Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Blacksmith Wang's family had quite a few things, and they filled a mule cart with all kinds of miscellaneous things.

As for the house and land, they couldn't be sold if they were in a hurry to sell. Blacksmith Wang only told the people in the village that the date of return from visiting relatives was uncertain.

He left in such a hurry, everyone felt that his family had climbed into a noble family.

The mule cart was running crookedly on the ridge of the field, and Blacksmith Wang kept going despite his wife's complaints.

The swordsman was penniless, so Mo Li lent him three taels of silver, and the swordsman took it as a gift to the Wang family.

The whole family and the swordsmen who escorted them left together, and the yard immediately seemed much empty.

Mo Li slowly used the remaining firewood from the Wang family to light the stove, and cooked a pot of porridge that was so rare that it could be seen in a mirror.

——No way, only this little rice.

From rolling up the sleeves to light the fire to uncovering the pot, everything was done in a calm and unhurried manner, and I didn't see how much effort he had to make, just a pot of steaming porridge would be enough.

Meng Qi also didn't sit idle, he went to the well to wash the dishes.

This well is not in the Wang's courtyard, but at the head of the village.

When the women and young ladies who were washing clothes were shocked, they couldn't help but secretly peeped.

Firstly, I have never seen such a handsome gentleman, and secondly, whose gentleman wants to wash the dishes. Could it be that there are no female relatives at home?

Before they had time to inquire about the origin of this strange man, Meng Qi had already left.

The Confucian gown embroidered with gold and osmanthus that I wore this morning had some dust from the scuffle in the Town God's Temple. It was wearable, but it was not as conspicuous as before.However, no matter how you look at it, it's the style of a trial suit, and you have to be famous if you want to wear it, which makes the villagers afraid to approach them casually.

So Meng Qi walked in front, followed by a group of people.

After seeing Meng Qi entering the Wang family's yard, and hearing from Wang's neighbors that Blacksmith Wang dragged his family out to visit relatives, he suspected that the Wang family had rented the house to outsiders.

Liu Niangzi dragged her internally injured body, and stood stiffly at the door to prevaricate the surrounding villagers:

"... I am an old neighbor of Blacksmith Wang in the city... yes, I am also a distant relative, my aunt joked, if we are renting a house, we have to say hello to the village head and Baojia, how can we be confused The reason to just move in? If you don’t live long, just rest your feet... When will you leave? Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..."

The villagers felt sorry for each other, whispered for a while and then dispersed.

A few women who were reluctant to leave and wanted to find Mrs. Liu to continue to inquire about the situation were rejected directly.

"What powerful relatives can a blacksmith have?"

"Bah, the dog's eyes are low!"

The women in the village treated Mrs. Liu as a servant. Although the boss was unhappy, she also knew that most of her sisters, nieces and nieces were not related to scholars, so they cursed for a while and then left.

Liu Niangzi squatted behind the door panel, slandering Meng Qi for going out and wandering around to call back the trouble, but she didn't dare to show any emotion on her face.

To be honest, she couldn't understand why Shopkeeper Sun might send someone over to take Blacksmith Wang away at any moment, and the two of them were washing dishes and cooking porridge?

It's not that people in the Jianghu don't eat, but that when something happens, everyone usually uses cold water with dry food.There is obviously nothing to eat here, and Wang Tiejiang's wife is a person who knows how to live, so she took away everything she could bring, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.The kitchen is empty, only the old bowls that don't need to be full of dust on weekdays, and a handful of rice at the bottom of the altar that may have been forgotten.

Why bother with carrying water, washing dishes, and lighting a fire for cooking?Isn't it good to wait for the enemy to come to your door?

No.

From Mo Li's point of view, idleness is idleness, so why don't you cook when you have rice?

Whether it is a dragon vein or the number one master in the world, life is always going to be lived.

"good smell."

Meng Qi sniffed as soon as he entered the door, he calmly entered the kitchen, and put the bowl on the stove.

"Where is the fragrance of millet that can be seen everywhere?" Mo Li thought to himself that he didn't put oil in the porridge.

"Do you even need to ask? Cooked by the doctor himself, it is not a herbal medicine, either bitter or fragrant."

A certain national teacher did not forget to complain about the bitter medicine that Mo Li had endured when he praised him.

Mo Li paused when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Meng, to tell you the truth, I'm actually quite good at medicinal porridge..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi held down his right hand.

Meng Qi was very calm, coughed dryly and said: "It's too troublesome to put the herbal medicine, I'm already hungry, I'll just wait for the doctor's pot of porridge."

So he picked two larger bowls and filled them with porridge. Mo Li took one in each hand. When he came out, he saw Miss Liu with a complicated expression, and said lightly: "There are bowls on the stove. Go and fill them up when you are hungry. Still need to recuperate."

Miss Liu had no appetite at all, she guessed that the master would bring more elite experts to come soon, at this time even if there were dragon liver and phoenix gall in the pot, she would not be able to eat it.

"No... there's no need." Liu Niangzi refused halfway, and when she met Shang Moli's gaze, she fell silent immediately.

Although Meng Qi wished that this pot of porridge would be his own and the doctor's, but as the dragon vein of Taijing, he was not so naive - there will be more opportunities for ink carp to make porridge in the future.So at this time, seeing Liu Niangzi silent for a moment and silently bowing her head to go to the kitchen, she still found it quite interesting.

It's schadenfreude.

Meng Qi discovered that the most powerful skill Mo Li learned from Qin Lu was actually to deter disobedient patients.

No matter who it is, they will feel ashamed from the bottom of their hearts when they are stared at coldly, and the pressure is too heavy to lift their heads.

In this way, Moli has a more suitable position: to be a teacher.

Meng Qi couldn't help thinking that if they met early, he would be the teacher of the state and the doctor would be the teacher of the emperor.

Mo Li is not those stale old Confucianists, nor is it like Meng Qi's old friends who are worried about the prince's succession for the throne, and only teach the prince to be a dragon and phoenix, while intentionally or unintentionally ignoring and suppressing the princes.

The so-called three cardinal principles and five permanent principles of monarch, minister, father and son, because everyone follows this set, Prince Chu is intelligent, handsome, civil and military, and is highly regarded among the ruling and opposition parties.The result was that the crown prince died of a sudden illness. These princes who never thought that they would be able to sit in that position one day were ecstatic, but Li Yuanze suddenly found that all his sons were mud that could not support the wall...

No, if Mo Li was the emperor's teacher, the crown prince might not die of illness.

Meng Qi lost his mind after thinking about it, and almost bumped into the table when he stopped.

——Thanks to the master's subconscious reaction.

Mo Li turned his head helplessly, and pressed Meng Qi to sit down.

Strange to say, Mo Li felt that when getting along with Meng Qi, the situation always changed again and again.Sometimes Meng Qi's eyes are clear and arrogant, he knows everything and can see through people's hearts, so people can't help but rely on him to make decisions; There are some moths in the line of sight, for example, wearing a faded dress can still fool the master into a breakthrough...

What's even more strange is that Mo Li found that he was content with such a situation.

I don't think there is any contradiction between "unconditionally trusting Meng Qi" and "playing with gerbils".

After all, if there is only the former, to Mo Li, it may not feel like there is an extra person he likes, but an extra senior worthy of respect.The feeling of the seniors is far away, but the crush is different.

"Sit still, this table is not stable with one broken leg, if you hit it again it will fall apart." Mo Li handed the bowl to Meng Qi, and motioned, "There are no chopsticks, just drink whatever you want."

Basically water anyway.

Meng Qi looked at the bowl and thought that it was too thin. He had never had such thin porridge when he was short of military rations during the war.

Mo Li sat down opposite Meng Qi, and said at the right time: "I wanted to use some copper coins to go to the neighbor's house to exchange some rice grains and pickles, but seeing that you have attracted so many people just by going out, it's fine."

The villagers Liu Niangzi blocked just now really wished to ask the three generations of household registration, and asked the matchmaker on the spot to talk about marriage.

"Yes, if they see the doctor, twice as many people will come to the door immediately." Meng Qi nodded seriously, holding the bowl as if drinking tea with famous kiln celadon, and said while tasting, " People like me and the doctor don't stick to the common world, and the only way to be at ease is to go back to the mountains and forests."

Lady Liu came out of the kitchen with a bowl: "..."

If the two people at the table were not drinking gruel, the credibility of this statement would be higher.

Meng Qi "sipped tea" slowly, shaking his head while drinking, and sighed softly with his eyes closed: "The red sun is scorching like fire, and the wild fields are half-scorched. The heart of the farmer is like soup, and the son and grandson shake the fan... Alas , which storybook is this from?"

"Outsmart the birthday key?"

Mo Li raised his eyes, did he vaguely feel a cool breeze just now?

Yes, there are people on the roof!

"Young princes and grandchildren don't know the sufferings of farmers, but farmers also want to live the life of princes and grandchildren. The doctor and I are so hot that we don't even want to leave the house, but there are still people who are full of plans to restore the country. Climbing the roof under such a big sun , look at your posture, do you want to continue to play the second round?" Meng Qi sipped the porridge relished, and said firmly, "No, it's hot!"

The man in the bamboo hat on the roof: "..."

The man in the bamboo hat could hold his breath, and stood there without saying a word.

Meng Qi continued to chant poems: "Bitter first and then sweet, Zhaoxi water, the fairy mist tea in the world of joy... This sip, it feels like a celestial being, and the cool wind does not change the good water."

The ink carp hesitated to speak.

Lady Liu leaned against the wall trembling, and couldn't help but glance at the bowl in her hand when she heard the words, and said to herself, if I didn't know it was a bowl of gruel, I would really believe in the evil of good tea.

"Don't worry, doctor, the thief is alone." Meng Qi was very interested, and at the end he comforted Mo Li, "We may be in his favor when we send the swordsman away. The power to restore the country that has been accumulated for decades, But I can't stand the big damage, I just want to lure us away right now!"

Meng Qi said with actions that he would not leave.

There is porridge cooked by a doctor, and I don't even want to go out.

Mo Li was worried that the people in the bamboo hats would go mad and destroy the village and houses. Besides, if they didn't move here, Shopkeeper Sun would still be able to escape.

Meng Qi winked at Mo Li, and then wrote three words on the table with his fingers.

Fengxing Pavilion.

The people from the Fengxing Pavilion escaped last night. The pavilion owner, Qiu Jing, is not a sullen owner. As long as he mobilizes his people in time to fight back, shopkeeper Sun and others may not be able to escape smoothly.Because the biggest and most threatening person is standing on top of them!

Meng Qi looked leisurely and relaxed, but his internal strength had already been raised by [-]%, and he could strike at any time.

The ink carp slowly put down the bowl and stroked the handle of the knife.

"Master Meng, we can talk." The man in the hat came from the roof with a cold and sinister voice.

Before Meng Qi could speak, he hissed like a poisonous snake and breathed out like a strange wind passing through the cracks in the stone.

"Tell me about the dragon vein."

The author has something to say: Gerbils: Drinking porridge happily, kicking their legs.jpg

bask in the sun, idiot