I only greeted Tan out of politeness when she came in, and my eyes never went to Tan's side again.
Yang Ruoqing naturally focused on Lao Yangtou.
Judging from the old man's body language, he probably wanted to join the conversation between Old Sun Tou and Old Jiang Tou.
Because Mrs. Tan suddenly passed in front of him, he raised his head suddenly, just in time to see Mrs. Tan's tense side face.
When walking around, the arms that swing up deliberately leave behind a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.
The corner of the old man's mouth suddenly twitched, and he quickly lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at Mrs. Tan, nor leaning towards Lao Suntou and Lao Jiangtou. He sat in the wheelchair as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, not daring to move.
Yang Ruoqing quickly averted her eyes and quickened her pace to the backyard.
She was afraid that she would laugh out loud if she didn't walk faster.
The milk is like an old hen with its tail spread wide. It comes prepared, but it goes to tease Grandpa's old rooster casually.
The old rooster seemed to be panicking, but after the old hen sat down on the stool, she proudly raised her hands to smooth her hair, and raised the corner of her mouth with a confident arc.
Oh my god, Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the time she heard her fourth aunt Liu chewing her grandpa's milk when she was young. She seemed to have mentioned that her grandpa at that time was tall and talented, and many girls wanted to marry him.
In the end, she married Nai, who was not very outstanding at the time. It is said that Nai had some tricks and suddenly stood out among the women and captured my heart and even caught his eye.
The old married couple who have been raising children all their lives have long thrown away the little tricks they had in the past. They are all their own anyway.
Now, is Nai planning to return to the world and unleash her charm once again to kill me under her bloomers?
So looking forward to it!
In the kitchen, Mrs. Sun was busy all alone, Yang Ruoqing quickly put on her apron and came over to help.
"Qing'er, don't move, I'm afraid I'll tire you."
"How can such a small job be tiring? I like cooking!"
Mrs. Sun killed a chicken and divided it into two parts. She planned to braise half with potatoes and stew the other half with wild mushrooms.
A big black fish weighing nearly three kilograms is going to be used to make pickled fish. There are washed soybean sprouts in the bamboo basket next to it. Sun’s own soybean sprouts!
Then there were a few other stir-fried dishes, and finally fried peanuts to go with the wine.
When the dinner was halfway through, Mrs. Liu arrived, "Oh no, I'm late. Qing'er went to rest while I came to help your mother cook."
Yang Ruoqing stepped aside and said to Mrs. Liu, "My fourth uncle said he wanted to take a bath first and come back later with some food."
Mrs. Liu waved her hand: "It's up to you, I'll tell you in advance. I just came from Zhengjiacun, and Yongqing and Zheng Xiuzhi have already agreed to meet!"
…
When dinner was about to start, Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing really walked in the door on time together.
At this time, Mrs. Liu had just brought the pickled fish stewed in the iron pot to the table. There was also a circle of cornmeal cakes stuck to the edge of the pot. It was golden and fragrant, and it was tempting to look at it.
Yang Huazhong opened the wine jar, looked around, and greeted loudly: "Everyone is here, let's start eating. Let's discuss things after dinner!"
Inside Qishan Pass.
Zheng Xiong fell into a deep sleep.
By the time he woke up, it was already mid-afternoon.
He opened his eyes, looked at the setting sun outside, and let out a long breath.
It's better to be on land.
Keep your feet on the ground and won't waver.
"Clan Chief, Patriarch, you're awake!"
At this time, the man who pushed in the door had a familiar face.
"Fan Shiba, you don't have eyes? I'm already sitting here, how can I not wake up?" Zheng Xiong's eyes suddenly widened and he gritted his teeth.
"Clan leader, why are you so angry?"
"Can't I not be angry? You are such an old man. You have to speak ahead of your head and see clearly with your eyes. Otherwise, if you go to the battlefield and you cannot see clearly, you may delay the fight and even lose your life. , can this be a trivial matter?"
Under Zheng Xiong's stern tone, Fan Shiba lowered his head in shame. He reached out and scratched his hair, raised his head and said, "Chief, I know I was wrong. I will correct my frizzy problem in the future."
"It's very important to make improvements if you recognize your mistakes. We can no longer have the habits in the village. Everything must follow the habits of the Thunder Legion in Qishan Pass."
Zheng Xiong looked serious and said, after all, he is a man who has read books, not a rough guy who can't read a word.
According to the rules passed down by the Tengjia Army, once preparations for war begin, everything must be done in accordance with military regulations, and there will no longer be freedom.
The biggest reason why the Tengjia Army has amazing combat effectiveness is that it has the strictest discipline, which is even stricter than the Thunder Legion under Marshal Yue.
"Chief, we have been divided into a separate area. The barracks here are all independent. Marshal Yue means that except for material distribution and war arrangements, he will not interfere with daily training, etc." Fan Shi Ba said seriously.
"When did Marshal Yue say that?" Zheng Xiong said in a daze.
"Just in the morning, Marshal Yue asked me to convey these things to you when he saw that you were sleeping too deeply. He had other things to be busy with, so he left." Fan Shiba said.
"What do you want to tell Marshal Yue? Tell him everything. Don't hide anything." Zheng Xiong said sternly.
Then, Fan Shiba repeated what Yue Leiting said bit by bit.
Not to mention, Fan Shiba is very good at memory. He accurately reproduced all the details Yue Leiting said.
"There is no need to repeat the sound of Marshal Yue coughing." Zheng Xiong frowned.
"I see."
Fan Shiba nodded hurriedly.
"You mean, the military competition will start in three days?"
Zheng Xiong extracted an important piece of information from Marshal Yue's explanation.
"Yes, that's what Marshal Yue said. Everyone in Qishanguan can participate. It's not even limited to soldiers. All the people and merchants in Qishanguan can participate." Fan Shiba said.
"There are more than a million people in Qishang Pass. In such a large city, holding such a big competition is not just a matter for the Thunder Legion. I think it has become a festival belonging to Qishang Pass."
Zheng Xiong thought for a while and said.
"The patriarch is indeed a person who has read books. That is different. He can even guess this. It is amazing..."
Fan Shiba was full of compliments, but he didn't have much in his stomach. He couldn't think of any good words, so he could only repeat the words "awesome, awesome, awesome" over and over again.
"Gugu..."
Just as Fan Shiba was speaking, Zheng Xiong's stomach made a sound.
"Stop talking, take me to the canteen quickly. I want to have a big meal." Zheng Xiong waved his hand.
"Clan leader, the canteen is not open," Fan Shiba said.
"You're not smart enough to let them go now without firing. What are you waiting for?"
Zheng Xiong stood up and walked outside.
