The water area of Yuan River from the mouth of Jingyun River to Qianyang City is relatively open, and the river water upstream is relieved by the large zigzag-shaped river channel. The water flow is much gentler. Hang up the mat sails and paddle
Even if you rest your hands, the boat can be slowly lifted up by the sails.
The scorching sun was in the sky. Han Qian sat on the bow of the boat, stretched his bare feet into the cool river water, and looked at the green mountains on both sides of the river.
At this moment, Han Qian was able to relax a little in Xuzhou, no longer needing to worry and force himself to be calm, and he could even temporarily forget about the triviality and complexity of Jinling.
Han Qian also deliberately asked Yang Qin to slow down the boat and sail slowly. It took more than ten miles of water and two hours to reach the foot of Qianyang City.
It has been four months since Wang Yu died of illness. The state capital has accumulated a lot of matters that need to be dealt with, and the situation in the past few days has been extremely dangerous.
Back at Furong Garden, his father was still handling official business at the Yamen, but Han Qian felt sleepy, so he went back to his room to take a nap.
I dreamed that I was dragged into the market with five-flowered ropes, and my limbs and head were tied with ropes by five horses. The people riding on the horses were Ji Kun, Zhang Xiaochuan, Liu Bin, and those who died by his hands.
But the strange yet familiar face whose name he didn't know then drove the horse to pull the rope, pulling his body apart bit by bit, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Han Qian woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and saw the darkness outside the window. An oil lamp was lit on the desk in the room. Zhao Ting'er was lying on the edge of the bed, staring at him in confusion.
"Master, are you having a nightmare?" Zhao Ting'er asked.
"I dreamed that Ji Kun turned into an evil ghost and came to catch me." Han Qian said.
"Young Master will also be afraid?" Zhao Ting'er asked.
"Why aren't you afraid? I'm scared to death!" Han Qian said with a bitter sigh. Feeling hungry, he asked Zhao Ting'er, "What time is it?"
"It's almost time. The master just returned home and came to see you. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, he didn't wake you up. If I had known you would have nightmares, I would have woken you up," Zhao Ting'er said, "You are hungry.
No, I’ll go to the kitchen to see if there’s anything I can cook for you?”
"Wait for me to wash up and let's go see it together," Han Qian said.
He did not allow Zhao Ting'er to learn embroidery, nor did he allow Zhao Ting'er to learn cooking skills. Even though all the ladies in the world had to learn to make a few snacks in order to please their elders and relatives during the holidays, Han Qian felt that learning these was too wasteful for Zhao Ting'er.
Time is running out, and if I have that spare time, I might as well solve a few more math problems.
Therefore, Han Qian didn't have any expectations for Zhao Ting'er's cooking skills, and he also knew that she would not disturb Qingyun at such a late hour. He thought that he might as well go to the kitchen to see what he could cook for a full meal.
The two sneaked into the kitchen, and except for Guo Nuer and others who were watching the night, everyone else in the house was already asleep.
At a time when everyone in the world is like a starving ghost, in fact, very few people can live a life without worries. Usually, you don’t expect to have any leftover food in the kitchen for the night, but there are still plenty of fresh vegetables prepared.
There are still a few live fish swimming in the water tank - to prevent others from poisoning, a few live fish need to be put into the water tank and the well in the yard - there is still more than half a bowl in the cupboard, which is probably reserved for later use
Tomorrow morning I’ll make minced pork buns, a few pieces of tofu, and freshly picked mushrooms.
Han Qian cut the tofu into small square pieces, fried it in a pan, then stuffed the minced meat, diced mushrooms, and wild onions into the tofu cubes, then added oil, clear bean paste, and a little sugarcane syrup.
Once cooked, the aroma soon fills the entire kitchen.
"What bastard, your mother came to the kitchen to steal some food! Why can't you bastards survive!" As soon as Han Qian put the Yong Tau Foo into the plate, he heard the sound of Han Laoshan's wife breaking a gong from the other side of the room.
Pass it over.
Han Qian trembled with fright and asked Zhao Ting'er in a low voice: "Is the kitchen often eaten by others?"
Zhao Ting'er shrugged and said she didn't know either.
Han Qian saw a small door on the inside, blew out the oil lamp, took a plate and motioned for Zhao Ting'er to hide in with him.
Zhao Ting'er was puzzled as to why they had to avoid Aunt Zhou when they went to the kitchen to look for food.
Han Qian said: "Everything has to be eaten secretly to be the most delicious - have you ever heard of the saying that a wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than a steal, and a steal is worse than being unable to steal?"
Zhao Ting'er widened her beautiful eyes and gave Han Qian a fierce look, but still asked him to take him to the next door and hide him.
Next door was a woodshed, with the stars and moon hanging high in the sky, filtering through the cracks in the window, and saw Mrs. Xi tied to the pillars of the house with her hands tied behind her back, looking over with wide-eyed eyes.
Han Qian was startled. He didn't expect that Gao Shao and the others would temporarily imprison the little shrew here, and then pressed his lips with his fingers to signal her not to say anything. Xi Rong had just listened to Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er mincing the meat in the kitchen next door.
As he was talking, he thought he had heard something wrong, but he didn't expect that it was Han Qian who brought his maidservant to the kitchen to steal some food in the middle of the night. He couldn't understand that this murderous demon could have such eccentricities.
Han Laoshan's wife pushed open the door and entered the back kitchen. Seeing that the stove was still hot, she thought the food thief had just been scared away by her, so she chased him out cursing.
Han Qian smiled and picked up a piece of Yong Tau Fu with his hand. Zhao Ting'er stretched out her little face and took a small bite. After tasting the taste, she bit into the piece of Yong Tau Fu.
It's just that the Yong Tau Foo has just come out of the pot, and the corners have just cooled down, but it's still hot inside. It's so hot that Zhao Ting'er can't even spit it out or swallow it. He puffs up his little mouth and blows air. He's afraid of getting his hands dirty when he spits it out, so Han Qian stretches out his hand.
, and asked her to spit it out: "Are you so stupid? You swallow it whole when it's so hot?"
"I was staying with you in the room, and I forgot to eat." Zhao Ting'er curled her lips and said, not wanting to waste the piece of Yong Tau Fu, so she picked it up with her hand, put it to her mouth and blew it to cool it down, and then ate it in small bites.
It was so delicious that Zhao Ting'er couldn't wait to reach out and take another piece.
"Hey, take it easy, I haven't eaten yet!" Han Qian protested.
Zhao Ting'er embarrassedly handed the Yong Tau Fu to Han Qian. Seeing Han Qian's mouth coming towards him, she giggled in disgust and said, "Master, your mouth is so dirty. Take it by yourself and don't lick me!"
Han Qian grabbed Zhao Ting'er's white and greasy wrist and ate the whole piece of Yong Tau Fu in small bites. When he wanted to lick the grease on Zhao Ting'er's fingers, Zhao Ting'er struggled to pull his little hand back and raised his hand.
He used his pink fist to hit Han Qian on the head.
Hearing the sound of "Gulu!", Han Qian turned around and saw Mrs. Xi turning her face away. He seemed to be desperately trying to resist the temptation of delicious food, suppress the surging hunger, and seemed to be unable to withstand the intimacy between their master and maid.
Han Qian also picked up a piece of fermented tofu and handed it to her mouth: "You want to have a piece too, and I will feed you myself?"
Xi Rong glared at Han Qian sternly, unwilling to accept his teasing.
"I've poisoned this piece of tofu. If you eat it, you'll be dead." Han Qian said.
Xi Rong turned her head, thinking that she had fallen into the hands of this thief, was she still afraid of his teasing?
"Feed you food, but don't spit in my face, or I will strip you naked and tie you up in the yard tomorrow." Han Qian threatened.
Xi Rong wanted to spit directly on Han Qian's face, but when she saw Han Qian handing over the Yong Tau Fu, she couldn't bear the hunger and was afraid that the devil would do something dirty like stripping herself naked in public.
I took a bite of the whole piece of Yong Tau Foo and swallowed it without wanting to taste anything.
"What a waste of good food, I won't let you eat it!" Han Qian muttered dissatisfiedly, and he and Zhao Ting'er sat on the firewood in front of the window. You and I divided the plate of Yong Tau Foo one by one.
While Han Qian was putting the plate back into the kitchen next door, Zhao Ting'er left the last piece of Yong Tofu and handed it to Mrs. Xi to feed her to quench her hunger.
"Feed her out of kindness, but be careful she bites you later." Han Qian walked in and said with a smile.
"You obviously don't want to kill her, so there must be someone who pretends to be nice to her, lest she stab you to death one day without anyone noticing." Zhao Ting'er curled her lips and said.
Seeing that the little maid next to Han Qian was hiding such thoughts, Xi Rong wanted to spit out the Yong Tau Foo she had swallowed. She didn't expect that the little maid next to the devil had such a dark mind.
"Who said I can't bear it anymore?"
Han Qian came over with a smile, lowered Mrs. Xi from the pillar, and asked her to sit in the corner. It was not that hard, but he did not dare to loosen the ropes that bound her hands and feet. He squatted in front of Mrs. Xi,
He lifted her chin up, took a closer look at her beautiful face, and asked Zhao Ting'er as if discussing,
"You said she has such a delicate skin and tender flesh. How much money can she earn for us in a month if she is sent to the Wanhong Building to pick up customers? No, no, there are too many beautiful girls in the Wanhong Building. If she is sent there directly to sell herself, it may not be enough.
A month or two of freshness can earn more money. After that, the gentlemen in Jinling City will get tired of the fun and won't pay high prices for picking up customers. We have to package her, for example, pretending that she is from Qianzhong.
The Yiman princess captured from the mountains, and the young masters in Jinling City who are desperately trying to get a taste of it, will definitely line up to put gold into my hands."
"Wouldn't it be a big deal if she hurt a distinguished guest in the capital?" Zhao Ting'er seemed to be innocently discussing this issue with Han Qian seriously.
"We package her as a barbarian princess. We only need to receive a customer once every three days, which is enough for us to make money," Han Qian said. "Do you remember that I have a strange medicine called Shigu Ruanxiang Powder, which only takes
If you feed her a little, her limbs will become so weak that she can't even pick up a kitchen knife. How could she hurt anyone?"
"Is there really such a medicine?" Seeing Han Qian's seriousness, Zhao Ting'er couldn't help but asked curiously.
Han Qian rolled his eyes at Zhao Ting'er and complained: "How can you be so good at singing double recitals? If this medicine had been available, I would have become a surgeon long ago..."
Since "Epidemic Shuishui", Han Qian has paid great attention to ancient prescriptions that have been proven to be effective or extremely famous by later generations, such as Artemisia annua and Ma Fei San. Artemisia annua has been proven to be very effective by later generations, and Ma Fei San
Just a legend.
Han Qian thought to himself that if he really wanted to make an anesthetic in this world, he didn't know how much evil he could accumulate.
From the moment she saw Han Qian brutally murdering the imperial official Ji Kun in public without any scruples, Xi Rong was afraid of what this crazy man would do to her, so she stopped struggling all the way and made actions that would irritate others. She even thought that he really wanted to kill him.
If you kill yourself, you will be done with everything.
Hearing what Han Qian said, Xi Rong couldn't tell the truth from the false, and was so anxious that she almost fainted. Now when she saw the two masters and maids singing and harmonizing, they were just teasing themselves, and she almost fainted from anger.
Han Qian saw that it was getting late, so he stopped teasing Mrs. Xi and tied her back to the pillar.
Back in the room, Han Qian ordered Zhao Ting'er: "Tomorrow, tell Gao Shao and the others that Mrs. Xi will find a room in the east courtyard to be imprisoned. From now on, she will be left to me to starve first, and no one is allowed to give her food...
"
"Are you really willing to starve her to death?" Zhao Ting'er muttered dissatisfied.
Han Qian reached out and tapped Zhao Ting'er on the head, but as for the Stockholm effect and how to establish psychological dependence, he felt that there was no need to explain it to this girl yet...
