Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 338 I'll Eat It For You
The classmates had a drink and got drunk.

Everyone drank a lot that night, and the grievances and grievances of the past disappeared with a smile.

The hatred and relief between men come quickly, they are direct and intense, and the relationship is also very thorough. Once you say let go, it is really let go.

As for getting drunk, that's another story.

The Guozijian students cried and vomited, beat the ground and rolled, the dandies were in agony, opened the window and yelled hysterically at the desolate wilderness that I want women, I want Kabuki to entertain me, I want a row of brothel girls poking their backs to me...

Then everyone continued to drink, talking about their own pressure, their own depression, and then somehow, the two groups of people who were originally at odds hugged each other and cried.

Li Qinzai didn't take part in it, but just stood outside the door quietly watching his disciples get drunk and act like monsters, shaking his head in disgust.

This amount of alcohol, this wine quality, tsk!
Their beloved husband, when he was the poorest and single in his previous life, drank too much and at most just wanted to find a gentle girl in the hair washing room to pout, but this group of unbelievable disciples actually wanted a row...

It is really gratifying for Mr. to be so green out of blue.

The next day, the sun was high and the students were still sleeping soundly. They were so drunk last night that they all overslept. The younger students didn’t drink, but it seemed that the older ones were sleeping, and the younger ones were even more sleepy. He was so happy that he couldn't get out of bed, anyway, the sky fell and there was a tall man to support him.

Li Qinzai planned to work harder today and be a good gentleman, after all, he saw such a touching and warm scene yesterday.

However, these little bastards lost the chain for him today. Li Qinzai went around the school and decided not to go to class today.

Seeing that the autumn harvest is coming soon, Cui Jie has been very busy recently, busy with estimating the grain production of each household.

This year's severe drought has caused unsatisfactory harvests in Guanzhong, and Ganjingzhuang is no exception.

Even if the farmers are exempted from rent and tax, the remaining food is still difficult to support the family's livelihood. Recently, people in the village have been uneasy, and many farmers sighed and grimaced.

As the head of the house, Cui Jie is busy estimating the production, but at the same time, she also needs to calm people's hearts.

The landlords these days are not so cold-blooded. On the one hand, they are emperors, sages and ministers. The good political atmosphere has infected the common people, and the landlord's sense of morality is much stronger than that of the previous dynasty.

The word "morality" was not a derogatory term in ancient times. It could really restrain people's words and deeds and improve people's self-cultivation. It's just that after thousands of years, these two words were distorted by later generations, and the mention of morality is disgusting.

This is a very good era. Two classes that should have been sharply opposed, at this moment in the long river of history, there is an extremely rare warmth and relaxation.

On the other hand, the population of the Tang Dynasty was really small, and the farmers were valuable labor force for the development of production. In many cases, the landlords needed the help of the farmers.

In the period when the land was not occupied by a large number of dignitaries and landlords, the relationship between landlords and households was more like a kind of cooperation rather than an upper-lower attribute.

The basis of cooperation is naturally mutual respect and mutual help.

For example, in a disaster year, the landlord must take responsibility, do his best to help the households survive the natural disaster, and gain a good reputation in ten miles and eight villages, so that more households will help you cultivate the land in the coming year.

If any landlord takes advantage of the disaster year to make trouble for the farmer, pays a lot of rent and tax, and exploits the farmer, causing the family to be destroyed, then his reputation will be stigmatized on the street.

Farm households will be pried into corners by other landlords. Even if they sue the government, the officials will look down on him very much, and the case will definitely be lost.

In order to cope with the disaster year, after Li Qinzai returned from Bingzhou, he began to buy grain and hoard it in Zhuangzi's granary, in order to help the farmers cope with this year's disaster.

Cui Jie went door-to-door to comfort people's hearts, vowing to tell the farmers that this year will definitely pass, and even dragged the farmers to Li's granary to let them see for themselves the warehouse full of grain.

The men in Guanzhong have strong self-esteem and don't want to be handed out. Cui Jie told them that it doesn't matter in a bad year, and food is not a handout.

After the autumn harvest this year, the Li family will wantonly dig canals and reservoirs. If the farmers do not want to be given alms, they will work for the Li family after the autumn harvest, digging canals and repairing storage, and use their working hours to earn food.

Only then did the farmers turn their worries into joy. Both the master and the farmers were happy, and people's hearts finally stabilized.

With the help of a good wife, Li Qinzai was naturally much more relaxed, so he became salty again.

Autumn is cool and crisp, suitable for cooking.

People in Guanzhong are used to eating pasta, but most of them are hard food such as Hubingguokui, which hurts teeth and is difficult to digest.

Qiao'er was about to lose his teeth, so Li Qinzai planned to get some soft pasta.

Having already missed his childhood, Li Qinzai hopes that he will not miss every stage of Qiao'er's life in the future.

It is hard not to leave regrets in life, and Qiao'er's childhood is Li Qinzai's eternal regret.

Knead dough, ferment, elongate, flatten, and cut into noodles.

Boil for a while, put it in a bowl, spread a spoonful of minced boiled pork meat on top of the noodles, pour the last spoonful of hot oil on it, and there is a sound of stinging, and the kitchen is immediately fragrant, and a white mist curls up And up.

A bowl of Tang Dynasty oil-splashed noodles is all you need.

Kano Sanliang, who was standing cautiously behind him, couldn't help sniffling.

Mix the noodles and minced meat with chopsticks, smell it closely, um, it smells delicious, but there still seems to be something missing, and I turned my head inadvertently, and saw Luye Zanliang's eyes drooping, his nose slightly open, like a blind bird Disabled dog with one eye is finding food by smell...

"Is it fragrant?" Li Qinzai asked suddenly.

Lu Ye Zanliang was startled, he hurriedly looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and his mind was distracted.

"I don't know." Luye Zanliang bowed his head.

"Tsk, what is this saying? Say it smells good if it smells good, and say it doesn't smell good if it doesn't smell good. If I make a mistake, I will beat you to death? Do I look like such a cruel person?"

Kano Sanliang nodded without hesitation: "Like!"

Immediately, he realized that he seemed to have answered the wrong question, and hurriedly changed his words: "Xiang!"

Then he forced an explanation in fear: "The Guanzhong dialect of the slave has a foreign accent, just now it said 'fragrant', not 'like'..."

Li Qinzai sneered, what a foreign accent, the domineering CEO never listens to explanations, woman, you managed to arouse my anger.

He turned his head and shouted outside the kitchen: "Come here, drag her out and beat her to death!"

Luye Zanliang's complexion changed drastically, did he agree to kill him?

Then Li Qinzai suddenly smiled: "Okay, to scare you, Mikami... well, you are so hot and loving, how could I beat you to death."

Luye Zanliang had tears in her beautiful eyes, and pursed her lips in aggrieved expression.

She was really scared and cried just now.

Blinking at her, Li Qinzai said tenderly, "Are you hungry? I'll feed you next time."

Lu Ye Zan Liang pursed his lips and shook his head.

Passing the oil-splashed noodles just made in front of her, Li Qinzai said: "It's an honor for you, a new dish is on the market, let you eat it first."

"Slaves don't dare." Luye Zanliang bowed his head and said, his expression was still a little hard to let go.

Tsk, I'm still playing with my temper. If this routine continues, shouldn't the next step be to wall her off?
Of course Li Qinzai wouldn't be so bloody.

"If you don't eat it, drag it out and kill it."

Luye Zanliang quickly served the bowl, with a tragic expression on his face, he ate the noodles wheezing.

(End of this chapter)