Chapter 137: Recruitment
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When I was a child, every night when it fell,
it was a time for the family to reunite, and I would feel that the night was particularly peaceful.
Tonight, it seems that everyone feels that Dad is different. He
is very happy.
If I have to describe it, it is that he has a little more spirit.
It feels like my elder sister, who talks a lot.
During the meal,
Dad said a lot .
Some of it was irrelevant. He talked about the snacks made by my elder sister, saying that he had eaten several kinds when he was a child and he could try them.
He said that my mother's headdress was very beautiful and he could design it, and he was also very good at drawing.
He asked about my brother's studies and where he was studying recently, and said that my brother should also have a teacher. He
asked about my aunt's living habits. If there was anything she was not used to, she would say that we were all family.
Ask Mianmian later if she wants any other gifts, and Daddy will get them for her.
Daddy talks a lot, as if he is drunk.
But he is not drunk, as we all know.
Jiang Mianmian thinks that Daddy is in a very good mood, so he talks a lot. When he talks a lot, he is a bit like a boastful man, a bit like a boaster.
No one believes an ugly man's boasting, but when a very good-looking man brags, everyone around him wants to help him move the cow back.
I don't know what Daddy has done, it shouldn't be that he has made money, Daddy doesn't value money as much as Mom and the others do.
Could it be that the rebellion was successful? Achievements at work should also make people happy.
Rebellion is probably like a greedy snake, eating more and more pieces, and you should be happier and happier.
But Jiang Mianmian didn't understand this. Her life still revolved mainly around eating and drinking, and she secretly made some small improvements that would help her enjoy the convenience of life.
Dad is happy, and the whole family is very happy.
At night, Jiang Mianmian couldn't help but listen to her father and mother's bedside.
There was nothing inappropriate for children, but her mother asked: "What did your husband do last night, and why are you so happy today?"
Jiang Changtian didn't say anything, but just hugged his wife, hugged her tightly.
He thought, tonight, he can sleep well. He
won't wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and be in endless darkness.
How can a person take revenge on someone who has hurt you deeply.
He was full of hatred.
He wanted to kill people at any point he thought of.
When Yu Jie'er was little, she was greedy and drooled at the food Jiang Wan was eating. Jiang Wan put the food aside and the maid took it away. They wrongly accused Yu Jie'er of stealing the food. Xia Mei didn't understand why and beat Yu Jie'er.
Yu Jie'er cried heartbreakingly and hid alone. They thought Yu Jie'er was lost and went looking for her everywhere.
Xia Mei didn't believe that she would steal food. Xia Mei beat Yu Jie'er because she stared at Jiang Wan.
Whenever he thought about these things, he felt that one day he must live a very good life, unattainable, and let Yu Jie'er eat one portion and one portion.
He had endless resentment in his heart.
There was no place to vent it.
Last night, he just tried to let them feel the small step he had experienced. Seeing them wailing in pain, it seemed that his illness was better. It was
more satisfying than killing them directly.
It's easy to die, but it's not easy to live.
Why do they live high and mighty? He wants them to struggle and crawl in the mud for the rest of their lives. He
wants them to think they are sitting on a high platform, but fall down again and again.
He wants them to be full of hope and return disappointed again and again.
Jiang Changtian thought that he was sick, and his illness was serious, and they were his medicine.
Maybe one day, he would recover, and then they could die.
Jiang Mianmian yawned and fell asleep without waiting for her father's answer.
If she knew what her father was thinking, it was probably to solve psychological problems and require psychological output. It would be a pity to kill him directly.
The next day.
Early in the morning, the magpie was chirping.
Jiang Yu looked at the tree, thinking that roasted bird was really delicious.
Due to her aunt's covetous eyes, she did not dare to knock the bird down.
Now she doesn't climb the tree herself, and she can actually knock it down by hitting it with a stone.
When A Niang saw the magpie, she said, "There should be guests coming today."
Sure enough, when the family was having breakfast, Mr. Xi came, dusty and with a full beard.
Jiang Mianmian didn't recognize him at first.
She remembered that when she first saw him, his beard was trimmed very neatly, a standard six-shaped mustache.
Now his face is haggard, with many more wrinkles on his forehead and much deeper nasolabial lines.
He looks ten years older.
Compared to my father, my father looks ten years younger.
So scary.
When Xi Qichi saw Jiang Changtian, he was also stunned.
They both rebelled, why did Brother Changtian get younger?
He was running around day and night, and getting old quickly.
"Brother Yehang, you came here in a hurry for urgent business. Sit down quickly and eat something first. We can talk while we eat."
Weiqichi was about to refuse, thinking that he had filled his stomach on the way and had eaten dry food, but he looked at the table full of steamed buns made like flowers? White fine grains, clear soup noodles, green onions, long pastries? All kinds of food, a whole table, he had never seen before.
He still sat down shamelessly.
He washed his hands before the meal. He was a more particular person.
Weiqichi first took a sip of the noodle soup. The soup was clear and sweet. Then he picked up a chopstick of noodles. The noodles were chewy and had a noodle fragrance. He took another big sip of the soup and drank the green onions with the soup. It was a little spicy, but the soup was more fragrant.
He finished the bowl of noodles with three mouthfuls of noodles and three sips of soup.
His eyes were red.
When he went home to eat noodles, he thought of his mother.
"This noodle is very delicious. I wonder which chef Brother Changtian hired?" Xiqichi wiped the soup stains on his beard.
Jiang Mianmian: ...The rebellion career makes people sad. This uncle was so exquisite when he came last time.
Jiang Changtian smiled and said, "This is made by my daughter. There are no servants in the family. There is a female teacher who was recommended by General Zi. My sister Xia regards the teacher as her aunt. Aunt and niece are like one family."
Xiqichi noticed the woman in the corner.
He heard General Zi say this, but he didn't pay attention.
Now he looked at it and found that this person was old and ordinary in appearance, but his temperament was extraordinary.
He actually ignored her completely just now. How strange.
After eating a bowl of noodles, Xiqichi was not full.
When he was a scholar, he didn't eat much, but now he can eat a lot, especially after being hungry.
He drank another bowl of fine grain porridge with a small round steamed bun.
Jiang Changtian introduced: "This is a small steamed bun, named by my youngest daughter because it is steamed in a small steamer, with four in a steamer, and it is very delicate."
Seeing the long pastry he picked up, Jiang Changtian continued to introduce: "This is a fried dough stick, the whole piece is fried in oil, it is crispy and refreshing when it comes out, it becomes softer after a long time, but it is still very fragrant when chewed, and it tastes especially good when soaked in soup."
After breakfast,
Jiang Changtian handed him a pot of digestive tea, and the two sat under the tree to drink tea.
Jiang Mianmian successfully became a pendant in her father's arms, and listened to gossip obediently.
"If I didn't know that Ming County was well governed, and the refugees and scholars around came to you, I would have thought you had become a boss who exploited the villagers."
Qiqichi looked at the other party, who was dressed neatly, had long hair, a white face and white hands, and the child in his arms was even whiter. He lived a very carefree life, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Jiang Changtian said: "Brother Yehang, you have worked hard. Without you running around in the front, Changtian would not be able to feel at ease in the rear. However, Changtian would certainly not bother to exploit the villagers. I have struggled at the bottom, so I understand how hard life is. The people ask for very little. It is good enough if they can eat better and dress better. My life now has improved, and my family feels very happy."
"My sister Yu is thinking about delicious food all day long. She is also hungry."
Xiqichi nodded. That makes sense.
"Brother Yehang, what brought you all the way here this time?"
"Someone complained to General Zi, saying that you exploited the villagers and squandered money, but General Zi didn't believe it. This time I came here to tell you that the court offered amnesty, and General Zi meant that you should accept the amnesty first." Wuqichi took a sip of tea to help digestion after dinner. He accidentally ate too much just now and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He
felt weak from running around.
He looked at Brother Changtian with envy, without a single sweat.
Jiang Changtian was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Amnesty is good, but the climate this year is not good. We need to rest for a while. The rice seedlings have just been planted, and we can only harvest them in autumn."
Wuqichi patted his thigh. This is why he likes Brother Changtian.
When I told others about the surrender, they immediately raised all kinds of objections, asking what benefits and positions they could get from the surrender. Only Brother Changtian was thinking about General Zi and the people.
"General Zi said that the surrender is actually the same as before. Even if someone comes from the court, they dare not do anything. You just need to deal with it."
After giving instructions, Qiqi left the young master's gift for the little girl and hurried to the next place.
Before leaving, he was stuffed with a large bag of dry bread slices and a bag of powdered things.
He hurried to the forest at noon.
Xiqichi followed Brother Changtian's instructions, boiled water, and washed the powder. It turned into a bowl of red and green vegetable soup. It tasted like fresh vegetable soup, with a meaty taste. With dry steamed buns, it was fragrant and delicious.
Xiqichi sat on the dead wood under the tree and sighed. There are thousands of delicacies in the world, but none can compare to the soup Brother Jiang gave me.
I must tell Zi Shuai when I go back that Brother Jiang is a rare person and should be given more responsibilities. It's too easy for a Mingxian. Brother Jiang has gained weight and his face is so smooth...
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