In early July, two major events happened in Jiangzhou.
All are great joys.
Yu Ming and Xu Ling's wedding is scheduled for the seventh day of July.
On the same day, all residents of the residential building will move into their new homes.
After the building was built, it was left there for a whole year. Because of the war, Song Yang was too busy to move and others were too embarrassed to move first.
This time, I just took advantage of the happy event of Yu Ming's marriage to add happiness to happiness.
On the sixth day of July, Song Yang asked Tong Qian and Shen Xiaowan to bring steamed buns to roll Yu Ming's bed.
This was a blessing that Yu Ming had asked him for several times.
Although Steamed Bun now has a name, Song Yang still used to call him Steamed Bun.
The meaning of not being hungry after eating also indicates that the people of Jiangzhou will be full.
"Come back? Huh? This is what Lao Yu gave you."
Song Yang is not going today. He is doing research at home.
I saw Tong Qian and his wife coming back with steamed buns, and the guards behind them were carrying four baskets of things, and the baskets were covered with red cloth.
The steamed bun kept peeking into the basket.
"Yeah. Lao Yu said it was labor fee for the steamed buns." Tong Qian said with a smile.
"Hey! This guy! Come, let me see what Lao Yu has given me." Song Yang smiled and went over to lift the red cloth on the basket.
"Good guy! How long will it take to eat this!"
Four baskets full of oranges.
"Lao Yu said that this is called a wish coming true. These are the oranges he asked someone to bring from Yongzhou. They taste sour and sweet and are quite delicious." Shen Xiaowan said with a smile.
Song Yang picked up an orange and broke it into four halves.
Buntou pulled his neck and looked at Song Yang with a look of anticipation on his face.
"No." Song Yang gave the steamed bun one.
The steamed bun took the orange, hugged it, and ate it.
The two girls shared it again, and finally tasted it themselves.
"Uh, this is really sour! Sweet...ah!" Song Yang grinned sourly.
"Giggle..." Tong Qian burst out laughing when she saw him like that.
"These oranges are summer oranges. They are indeed sour, but they suit my appetite. Xiaoqian usually likes sweet and sour food, and she also likes this." Shen Xiaowan explained after taking a bite of the orange.
"What about you? You can't eat sour food?" Song Yang looked at the steamed bun eating an orange.
The steamed bun ignored him at all and just followed his oranges, eating them all over his face.
"He has eaten too much candy. He needs something sour to change his mouth." Tong Qian pointed to the steamed buns and said.
"Okay. I'll hurt myself if I write it together."
Adhering to the concept of not wasting, Song Yang forced himself into a quarter of an orange, grinning sourly.
"What is the prince doing at home?"
Tong Qian saw that Song Yang was wearing a white coat and knew that he was going to Shen Mian's laboratory again.
Song Yang turned around and entered the house with the orange in hand. As he walked, he said, "Get a generator."
Wang Muyue's wire drawing machine was still being built, so Song Yang asked Liu Bao to make him some copper wires, and then some accessories, planning to save a smaller one himself first.
After two days of research, I already have some ideas.
Wrap the copper wire at intervals and place it between the magnets.
Use the manual joystick to cut the magnetic induction line, and now you can feel the heat generated by the closed circuit tracing the thin line in the middle.
Song Yang didn't have an electric meter and didn't know how much current there was, but he was basically certain that there must be electricity.
Well, somewhat.
"Then I hope the prince can get the electricity out soon. Steamed buns often get up late at night to get food, and it's inconvenient to light candles. Just get that electric light out." Tong Qianwan'er said.
"Yeah. It's coming soon." Song Yang nodded.
The electricity has just begun to appear, and I don’t know where it came from so quickly.
Just as I put the orange down, a familiar voice came from outside.
"My lord, are you there?"
"Uh, what's Lao Yu doing here?" Song Yang knew it was Yu Ming as soon as he heard it.
When I came out, I saw Yu Ming poking his head at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Why are you here? There is no big wedding tomorrow, so you still have time to come to this king?" Song Yang curled his lips and asked.
Yu Ming was on vacation these days, and Song Yang asked him to go home and tidy up, so as not to make things look awkward.
In order to help him decorate his wedding room, Tong Qian, Shen Xiaowan and some lesbians from the Women's Federation worked hard.
"That..." Yu Ming stopped talking.
"What's wrong? Tell me!" Song Yang stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, I would like to borrow your record player." Yu Ming said sheepishly.
"Hey! What a big deal! Just find someone to pick it up, and you have to go there yourself." Song Yang said speechlessly.
The war has been over for more than a month. After Song Yang came back, Tong Qian recorded several more records.
The record player at Song Yang's home has officially been put into service.
Several records are playing in rotation.
Moving this thing to the wedding scene can indeed enhance your style.
But this matter is nothing at all, and does not require the groom's official to make a trip.
"Which? I'm in a humble position and have nothing to do. I just happened to come over and get it." Yu Ming scratched his head and said.
"That's okay. You come with me to get it," Song Yang said crookedly.
The record player was in the residential building, so Song Yang told Yu Mingfei to ask someone to come and get the key.
Now he still needs to make a trip.
Song Yang changed his clothes and took Yu Ming to the residential building.
"Oh! Why are you taking so long! Let's go quickly!"
Just after leaving the small courtyard, Song Yang found Yu Ming slowly moving behind.
"Oh oh oh!" Yu Ming nodded and hurriedly followed.
"Hiss!" Song Yang stopped, took a breath and looked at Yu Ming.
"Something's wrong with you! Did something happen?" Song Yang stared at Yu Ming and asked.
This guy gulped slowly, obviously distracted.
"That... that... humble position... humble position... I'm a little scared!"
Song Yang couldn't stop saying this. He looked up at the sky. It was not yet noon. What are you afraid of on such a sunny day?
"No...it's not that I'm afraid. It's..."
"Yes! Hurry up and say it! The old man is so ink!" Song Yang said with eyes wide open.
Yu Ming paused for a moment, seemed to be sorting out his words, and then said after a long time: "Your Majesty, I feel a little panicked when I think of getting married tomorrow!"
Yu Ming looked around nervously.
"What? Nervous? Holy shit! You have premarital phobia!" Song Yang said speechlessly, holding his forehead.
"Premarital phobia? This... Your Majesty! Is this disease serious?"
After listening to Song Yang's words, Yu Ming's face changed, and he looked at Song Yang in panic and asked.
"This is not a disease! This is a psychological problem!" Song Yang emphasized.
"I said you are a dignified general. You can lead troops to fight and annihilate Luo Xin without panic. How can you panic about getting married?"
Song Yang said speechlessly.
"This...I don't know either! I'm just a little flustered for no reason, so I wanted to ask you for advice." Yu Ming finally told the truth.
Borrowing a record player was just an excuse, the main reason was that I wanted to see Song Yang for psychological counseling.
"You have to calm down about this kind of thing! Look, don't you and Xu Ling have a good relationship?"
"This is a matter of course. It's not like rushing a duck to the top. There's nothing to panic about."
Song Yang became a psychological counselor.
While enlightening Song Yang, he arrived at the residential building and handed the record player to Yu Ming.
"Take it back. Put your things down and come out! Let's go pick up some skewers tonight! Have a drink and you won't panic!" Song Yang patted Yu Ming's shoulder and said.
"okay!"
As soon as Yu Ming heard about drinking, he immediately became interested and ran home with the record player in his arms.
Went downstairs soon.
"I said night! It's only noon!" Song Yang was almost out of the community when Yu Ming chased after him.
"Um...they are busy at home. I'm just a big man, so I'm embarrassed to be there." Yu Ming scratched his head and said.
In the morning, Tong Qian and Shen Xiaowan rolled the buns for him, and Xu Ling called Wan Qianxue and others to help with the final decorations on the new house.
After the natural disaster, Yu Ming and Xu Ling had no elders at home, so they had to take care of all these things by themselves.
"Okay then. It's almost lunch anyway, let's go have some noodles. I just want to enlighten you." Song Yang looked at the time and said to Ming when the meal was over.
"Okay. I just want to pack some food for Lingling." Yu Ming said with a smile.
"Uh, aren't you panicking? You're so affectionate." Song Yang said with a crooked mouth.
"The reason why I'm humble is that I'm afraid of getting married, but I'm not afraid of Lingling." Yu Ming scratched his head and said.
Song Yang was speechless. This guy has a special psychological problem!
After coming out of the residential building, we crossed the small square and arrived at the yamen gate. It happened that Fang Zhe, Ma Cheng, Gongsun Qi and others were going out at the end of the afternoon.
"Okay, we happened to meet each other. Let's go and have noodles together. I'm treating you!" Song Yang said with a smile when he saw them all there.
Upon hearing Song Yang's invitation, everyone laughed and said that they would kill Song Yang severely.
Bypassing the Yamen and arriving at North Street, there are many snacks here.
Song Yang took a group of people to Zhang Ji Noodle House, which was opened by the son of Zhang Mi's family.
The old man now studies agricultural machinery every day, leaving the family's small business to his son.
Zhang Mi's son Zhang Chu is quite good at cooking, especially making noodles, stretching noodles, hand-rolling noodles, and cutting noodles.
Moreover, their noodles have many flavors, such as Braised Noodles, Yangchun Noodles, and Fried Soybean Noodles, these are all basic operations.
There are also unique specialties such as fried noodles and cold noodles.
The reason why his family has so many varieties is because old man Zhang Mi got it from Song Yang.
As for researching machinery, every time the old man reported the work progress to Song Yang, he would ask Song Yang what he wanted to eat.
Song Yang will eat fried noodles today and braised noodles tomorrow.
Today I'm going to change the egg gravy, and tomorrow I'll have eggplant gravy.
As time went by, Song Yang tasted all the flavors he could remember, and Zhang Ji's noodle shop had more and more recipes.
A few people found a private room to sit down, each ordered their favorite noodles, and then ordered a few braised vegetables.
While waiting for the meal, Song Yang began to enlighten Yu Ming again.
"Lao Yu, be more open-minded and think about the good things. Look, Xu Ling is pretty good, right? We are getting married, and you two will live together. There is nothing to panic about."
Yu Ming listened and nodded to show that he understood a little bit.
At this time, Fang Zhe suddenly said: "Lao Yu, you have to be careful! Don't let Xu Ling make a pickle jar!"
"Also! You must find an old lady at home! Someone has to take care of the laundry and cooking."
"By the way. There needs to be a bed in the office. If you get kicked out one day, you have to go to the office to deal with it."
Fang Zhe was just imparting experience, but Yu Ming turned pale and panicked.
When Song Yang looked at Yu Ming, he understood immediately.
During this period, due to the wedding process, etiquette and emcee matters, I followed Fang Zhe every day.
Fang Zhe was poisoned by the mythical beast Wan Qianxue, and in turn instilled all the poison into Yu Ming.
This scared him.
Song Yang understood the reason, held Fang Zhe down and said seriously:
"Holy crap! I found the cause!"
"Lao Fang! From now on, you are not allowed to talk to Lao Yu!"