Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

Xie Xian collapsed in the rocking chair, watching Xie Miao and Qingdai packing up everything, unloading her belongings from the ox cart and putting them in order. Fortunately, after so many days together, they were familiar with each other. Qingdai and Tu Zhen had a general understanding of the functions of various tools and put them in order.

Then thinking about the lunch, Xie Xian frowned. Everything here is good, except the food. It's not that good if it's steamed or boiled and a little salt is added.

Most of the belongings in her car were cooking utensils and seasonings. Xie Xian had put a lot of effort into collecting these. Now she had to put her own stomach in order first.

Someone asked, and a stove was built in the pavilion in the courtyard. The blue bricks were sponsored by Qingdai's younger brother Qingji Jiangzao, just for the purpose of observing their own ox cart up close. Thinking of the empty frame of the cart, Xie Xian waved her hand and agreed.

I didn't care about the Qing Jijiang who was scratching his head at the various rivet slots behind him. My sister could only give a general idea, and the more I listened, the more I felt itchy. I had no choice but to report what I knew. So I thought that the secret technique that I could exchange with blue bricks was just too much.

No matter how anxious Xie Sanfang was, Xie Xian smelled the roasted meat in front of her and showed an intoxicated expression. There was no cumin to match the peppercorns, and no chili to match the dogwood. Roasted meat was not a new dish, but the mutton was so fresh that she added some salt. The overbearing aroma spread.

In the book hall behind the corridor, everyone was already studying calligraphy despite being hungry. Xie Qiyan took a deep breath, frowned, and pressed his stomach to avoid disturbing others with the rumbling in his abdomen. He blushed and lowered his head, glancing around secretly.

I thought no one heard me, but I felt that everyone's postures were a little strange.

"Who is it that is writing so well? Will you let me copy the calligraphy?" The speaker was Xie Duanwen, a member of the third branch of the family. He threw down his pen and completely gave up copying the calligraphy.

The other students were just outside, and they couldn't hide the contempt in their eyes when they took a look. Xie Ruiwen had a baby face. Although his father helped him get a good name, his waist was twice that of an ordinary person, and it was clear that this guy had wasted his father's kindness.

"Oh no, I was already hungry and now I can't eat anymore. Since sir is not here, I'll eat first as a courtesy. Please, everyone." The little fat man rushed out of the door impatiently, anxiously looking for his waiter.

Xie Qiyan swallowed his saliva and tried to concentrate on the book. But everyone in the study hall was already a little distracted.

"Fei Wen, that's enough. Can't you see we are hungry? If you want to eat, can't you go far away?" Everyone looked up and was furious. Xie Duanwen took two or three bites of the meat pie, and the oil flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he was absent-minded. He stood up and walked along the wonton corridor, smelling as he walked, "This side, no, it was this side just now, um, I added dogwood, what else does it taste like."

Xie Ruiwen was a flexible fat man. He was leaning against the wall and smelling the overbearing smell of fried barbecue. He felt that the meat-filled soup noodles in his mouth were not fragrant at all. In an era when only steaming and boiling were common, the immunity to the smell of fried barbecue was engraved into human bones.

Moreover, in order to save money, Xie Xian paid a lot of money to have someone make a thin iron pot. This thing is very rare at this stage, and the thickness must be uniform. According to the best blacksmith on Kang Jian's side, one piece of this thing is enough to make several swords.

Iron is too brittle at this stage, so Xie Xian is very careful every time she uses it, for fear that it might break one day, which would then be a hassle to find someone to repair it.

The fat sizzles in the hot oil, bringing out the flavors of the vegetables and spices; the aroma of frying goes straight into the soul.

Xie Qiyan glanced at Xie Ruiwen, who was stretching his neck to the other side of the wall, and said softly: "Brother Ruiwen, it can't be over there. The orphanage next door doesn't have such good food." He seldom took the initiative to speak, because as the son of the second branch, he had never been taken seriously, and he was still a little uncertain in his heart. It was really that the second branch's sacred place, the Inkstone Washing Pool, was just across the wall.

Even if I only pay my respects from afar on the annual sacrificial day, I would rather not be spied on in such a disrespectful way.

"Fei Wen, are you sure? This way?" Xie Jinyuan frowned and looked at the low courtyard wall in front of him. The grass seeds on the adobe wall stood stubbornly against the wind.

Although they could see inside by just lifting their feet, the students here did not move. Another person behind Xie Jinyuan raised an eyebrow and said, "I heard that someone was living in the inkstone pool yesterday?"

"Who is she? She's just a young lady." said another person behind him. The young man's voice was sharp during his voice change period, which made people feel uncomfortable. Several people frowned and looked at each other, and suddenly they understood.

Xie Jinyuan ignored him and asked again, "Fei Wen, is this fragrance so strange?"

The fat man standing at the foot of the wall just finished chewing the last bite and nodded heavily, "I haven't eaten it. I just smell mutton and dogwood, and there is a strong and fragrant flavor but I can't tell what it is." He was indifferent to the fight between the first and third houses. Besides, he and Xie Qiyan were just concubines, and the fight between the main houses was not something they had anything to do with.

Jin Yuan is the third son of the third house, the real Xie San, and he is considered to be the one who knows the most inside information among this group of people. Behind him is his maternal cousin Cui Ci, and facing his brother Xie Ruiwen, he can only answer with his life. He has always been popular and never takes sides. If his father hadn't insisted on sending him to study, he wouldn't want to come to this Shu Zi Tang. Wouldn't it be nice to study a few more recipes at home?

Cui Ci looked at Xie Ruiwen with contempt and said, "Brother Ruiwen is more proficient in the art of eating." The fat man just smiled and nodded without saying anything, as if he didn't understand his sarcasm.

Xie Qiyan couldn't stand the behavior of the third branch's direct descendants who were pulling and stepping on others, "Rui Ben originally likes this, otherwise Piaoxianglou's business wouldn't be so good." He turned sideways to slightly block the fat man's clenched fist and secretly pulled his sleeve.

"Oh, I heard that the eldest son of your second branch is back. Someone must be backing him up!" The people nearby were happily watching the infighting in the third branch, and they suddenly felt unbalanced when a nobody from the second branch came to help.

Cui Ci was secretly annoyed that Xie Qiyan always helped Fei Wen. He rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that the second son of the clan didn't think about the clan members even though he brought so many good things!"

"Ah Da just said last night that the second daughter of the clan just returned and hasn't even attended the Fengyan yet." Xie Jinyuan suddenly interrupted. Standing far away, he noticed that two wooden sticks had been placed on the wall at some point, and were still shaking rhythmically.

"So what? I have met several people from the second branch before. I would say it's hard to meet people from the second branch now. After all, most of them can only serve as deacons in the big crotch or from other places, hehe!" The student's sharp laughter made people uncomfortable. After waiting for a long time, no one laughed.

Suddenly he realized that everyone's eyes were not on him. He looked up and found a young girl leaning out from the wall, frowning at them.

"You guys are so noisy." The girl looked down at the plaque of the school and frowned before adding, "I thought you were raising a flock of ducks."

Following these words, everyone in the garden stared at him. The shrill-voiced boy trembled all over. "Who are you? Don't you know not to look at what is inappropriate? How dare you climb over the wall?" He said angrily, ignoring the wall dust falling above his head.

Xie Xian tilted her head to take a look. She patted the wall with her hand, shook off the dust on her sleeves in disgust, and snorted, "Your wall?"

I'm sure there's no elder with a crown on his head, and he doesn't have the patience to accompany a group of little kids to talk nonsense. He casually added, "Is your last name Xie?"

The shrill-voiced young man suddenly felt as if his throat was choked and he couldn't speak. If he had the surname Xie, he wouldn't have to flatter the powerful and bully the weak and do things to attract attention.

After being hit in the waist by two words, there was silence inside and outside the courtyard wall. Xie Xian glanced at the dry wheat cake in Xie Qiyan's hand. The young man's fair face was a little surprised. In a hurry, a yellow bird was revealed on the edge of his sleeve. Xie Xian raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there anyone from the second house?"

The girl's question got back to the point. Looking at the yard behind the girl, everyone's faces suddenly realized that it was really someone from the second house. Xie Qiyan straightened his sleeves and said, "Qiyan from the second house is here."

Seeing the young man introducing himself seriously, as if he was going to ask for an accusation? Xie Xian couldn't help laughing, "I made too much roast meat today, do you want to come and eat?"

The girl changed from questioning to inviting with a smile. All the students said: What if I feel a little jealous?

Xie Qiyan was completely bewildered until Fei Wen gave him a crazy look before he nodded blankly. Then he asked softly, "I wonder if I can bring a friend along." He looked at Xie Ruiwen's fat face that was almost deformed.

He was a little hesitant, knowing that it was a bit rude on their first meeting, but his friend's wish was to eat all the delicacies in the world. Looking at the pleading eyes, the words he didn't say were, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

Xie Xian nodded indifferently and went down the ladder. She didn't even glance at the others. "......." I have never seen such an impolite girl.

Finally, I can have a good meal. Qingdai, who was standing on the escalator, was sweating when she saw her girl was so relaxed. When the girl climbed up, her heart was beating fast. No wonder the girl called it a convenient ladder. It can be used for quarrels and it is still very stable!

At first, this thing was placed along the wall, and she didn't know its use. Today, she finally knew what it was used for. Xie Xian didn't know that her personal demonstration this time provided strong support for Qingdai's future wall-climbing actions.