Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

When they arrived at the place, as soon as they entered the room, Meng Zezhi, who was mentally prepared, knelt down to Xiao Shi with a plop: "Mother."

Recalling the rotting corpse hidden under the quilt in the corner of the ruined temple in his memory, and looking at the small but complete person on the ground, Xiao's nose was sour and he almost shed tears.

Fortunately, she was still worried about the presence of other people, so she suppressed her emotions in time.

She said slowly, "Get up."

"Yes." Meng Zezhi replied respectfully, then got up from the ground, stood aside, bowed his body, and did not dare to look directly at Xiao Shi, but said: "Is mother's health better?" In his tone There is no lack of concern.

Xiao Shi's mood improved a lot in an instant.

It doesn't matter if the things are true, after all, the cousin is fine, Mother Zheng is still there, she is fine, and An'er is still alive, for her, this is enough.

"It's much better." Xiao said with relief, paused, and then said: "Stand over here, let me take a good look at you."

She changed her words in time, lest she be too abrupt and scare Zhao Yi'an.

But even so, the kindness shown by Mrs. Xiao still shocked Madam Zheng and the maids who were serving on the side.

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi paused for a moment, then carefully raised his head to look at Xiao Shi, and found that the other party was also looking at him, his face blushed, and he lowered his head in a panic. Walking to the bed: "Mother."

It can be said that the inner anxiety and restraint are vividly played.

Looking at Meng Zezhi, who was full of 'small family spirit', Xiao couldn't tell what it was like, and she tried to keep a calm tone: "How old are you this year?"

Meng Zezhi replied respectfully: "Return to mother's words, twelve."

"On weekdays, food and lodging are all in order."

Speaking of this, Xiao's voice stopped abruptly. She couldn't be more clear about the treatment of the concubine in the backyard, let alone someone like Zhao Yi'an who has no biological mother to take care of him.

When I think of the way that little bastard wears gold and silver, hugging her front and back, and her An'er, who doesn't even have a single accessory that can be seen on the table, one can imagine how much life is like on weekdays. Hardship, inevitably stained with a layer of sour heart.

People are emotional. When you hate someone, you want him to die. When you love someone, you only fear that you can't put everything in front of him.

Before Meng Zezhi could reply, Mrs. Xiao turned to look at Madam Zheng: "I remember that during the Dragon Boat Festival, there were still some cloud satin and tribute satin rewarded by the Empress during the Dragon Boat Festival. I took them out and bought some seasonal clothes for Young Master Ninth." clothes."

Madam Zheng was startled, didn't they agree that these silks and satins would be saved in winter to be made into clothes for the crown prince?

But she still responded respectfully: "Yes."

The wet nurse He Shi's heart was beating like thunder, what Madam Zheng could think of, she could naturally think of it too.In the dark, she seemed to see a road to the sky appearing at the feet of her young master.

I only heard Xiao continue to say: "You will live in the East Wing for the past few days. If there is anything you don't like, just tell Shiqin."

With that said, the big servant girl learned the piano and gave Meng Ze a blessing.

Meng Zezhi appropriately put on a flattered look: "Yes."

It is said that they are here to serve the sick, but in fact they are here to enjoy it.

Stir-fried mutton for breakfast, stir-fried pork with yellow vegetables, steamed pork belly with clear sauce, steamed pork trotters, double-cooked fresh fish, hearty pork, fragrant rice... such as steamed buns and fried dough sticks, unless you specifically order it, the kitchen will not prepare.

At noon, fresh shrimps with pepper and vinegar, goose meat, lamb tripe plate with salty soy sauce and mustard, five-flavored steamed chicken, Yingshuang spicy rabbit, mutton crystal dumplings, steamed fragrant rice...

In the evening, I eat a little lighter, milk nest, roasted bamboo shoots and goose, steamed ground squirrel, stewed quail, rice rotten soup...

In addition, steaming dim sum twice a day, adding dried fruit and dried meat once a day, the taste couldn't be better.

This is Meng Zezhi's perspective.

Maybe the food in the past few years was too bland, either vegetables tofu or pork and fish. If you go to the kitchen late, the food you bring back may be completely cold, with a white layer of grease floating on it , Even if you want to eat, you don't know how to use your chopsticks.

The food had to be warmed up when it was cold, but the other ones were fine. The green vegetables were taken out once they were cooked again, anyway, Meng Zezhi seemed to have lost his appetite to eat again.

Although these words have the smell of rich wine and meat, and the suspicion of freezing to death on the road, Mencius also said that if you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will be good at the world. More.

So when he saw such a rich dish at first glance, he was naturally aroused his appetite.

In just a few days, Meng Zezhi's belly was full of flesh.

His favorite is the steamed chinchilla in front of him. The two-year-old chinchilla is produced outside the Great Wall. It is peeled and laparotomized, then dried and stored. When it is needed, it is taken out and soaked in wine lees for a day or two, and then the back is down. Put it in a steamer, steam for a quarter of an hour, take it out and wash it with a scraper, cut each piece into eight or nine pieces, sprinkle with pepper and salt powder, wrap the dough and then steam it slowly on a low heat. Be sure to steam it once, otherwise the oil will go away, and you will have to eat it in the end Cook it with distiller's grains.

Meng Zezhi prefers the fresh and crisp taste.

Compared to Meng Zezhi, who was silently immersed in the sea of ​​delicacies, He Shi, the wet nurse, was obviously much more sensitive.

She felt flustered as she touched the new thin quilt sent by Shiqin, the eldest maid beside Xiao Shi.

It is really Xiao Shi who treats her young master too generously.

It's like the thin quilt in front of me. The fabric of the quilt cover is only seen on the Duke, and it is said that it is 600 taels of soft smoke, and the quilt core is not cotton, but silk.

Generally speaking, a piece of cloth is ten feet long and can hold six adult clothes, but for Meng Zezhi's age, ten clothes can also be made.But if you buy a quilt cover, you can have four beds.

In other words, the quilt cover alone is worth 100 taels of silver——

You must know that these days, rice is only five yuan per stone (120 catties), and one tael of silver is enough for a family to live for a month.

Looking at the dishes on the table in front of Meng Zezhi, He Shi could only think about eight taels of silver for a ground squirrel, six cents for a catty of pork, and three taels of silver for a fat goose... She subconsciously forgot After all, most of these things are produced by Zhuangzi in the mansion.

——Can she not panic!

But after thinking about it, she couldn't figure out what Xiao could do by doing this, so she panicked and got used to it.

The nurse here, Mrs. He, is busy flustered, but Nanny Zheng can't help feeling worried, especially when she learns that her wife asked the big maid, Shiqin, to quietly touch the silk that is full of satin and gold. After making a quilt for Meng Zezhi, I was even more worried.

Mother Zheng couldn't help reminding Xiao Shi tactfully: "Ma'am, don't you treat Young Master Ninth a little better, if you let the son know?"

She doesn't agree with Xiao's approach. Even if Shizi doesn't kiss her, she doesn't need to adopt another child. Isn't this pushing the weak mother-child relationship between her and Shizi into the deep ditch? ?

Taking a step back, even if you want to adopt, you should adopt the Fourteenth Young Master. Also, you lost your mother at birth. The Ninth Young Master is twelve years old this year, and he understands everything he should know. Unlike the Fourteenth Young Master, this year It is only two years old, which is the time when the forgetfulness is great. This old saying is good, you are not afraid of not being able to raise it well, but you are afraid of not being able to raise it well.

It is said that people are soft-handed and short-tempered when they eat people. Seeing that under this series of offensives, her An'er slowly walked out of the restraint, and became closer to her day by day, Xiao Shi couldn't help feeling. She got better again, but when she heard this, the smile on her face faded instantly.

Thinking of how in the past she wished to hold all her things in front of Zhao Yijing, but the other party accepted her things while ignoring them, Xiao couldn't help but feel nauseous.

She didn't want to hide it from Nanny Zheng, and taking advantage of the fact that there were only the two of them, she put down the medicine bowl in her hand and said calmly, "Madam Zheng, do you think the eldest son and the Duke look alike?"

Mother Zheng didn't know why, but she still said, "It's not just a similarity, it's just carved out of a mold."

Xiao Shi looked at her: "Then, do you look like me?"

"Of course—" Madam Zheng choked, and the faces of Xiao Shi and Zhao Yijing flashed in her mind, and her complexion changed drastically.

She understood what Xiao Shi meant, her eyes widened, and her mouth trembled: "Husband, madam, what do you mean?"

Xiao muttered to himself: "Yeah, he obviously doesn't look like me at all, so why did I wishful thinking of him as my son for more than 20 years?"

Madam Zheng took a deep breath. She wanted to ask if there was some misunderstanding, but then she thought, how could Madam say such a thing if there were no definite evidence, she immediately swallowed the words again, her mind It's a mess.

The next day, Meng Zezhi found that Madam Zheng's attitude towards him was a little better, less perfunctory and more sincere.

Day by day, Xiao's condition gradually improved, and the relationship with Meng Zezhi became more and more harmonious. In the middle of September, she brought Meng Zezhi to Xiao Deren.

Xiao Deren is the cousin of the Xiao family, who is currently serving as the Jijiu of the Imperial College, and ranked second in Enke in the first year of Guangde.

Xiao Shi had greeted Xiao Deren a long time ago, and only asked him to help accept a student, and also informed Meng Zezhi's identity, and did not mention anything else.

No matter how Xiao Shi is his only relative in this world, it can be seen that Xiao Shi has something to hide, so Xiao Deren didn't ask any further questions, and agreed.

"uncle."

Under Xiao's introduction, Meng Zezhi knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Deren.

"En." Xiao Deren nodded, and handed him the meeting gift he had prepared long ago.

Meng Zezhi took it with both hands: "Thank you uncle."

After meeting the ceremony, there is always a process before apprenticeship.Xiao Deren didn't expect too much from Meng Zezhi, after all, he was just a bastard and not very old.

He asked, "What book have you been reading recently?"

Meng Zezhi looked at Xiao Shi subconsciously, with a worried expression on his face.

It's not like Zhao Yijing, Song Guogong specially invited famous teachers for him, and all the bastards in the Duke's mansion all attended classes in the ethnology school. Xiao Shi knew very well what level the masters in the family study were. Looking at Meng Zezhi's appearance, she just She thought the other party knew nothing, so she felt uneasy, and she immediately comforted her: "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth."

Meng Zezhi couldn't help but glanced at her again, then turned around and said hesitantly: "If you go back to uncle, you are studying the first three histories."

Generally speaking, scholars will not start studying history books until they reach the stage of juren, because the imperial examination is to test policy theory.

"The first three...huh?" Xiao Deren frowned slightly: "Have you read all the four books and five classics?"

"I've read them all." Meng Zezhi replied.

Xiao Deren didn't think that Meng Zezhi would lie to him, so he immediately became serious and asked: "The way of a gentleman is hidden away, and the foolishness of a couple can be compared with knowledge... What's the explanation?"

Meng Zezhi replied without hesitation: "This sentence comes from "The Doctrine of the Mean", which means that the way of a gentleman is broad and subtle. Even though ordinary men and women are ignorant, they can still know the way of a gentleman..."

Xiao Deren's expression brightened, and after a little thought, he asked: "Is it human but not as good as a bird? Shiyun: King Mu Muwen. What's the explanation?"

"The first half sentence comes from "University", 'If you stop and know what you want to stop, you can be a human rather than a bird.'..."

Seeing Meng Zezhi's fluent answers, Xiao's face was in a daze.

After asking a few questions, Xiao Deren couldn't help but nodded and said, "Not bad."

Not only is it good, but if you can read the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly, at least one scholar's fame is guaranteed. A 12-year-old scholar——

Thinking of this, Xiao Deren looked at Meng Zezhi inadvertently with a milder look.

As if thinking of something, Xiao Deren asked: "By the way, which gentleman taught you these?"

"No one taught me." Meng Zezhi glanced at Xiao Shi again, and said vaguely, "It's Song Juren from the ethnology. When he left the library three years ago, he gave me a set of his reading notes."

There is no aunt who does not suppress the concubines, and the Xiao family is the same. She is more concerned about their studies than using the pretense of serving the concubines to train the concubines.

In her memory, among those gentlemen in the ethnology, Meng Zezhi had always belonged to the category of mediocre aptitude, but secretly he gave Song Juren the reading notes that would make Song Juren willing... …

Subconsciously, Xiao thought of the word Zang Zhuo, and his expression was complicated.

What a talent to be self-taught!

The more Xiao Deren looked at Meng Zezhi, the more he felt pleasing to the eye, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly: "Okay, I accept this student."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi immediately knelt down and bowed to Xiao Deren as a teacher.

The imperial examination is not something that can be done behind closed doors. It is best to have a good teacher to lead the way.

After leaving the gate of Xiao's house, Meng Zezhi, who was originally overjoyed, seemed to have thought of something, his face changed slightly, and then he looked at Xiao's carefully.

Xiao Shi saw it, and naturally understood that Meng Zezhi was worried that she would be dissatisfied with his clumsiness. She immediately reached out and touched Meng Zezhi's head, and said comfortingly: "I didn't expect An'er to be so smart. In the future, I will definitely give my mother a champion in the exam."

Meng Zezhi's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be happy and said, "Really?"

"Really." Xiao Shi almost shed tears, she thought, she would hide her clumsiness at such a young age, her An'er is so clever, why did she insist on her so hard at the beginning, and finally even lost her own life go in.

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: I think someone will say that I made up a memory for Xiao Shi just to cheat food and drink!