former emperor Ma Chengzu opened the door to accept students. Not only that, the rich gentry and merchants who came saw that the Ma house was small, and donated money to build ten tile-roofed houses for a school and other uses.

Ma Qimeng thought that the donated money would go into his own pocket and let him take the lead in building the house, but he thought that his father would push him to Li Tingzhang of Yunshui Town, which would be annoyed.

"Father, have you forgotten what he did to us?"

Ma Chengzu squinted his old eyes and looked coldly at Tiaojiao's son, full of disappointment.

"Father, speak up!"

"What did you say? Ask those people to give you money, and then let you enjoy it?"

"Father...Father, don't say it so harshly. Since ancient times, no one has been like this." Ma Qimeng avoided his father with his eyes dodging.

"Hmph!" Ma Chengzu sneered, "Hurry up and get out, don't delay Yihui's study."

"Father……"

Ma Chengzu sternly said, "Get out."

Mazimeng still stood still.

Ma Yihui took a step forward, "Third Uncle, Grandfather deliberately forbade you from donating so that we could settle down in Yunshui and even Pingding County."

"Father...Father..."

"Third Uncle, please don't disturb Grandpa."

"I..." Ma Qimeng looked disappointed.

Ma Chengzu pushed the donation to the Yamen of Yunshui Town, and Li Yaozong, the head of the pavilion, squinted his eyes happily. On the surface, the donation belongs to the resources of the Yamen. In fact, whoever is in power has the right to control resources. Well!
Li Yaozong immediately recruited craftsmen to start work. Only by moving can the money flow and he can earn money!

Haha... Li Yaozong woke up laughing from his dream, no, no, I have to confess Ma Chengzu as a living Bodhisattva, he got up quickly.

"My lord, it's not dawn yet, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to have morning tea with Mrs. Ma."

"Why... drink morning tea?"

"Ah."

Li Yaozong quickly got dressed, went to the only small pastry shop in the town, ordered the best pastries and took them to Ma's house.

The construction of ten tile-roofed houses not only provided many craftsmen with jobs, but also created a lot of side jobs, such as odd jobs, such as snacks.

Of course, Ma Min'er also saw the business opportunity, and cooperated with Aunt Guo. She contributed capital and technology to let Aunt Guo sell rice soup and egg-filled cakes in the town. The cost and investment were not large, but there were hundreds of them every day. Tongzi earned money, and it was divided between Aunt Guo and Aunt Guo. In the countryside, this income can be regarded as a leverage.

Mrs. Guo and Li are feeling flustered at home, but they didn’t expect to get such a good job, so it’s a joy, my old lady, thirty coppers a day, nearly one tael of silver a month, it’s worth it!
The people in Xiaowang Village were even happier, because they had been with Jiang Changlin for a period of time and learned some crafts. After the tile house started construction, they were successfully recruited as craftsmen.

All of a sudden, in the area of ​​Yunshui, people's small days seemed to fly away.

Mr. Tian and others returned to Pingding again. When they passed by Yunshui Town, they did not expect the town to be in full swing. "Unexpectedly, not only the rumors are true, but also the action is really fast."

Zhuang Hao looked towards Dongjie with a smile, "In the future, there will be not only Wu, but also Wen?"

"Both civil and military are good." Zhang Nianmei laughed together.

Mr. Tian frowned, wondering if the old emperor had thought about this when he demoted Shao Fu.

Gu Dun was not interested in these uneducated people, and shouted: "Whenever I go to the little lady's house for dinner, I will starve to death."

"Hungry, hungry, you know how to eat." Zhang Nianmei scolded with a smile.

"Aren't you hungry?" Gu Dun asked back.

"Why did I tell you?" Zhang Nianmei teased him.

Sitting on the tall horseback, Xia Zhen didn't seem impatient.

This is strange, Zhuang Hao just wanted to investigate, followed the little general's gaze, it turned out that in front of a small stall on the street, the little lady of the Ma family was talking to someone, turned sideways, as if she didn't see them.

Although Zhang Nianmei was talking and joking with Gu Dun, he is a fine person, and he habitually pays attention to the emotional changes of the people around him. Of course, he felt the difference in the little general, and followed his gaze, and stretched out his arms and called out: "Sister! , sister..."

Ma Min'er has been wandering around Yunshui Town for a few days, why are she wandering around, shopping?She usually doesn't buy in the town, that's... looking for business opportunities.

Oh, what business opportunities are you looking for, and set up a small stall?Of course not, that's... just for the sake of it, let's not talk about it.

Hearing someone calling her, she turned her head and saw that it was Brother Zhang, who also waved his arms at him, "Brother Zhang..." After calling, he turned to Shen Hou'er and said, "Uncle Shen, then you should be busy. I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay, okay." Shen Houer turned his head and saw it, it turned out that it was the generals, who dared to do anything, saluted from a distance, and avoided it.

Ma Min'er trotted a few steps, "Little General, two gentlemen, Brother Zhang, you are back!" The little face was slightly raised, wearing a rabbit hat, sweet and cute.

Xia Zhen was still sitting on the horse's back, looking down at the little 'little daughter-in-law' in front of the horse's head. It seemed inappropriate to put the hat worn by a one-year-old child on her head, but it wasn't ugly. She seemed pretty. Yes, really... His tangled brows slightly frowned.

My own sister, Zhang Nianmei has something to ask: "Sister, what are you wearing on your head?"

Ma Min'er reached out and took off the rabbit hat, "Hat!"

"Ah, you still wear this kind of hat at your age?"

"Uh... so how old can I wear it?" Ma Min'er was stunned by his question.

"Isn't this worn by a one-year-old child?"

The corner of Ma Min'er's mouth twitched, "I'll wear it if anyone stipulates it." After speaking, she put the hat on her head angrily.

This is a fleece hat made of fine linen yarn twisted into thick wool and hooked. The upper end of the hat is woven into the shape of rabbit ears, and the ears are woven all the way to the neck. An eight or nine-year-old girl like her is as cute as Dai.

Ma Min'er wears it out, firstly to keep warm, secondly, to do live advertisements, before the Chinese New Year, to make his father earn a fortune.

Zhang Nianmei smiled, "Yes, yes, my old sister wears it if she wants. If anyone dares to say anything, I will beat them for you."

"It's worth it." Hitting someone for a hat, luckily he figured it out, Ma Min'er rolled her eyes in disdain.

The cuteness of the little lady's rolling eyes made Mr. Tian and others couldn't help laughing.

"Haha..." Mr. Tian, ​​who was laughing loudly, felt the innocence and beauty of the nine-year-old girl at this moment.

Xia Zhen's cold face softened unknowingly. Although the soft lines were invisible to the naked eye, her state of mind could not be deceiving.

Isn't it just wearing a hat? It's so ridiculous. Ma Min'er curled her lips and asked, "Brother Zhang, what are you..."

"Go to your house to eat..." Before the meal was finished, Zhang Nianmei heard the old girl scream: "Ah..."

In the blink of an eye, Xia Zhen had picked up the little daughter-in-law and sat on her horse.

Ma Min'er was frightened to death by his sudden movement, she stretched out her hand and pinched the back of her hand beside her, "What are you doing, you are so scared to death." As a result, the little general couldn't even pull the skin on the back of his hand, let alone Pinched.

Ma Min'er picked up his hand, "What kind of hand, why is there no meat at all?" A pair of tender little hands held Xia Zhen's hand in it and looked at it, as if holding Xia Zhen's hand. Anything ordinary is as usual.

Mr. Tian and Zhuang Hao couldn't help but look at each other again.

Mr. Tian saw the commonplace in Zhuang Hao's eyes.

No way, Mr. Tian wondered, could it be that young people nowadays are so... immoral?
Of course Zhuang Hao saw Mr. Tian's doubts, but he didn't intend to tell him that he had seen something even scarier. This little lady even...kissed...the little general's forehead!What is this!

Alas, kissing the forehead, this is not a love between a man and a woman, but a kind of loving love, but for the ancients, such physical contact, no matter what kind of love or not, it is immoral.

But Ma Min'er has a face that makes people ignore the 'immoral' face, that ethereal little face always makes people feel that she kissed Xia Zhen's forehead and touched Xia Zhen's hand, as if nothing happened It's a big deal, and it's even so natural, as if she is his relatives and friends.

Uh, if Ma Min'er knew what these old people were thinking, she would definitely tell them that there is a saying in modern times that 'appearance is justice' haha... that's a long way off.

Ma Min'er's small body was embraced by the little general's long arms, although the embrace was a bit big, so big that Ma Min'er's back didn't touch Xia Zhen's chest.

Walking on the small road in the country, the horse barely ran, and swayed forward. The second time she sat on the horse, Ma Miner seemed to have found a little feeling. Her small body swayed with the horse's walking steps, feeling not bad.

Xia Zhen held the rein in one hand and bent slightly with the whip in the other, protecting the 'little daughter-in-law' in her arms, and walked all the way to the small courtyard of Ma's house.

Mrs. Guo and Li are selling rice soup and egg-filled biscuits in the town. Guo Daping and his brother will come to help during the busiest hours. They know that Ma Miner is in the town, and they are going to go back with her after helping.

"Brother, look quickly, Erniang was caught on the horse by the general, she is so majestic." Guo Erping shouted enviously.

Guo Daping's heart was too heavy to smile, he bit his lip, lowered his head, and helped his mother stir the batter.

Mrs. Guo Li stared at the crowd for a while, knowing that these people are the backers of the Ma family, she sighed in relief, "Er Niang has a good life, and we will also have a good life."

"That's right." Guo Erping agreed, "When I grow up, I will ask Erniang to tell those generals that I should also go to the barracks to ride a big horse, so that I can once again be majestic."

"Stinky boy, that big horse can be ridden casually."

"Mother, I know I can't just ride casually. When I become a soldier, I can do it."

Mrs. Guo Li looked at the generals again, and turned her head to look at her youngest son, "Don't tell me, following Erniang, you really have a chance to enter the barracks and become a soldier."

"Yes, mother."

"Ah."

"Hee hee..." Guo Erping was extremely happy.

He only heard the chattering of the younger son, but not the voice of the elder son. Guo Lishi glanced at the elder son, "Daping, why don't you talk?"

"Say what?" Guo Daping didn't have any expression on his face.

Mrs. Guo Li frowned, wanted to say something, swallowed it again, thought, hey, what are you thinking, Daping is only 12 years old, shook his head, continued to work and entertain guests.

Ma Sanlang was playing in the corridor, when he heard the sound of horseshoes, he hurriedly called into the room, "Father, those generals are here again."

In the room, Ma Qifeng was making clothes for the children for next year. Hearing his son's cry, he quickly put away the sewing basket, tidied up his clothes, and left the room.

When he came out, Xia Zhen and others had also arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, and Ma Dalang had already gone to open the door.

"General—"

Zhang Nianmei jumped off the horse and subconsciously looked at the eaves of the porch. In such a cold day, the little general wouldn't sleep before leaving.

Ma Qifeng came down the wooden ladder, "General, sir—"

"Master Ma, excuse me." Mr. Tian cupped his hands at Ma Qifeng.

Ma Qifeng returned the salute and cupped his hands. When he raised his eyes to look at his daughter, he found that her daughter was being carried off the horse by the cold General Xia. For some reason, that weird feeling came again.

He remembered that the last time he was hunting, his daughter was still sitting on the horse of 'Brother Zhang'. Could it be that he recognized 'Brother Xia' now?

ah oh...

Ma Min'er saw her father's puzzled eyes, but how could she explain to him that she was ordered 'lifetime' privately after she came out of the pit?I don't know where to start with this.

"Father, the little general is passing by here, so come over to have a meal."

"Oh." How dare Ma Qifeng disagree, this is the Xia family's world.

A few days ago, Ma Min'er just made noodles and hung them in the yard to dry. She made a lot and could eat them until next spring. After thinking about it, she said to Mr. Tian, ​​"Sir, let me make mutton noodles for you to eat." , It’s quick to make and warms the stomach.”

"Okay, then I will trouble the second lady."

"You're being polite, sir." Ma Min'er turned to her father and said, "Father, take them to sit in the corridor and make some buckwheat tea for them to drink."

"Okay." Ma Qifeng nodded, led him into the corridor, and took out the buckwheat tea that Father Shi gave to his daughter.

When Zhang Nianmei heard the word 'bitter', she was unhappy, "Sister, why are you giving us bitter tea?"

Ma Min'er was taking dry noodles with Ma Dalang, and when Zhang Nianmei complained, she replied, "Don't underestimate tartary buckwheat tea. Although it is made by the farmers themselves, it is a good thing. It is a good thing for you. nice one."

"It's hard, it's okay." Zhang Nianmei didn't follow, and stood by the wooden ladder, watching Ma Min'er and Ma Dalang go to the grocery store in the bottom house to get dry noodles.

"Of course, you are walking all the way, do you often eat out?" Ma Miner asked.

Zhang Nianmei nodded: "Yes, this is a common occurrence."

Ma Miner replied: "Tartary buckwheat tea can relieve your irregular meals."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it is true, and it can also relieve your fatigue from riding horses."

"That's really good."

"Not only that, but also hangover."

Zhang Nianmei exclaimed: "Wow, isn't this tartary buckwheat tea specially prepared for us men?"

"It can be said like this."

"Haha..." Zhang Nianmei laughed, "Then I'll go up and have two more drinks."

Mr. Tian and Zhuang Hao didn't intend to drink it at first, but Mrs. Ma Er told about the tonic effect of this ordinary tea. They drank it unconsciously, and it was more than one cup.

When Ma Miner's mutton noodles were ready and served, she found that the pot of tartary buckwheat tea she had boiled had run out: "How is it, Mr. Tian, ​​is the tea okay?"

"Bitterness first, sweetness later, it's pretty good."

Ma Min'er laughed and said, "Drink it, and then eat mutton noodles. I'll keep your mouth and mouth savory."

"Hey, is there any particular way to say this?" Mr. Tian asked.

"Of course there is. Drinking tartary buckwheat tea will naturally relieve the smell and greasyness of mutton."

"It is so."

"If you don't believe me, eat and see."

Sure enough, after eating a big meal of mutton noodles with oil and meat, they only felt refreshing, but not greasy.

Zhang Nianmei immediately yelled: "Sister, quickly get me two catties of buckwheat tea."

"It's not too rustic!" Ma Min'er hummed.

"That's okay!" Zhang Nianmei said with a playful smile, "My mother always thinks the vegetables are greasy, so I'll bring her some."

I moved my old mother out, so why not give it to Ma Miner, so I quickly took out the cloth bag containing the buckwheat tea, and divided the few catties inside.

"How embarrassing!" Mr. Tian declined politely.

"It doesn't matter, there is nothing else in the countryside, but this thing is still there." Ma Min'er smiled.

Mr. Tian looked at the little lady who was packing the package. The little person is the master of the house, well-organized, and has a certain amount of advance and retreat when dealing with rough guys like them. It seems that it is not bad to be the daughter-in-law of the little master.

Uh... what are you thinking, Mr. Tian quickly turned his head, but subconsciously looked at the little master Xia Zhen, and saw his tall and tall body sitting beside the small small table, making the table even smaller, but he didn't realize it , with one elbow stretched by the table, and one hand holding a cup, drinking tartary buckwheat tea leisurely.

To be honest, only elderly people like him can accept this kind of tea, and young people generally don't like it, such as Zhang Nianmei, who brought it to his mother.

Although Zhuang Hao is a young man, he behaves differently from most young people. He likes to hunt for novelties, and drinking some unique bitter tea is also one of his hobbies.

Could it be that the little master, like Zhuang Hao, also likes to be different?
Ma Min'er didn't hear Mr. Tian's words, so she raised her head, followed his gaze, saw Xia Zhen drinking buckwheat tea, and quickly shouted, "Drink less."

"..." Xia Zhen looked over, meaning, are you talking to me?

"Yes, let's talk about you. Others can drink more, but you can't."

"Why?" Xia Zhen wouldn't ask, it was Zhuang Hao who asked for him.

(End of this chapter)