Crossing town house man and wife

Wu Ming's words brought the negotiation, which had already been off topic, to an abrupt end again.

Yan Heng fell on the bed without saying a word, and forcibly hugged Wu Ming into his arms with both arms, not allowing him to leave, and never talking to him again.

But Wu Ming was even more depressed than Yan Heng.

It seemed that he and Yan Heng couldn't communicate normally, and every time they wanted to talk about something, it would turn into a chicken-and-duck conversation, but they couldn't even quarrel, let alone start a fight, which made him feel internally hurt.

Maybe in the future, we should deal with the old lady first and then act later. Anyway, even if there is trouble, Yan Heng will wipe his ass!

Wu Mingsu could see that Yan Heng was completely in an irrational state with a sperm on his brain, and acting like a spoiled child would never be harmful, but if he wanted to talk about things in a serious manner as equals to each other, there were nine times out of ten. It's a waste of effort.

That being the case, he can only use this favor to show Yan Heng what it means to be proud of being favored.Anyway, pampering this thing is like coupons in shopping malls, which expire and become invalid, so there is no need to waste them.Wu Ming is not sure how long Yan Heng's love can last, but as long as he can hold Yan Heng's appetite and prevent him from eating it all, it must be able to last for a few months.

It might work……

Wu Ming is not sure about this.

Although he has been in the world for more than 2000 years, being a wife and being loved by people as Daji and Yang Yuhuan, Wu Ming has never experienced such an experience even when he was a woman.

This may be due to the fact that the previous body was chosen by Wu Ming himself, and the body that can be used by the ghost cultivator will definitely not be the end of life, either suicide or violent death.For these people, such words as love, happiness, and happiness basically only exist in novels and dictionaries. Even if Wu Ming confiscated their bodies, it would be difficult to change their stereotyped lives.What's more, Wu Ming himself is not good at pleasing people. From childhood to adulthood, from being a man to becoming a ghost, he has never changed his temperament of doing whatever he wants, and he has never cared about other people's feelings.

Forget it, let it be!

Wu Ming muttered silently, leaned on Yan Heng's warm chest, and closed his eyes.

When Wu Ming fell asleep soundly, Yan Heng was still awake.

Before this, Yan Heng had doubted whether the late emperor really intended to make him his successor, although the late emperor said more than once that "you are more suitable to be the king of a country than Ying Han..." and "if I make you the prince ..." In this case, the civil and military masters assigned to him are all more outstanding than Ying Han, and they often take him by his side to personally teach him the way of being a king and the way of governing. He never expressed his desire to make him the prince.

Having said that, if the first emperor had really shown such intentions in front of people, those old-fashioned ministers would have died in court long ago, and Ying Han's mother clan, the Xiang family, would definitely try to kill Yan Heng, and they would not let him be safe at all. Return to Liaodong.

In the previous life, Yan Heng was grateful for the kindness of the late emperor, and never thought of becoming a king himself from the beginning to the end.Even if he didn't like Ying Han, at the beginning of the chaos in the world, Yan Heng never set up a different opinion. Instead, he helped Ying Han quell the rebel rebellion in Liaoxi and Yuyang, and resisted Donghu and Puyu in the north.

But in the end, Yan Heng also contributed to the reason why Ying Han was forced to death.

After Lv Liang started the incident in Longxi, he divided his troops into two groups and expanded eastward and southward.Lu Liang himself led the army to the south, while Ruan Cheng served as the left general in the East Road rebels, and only then did he have the opportunity to meet Yan Heng.It is precisely because of this that Yan Heng's delusion sprouted, and the evil fire was born. After the captivity failed, he sent envoys to negotiate with Lu Liang, and exchanged Ruan Cheng on the condition that he would not send troops to serve the king, so that Lu Liang could go south safely.

On balance, Lu Liang accepted Yan Heng's conditions, but he didn't want to expose the matter and ruin his reputation, so he arranged a play for Yan Heng, asking him to send the Ruan family to lure Ruan Cheng away. So that he can put aside the matter of Ruan Cheng's capture.

From this perspective, Yan Heng is more like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

If he went to war with Lu Liang's rebels in the north, he would at least hold back most of the rebels' strength, so that Lu Liang would not be so quick and decisive when he went south, and he would encounter more resistance in the process of going south.

But Yan Heng's behavior of standing by and watching was like a weather vane, which made the gentry in the Central Plains more and more believe that the power of Daqin was exhausted. Not only did many people not send troops to stop Lu Liang, but instead took refuge in the past early, wanting to fight for the power of the dragon.

Thinking of this, Yan Heng suddenly sighed.

In his last life, he had a rebellious heart because of Ruan Orange.In this life, "Ruan Cheng" even wiped out his kindness to the late emperor with just a few words.

Thinking about it this way, Ruan Cheng is really the magic star in his life, as long as they meet, they are doomed to go astray.

Yan Heng lowered his head, and gently rubbed his lips against "Ruan Cheng"'s forehead.

Wu Ming has already slept soundly at this moment, and he in deep sleep is completely different from the naughty one in the waking state. He is so honest that people even worry about his life and death. His breathing is so light that it cannot be heard, and his body is too cold Like a living person.

But falling asleep with such a body in the hot summer is more comfortable than hugging Mrs. Bamboo.

Thinking of this, Yan Heng suddenly laughed.

In fact, he is already very lucky. Who in this world can live in two lives and make up for all the shortcomings of the previous life?Don't more people get what they ask for, and regret it for the rest of their lives?Although Ying Han inherited the throne, didn't he become the king of subjugation in the end, and lost all his wealth and life?

And he, even in the previous life, was never controlled by others, and after losing his love, he was suddenly reborn.In this life, everything is going against the odds, all wishes come true, the beauty is in hand, and the world is waiting.

God has treated him so favorably, how can he blame others and give up on himself?

Yan Heng raised the corner of his mouth and stroked Wu Ming's back, feeling more relaxed than ever.

Early the next morning, when Wu Ming opened his eyes and got out of sleep, Yan Heng had disappeared again.

The paper-making flow chart taken out last night was placed beside Wu Ming's pillow made of quilts, Yan Heng seemed to use his actions to once again emphasize his determination not to make a deal with Wu Ming.

Wait until I draw the location of the gold mine, and see if you can throw the map back in my face again!

Wu Ming curled his lips and stood up indignantly.

It was already high in the sun, and the tortoise shell and Mrs. Zheng were already working in the yard.

Wu Ming simply ate something, then changed into the suit of clothes he made yesterday, and went to the paper-making yard.

The three of Huang Dou and the others were already waiting in the courtyard. Seeing Wu Ming come in, they immediately stepped forward and bowed to salute.

Wu Ming waved his hand, went over to check the things drying on the ground, and then turned to the three of them, "Do you know where that Taoist priest is?"

"Why are you looking for him?" Huang Dou hesitated.

Wu Ming said: "Isn't he the boss here? I'm going to look around the kitchen, I have to get his permission before I can go."

"Aren't you the county sheriff's wife? Where do you need his permission?" Huang Dou asked in astonishment.

"You also know that I am the wife of the county guard?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes, "Because I am the wife of the county guard, not the county guard himself, and this is a military camp, not the backyard of the county guard's mansion, so I can't think about where to go Just go wherever! I said, has no one taught you how to be a soldier? Why don’t you know this bit of common sense? Is the military camp a place where you can go wherever you want? Can you go wherever you want?”

A series of questionings stunned Soybean again, he was tongue-tied for a long time before he said: "We are just some auxiliary soldiers, we will do whatever the corporal commander asks us to do, there is no need to think about so many things!"

"So you can't even serve as auxiliary soldiers for long." Wu Ming curled his lips and waved his hands again, "Forget it, I won't bother you anymore, any of you will come and call the Taoist priest from yesterday."

Huang Dou and the other two looked at each other, and quickly said helplessly, "I'll go."

The distance between Luo Daozi's location and this yard is obviously not too far. Without a car or a bicycle, Huang Dou only went out for about ten minutes and brought him back.

"Are you going to the kitchen?" Luo Daozi made a Taoist salute, straightened up and asked bluntly.

"It's not like going to the kitchen." Seeing Luo Daozi's appearance of nothing happened, Wu Ming didn't mention the conflict yesterday, "I want to see how you squeeze the oil here, how about it? Take me to see it?"

Luo Daozi was taken aback and blinked, "Are you talking about the kind of oil we usually eat?"

Wu Ming nodded, "Well, but I only look at vegetable oil, which is oil extracted from soybeans, not meat oil boiled from meat."

Luo Daozi immediately turned his head and asked the soldiers beside him, "Well, is the oil press in the kitchen?"

"Should it be?" The soldiers who followed were also not sure.

Luo Daozi stroked his beard helplessly, then turned to Wu Ming and said, "Why don't you follow me to the kitchen first? Anyway, the cook must know where the oil comes from."

"He probably only knows that the oil is bought from outside." Wu Ming replied blankly.

"Uh……"

"Just kidding." Wu Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

In fact, what Wu Ming wanted to see was not oil extraction, but how much vegetable oil like soybean oil was in the kitchen, but he didn't know how much the military camp had in reserve, and he didn't want to waste other people's things for nothing.

After seeing it with his own eyes, Wu Ming found that his worries were not superfluous. The soybean oil in the kitchen was indeed pitifully small, and it was only supplied to the sheriff and Luo Daozi on weekdays. It could be called a luxury second only to honey. .

Although the time-traveling man made soybean oil by accident, the method of extracting the oil is very rough, that is, to crush the beans into dregs, soak them in hot water, then pour the soaked beans into a container, and first use a high fire to Boiling, and then simmering over low heat, the process is similar to that of making lard.

"Is there any free carpenter?" Wu Ming turned to ask Luo Daozi.

Luo Daozi immediately laughed and said, "If you don't have it, you have to have it, don't you think so?"

"Then find someone with a better memory, and prepare a log." Wu Ming began to order directly, but slapped his forehead suddenly in the middle of speaking, "By the way, I almost forgot the ingredients again! That, bean cakes are also Let’s prepare together—forget it, don’t look for a carpenter, find a place that is convenient for talking, and prepare paper and pens—silk cloth or bamboo slips, I say, you remember.”

"Ma'am, please follow me."

Luo Daozi directly led Wu Ming back to the small courtyard where he lived temporarily, and entered the main hall where he stayed with Yan Heng last time.

Luo Daozi was not willing to use expensive silk cloth, so he only picked out a roll of newly made bamboo slips, and then grinded and wrote down the ancient oil extraction process described by Wu Ming.

After he finished transcribing, Wu Ming asked him to add some detailed answers about the details, and then unceremoniously pulled out a few pieces of silk cloth, and drew the diagram of the oil press he was going to make on it.

This kind of structural diagram diagram that can make people look like cats and tigers is much more complicated than the paper-making flow chart. Wu Ming spent a piece of silk cloth as straw paper to draw the diagram correctly and mark the scale clearly.

After these things were done, Luo Daozi also knew what Wu Ming was going to do, and immediately asked: "If you have these, you can let the craftsmen try it. I don't know if Madam has any orders?"

"I'm going to make a model and use them as a reference." Wu Ming said.

Luo Daozi was taken aback, "Madam, do you want to do it yourself?"

"Are you coming?" Wu Ming asked back.

"Uh, since madam wants to do it herself, why do you need a carpenter?" Luo Daozi asked suspiciously.

"Of course I let him watch what I do!" Wu Ming frowned, "Don't you think you can understand it just by looking at the drawings?"

"But you are the magistrate's wife!" Luo Daozi said tentatively, "How can I let you do the work of a craftsman?"

Only then did Wu Ming understand what Luo Daozi meant.

Today's job rank is scholar, farmer, businessman, craftsman's status is a little higher than that of merchants, but the county guard is the upper class among the nobles. If the wife of the county guard works like a craftsman, it is rumored to make other scholars laugh Too bad.

But how could Wu Ming care about this, immediately rolled his eyes, and said coldly: "I even did the marriage, so what's the big deal about doing some carpentry work?"

"..." Luo Daozi was choked and speechless.