Hard to be a good wife

At night, the wind was cool, so Tang Yue asked someone to set up a stove on the grass, and bought a killed pheasant and some mushrooms from the kitchen, and stewed them on the stove.

In this way, you can warm up the fire and fill your stomach. It really kills two birds with one stone.

No, you can also listen to Zhao Sanlang telling stories while drinking hot chicken soup, killing three birds with one stone.

Zhao Sanlang's expressive ability is obviously better than Heng Guogong's son, and the stories told are so vivid that even the bodyguards who have experienced the incident themselves thought it was true.

"Come on, drink a bowl of soup to moisten your throat first." Tang Yue scooped up a bowl of chicken soup for him and asked everyone to take a break.

Zhao Sanlang said that a bandit suppression campaign was like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It was a grand scene with outrageous schemes. Of course, most of it was a description of Wang Zizhao. It can be seen that this kid also admires Wang Zizhao in his heart.

"It would be even better if there was a jug of wine." Zhao Sanlang said with emotion.

Tang Yue didn't tell him that there was wine, but he didn't plan to take it out. When Wang Zizhao set off tomorrow, they would drink like mud, and he didn't know how they would be treated.

"Chicken soup warms the stomach, alcohol hurts the body, it is better to drink soup."

"Don't mention it, Tang Xiaolang's stewed soup tastes extraordinarily delicious. Why can't the cooks in the house always make such a taste?"

Tang Yue thought to himself: This is probably due to the influence of the heart. The cooks in Prince Zhao's Mansion have extraordinary comprehension skills, and they can draw inferences from one instance.

They are all cooks, so there is no such a big gap, right?

"Drink more if you like it. If you have time, you can come to Liyang Hou Mansion to visit. You must eat."

"My son is going too!"

Tang Yue turned around and smiled, "My son will live in the Hou Mansion for several months, so don't be so impatient."

Ping Shun fell to the ground with a "slap", with an indescribably sad expression.

Obviously, he had long forgotten about this, and thought that he could continue to eat, drink, and have fun after returning home. How naive!

"My lords, Your Highness told you to rest early." The young man who thought he looked familiar came over and said, Tang Yue took a few glances at him by the light of the fire, and then remembered that it was the one who had been his assistant.

He has always been curious about this kid's special ability, that he can be kept by Wang Zizhao's side all the time, he looks pretty good, he has fine skin and tender flesh, his features are good, and his figure is not bad, he is fat and thin, and he has two ounces of flesh on his body.

"What's your name?" Tang Yue raised his chin and asked.

"Slave name Ke." The young man answered with his head down.

"Good name." Tang Yue praised, and then asked casually, "Could it be named by Wang Zizhao?"

"Young master is smart, it is indeed the name given by the master."

Tang Yue laughed dryly, he didn't want to hear such a compliment at all, he looked at Ke from head to toe, and the more he thought about it, the more crooked he was.

The little servant who waits on him is not bad, and he has been given a name. He goes wherever he goes, and even sleeps in the same room. Who would believe that he is not tricky?

No wonder Wang Zi Zhaoneng molested him so calmly, it seems that he thought him innocent.

"Wang Zizhao hasn't slept yet?" Tang Yue asked, suppressing the sour feeling in his heart.

"The master originally planned to take a rest, but the young masters were in high spirits and talked to Yue Chang, so the master read the book for a while."

The subtext is: you are so noisy, how can people sleep?

Tang Yue didn't believe it was so far away, Wang Zizhao could hear them talking, but it was true that he could hear some movement occasionally.

"Why don't you go to the pharmacy and get a sedative, and drink it in a bowl, so that your master can sleep until dawn."

Ke frowned, and glanced at Tang Yue, "The servant has finished conveying the meaning of the master, and it's time for all the young masters to go to rest."

Tang Yue stood up, patted the grass clippings on his buttocks, "Okay, let's go, I have to get up tomorrow to see Wang Zizhao off."

Zhao Sanlang stood up after drinking the soup in the bowl, stretched his waist, "You must not delay your highness's business."

A group of people dispersed, and the night really quieted down.

The next morning, Tang Yue opened his hazy eyes, turned around and saw that the bed opposite was empty.

"Oops!" He hurriedly got up, and rushed outside before he had time to wash and change his clothes, and happened to collide with the mountain carrying the water basin.

"Is Xiao Lang okay? Did it hurt?" Shan put down the basin and pulled Tang Yue to check it.

"It's all right, Wang Zizhao and the others are leaving?"

Shan twitched the corner of his mouth, "At the hour of the hour, His Highness led the people to set off, but before leaving, I explained that you are exhausted these two days, so don't wake you up."

Tang Yue patted his head. It was really difficult for him to get up on time without an alarm clock. Shan, a humanoid alarm clock, was too unreliable. With a word from Wang Zizhao, he forgot his order.

"Xiao Lang, go in quickly, don't freeze." Shan pushed Tang Yue into the tent, twisted a hot towel for him, and helped him find out his clothes, so he almost had to dress him.

Of course, this is because Tang Yue never let him go, otherwise he would only be responsible for eating, drinking, and messing around, and someone else would have taken care of the rest.

There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to call themselves kings. Once the two big men, Wang Zizhao and Hu Jinpeng, left, there were only three unconscious masters left in the entire camp. The atmosphere was so relaxed that even the lowest servants had smiles on their faces.

In addition, Tang Yue is a messy person, so he organized a picnic at noon and a bonfire party in the evening, and had a great time.

Zhao Sanlang never knew that there were so many ways to have fun. He was tired of drinking, guessing boxing games, throwing pots and playing Cuju. Tang Yue opened a door for him to have fun, and he even found children's games such as kicking stones fun.

"Come on, the three of us are just playing Doudizhu." Tang Yue asked a craftsman to make a pair of wooden plaques, drew various numbers and patterns on it himself, explained the rules to them clearly, and then started with great interest.

In the first two hours, Tang Yue yawned again and again, but the other two played more and more energetically, their card skills became better and better, and they gradually caught up with the pace.

"Don't play anymore, it's time to go to bed." Tang Yue threw the cards away, making a gesture to leave.

"Don't go!" Zhao Sanlang and He Shun pulled Tang Yue at the same time, looking at him tearfully, "Play three more games, no, ten games!"

Tang Yue sat back limply, opened his mouth and yawned, "How about I ask Shan to fight with you?"

The two glanced at the grey-haired old man at the same time, shaking their heads repeatedly, if it was a beauty, they could still make it up, an old man who wants good looks but has no good looks, and wants to have a figure but no figure, will not be accompanied.

"Then come three more dishes, don't deny it to anyone, the Japanese master will have to go to the mountain to collect medicine tomorrow."

"Collecting herbs?" Zhao Sanlang yelled, "Why don't you let the servants do this kind of thing?"

In Zhao Sanlang's dictionary, why do it yourself when you can tell others to do it?

Tang Yue glanced at him sideways, "Are you sure these people here know herbs?"

"This..." Zhao Sanlang looked at the guards he had brought with him. They were all powerful and capable in fighting and fighting, but if they were asked to gather herbs, they might not even know wild vegetables.

Tang Yue held his eyelids and played three more rounds of Doudizhu with the two of them. As soon as the three rounds were over, he immediately threw the cards away and ran away with wind on his feet.

Hu Jinpeng is not here, he sleeps in a room alone tonight, the empty room always feels a little less safe, and he even has nightmares at night.

He was surrounded by fire all over the mountain, and he didn't see another person when he shouted his throat. There were corpses everywhere, with burnt masks completely gone, accompanied by miserable cries.

Tang Yue was a doctor in his previous life as a professional, and he dare not say how much he has done good deeds, but at least he has never harmed anyone, let alone killed anyone. The fire that spread across the mountains that night left a deep impression on him.

Even if he deliberately didn't think about how many lives were lost in that fire, and deliberately didn't think about it, but in the dead of night, the image printed in his mind would always pop up and make a fuss.

When Tang Yue opened his eyes the next day, Tang Yue still had some lingering fears, but he couldn't remember the specific scene in the dream, he only remembered the sense of reality of being roasted by fire.

He let out a long breath of foul air, got up, washed and changed his clothes.

"Go and call the bird." Tang Yue ordered, this talent who is said to know many kinds of herbs should come in handy.

"Xiao Lang, what do you want from me?" Que asked respectfully after saluting.

Tang Yue changed into a set of simple and convenient short brown clothes. He bought this set of clothes from a woman's house on the way. He said it was for his son who was away. Unfortunately, the other party never had a chance to wear it.

The clothes are a bit big, but once the belt is tied, it doesn't feel like it. The shoes on the feet have also been replaced with a pair of gray cloth shoes, which have thick soles and are very comfortable to wear. This is the handicraft of his maid.

Dressed up, Tang Yue was ready to go up the mountain with a basket on his back and a small hoe, followed by the guards of Bailai, one carrying a knife and a sword. Those who didn't know thought it was the bandit leader coming out of the mountain.

"Wait..." Zhao Sanlang shouted from behind, straightening his belt while running, obviously just getting up.

Tang Yue waited for him to come to him before asking: "What's the matter?"

"Tang Xiaolang, how can you leave me and act alone?"

Tang Yue looked at him innocently, "I'm going to gather medicine!" Should I take you with me?

"Let's go too!" Zhao Sanlang yelled not far away, it turned out that the obese Shizi was still running slowly behind.

Tang Yue didn't want to take these two burdens with him at first, but he took a few glances at Ping Shun, who was running and panting, and readily agreed.

Mountain climbing is a good weight loss exercise!

"Go and bring two sets of bows and arrows to the two young masters. You can go hunting if you have nothing to do, and you can add lunch at noon." Tang Yue explained.

Zhao Sanlang's eyes lit up, this is possible, he patted Tang Yue's shoulder and praised: "Tang Xiaolang is still thoughtful!"

A group of people were walking up the mountain, and Tang Yue walked in front. He needed to stop from time to time to identify the medicinal materials, and then the people behind him also stopped one by one.

This area may be entrenched by bandits, and the people dare not go deep. The vegetation on the mountain grows lush, and there is no trace of picking it.

On the sunny side of the mountain, he also found a large area of ​​datura, just after the flowering period, a lush area, at least thousands of plants.

Datura is the main drug for his anesthetic preparation, and he didn't want too much. He asked people to collect the seeds with a cloth bag first, and then cut a small area and prepared to take it back to dry.

After half a day, the harvest was quite fruitful, and Tang Yue also dug up two ginsengs that were more than a century old and a ganoderma that was not very old. These are all treasures.

This kind of pure natural medicinal material is invaluable in modern times, without additives and pollution, and there is no need to worry about counterfeiting.

Tang Yue felt that after he went back, he didn't need to rush to cultivate medicinal materials. He might be able to dig up a lot of medicinal materials by going to his own mountains and fields.

How can this feeling of gold everywhere be so refreshing?