Chapter 178 Downhill

In the room, the dilapidated small stove was burning quietly. Zhu Xing lay weakly. Although he was covered with thick bedding, he still felt a little cold.

I feel a little dizzy and hungry, but when I think of the greasy fresh soup, I can't help but feel sick to my stomach.

Suddenly, a fragrance that had never been seen before penetrated into the heart and spleen. Before long, I saw the people of the Central Plains, who were always smiling and brought back by the patriarch, came in with a somewhat broken bowl.

"How's it going? Is your body still uncomfortable?"

The voice was very gentle. Zhu Xing nodded slightly. The latter put the porcelain bowl in his hand on the desk at the head of the bed and carefully picked her up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Maybe she was too weak. Even if she sat up with the help of Yang Yanzhao, she felt dizzy and coughed violently.

Seeing Zhu Xing like this, Yang Yanzhao quickly folded up the clothes on one side and put them behind her, which made the little girl a little more comfortable.

"Come on, eat something. I made it for you myself."

Without chopsticks, Yang Yanzhao cut two smooth, one-inch-long thin wooden sticks with a knife, which can just be used as chopsticks.

The bacon was cut into slices, ordered some oil, and added a few petals of Ganoderma lucidum. The aroma was fragrant, but it also lacked the greasy taste.

Soon, the night's bacon soup was eaten by Zhu Xing. The little girl's face seemed to have an unfinished look. Obviously, she enjoyed the bacon she had never eaten.

He and Zhu Xing casually pulled some family matters, which was also to relieve her boredom. Later, he gently held her and continued to lie down. After entering his sleep, Yang Yanzhao quietly left.

Outside the house, the grandmother was leaning against the door. When she saw Yang Yanzhao coming out, she saw that the bowl in his hand was empty, and her wrinkled face swept away with worry and a happy smile.

After washing the bowl in the urn with water next to the wooden house, Yang Yanzhao and his grandmother smiled and turned around and looked to the right side of the stockade. At this moment, the Luo girl was there, and it was time for her to go and have a look.

He walked over, but saw Zhu Li walking back with some frustration. Seeing Yang Yanzhao, he seemed to see the savior and hurriedly strode forward, "Lord Yang, you are here. Help me figure it out quickly."

The relationship over the past few days has made Zhu Li's Central Plains dialect much better. At least, it will no longer be ambiguous, especially the simple sentences will become more and more fluent.

"What's the matter, brother Zhu?"

Seeing Yang Yanzhao standing still, Zhu Li hurriedly said, "My sister and the people have no appetite and can't eat anything."

A sister and others are all in a serious illness. Although they have just recovered, they should be the same as Zhu Xing in their mouths and can't eat greasy things. In addition to steamed barbecue, there is no other delicious food in Zhujiazhai. Even in Xinghua City at the foot of the mountain, I'm afraid it can't bring out the flavor of the Central Plains.

"Does Miss Luo know about this?"

It should not be difficult for a Roche girl to make some Middle-earth dishes. She is just a three-legged cat, and there must be a big gap with her.

Shaking his head, Zhu Li whispered, "Miss Luo and Miss Lin have been working for the people in the village all day long. They are very tired. My father told them not to bother them any more about these little things."

To be said, it is really hard to boil medicine every day and check the patient. In this case, it can only be done by him. Thinking of this, Yang Yanzhao can't help but think of the ten catties of pickled meat in front of Zhu Xing's house, so he led Zhu Li back.

With the help of several Zhujiazhai people, half a pot of bacon ganoderma soup came out of the pot again. Asking the seductive thought, even Zhu Li couldn't help swallowing.

After Zhu Li led people to carry the soup away with a urn, the rest of the people looked at the small piece of bacon, pressed down the yearning in their eyes, and then hurried back to the room, took out the prey game that had not yet been eaten, learned from Yang Yanzhao's previous appearance, and began to marinate it.

Sure enough, the fragrance of bacon has aroused the appetite of my sister and others. Even Xu Shaoyang couldn't help tasting it, and then praised, "Little brother always has some strange methods. No wonder the master and uncle often praise you."

As soon as it came out, the preserved meat was launched in Zhujiazhai. After all, everyone smelled the aroma, but they could not compete with the patients to eat. They all began to marinate the prey at home. For a moment, the preserved meat wrapped in salt hung in front of the door.

However, it always takes some time to dry the pickled meat. Fortunately, with Lin Mo Niang, Yang Yanzhao can also get out of the kitchen, but the dishes in southern Fujian really don't taste good. He couldn't help thinking about it and took the recipe.

Mushroom stew, stir-fried meat, steamed meat...

With the completion of a dish, the fragrance has already overflowed the whole Zhujiazhai. Even Zhu Rong couldn't help sniffing his nose and could only look sad and look at Lin Mo Niang secretly.

When the latter smiled and brought out the other prepared dishes, the master with profound cultivation couldn't help smiling and eating was very enjoyable.

In this way, a few days later, the smallpox of A sister and others has recovered, and there is no big problem, and Zhu Xing can also go out of the house and walk around, and everything in Zhujiazhai has begun to return to the past.

He raised his head and looked out of the window at the sister holding Zhu Xingdao outside the house basking in the sun. The other villagers were quiet and orderly busy, and everything in front of them was so leisurely.

After a long time of comfort, Yang Yanzhao is about to forget his mission to come to southern Fujian.

It's time to go back and clean up those messes.

Thinking about it, Yang Yanzhao asked Luo's daughter to pack up her things. Now there is no crisis in Zhujiazhai, and the latter also wants to go back to Xinghua City. After all, he is still a little worried about the eight sisters.

However, when Lin Mo Niang heard Luo's girl call for her to pack her clothes, there was a look of hesitation on her face. For a long time, she put down her hand with her clothes down, as if she had made some decision.

"Sister Luo, Mo Niang wants to stay."

The Luo girl, who was tidying up her clothes, stopped, was a little surprised, and turned around and said, "Mo Niang, do you mean to stay in Zhujiazhai?"

Nodding, Lin Mo Niang said seriously, "Sister Luo, it is inconvenient for Mo Niang to follow Lord Yang, and Zhu Xing still needs someone to take care of her. If Mo Niang stays, she can also do what she can to realize her ambition in her childhood."

Hearing this, Luo's daughter had no choice but to stop talking. Later, she told Yang Yanzhao about this matter. The latter was also silent, but Xu Shaoyang on one side smiled. "Little brother, don't worry. The mountains here are green and the scenery is also planning to live for a while."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao said doubtfully, "Brother Shaoyang is afraid of the recurrence of 'Mahua'?"

Xu Shaoyang smiled and said nothing. Most of the time it was the same. It's good to have him stay and observe for a while. The matter of crossing Goryeo will wait until he settles the officialdom in southern Fujian.

After noon, after lunch, Yang Yanzhao and Zhu Yan expressed their intention to leave. As soon as they spoke, Zhu Li was surprised and said, "Lord Yang, are you leaving?"

After getting along with each other for a few days, Zhu Li's attitude towards him has changed greatly. He had a initial resentment, but now he is extremely convinced, so that he was surprised to hear Yang Yanzhao say that he was leaving, as if he had never thought that this would happen.

staring at Zhu Li, Zhu Yan slowly nodded and held the wine bowl in his hand. "Lord Yang is on official business. I don't think he can stay in Zhujiazhai for a long time. This glass of wine, one is to apologize for the previous offense, and the other is to be grateful to Lord Yang. I hope you can come to Zhujiazhai for a few days when you have free time in the future."

"Ha ha, I wish the patriarch to talk about it. It can be said that we don't know each other. How can Yang Jing have resentment in his heart?"

There is a meaning of pulling in. Yang Yanzhao no longer mentioned the word 'I'. He said that he drank all the wine in the bowl, wiped the wine stains on his mouth, and continued with a smile, "Besides, Zhujiazhai is in a good mountain scenery. Even if the patriarch Zhu doesn't say it, he will talk about it in the future. I just don't want to think that Yang Jing is noisy and clean."

"How come, Lord Yang is the lucky star of my Zhujiazhai, but I hope that my lord can live in the village."

Zhu Li's gunshots attracted a burst of laughter. After laughing, Yang Yanzhao was a little embarrassed and sighed, "Zhu patriarch, Yang Jing came with the emperor's order to be responsible for the tax supervision in southern Fujian. It's just that the situation is deep and turbid at the moment, and I am weak. If there is any request in the future, please ask for a little help."

"This is natural."

Without hesitation, Zhu Yan nodded and served as a patriarch for decades. How could he not understand the meaning of this sentence, but he still did not shirk it at all. This made Yang Yanzhao a little moved. The kindness of dripping water and Yongquan reciproclaimed each other. This kind of true temperament has not been met for a long time.

After lunch, because Xu Shaoyang and Lin Mo Niang stayed, only Yang Yanzhao and Luo's daughter left. The previous horse was still there, and the hair on his body was much brighter. Obviously, he ate and drank a lot these days.

On the horse's back, he dragged all kinds of wild animals. This was because he knew that he was leaving, and the villagers took them from their homes. If it hadn't been for many times, I'm afraid that several horses would not be able to pull away those gifts that were about to pile up.

"My fellow villagers, Yang Jing has left. There will be something difficult in the future. Although you go to Xinghua City to find me, you will definitely help."

He arched his hand with the surrounding Zhujiazhai people. Yang Jing said sincerely. Although most people couldn't understand, there were also people around him who explained. For a moment, they expressed their gratitude.

Feeling a lot of true feelings, Yang Yanzhao arched his hand with a smile again. He walked through the crowd and walked to Zhu Xing, who was supported by his sister. "Little girl, you are very brave. If you are in good health in the future, come to Xinghua City. My brother will take you around the lively market."

After saying that, she turned to her sister, who was still a little pale. She couldn't help but think of the thin figure that she resolutely walked out that day, so she smiled and said, "Senior, you should also take good care of your illness. In the future, come with Xing Nizi, Xinghua City will let you play."

After saying that, Yang Yanzhao said goodbye to Xu Shaoyang and Lin Mo Niang beside him, took the reins of Luo's daughter, arched his hand to Zhu Rong and his son, and strode down the mountain.