Of course the whole family was overjoyed and extremely happy to hear the news.

After the general calmed down a little, he wrote down everything that had happened in a letter and sent it to Zhao Chengmo at full speed.

At this time, Zhao Chengmo was accompanying Gu Lingze to the blacksmith shop in the town to pick up the things that had been ordered before.

Looking at the mandarin duck copper pot in his hand, Gu Lingze couldn't help but sigh at the fine craftsmanship of this dynasty.

He originally thought that if it didn't work, he would just use two pots to season them separately, but he didn't expect it to be done so quickly and well.

The blacksmith saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, just turned it over and over again, thinking that he was not satisfied, so he asked: "Young man, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, please tell me, and I can make some changes."

Gu Lingze smiled and shook his head, "I'm not dissatisfied. It has exceeded my expectations."

After saying that, he took out the agreed price from his sleeve. The quality of the copper pot was very good and the business attitude was also good, so he added some tips.

The blacksmith took it with a smile and told them to let him know if they had anything else to do for him in the future.

Gu Lingze had already cooked the thick soup in the morning, and he took the pot home to start preparing the base. Zhao Chengmo was also busy nearby, having built a low stove as he requested yesterday, and was now using it to burn charcoal and start a fire.

After everything was ready, everyone sat at the table and watched the hot pot bubbling with thick soup, half of which was white, fresh and rich, and half of which was red, spicy and fragrant, which made everyone's appetite whetted.

At this time, it started snowing outside, thick and heavy, fluttering down like millions of jade scales falling from the sky, or like goose down butterfly wings dancing in the sky.

It is the time when the snow shines brightly on the bamboos in the cold window and the soup in the bamboo stove is boiling. Eating hot pot and looking at the snow in this weather is the ultimate enjoyment in life.

Uncle Xu took out the wine he had bought in advance. Because the wine was expensive, some families were reluctant to give wine to women and boys, but that would not happen here. Except for the three children, everyone was poured a glass.

But Gu Lingze refused. The last time he drank with Zhao Chengmo, it was dark and he didn't pay attention. He just felt that the taste of the wine in his mouth was light and strange.

Later, Gu Lingze finally understood why the ancients said "a cup of wine to express one's gratitude".

This wine is really turbid, with a bit of green in color, and tastes a bit like the rice wine I've drunk before.

Gu Lingze, who had seen many kinds of sauce-flavored liquor in the world, certainly would not drink this kind of liquid with microorganisms floating in it, so he politely declined Uncle Xu's kindness.

Everyone present will remember this happy snowy day. The family ate hot pot, drank wine, watched the snow, and had a great time with laughter.

Two days later, Zhao Chengmo received a letter from the General Zhenguo, and the reply he received confirmed Gu Lingze's previous guess.

"The most urgent thing is to let me treat him personally. The Jiuhuan Pill can only suppress it temporarily. Once the poison breaks out again, there will be no cure." Gu Lingze said as he looked at the contents of the letter.

Zhao Chengmo understood what he meant, but some things still made him hesitant.

"What else are you thinking about? Even though it concerns his life, you are still so indecisive?" Gu Lingze was a little confused.

"The general's surname is Gu." Zhao Chengmo said and then looked at him steadily.

"Same last name as mine? That's fate."

Gu Lingze did not think much about it. After all, as a first-rank general guarding the country, even if he had a concubine's son, it was impossible for him to live in a farm in the countryside thousands of miles away.