In addition to the main courtyard, the east courtyard also has two east and west courtyards adjacent to the main courtyard. The lunch meals have been prepared in the dining room of the west courtyard.
A plate of green vegetables, a plate of sliced bacon, a large bowl of chicken stewed with mountain mushrooms, a bowl of braised grass carp cubes, and a small wooden bucket filled with half a bucket of white rice were placed on the Eight Immortals table by the window. Not to mention the delicacies of mountains and seas.
, but it is a delicacy that ordinary people cannot enjoy.
In the past two or three days, Han Qian had not had a good meal, and he had been riding for a long time. At this time, he was very hungry. When he sat down, he felt the fragrance and appetite, but he was worried that Yao Xishui, a little bitch, would not give up.
, through Nei Ying's actions in these meals, his eyes were fixed on the table of delicious food, and he did not dare to act rashly.
Seeing Fan Dahei clumsily filling a bowl of rice and handing it over, Han Qian reached out to take it, took a few pieces of bacon with transparent fat, a few pieces of braised fish, a few pieces of stewed chicken and two vegetables with chopsticks and pressed them into the rice bowl.
, then put the rice bowl aside, pointed to the other food left on the table, and said to Fan Dahei: "I'm not too hungry, these are enough for me; you can eat the rest first!"
Fan Dahei was at a loss what to do, but he also had a rough temper and could not resist the temptation of the delicious food in front of him. He said in a loud voice: "If my father asks me about it later, Dahei will say that the young master forced me to eat these!"
"You have to wait for me to ride a horse this afternoon. Are you afraid that your father will break your legs after eating this meal?" Han Qian urged impatiently.
At this time, Han Qian glanced out the window and saw Fan Wucheng following Qingyun into the West Cross Courtyard, untying the purple-maned horse from the peach tree with a dark face, as if he was unhappy.
Han Qian frowned slightly, thinking that even if this guy didn't collude with Yao Xishui, he would still find an opportunity to deal with it in the future.
Fan Dahei quickly poured half of the wooden bucket and vegetables into his stomach. Apart from a look of satisfaction, Han Qian quickly finished the reserved bowl of food.
At this time, Fan Xicheng followed Qingyun in with a dark face. When he saw Fan Dahei sitting opposite Han Qian, he glared and said: "You ungrateful idiot who doesn't understand any rules - go to the North Courtyard and clean up."
Go to the stables!"
Fan Dahei was afraid of his adoptive father Fan Xicheng, so he was scolded and ran back to the North Courtyard without waiting for Han Qian to say anything. Qingyun also stuck out his tongue, packed up the dishes and went out.
Han Qian did not say anything, but returned to the study, and went to the martial arts training ground in the afternoon. He did not see Fan Dahei, but saw another soldier in the villa, Zhao Kuo, walking over with a purple-maned horse and said: "
Dahei asked Mr. Fan to send him out to do some work, and asked me to serve the young master on the horse!"
Han Qian was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.
During lunch, he made it clear to Fan Dahei that he wanted him to serve on the horseback in the afternoon, but Fan Xicheng, an old man, deliberately sent him out to do errands!
Does Fan Xicheng, an old man, want to show that he is the talker in this villa?
Han Qian had a gloomy face, turned over and mounted his purple-maned horse, trotting around the villa; Zhao Kuo glanced at Han Qian and was slightly startled when he saw that the young master was not furious.
Han Qian was sent to the villa to be confined for more than a month. He was served delicious food and drinks, and there was no wine and sex to empty his body, so his complexion somewhat recovered.
He had felt weak when riding the horse in the morning, and it was still the sequelae of poisoning and not eating well for several days. Now he got on the horse and felt much more relaxed.
At this time, Han Qian was no longer satisfied with circling the farm, but instead rode his horse down the stream, ran to the other side of the stream, and started trotting around the farm.
The muddy path outside the villa is too narrow, and the purple-maned horse is quite impressive, but it can't run.
The farmland on the west bank of the stream covers more than 300 acres, covering four or five miles in a circle.
The dirt road between elms and willows is relatively wide, and there are no houses with earthen walls to block it. The purple-maned horse can spread its hooves and run happily. If it weren't for the fear that Fan Xicheng would jump out to control him, Han Qian would even want to ride to the lake below.
Take a walk on the beach.
After jogging three or four times around Zhuangtian, Han Qian was sweating profusely. He stopped by the stream to rest. Perhaps his mentality suddenly reversed. He didn't feel hard at all, but felt invigorated.
Fan Xicheng probably got the tip from someone. At this time, he rushed to the mountain stream and saw that Han Qian did not have any trouble, so he stood on the other side without saying anything. The setting sun fell on his dark and thin face, and he looked at it with a smile.
It's like being covered with a layer of elm bark, and I don't know what he is thinking.
"Young master, please take it easy. If you fall somewhere, there is nothing Lao Zhao can do to explain to the master!" Zhao Kuo ran over sweating profusely. Han Qian rode the purple-maned horse to speed up, but there was nothing he could do.
Follow up.
Han Qian ignored the usually inconspicuous family soldier Zhao Kuo, suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, and calmly said to Fan Xicheng on the east bank of the stream:
"Fan Dahei has good foot strength. From now on, he will serve me on horseback. He will also dine with me in the east courtyard in the morning and evening. Mr. Fan, please instruct the chef to prepare the meals in the east courtyard according to Fan Dahei's appetite. Don't let people think that
I will treat others badly..."
"..." Fan Xicheng didn't say yes or no, he just told the old and thin soldier who was dripping with sweat, and said, "Zhao Kuo, don't let the purple-maned horse run around again and throw the young master.
You and I can only risk our lives to thank our master for his kindness."
Old bastard, the stones in the toilet are so smelly and hard!
Han Qian cursed bitterly in his heart, and turned over and got on the horse again, but this time Zhao Kuo held on to the reins tightly, making Han Qian scold him and whipped him twice without letting go.
Zhao Kuo is in his forties, looks thin, and his yellow face is full of weathered color, like the skin of a rock that has been weathered for thousands of years.
His arm holding the reins was as thin as a dead tree branch, but it was like welding with cast iron, holding on to the extremely strong purple-maned horse, making it difficult for the purple-maned horse to move.
In the past, when no slaves listened to him, Han Qian couldn't help but get angry and furious. But at this moment, he was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that Zhao Kuo, who was usually very inconspicuous, could have such great strength in his arms!
Seeing Zhao Kuo being whipped twice by him, he was so timid that he didn't dare to resist. He just held on to the rope and refused to let go. Han Qian thought that Zhao Kuo was usually such a coward and was bullied by other soldiers. He should be suspected.
Not big.
Otherwise, Yao Xishui and the people behind her would have worked too hard on him.
Zhao Kuo didn't let go, and Han Qian couldn't pick up the speed and trotted, thus losing the meaning of exercise, so he asked him to lead the horse to the back mountain with a steep terrain - the back mountain also belonged to the villa - and just look around.
Look at the scenery and mountains on the left and right.
Baohua Mountain is located between Jinling and Runzhou. Because Jinling was formerly known as Shengzhou, Baohua Mountain is also called Shengrun Mountain. It stretches for more than 200 miles in a chain on the south bank of the Yangtze River.
Compared with Baohua Mountain, Chishan Lake, which is only three or four miles away from the villa and is located at the southern foot of Baohua Mountain, is inconspicuous even though it is thirteen or four miles wide.
As the sun sets, twilight envelopes us like a lavender veil, and the mountains and forests in the distance appear to be full of dangers.
Han Qian did not dare to wander around outside at this time, so he rode his horse and walked down the mountain with Zhao Kuo leading him.
There was still some distance from Zhuangzi below, and two hunters, one old and one young, came rustling out of the forest.
The two men were wearing coarse linen clothes, with straw ropes tied around their waists, a sickle in their waists, and hemp shoes with exposed toes. They also each carried a hunting bow and a bamboo basket, and a quiver made of bamboo joints.
It's quite simple and looks familiar, he should be a tenant from nearby.
Two lowly tenants dared to run into the hills behind his house to poach wild animals. In the past, Han Qian would have whipped them with his horse whip. But at this moment, Han Qian sat on his horse in silence, looking at these two people.
The bamboo basket on the back of the person was filled with golden pheasants and other prey, and blood was leaking from the bottom of the bamboo basket.
Zhao Kuo glanced back at Han Qian and saw that Han Qian's face was gloomy. He didn't know what the young master was thinking, so he did his duty as a domestic soldier, turned around and shouted to the two young and old hunters in a deep voice: "Zhao
Old man, you and your son gained a lot from going into the mountains today!"
These two people probably didn't expect to bump into Han Qian and Zhao Kuo here, and were shocked.
After being stunned for a while, the older man reacted first, pulled the young man to his knees on the ground, removed the bamboo basket from behind, and said in a trembling voice: "We were just about to send these prey to the villa, but we didn't expect it to be here.
Meet the Young Master and Master Zhao!"
There was a look of defiance in the young man's eyes. He struggled to stand up, but was held down by the older man, who made him lie on the dirt.
"You and your son are very courageous. How many times has Mr. Fan told you that you are strictly prohibited from poaching on the mountain, but you have turned a deaf ear. Don't you know now that this mountain belongs to the Han family? If you hadn't called me and the young master by chance.
Lord, will you really send your prey to the villa?"
Zhao Kuo turned around and saw that Han Qian was still calm. The young master must not have planned to guard the father and son easily, so he held the saber at his waist and stared at the father and son in front of him fiercely.
"This time I have to take you to the county and punish you!"
Poachers and thieves are sent to the county government to be punished, and they will inevitably be beaten with a few sticks; and if they don't find someone to give money to intercede, they will be beaten with a few sticks, and even if they are not damaged, they will lose a few layers of skin.
After hearing what Zhao Kuo said, the elderly man suddenly turned pale. He kowtowed to the ground and begged for mercy. He accidentally knocked over the two bamboo baskets behind him, and all the prey inside rolled down. Except for a few golden pheasants, there were
There was also a goshawk that was shot through the abdomen with an arrow.
It is very common for hunters in the mountains to be able to shoot a few golden pheasants with a hunting bow, but to be able to shoot a soaring goshawk in the sky, their archery skills can be said to be quite amazing.
Han Qian has been idle in the past few years, but he still understands these simple principles. He never expected that there would be someone with such great archery skills among the mountains and fields.
Han Qian had been telling himself today to stay calm in everything, but he would not say anything for these two unrelated hunters. He would just watch Zhao Kuo deal with it. At this moment, a thought flashed in his mind.
At this time, Han Qian looked at the young man again. Even though he was forced to kneel on the ground by his father, his tense back still gave people the feeling of a beast about to pounce up and bite him, not to mention the hidden eyes.
His unruly look was really impressive.
Han Qian couldn't help but wonder, if the man in the dream, Zhai Xinping, was here, how would he make use of this young man with superb archery skills and untamed wildness?