Syndicate Growth Manual

From the second day onwards, Zhao Yuan took his friends to use Chaoshi.The breakfast in the General's Mansion surprised Yuan Jue and his wife. Apart from the usual wheat kernel porridge and chicken and duck pancakes, there was also a brightly colored dish. Several thinly sliced ​​vegetables were mixed with what seemed to be lean meat. It is made of sticks and tasted, it is completely different from the general steamed taste, very tasty.

"What kind of dish is this?" Yuan Jue asked in surprise.

Complacent, Zhao Yuan picked up a chopstick for Zhao Chen with his little hand: "This is something the cook in the house figured out. It's not a rare thing, it's called Xiaochao."

"Small stir-fry?" Zhencheng took a chopstick and observed carefully. Every vegetable strip and shredded meat was oily, which was quite different from the usual baked or boiled food. , but without the burnt smell of roasting.

"It's delicious!" Yuan Jue had already picked up a few chopsticks, full of admiration, "How did you make this?"

It was too late for Zhencheng to stop him, so he couldn't help but help.Whose family has a secret recipe for a dish? Don’t try to keep it secret. Not to mention that it can shine in various banquets, even if it is offered, how can you ask so casually?

Unexpectedly, there was a more careless person here, who immediately said triumphantly: "I asked someone to make a tableware out of iron, pour in fat and stir-fry on high heat, then add various spices and it's done!"

Zhencheng: "..."

Yuan Jue was taken aback: "You use iron to make food utensils, what a fool!"

Zhencheng wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to look at the face of the general above him.This is the rhythm of offending the master to death!

Zhao Yuan snorted, and squinted at him: "Then tell me, is it delicious, is it new?"

Little friend Yuan Jue looked down at the delicious and oily dishes in the tableware, and swallowed.Speaking of which, as the only son of the father and son, his daily diet is very good, but for some reason, compared with the simple dish in front of him, it seems to be less tasty.

The corners of Zhao Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and he took a chopstick for himself in a slow manner, and it was very delicious with the soft and glutinous wheat kernel porridge.For the tit-for-tat confrontation between the boys, he pretended not to see it, and had no intention of supporting Zhao Yuan at all, and then he just sat there, and his momentum was already astonishing, making people dare not despise Zhao Yuan, and he didn't even realize his voice depressed.

Seeing Yuan Jue's expressionless face, Zhao Yuan thought he had surrendered, his little face was immediately brightened, and he even used two extra bowls of rice, so that when he went to the small study, his abdominal distension was unbearable. Some prostration.

Zheng Yang supported him, his tone panicked: "Da Lang, how can this go on like this?" Huai Xi also turned pale, and hurriedly said: "I'm going to call Li Qiu to come and serve me, so that Lord Lang will know about it!"

Zhao Yuan almost died of anger: "You are not allowed to go!" He grinned his teeth and sat on the porch, gasping for a few breaths, "I just ate a little too much, but now I am much better, why bother my father? Who will give it to you?" I'll bring a bowl of sugar water, add some salt, and keep it safe after I drink it."

After all, Zhengyang and Huaixi were young, and the young master they were serving was ill, and they were afraid in their hearts. Hearing what he said, they looked at each other, and then followed suit.

An hour passed by the time he returned to the other small study room.Zhen Cheng was fine, but Yuan Jue's nose was bright. As soon as Zhao Yuan came in, he frowned, subconsciously stretched his sleeves to cover his nose, and opened his mouth and said, "Why is the smell so offensive?"

Zhao Yuan stopped at the door immediately, and looked down at his clothes in embarrassment.After all, Gong's room is an indecent place, even if there is incense, it is inevitable that there will be some smell on the body after staying for a long time.

Zhen Cheng reacted immediately, and quickly winked at Yuan Jue.Yuan Jue is straight-hearted, and his eyes are already on Zhao Yuan.

Standing behind Zhao Yuan, the second slave boy couldn't help being angry when he saw this scene.Although the two young men said that their family backgrounds are noble, but since they live as guests in the Zhongjun Mansion, they should always respect the master's family, how could they do such a disrespectful act?They endured it and decided to tell their husband about it in private.

On the contrary, Zhao Yuan was not very angry, and said with a smile, "I'll go change my clothes and talk to you again."

Zhao Chen at the other end heard that his son was unwell, so he hurriedly dismissed his subordinates and rushed back to Muxiyuan.Zhao Yuan took a shower and changed clothes under the service of Li Qiu. When Zhao Chen stepped into the door, Li Qiu had just tied his hairband and was kneeling on the ground to help him put on his shoes.Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and when Zhao Yuan was taken care of, he stepped forward and picked him up, looking him up and down.

He asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter? Why did you have diarrhea?"

Zhao Yuan was like a kitten being held by a big cat on the back of its neck, dangling in mid-air with its short legs hanging down.He mumbled a little guilty: "I just... I ate too much in the morning..."

Zhao Chen put his small body on his arm, and cautiously reached into his clothes with the other hand to touch his son's belly. He found that his stomach was still a little swollen and his skin was cold, and his complexion didn't look any better. Holding Zhao Chen Yuan stuffed it on the couch, wrapped it in a quilt, and said in his mouth: "Go and prepare a copper woman to stuff it in the quilt, and call Qin's servant doctor to consult Da Lang."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help making a bitter face when he heard the words, what kind of water cover is it in the summer!

This diarrhea is not a big deal, so when Doctor Qin came, could he still see a flower?I'm afraid that in order to deal with his father's cold face, he will have to prescribe a prescription and boil a few bowls of bitter medicine for him to drink!

In the past few years of reincarnation, the thing he can't bear the most is illness. Money is nothing worse than modern times, but there is no way to take medicine. There are no capsules or granules. Dead man's pill.

He couldn't help begging for mercy: "Father, why bother Doctor Qin, I'll just have a bowl of hot soup."

The Lieutenant General's face became serious, and his eyes immediately turned cold.

In just a few seconds, Zhao Yuan couldn't hold on any longer, and resigned himself to lying back, his little face numb with despair.

In the small study at the other end, Zhencheng was giving ideological education to his companions.In a word, it is to persuade Yuan Jue to be more polite to Zhao Yuan in the future. Anyway, they will have to live in the Zhongjun Mansion for the next few years.

Yuan Jue was a little impatient: "I understand what you said, but I have never been unreasonable to him. How can the general not worry about my father?"

Zhen Cheng was really speechless.In the past, there was no one around him who was not good at observing words and demeanor. To put it bluntly, he was a genius, and he had never seen Yuan Jue like him.

Let’s talk about himself, although he is the only son of my father, he is not a legitimate son after all. His wife Ping has raised him for five years and loves him like a child, but his adoptive mother also secretly told him that Ping has never given up on having children. After giving birth to a son and a half daughter, it is hard to say what the future will be like.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to be as simple-minded and willful as Yuan Jue.If you say that you are not envious or jealous, is it not a self-deception?

He said with a complacent expression: "What I say is kind, so let it go if you don't listen to me."

Seeing this, Yuan Jue hesitated.He is more than a month older than Zhencheng, and he is only a child, and his grandmother is the only one in the inner house. He has always followed his father in the outer courtyard, and he only knows a little about human relationships. Cheng said something.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward.

I don't know if it was deliberate, but at noon, there was supposed to be a meal, but the surroundings were quiet, and the two boys who had been serving before didn't know where they went.Zhencheng has been raised delicately since he was born, and he must have four meals a day, but Yuan Jueren has a small appetite but has a big appetite, and he has never been hungry with his father.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, coupled with their rumbling stomachs, they both felt a little uneasy at this moment.

Doctor Qin took Zhao Yuan's pulse carefully. The child's breathing was weak, and the pulse was not as obvious as that of an adult. He felt it carefully. It doesn’t matter if you eat too much, drink a bowl of rice milk, eat less and eat more, eat less meat and more vegetables, and you will be fine in two days.”

Zhao Chen nodded slightly, sat on the edge of the couch and stuffed Zhao Yuan's small arm back into the quilt.

As soon as Zhao Yuan waited for Doctor Qin to leave, he rolled into Zhao Chen's arms and cried, "How can I not eat meat for two days! I am willing to drink medicine!"

A narrow smile flashed in the lieutenant general's eyes, and he patted his son's head: "Nonsense! You can't take medicine indiscriminately. If you take too much, you should be hungry for two days. Meat is not easy to digest. Just take this opportunity to eat more vegetables. " Doctor Qin really knew what he meant.

Zhao Yuan wants to cry but has no tears.This is unscientific. If you are sick, you should take supplements. Don’t eat too much oil and meat, it’s fine, and you don’t have to drink clear soup with little water.It's all because of the stir-fry!

In fact, it's just that the cook can't control the temperature of the iron pot well, and people nowadays like to eat fresh food, so the meat is caught raw, and there is too much oil, Zhao Yuan's small stomach, which has eaten too much stewed food, began to protest.As for the others, Zhen Cheng didn't eat much, Yuan Jue was always in good health, but nothing happened, let alone Zhao Chen.

After a while, Li Qiu entered the inner room with a food box, knelt at the front of the couch, took out a bowl of rice milk, stirred it carefully with a silver spoon, and when the temperature was suitable, he held it in front of Zhao Yuan, and said: "Mr. Afraid that Dalang will be hungry, he ordered the cook to boil a bowl of rice milk first, so Dalang should drink it quickly."

With a bitter face, Zhao Yuan sneaked a glance at his father, but he still opened his mouth obediently, and let Li Qiu serve him and drank half a bowl of rice milk.

Zhao Chen waved his hand, and Li Qiu packed up the food boxes and left the house with a group of maidservants.He sat on the side of the couch, gently rubbed his son's belly, and said casually: "I think you should have all the people in your room, otherwise there won't even be a medicine waiter."

"Isn't there Aunt Liqiu?" Zhao Yuan said disapprovingly, "I live here with my father, and I don't need a maid. Besides, don't I have a little boy in my house?" Anyway, 30 days a month, he can It would be good to live in his own yard for three to five days. The children in the house are still a little nervous to see him now, and it's not because they don't see him often!

Hearing this, Zhao Chen softened his expression, and said, "That was in the past, you are grown up now, and since you have a companion, the rules in the house should also be established, otherwise outsiders will not look good when they see it."

These are actually matters that the Fan family should take care of, but since Zhao Yuan was a child, Zhao Chen decided all the affairs in his house, and the Fan family also consciously did not intervene, so if Zhao Chen can't remember, the mansion will still be responsible. No one dares to reach out and take care of it.

Zhao Yuan rubbed him until he was drowsy, and he didn't refute again.

Zhao Chen waited for his son to fall asleep, then left the inner room and went to the outer room.Li Qiu and the others quickly put on icebergs, made tea and delivered it to the table, then sat on their knees and waited for orders.Zhao Chen sat down on the Xuan banquet, thought for a while, and asked Li Qiu: "The people in Dalang's room should be complete, do you have someone to choose?"

Li Qiu only thought for a while, and then said: "Zhao Da has a girl named Zhao Ru in the outer court, and now she has kept her hair. A few days ago, Zhao Da was begging to find a job for her in the inner court, and the slaves are training a few The little girls are all about the same age."

The Zhao family has been the slaves of the Zhao family for generations, and Zhao Da himself has followed Zhao Chen to the battlefield and endured hardships. He is loyal and loyal. Therefore, after Zhao Chen entered the Zhongjun Mansion, he made Zhao Da the manager of the outer courtyard. .His daughter was supposed to be in Zhao Yuan's house, but Zhao Chen hadn't said a word. Now that he had said it, she would naturally be at the top of the list.The ones in Li Qiu's hands are more comfortable to use after being properly trained.

Zhao Chen nodded and said: "You can figure it out. Zhao Da's daughter will follow you first. After you see it properly, she will put it in the Anu's house, and I will pick three more people from you to enter." He paused, He also said, "As for the little boy in Anu's house, Zhengyang and Huaixi are the ones who were prepared for him for the time being." Li Qiu agreed and went out to do business.

In this way, there were four maids and two boys in Zhao Yuan's sincere garden, as well as a group of handymen.The maid is in charge of the affairs of the house, and the boy can follow him out of the house. This is basically the configuration before he gets married as an adult.