Xianjin thought Qiao Hui would leave the next day, but he stayed comfortably for seven or eight days.
He got together with Zhou Ergou, Zheng Da and Zheng Er, took off his clothes and went for a morning run in the morning, and taught these guys how to practice stone locks and lifting poles. In two days, Zhou Ergou and Zheng Da and Zheng Er called them "Brother Qiao", "Big Brother" and "Boss" in a sweet voice.
Xianjin:...
Big, your sister’s big.
Qiao Hui is the same age as her, two years younger than Zhou Ergou!
It was a rare sunny day, so Qiao Hui arranged to take Zhou Ergou to the mountain to chop firewood and to the river to look for stones. He carried several loads of yellow mud to the courtyard, mixed it with cement, laid bricks and tiles, and piled up stone slabs. He built kangs in the main courtyard, the east wing, and the west wing.
"...You have good feng shui. There is a river in front of you and a mountain behind you. You face south and the wind and snow in winter will blow in. If you don't build a stove to keep warm, you won't freeze to death when the twelfth lunar month comes."
In late autumn, even when the sky is clear, white air can be seen even when we talk.
Qiao Hui led the men to do the work. She was wearing short and thin clothes. She looked around the courtyard with disdain, "...The fence is so high, the bed is so low, and the wall is so thin. It's like playing house. It's fine in spring, autumn, and summer. It's almost 1929. Aren't you cold?"
Gold never feels cold. Do Eight-Section Brocade every day and you will have trained your body well. You don’t even need a heater in winter, you will be the sun yourself.
Chen Fu, the ill-fated old man, was wrapped up like a dumpling, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his hands, limping under the eaves. When he came out, he saw three or four strong men carrying sandbags in one hand and holding shovels in the other.
"Cold! It's much colder here than in the city! We need to add a kang!" Chen Fu rubbed his hands and raised his voice to Qiao Hui, "Master Qiao, thank you!"
He lowered his voice and leaned closer to his daughter, "Young Master Qiao is not going to take the imperial examination anymore, and has changed his career to become a bricklayer?"
Xianjin:?
"He is now working for the most powerful nobleman in the court, and it won't be a problem for him to be promoted in the future." Xianjin added, "Prefect Xiong told me."
Chen Fu smacked his lips, "Then come over here and lay bricks and tiles?"
Xian Jin disagreed, "We are friends."
Chen Fu raised his eyes with an indescribable look, and looked at Xianjin as if he was a fool.
"What I mean is, the capital treats friends like this? Those dukes, marquises, earls and viscounts go to their 'friends' houses to help plow the fields for no reason?" Chen Fu was incredulous.
Xianjin frowned: "Maybe this is the custom of the capital city, to be willing to make sacrifices like this?"
Chen Fu:...
It's not that he's in love and would do anything.
It's really a bit suspicious.
Chen Fu dog poked his head out stealthily, looking at Qiao Hui's tall and long body, broad shoulders and narrow waist, straight and thin back, then looking at his handsome face, with sharp features but a casual and peaceful expression, which always gave him a relaxed and at ease look.
very good.
He was very satisfied.
If you can get this son-in-law, he will be the most handsome father-in-law in Xuancheng, oh no, in Nanzhili!
Chen Fu thanked him loudly again, "Add meat for lunch! I'll go buy a roasted leg of lamb!"
Qiao Hui stood up and waved his hand to show that he heard him.
Chen Fu sighed, "Mr. Qiao is such a good man. I really have nothing to repay him with, so I can only give him my daughter as a token of my gratitude."
Xianjin:?
Promise you a head.
Xianjin emphasized, "We are close friends!"
Chen Fu was extremely perfunctory: “Yeah, yeah, yeah, close friends, close friends who only make your heart beat.”
After Chen Fu finished speaking, he winked at Xianjin.
Xianjin rolled his eyes: Taking anything will only harm you!
...
At lunch, Chen Fu got a whole roasted leg of lamb from somewhere. He used a knife to cut a large piece of charred lamb and handed it to Qiao Hui with the skin and meat intact.
Qiao Hui thanked Chen Fu and looked up to see Chen Fu staring at him intently.
Looks like he's looking forward to it.
Chen Fu urged: "Eat quickly! The Li family at the head of the village raises sheep. The mutton soup is delicious and the roasted lamb legs are delicious. Come and try them!"
Qiao Hui took a big bite.
Xianjin's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this guy!
It was like playing the role of the Chinese Cooking Master Boy! His eyes were shining! There was a colorful halo on his back! The whole person seemed to be lifted to the sky by this lamb leg with skin and meat!
"It's the spices from the Western Regions! It's the smell of spices from the Western Regions!"
Qiao Hui narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of pretentious aftertaste, he looked at Chen Fu with admiration, "Amazing! Third Master, this is absolutely amazing! It tastes so fragrant and fresh! This sheep is also very well raised, there is no smell of mutton at all, you can only eat the delicate meat, tender taste and unprecedented taste!"
Qiao Hui slammed his hands on the table and shouted, "Great!"
Xianjin was stunned.
If you don’t know, you might think that the lamb was roasted in a stalemate.
wrong.
If you don’t know, you might think that this sheep was raised by Chen Fu.
No, no.
If you don't know, you might think this sheep is transformed from Chen Fu...
Chen Fu received such high praise, and instantly looked like a confidant in the world, and shouted, "Really? Really! It's amazing!"
Like a victorious general, Chen Fu stood up and greeted everyone happily, "Eat, eat, eat! Eat!"
Xianjin hadn't come out of mourning yet, so he could only watch as everyone rushed over to grab all the mutton. Xianjin secretly asked Suo'er, "Is it really delicious?"
Suo'er's mouth was full of oil. He turned his head and nodded, "Delicious, delicious!"
Xianjin suddenly felt relieved and looked at Qiao Hui again.
The tall man was sitting casually on a few stools, with a calm expression and naturally lowered eyes. He was eating peanuts one by one with his right hand - he didn't touch the roasted lamb leg at all.
Xianjin couldn't help but be stunned.
If it's so delicious, why don't you eat it?
At night, Xianjin went to the east wing - she had written a first draft of her miscellaneous article on farming and business, and was ready to ask Qiao Hui to take a look at it and make some corrections.
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