Spring is thick and thin

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

Jing Yan made a big discovery!

In other words, this is the great discovery of the dumb slave.His workmates all knew that there was a gluttonous child in his family. Although they were all doing tiring work and were not in the mood to move around, they still kindly offered some small suggestions that could reduce the expenses of dumb slaves.

By the way, I have to mention here, of course the dumb slave didn’t use this name on the pier. Although he thinks the name sounds good, but I have to say that although there are too few capable people on the pier, hiring people is relaxed. Conditions, regardless of the road guide and household registration, but "dumb slave" is a name that sounds like a slave, but it will make others think that he is a runaway slave.

The dumb slave only remembered this question when the hired worker asked him what his name was.In desperation, all he could think of was Jing Yan's name.Of course Jing is not a surname, "Jing Yan" is just a name, but the dumb slave can choose a name according to it!So he became dumb.

It's interesting that those with "言" in their names don't speak, but those with "dumb" speak.

The money-saving suggestion that the mute worker told him was to tell him to go to the west of the city to buy milk. He said that there was a widower there who raised several cows, and he didn't know how to raise them. The milk produced by the cows was the same as other people's no the same.The milk is not cheap, but at least it is cheaper than the snacks bought by the dumb slave.These people also cited various reasons why drinking milk is good, and after a few words, the dumb slave was tempted - it sounded delicious, and he felt that both he and Jing Yan should make up for it.

Jing Yan also found something to do now, he was weaving a cloak.Dumb slave always felt that the cloak he made before was too ugly, so he bought some materials one after another and planned to make it himself, but before he started making it, the materials were snatched away by the boring Jing Yan.

Jing Yan learned the technique of weaving small animals with grass from Wei Kangyu before, so he can weave a cloak without a teacher.He weaved it skillfully and quickly, and he quickly used up the materials bought by the dumb slave. He also managed to weave himself a very beautiful cloak, which was very stable in shape, and the loop of yarn under the eaves of the cloak It is translucent, but because of the sewing angle, no matter how carefully you look at it, you can't see clearly what kind of face is hidden under the translucent veil.

With a new cloak, Jing Yan can go out openly.In fact, among the women in the Hui Dynasty, there were still a lot of women who went out with cloaks or hats. Some of them were for wind and sand, some were for the convenience of working outside, and some beautiful women, if they went out without these, it was easy to cause trouble. The crowd is sensational.

Jing Yan is not tall yet, and has a slender figure. Although he is wearing men's clothes, when he goes out, he is easily mistaken for a woman in disguise. He doesn't speak, and when he meets frivolous people If you strike up a conversation, you will only walk away quickly, and it will often make people think that he is shy and pester him even more.There was no other way, Jing Yan had no choice but to continue to use the Breath Containment Technique. After using this technique, no one came to strike up a conversation.

Jing Yan wandered outside for several days, and he didn't spend any of the scraps of silver in his hand, and he really didn't come across anything he wanted to buy.He also felt that there seemed to be nothing to buy.Based on this calculation, it seems that the money is useless, Jing Yan intends to give this scrap of money to the dumb slave after he goes back, and let him buy food for himself.

On this day, Jingyan waited for the dumb slave to come back, and was about to give him the broken silver when he smelled a fragrant smell from the dumb slave, which came from the earthen pot sealed with oil paper in his hand.The dumb slave opened the clay pot like offering a treasure, poured the pure white milk inside into a bowl and signaled Jing Yan to drink it: "This is milk, it is very good for the body."

Before drinking, Jing Yan sniffed it lightly.This smell is somewhat familiar...

Jing Yan has never drank milk, but he is no stranger to it. He has seen Wei Kangyu drink it. In terms of taste, he thinks milk is not sweet, and it is not as dry as milk made from milk.He took a sip of the milk in the bowl, hey, it's a little sweet!The most important thing is, isn't the milk jerky made by He Xiu the same taste!The dried milk is more like a condensed version of this milk, just as sweet.

After Jing Yan took a sip, the dumb slave began to drink.His eyes were bright, and he drank the liquid in the bowl to the last drop. He was about to raise his head to praise it, but he found that Jing Yan had stood up. Seeing that he had finished drinking, he dragged him to go out.

Jing Yan is going to find this place that sells milk to see if there is any dry milk for sale.

The dumb slave understood what he meant.Even though it was getting late and the widower who sold the milk had closed, the dumb slave went out with Jing Yan.On the way, Jing Yan heard the dumb slave tell the story behind the milk, saying that the milk is fed with widower's special pasture, which is only grown by him, and many people who went in to steal the pasture were smashed out by him. It can be said that this pasture is the unique secret of the widower.

After hearing this, Jing Yan couldn't help feeling a little strange.He can't make a mistake, the dried milk made by He Xiu is indeed of the same origin as this milk, but He Xiu has lived in the capital for a long time, so how can he use the milk here?Could it be that the milk was made by He Xiu?

If He Xiu didn't do it, Jing Yan would think it would be better, then he wouldn't have to wait for He Xiu to finish crying.He occasionally went to see He Xiu. He Xiu had been wearing filial piety clothes, and he hadn't recovered from his sadness. Moreover, Jing Yan could tell that He Xiu was still blaming himself, as if he felt that she was the one who killed her lying in bed. The man in the coffin.

When they reached the west of the city, the widower locked and closed the gate of the yard.But this can't affect them.Jing Yan and Mute Nu climbed over the wall one by one. Before their feet landed, they saw many pairs of green eyes appearing in the courtyard below. They turned out to be big dogs!

Jing Yan put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, the dogs didn't bark as expected, they lay down on the spot, watched Jing Yan shrugged their noses, and sniffed something carefully.

He smelled the location of the cowshed, heard the sound of their tails flicking, and a fishy smell of animal fur.The milk smell is very light, as if it comes from the wooden barrels that are usually used to receive milk.

It seems that this store does not sell dried milk, Jing Yan had no choice but to go back disappointed.

The dumb slave was suddenly blessed, and understood what Jing Yan was looking for. He had seen Jing Yan eating dried milk many times, and Jing Yan even gave him a taste. At that time, he couldn't taste the taste, but now that he thinks about it, it's so delicious. It is really good to make dry milk that is convenient to carry and can be eaten at any time.

Jing Yan likes to eat dried milk, and the dumb slave wants to make it for him.But before he could act, he gave up.He really knew that he had no such talent.Now they buy food for three meals a day. Even if the dumb slaves have recovered their sense of taste, the food they make is still inedible, which is really a blasphemy of food.

The next day, after the dumb slave got off work, he went to the west of the city to buy milk.Before buying milk, he asked the widower, "Do you sell milk here?"

The widower said, "I'm too busy now to do that kind of delicate work."

"Then is there any one that sells dried milk made from your milk?" The dumb slave still asked, unwilling to give up.

The widower thought for a while: "A while ago, a family often came to my place to buy milk, and said to make dry milk. The milk used for dry milk needs to be thicker, and I would wait a little longer before milking. But a while ago They don't come."

The dumb slave asked eagerly, "Which family is that?"

The widower said casually: "How do I know? I haven't paid attention to it, but they insist on ordering thick milk. It's really annoying."

The dumb slave went back disappointed, but he didn't give up looking for the person who said he wanted to make dried milk.If you come here often to buy, you must be a local in Ancheng. Ancheng is not big, so you can always find it.

But Jing Yan couldn't hold back, and went to find He Xiu again.

The funeral ceremonies that should go have already been completed, He Xiu is the next generation, and he will wear mourning for a while, and the He Mansion also closed the door to thank the guests.Her father and mother have also come back. As an official, her father needs to stay in He's house in Ancheng for a year of filial piety.

He Xiu didn't cry anymore, she couldn't cry anymore, her eyes were numb.When Jing Yan found her, she was sitting in the boudoir, looking at the vanity mirror and combing her hair randomly, and she didn't notice that several black hairs were already wrapped around the comb teeth.Suddenly, she saw a figure wearing a cloak appearing behind her from the mirror. She was startled, and turned her head suddenly, only to find that although the cloak was replaced by a better-looking one, she still knew this person. Her unknown benefactor.

In the heart of the young He Xiu, her benefactor is a mysterious face, powerful martial arts, and a wandering cloud wild crane who is out of the world. It is not surprising that he can appear in her boudoir like a ghost, and because the benefactor is out of the world, she will not because of it. A man is outraged by his presence in a women's boudoir.

She stood up apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, benefactor, because of my grandmother's death, I completely forgot to thank you."

Jing Yan shook his head.Ever since he became a dumb slave and went to work to make money, Jing Yan felt that the money came easily, so he didn't care about He Xiu's thanks—he only cared about the milk.

Jing Yan came here with a clay pot filled with milk, which he originally planned to use as a reminder to He Xiu.But when he squatted on the roof of He Xiu's boudoir, he smelled the sweet smell of dry milk, so he drank the can of milk, put the can on the roof, and held it when he left.

Seeing Jing Yan shaking his head, He Xiu wanted to express her apology again.She did forget about it, or she deliberately forgot.Grandma passed away after seeing that she was intact, and she was rescued by Jing Yan.Even if He Xiu knew that grandma was already ill, if she came back late, grandma would not be able to see her again, but if a person wants to torture himself, he can use any big reason as if to magnify it, to torture himself .

The author has something to say: After reading your comments, I want to ask out loud: Why did you buy milk?

Sad to find that the protagonist seems to be a foodie again...

I'll write another chapter after I take a shower.For the first time, I feel that the list of [-] is so difficult to complete QAQ