Zhao Jingyun, who was not far away, looked at Mr. Song and couldn't help but feel envious.
Zhao Jingyun said: "I don't know who is thinking about you. Unlike me, even if I am in the government office all day, no one will come to ask."
Thinking of this, Mr. Song subconsciously curled his lips.
Although he has been a little tired these days. Not only does he have to supervise the studies of several boys in the village, but he also has to come to the government office to settle accounts, but... the young apprentice does know how to make him happy.
Every day when he came to the government office, several disciples brought him there, and there was a big fight to take him back to the village. A group of disciples walked back surrounded by him.
With people around him, his whole body became a bit more upright.
On the street, people asked: "Which gentleman does this belong to?"
Mr. Song is not someone who likes to show off, and he doesn't care about the respectful looks he's given. He just...sees the little fox's sincerity, so he has to deal with it a little bit.
Thinking of this, Mr. Song took out a piece of cheese from his arms and placed it on the small clay stove. While watching the cheese gradually softening, he said: "I am an old man who is about to be buried. Who would care about me?"
Zhao Jingyun couldn't help but blinked when he heard Mr. Song's words. This was an obvious duplicity. What he said was different from what he did. No one was wondering, where did your cheese come from?
Mr. Song felt Zhao Jingyun's resentment and raised his eyelids: "My apprentice told me to remember to eat. If I don't eat, I will inevitably make a noise."
"You are still young, so there is no need to envy these things."
Zhao Jingyun seemed to have been stabbed in the heart again. He was still young? This meant that he was so old and had a cheating wife at home. After his younger brother and his wife were imprisoned, the elders in the family did not even write letters.
If he refused to reply, he would be really alone.
When Zhao Jingyun was thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. He lowered his head and saw Mr. Song using two prepared bamboo sticks to roll up the cheese into two, and then actually handed one of them over.
Zhao Jingyun was a little surprised, he didn't expect Mr. Song to give him something to eat.
"Sir, don't you want it?" Mr. Song said and was about to take the cheese back.
Zhao Jingyun immediately answered: "Yes."
Mr. Song showed a smile, which really convinced the little fox that he was right, Mr. Zhao is a greedy person.
The cheese is still a little hot, but it is especially soft and tender when eaten hot, and it is really fragrant.
"No wonder it sells so well in the market," Zhao Jingyun said after swallowing a mouthful, "It's really delicious."
Speaking of this, Zhao Jingyun had to admire the people in Fengxia Village. They celebrated the New Year in a lively manner, and they even came out to sell cheese.
Not to mention that no one has tried this novel thing before, many people want to try it.
It didn't matter if he tasted it, the reputation spread. Now everyone knows that Fengxia Village sells a kind of grilled cheese, which tastes better than anything else and is good for the body.
Zhao Jingyun came close to Mr. Song: "Is it enough to sell during the Lantern Festival?"
"I don't know," Mr. Song said, "I don't know how to ask about these things."
Zhao Jingyun smiled and said: "That's right! No matter what, it won't be a short meal for you."
Mr. Song still looks thin, but his face is rosy. His body has improved, and his appetite has also improved. Now he can eat half a bowl of rice more than before.
There is no need to prepare anything by yourself during the New Year. The robe, fur jacket, boots on your feet, and fur hat on your head are all purchased by the Zhao family.
The Zhao family may not pay attention to the rituals and annual rituals, but everyone in the Zhao family will never forget Mr. Song and will always give the best to him.
Every time Song Er mentioned it, he would talk about the benefits of the Zhao family.
Mr. Song looked at Zhao Jingyun: "Sir, Mr. Cao from Beijing is still writing notes at home?"
Zhao Jingyun put down the tea cup in his hand and nodded: "In addition to drinking medicine, I also wrote memorials and sent them to Beijing seven times."
If you want to say that there is someone who is working diligently and immersed in pen and ink all day long, there must be Cao Ben.
Zhao Jingyun could also understand Cao Ben's current mood. He was so frightened that he still felt uncomfortable down there. He had to change several pairs of trousers every day. He invited several doctors from Taozhou City to have all kinds of food during the New Year celebrations. , the courtyard where he lives only smells of medicine as soon as you enter.
Even after taking the medicine so far, he was still not feeling better. Zhao Jingyun felt that it might not be a real illness, but a mental illness.
Such an unspeakable heartache must have made Cao Ben difficult to calm down, so he could only vent his anger in the memorial.
"Let's do the math, there will be news in Beijing soon," Zhao Jingyun said with a smile on his face, "Let's see what the Feng family will do this time."
After spending these days together, Zhao Jingyun and Mr. Song have become familiar with each other. Coupled with Zhao Luoyang's relationship, they won't be able to hide their words when talking to each other.
Mr. Song said: "The Feng family will definitely not be able to escape, but they will spend more energy keeping an eye on Taozhou in the future."
Zhao Jingyun also knew that if Taozhou relied on him alone, he might not be sure, but isn't the prince here? The prince is here, and the people from the Wuwei Army and Prince Yu's Mansion are there. If the Feng family really doesn't care, it's not like they can't fight. A fight.
Seeing how confident Zhao Jingyun was, Mr. Song had an idea in his mind. He was right. There must be someone behind Zhao Jingyun.
Think about the things that the little fox often brings out. Could it be given by the person behind Zhao Jingyun? It's not impossible. Let's just say that the patterns of those farm tools can't be easily drawn.
Mr. Song suddenly regretted sharing Zhao Jingyun's cheese. Everyone thought he was not hunched enough. Why?
"By the way," Zhao Jingyun said, "the Zhao girls have made a lot of money these days, right?"
Mr. Song said: "No matter how much you earn, it's not enough for her to spend."
Zhao Jingyun's heart trembled: "What's shown in the books and what the government government can provide clearly is not enough in total?"
Before Mr. Song could reply, he heard someone outside reporting: "The girl from the Zhao family is here."
Zhao Luoyang walked into the room and heard Mr. Song say: "Master Zhao, ask her!"
In fact, Zhao Luoyang didn't hear what Mr. Song and Zhao Jingyun were talking about, but she could guess about it, so before Zhao Jingyun asked, she said: "Not enough."
Zhao Jingyun looked at Zhao Luoyang and then at Mr. Song, and could only laugh helplessly.
Zhao Luoyang saluted Zhao Jingyun: "Sir, there is only one farming time every year. There is a lot of cultivated land in Taozhou, and there is a lot of uncultivated wasteland. With our current manpower, it is impossible to plant all the land, but if we prepare more, we can The more we can cultivate. After all, how many people can be fed by how much food we have, don’t you think so, sir?”
Zhao Jingyun held himself down forcibly and did not get up. Thinking about the relationship between the Zhao family girl and his own prince, he felt like he was on pins and needles every time he received this gift.
"You're right," Zhao Jingyun said, "You can also see clearly."
Mr. Song glanced at Zhao Jingyun, why did he feel a little weird every time Mr. Zhao praised the little fox?
Zhao Luoyang said to Zhao Jingyun again: "It's snowing outside. We want to take Mr. back home as soon as possible. Please accept your permission."
"Go back, go back!" Zhao Jingyun waved his hand, "in case the snow is heavy and the road becomes difficult to walk."
Mr. Song and Zhao Luoyang walked out of the house. Zhao Jingyun looked at the clay oven on the ground. Without Mr. Song baking all kinds of food on it, he really felt... so lonely.
…
Mr. Song got on the donkey cart.
Zhao Xueyi added a small car to the donkey cart, and Mrs. Yang also made a curtain, which could at least block some wind and snow. Unfortunately, the car was too narrow and could barely accommodate two people, so Zhao Yuan asked them not to
Come to pick up Mr. Song.
Zhao Xuejing was driving, and Zhao Luoyang took out two hot eggs and roasted crispy soybeans from his pocket and handed them to Mr. Song.
Mr. Song has bad teeth, but he also likes to crack beans.
In this way, with the sound of Mr. Song peeling eggs and eating beans, the donkey cart moved forward slowly.
When they were about to arrive at the entrance of the village, a man ran up the official road outside the carriage. The man was covered in snow, his eyes and nose were almost covered by frost, and he looked miserable. He stretched out his hand to wipe his nose, and then saluted Zhao Xuejing.
"Brother, I am a foreigner. I came to Taozhou all the way. May I ask where Fengxia Village is?"
The speaker's voice was trembling, and his tongue was so cold that he couldn't hold it straight, but his words were still refined.
Zhao Xuejing said: "You have passed by, go back, you will be there soon."
While he was talking, Song Guangyan felt that a gap had been opened in the donkey cart, and the smell of eggs wafted out from inside. Although it was a donkey cart, there seemed to be charcoal fire burning inside, and from time to time someone was blowing charcoal gas out.
At this moment, Song Guangyan wondered in his mind, is this farmer also so particular? There is a car on top of the donkey cart, and can you keep warm and eat in the car?
As soon as Song Guangyan hesitated, the donkey cart had already moved forward.
The reason why the donkey cart was moving in such a hurry was because Zhao Xuejing was afraid of freezing Mr. Song in the cart.
The donkey cart went a long way, and Mr. Song stuffed the last bite of eggs into his mouth. For some reason, the sound outside sounded familiar to him.
Mr. Song looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Is there anyone outside just now?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Zhao Xuejing said: "Maybe he went to the East Village to find relatives to help him." They had only met such a person two days ago, so it was not surprising.
"Oh," Mr. Song nodded, "No wonder..." No wonder it sounds familiar, the suffering people are all the same.