"Sir, you and the second master come in to eat. Everything has been left for you."
The house is already small, and usually the whole family has to stand while eating. Now with sixteen families coming over, there is no room for it, so everyone just stands outside.
Anyway, the mutton soup was hot, and everyone ate it before it cooled down.
But Mr. Song was different. The sixteen households already respected him. He was Zhao Luoyang's husband, so he was naturally invited into the house.
Song Er said with a smile: "I saw the excitement outside, so I got together with everyone to eat. It's been a long time since I've had mutton. My old man likes this the most. This time, it's all thanks to the Zhao girl."
Mr. Song's face felt hot at the words, but he was soon attracted by the strong aroma.
The small table made by Zhao Xueyi has been set up in the room, with hot mutton and radish soup on it and a bowl of rice.
The rice looks crystal clear and is the finest polished rice.
There is a porcelain cup on the table, and the cup is filled with buttermilk.
Helping Mr. Song to sit down, Zhao Luoyang handed the chopsticks over: "Sir, eat it while it's hot!"
Mr. Song tried hard to maintain his usual demeanor, but he was very anxious. He didn't know whether to drink soup first or take a bite of mutton.
Logically speaking, it was right to drink the soup first, but looking at the stewed mutton, he seemed not to care about that.
In the past, people often invited him to banquets, and he had never seen delicacies from the mountains and seas. Now that he thought about it, those things were far inferior to the bowl of mutton soup in front of him.
Mr. Song first added a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth. Just as he thought, it didn't have a fishy taste, but was tender, smooth and delicious.
The radish is just as delicious, and you can taste the sweetness as soon as you bite it.
Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh, and a smile appeared on his face.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Sir, try this buttermilk again."
Mr. Song picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip. When he moved, he brought some wine from home to drink to warm himself up when it was cold at night. Little did he know that he encountered bandits on the way and lost most of it, but the rest was still there.
I finished the drink before arriving in Minzhou.
I haven't tasted the aroma of wine for a long time. The buttermilk enters my mouth. The aroma of milk is mixed with the smell of wine. It slides into my belly with a slurp. It feels indescribably comfortable.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Sir, does it taste good?"
Mr. Song nodded repeatedly: "It tastes good. Xifan's buttermilk and highland barley wine are the best. I only drank them once or twice before. The craftsmanship in the village is not bad, but if the wine could be stronger,
Enough."
Zhao Luoyang smiled and said: "There are five water bags here, filled with buttermilk. I will keep one and give the rest to sir."
Five water bladders?
Mr. Song couldn't help but be surprised: "How many things did the village give you?"
Mr. Song took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Luoyang intently: "What did you say in the village?"
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "I just met the clan leader of the village."
Mr. Song's mind is a little numb. He just met the clan leader once and got so many things?
Zhao Luoyang continued: "I'm not very good at talking. If it were my husband, the village would definitely give me more."
This statement sounds as false as possible.
But Mr. Song still felt comfortable.
Mr. Song said: "That's natural." Having said that, the next time I see the people in the village, he will not be underestimated even if he risked his life.
Mr. Song secretly sighed. He came to Taozhou with all his hopes in mind. He wanted to find a place to wait for death in peace, but it seemed that things were going against his wishes.
Today, not only did I go to the government office and the government school, but now I told the little fox such big words.
This mutton soup seems to be a bit expensive.
but……
Forget it, who calls it fragrant?
Zhao Luoyang's eyes curled up with laughter.
For a while, her charm has been rising.
From the time she started making mutton soup to now, sixteen households have given her hundreds of charm points. The moment her husband entered the house, he gave her 22 points.
Sure enough, people will feel better when they are full, and seeing more good things can arouse their fighting spirit.
Although people from the sixteen households could not give her charm points by praising her, as long as she was inspired and had some good thoughts in her mind, her charm points would increase.
If the system wants to be upgraded again, she has to start from this point.
Because there were too many people in the sixteen households, everyone gave more or less, and she seemed to have made a fortune all of a sudden.
"Shi Ping and Feng Laosan just came back," Shi Jiu said. "The two of them gave more than ordinary people. They must have been inspired by you."
Zhao Luoyang looked into the yard and saw Shi Ping squatting not far away.
Shi Ping was holding the bowl, his eyes were a little dazed, and he took a long while before carefully taking a sip of the soup.
"When we have money, we must first repair the yard. It is best to build a house," Zhao Luoyang, "so that sixteen families can gather together to eat."
Shi Jiu said: "This will make it easier for you to collect charm points."
Zhao Luoyang nodded. If she was far away, she would not be able to collect the charm points. If there were several rows of long tables, she would sit in the middle so that she could collect the charm points while eating.
I don’t know when this small expectation will be fulfilled?
It is best to come several times a year so that everyone can sit together and think more about what good days will come in the future.
After Mr. Song drank several cups of buttermilk, his cheeks were slightly red and his eyes were brighter. He smoothed his beard and looked at Zhao Luoyang next to him.
"I went to the government office and the academy to inquire about some information," Mr. Song said. "Master Zhao personally tried the Liu family's case. I don't know what the outcome was. I wanted to ask about Jiang Zhizhou.
"
Mr. Song said: "I found an acquaintance over there at Fu Xue."
Mr. Song cleared his throat. He wouldn't say how miserable he was when he found someone. In short, he had made some connections. Something happened to Zhang Yuan, so he used these words to say a few more words.
Of course, he would not tell the little fox about asking for help.
Zhao Luoyang immediately filled the bowl of buttermilk for Mr. Song.
Mr. Song said: "I heard that Jiang Zhizhou made a great contribution in retaking Taozhou from the Western Tibetan people, but the court has been unable to promote him. Do you know why?"
Zhao Luoyang shook his head.
Mr. Song said: "The imperial court once ordered Jiang Zhizhou to rescue Princess Changle, but I heard that Jiang Zhizhou abandoned the princess for Taozhou, which made the late emperor very angry."
"But Jiang Zhizhou is a hero, and it is for the country and the country of Da Qi. No matter how much the late emperor loves his sister, he cannot attack the hero. He simply lets Jiang Zhizhou stay in Taozhou and is never allowed to enter the capital."
"The late emperor even said that if he could save my sister, he would be willing to trade Taozhou for it. I don't know anything else, but I have heard the late emperor say this. You must know that when Princess Changle got married, Daqi had just
The foundation of the founding of the dynasty was still shallow, but Princess Changle had been in Xibo for many years and had really contributed a lot to the stability of the Qi Dynasty."
"There are many ministers in the court who are thinking about the princess's benefits. What's more, when Taizu passed away and chaos broke out in the Qi Dynasty, it was the princess who helped the late emperor to ascend the throne, so it is not surprising that the late emperor said this."
"Moreover, it was rumored that Wu Songjie had been seriously ill before she was killed. Princess Changle was afraid of the unrest in Western Tibet, so she wrote to the late emperor in advance, asking the late emperor to take her back to Daqi if Wu Songjie died."
Mr. Song said and took a sip of buttermilk: "Actually, there have long been rumors that Princess Changle raised food and grass and soldiers to help the late emperor ascend the throne, and she made an agreement with the late emperor. If Wusongjie dies before the princess in the future, the princess will
When she returns to Daqi, the princess will not return to the capital, but will live in a state where she can live her life."
Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song: "Is this true?"
Mr. Song shook his head: "I don't know, but since this word has spread, it makes sense. Even if the late emperor did not make such a promise, he must have promised the princess something."
"The princess helped the late emperor in times of crisis. Now that there is trouble in Xibo, the late emperor failed to save Princess Changle. If the late emperor had no regrets in his heart..."
Mr. Song did not continue, but Zhao Luoyang understood.
The late emperor's posthumous name was "Ren". If there is no regret, it is indeed inconsistent with his posthumous name.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song: "Sir, tell me, is it possible that the death of Princess Changle has nothing to do with Jiang Zhizhou?"
What does it mean?
Zhao Luoyang said: "Maybe he is just a scapegoat. He doesn't cry out for injustice because it is useless to cry out for injustice. No one will make the decision for him."