The routine in the city is too deep, and I just want to go back to the countryside.
Yes, this is what Li Qinzai is thinking now. Especially in this turbulent time, Li Qinzai feels that he cannot stay in Chang'an for long.
Staying away from the center of the storm and staying alone is an instinctive choice.
Cui Jie obviously didn't know what Li Qinzai was thinking at this moment, but she knew that Li Qinzai had a feeling for Ganjing Village that was like a destination in life, so she said obediently: "We will live wherever my husband likes. As long as we are with my husband, wherever we are is home."
"
Li Qinzai smiled and said: "Let's go back to Ganjing Village in a few days. The school has been abandoned for a year, and those little bastards have been free for a year. It's time to continue to accept the lash of knowledge, otherwise they really think that living is nothing."
What a joy."
The family of five walked around the new mansion again and again. After looking at every inch of land and every room from the front yard to the back yard, the couple looked at each other with satisfaction.
Next, the recruitment of housekeepers and maids can be put on the agenda. Cui Jie is in charge of the internal affairs, so Li Qinzai does not have to worry about it.
Pushing the wheelchair, the tribe opened the door. The couple were about to get on the carriage and return to the Duke's mansion, when they suddenly found a person lying at the door.
Wu Minzhi rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, with his hands in the shape of chicken claws and his whole body twitching from time to time.
Cui Jie and Jin Xiang were startled, but Li Qinzai glanced at him coldly.
"Husband, isn't this Wu Minzhi?" Cui Jie said in shock: "What's wrong with him? Do you want to call the doctor?"
Li Qinzai sneered: "No need to call the doctor, just stab him in the thigh. If he doesn't jump up, he wins."
Cui Jie glared at him and said, "After all, my husband and I have the status of teacher and student. How could my husband be so ruthless to his disciple? What happened to him?"
"It's so obvious, can't you see it? He's seriously ill. It's terminal. There's no cure. Let's ask Feng Su to bury him."
Wu Minzhi, who was twitching on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and said weakly: "Master's wife, Master's wife, help me!"
Cui Jie was surprised and said: "What's wrong with you?"
"Master's wife, my disciple is homeless and can only live on the streets. If Master's wife has mercy on me and my husband, I would like to ask Master's wife to take the disciple in and let me stay in your house for a while..."
Cui Jie looked at Li Qinzai's expression, then at Wu Minzhi on the ground, and tentatively said: "Husband, he..."
Li Qinzai didn't say anything, only stared at Wu Minzhi coldly, thinking that it was not easy for this guy. Now that the battle for the crown prince had begun, he was caught in a dilemma between the East Palace and Li Xian's advisers. Apart from finding a place to hide,
There is really no other choice.
Anyway, Li Qinzai won't be staying in the new mansion for the time being, so we might as well take this guy in.
The teacher-student relationship is a bit awkward, but they are still friends after all.
So Li Qinzai sighed and said: "You can stay temporarily, but you can only live in the concierge. You are not allowed to go near the yard. You can solve the problem of eating, drinking and defecating by yourself. Can you do that?"
Wu Minzhi was overjoyed and stood up quickly, nodding hastily: "Disciple swears to God that I will take good care of your husband's mansion and never waste any of it."
Li Qinzai waved his hand in disgust: "Get in."
Wu Minzhi had not yet left the scene. After thanking him, he moved through the door with difficulty step by step. His frail look was more expressive than the seriously injured Li Qinzai.
Cui Jie sighed: "Although I don't know why, my husband seems to have some feelings for Wu Minzhi... He seems to be seriously ill."
Li Qinzai stared at Wu Minzhi's back and sneered: "Let's make a bet. As long as he comes in, he will be jumping around and having fun all over the place."
Cui Jie glanced at him in surprise, then stared at Wu Minzhi's back.
Sure enough, after Wu Minzhi stepped through the door, his weakness and convulsions were instantly cured without medicine. He suddenly jumped three feet high, like a monkey jumping out of a stone, running and letting out weird screams of joy.
"Oh, oh, eh, haha, wow--"
Just jump and run away like this.
Cui Jie looked helpless and sighed: "My husband is indeed a wise man. I should not have felt pity for him just now."
Then he said with a worried look on his face: "Are we luring a wolf into the house? Listening to Wu Minzhi's strange cry, he really doesn't sound like a good person..."
"Madam, don't worry. He is not worthy of being a wolf. He is at most a hozen. If he dares to destroy our new mansion, I will cordially invite the dignitaries of Chang'an to come to our house to hunt and kill this evil beast as prey."
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It's winter, but it hasn't snowed yet.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the side room in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion, and Li Qinzai was sitting cross-legged on the ground, next to his empty wheelchair.
Under Li Zhi's order, the imperial physician came to Li Qinzai's house every day to check Li Qinzai's pulse. The prescription was still prescribed by Jin Dayan. The imperial physician was so shocked by the prescription that he did not dare to change a word. He even proposed to meet this legendary healer.
The Goguryeo goddess doctor who killed the ancestors of the Li family.
Li Qinzai's injury is slowly recovering, and now he no longer needs a wheelchair to travel.
But Li Qinzai still insists on walking around in a wheelchair every day. People recovering from injuries should take care of their bodies. Taking an extra step would be irresponsible for their injuries.
Besides, a figure as powerful as Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms rides in a wheelchair, and he still shakes a goose feather fan.
Therefore, all the awesome characters are in wheelchairs, and that kind of fragile temperament that is naturally elegant but fatal is made even more unfathomable by the backdrop of a wheelchair.
Three sweet potatoes are roasting on the charcoal fire. Nowadays, sweet potatoes have been widely planted in Datang. In addition to the Guanzhong area, prefectures and counties in Jiangnan and Huainan are also experimenting with planting.
This is also thanks to the hard work of my father-in-law, Prince Teng, in the past year. In order to be treated by the emperor as a member of Prince Teng's lineage, Prince Teng has worked hard. Over the past year, he has been promoting sweet potato cultivation in various states and counties, and
Gradually it was effective.
Li Qinzai heard that merchants in Chang'an West Market have begun to sell sweet potatoes, and the price is about the same as wheat and millet.
In two years' time, this new type of grain with extremely high yields may be everywhere, and the problem of food shortage for the people of the Tang Dynasty during the disaster years is slowly and gradually improving.
The sweet potatoes emitted steam on the charcoal fire, and the sweet fragrance hit their nostrils. Li Qinzai and Qiao'er Hongbi and his son stared at the sweet potatoes that were about to ripen. Hongbi looked at them blankly, with a string of crystal drool dripping from his mouth.
The little mouth opened, revealing one or two pitiful baby teeth.
"Dad, is it almost ready?" Qiao'er said after swallowing.
The roasted sweet potatoes were so fragrant that Li Qinzai couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "It should be almost done. Turn it over and bake it for a while."
There were footsteps outside the door, and Butler Wu's voice came from outside the door.
"Fifth Young Master, your disciple King Ying has come to see you."
Li Qinzai was stunned, and asked Qiao'er to pull the sweet potatoes off, telling him to eat them after they were cold.
Then Li Qinzai got into the wheelchair and pushed out the door by himself.
The wheelchair is so handsome, a must-have if you are stylish.
Li Xian stood in the front yard, his cheeks flushed with the cold weather, but he was still unconscious and his brows were furrowed, obviously something was troubling him.
Seeing Li Qinzai coming out, Li Xian hurriedly saluted.