Friends are always teasing me [Transmigration Book]

It was a good night of fishing.

However, Wei Lan only picks fish of good quality and slightly inferior species, and Wei Lan releases them again.

As a result, there were only two crucian carp and one carp left in the iron bucket.

Wei Lan looked at the three-tailed fish that were alive and kicking in the bucket, and said apologetically to Mo Liang who was looking forward to him, "Although there are only three fish left in the end, I will make you a pot of crucian carp in milk soup and fried Yellow River carp in wine tomorrow." Enough for you to eat."

Mo Liang responded with "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" and said, "I want to eat what you said right now."

Wei Lan said with a smile: "You ate so much goose and duck at night, but just after an hour, you're hungry again?"

Mo Liang said: "Didn't I have been addicted to the addictive drug of Mahuraka, and I am now addicted. Besides, just after exercising, how can I not be hungry?"

As long as his favorite fish dish is added, even if he just ate three bowls of rice, he can still eat it.

Speaking of eating, I'm afraid he is more persistent than Liu Xia in Sister Chui's writing.

And for Yu Moliang, if he didn't eat fish for three days, he would feel uncomfortable all over, not to mention he had endured it for several months now.

Coupled with the fact that he really worked very hard just now, it was rare for Wei Lan to have pure enjoyment.

Wei Lan was amused by him, thinking that the tavern should not be closed at this time, so he suddenly turned at the intersection and walked towards the tavern.

Mo Liang called him: "Why go?"

Wei Lan said: "The dish of fried Yellow River carp with wine can only be delicious if served with good Dukang wine."

Chinese cuisine has always paid attention to quality and taste, focusing on clarity, freshness, tenderness, coolness, smoothness, and aroma. No matter the selection of ingredients, the skill of hand knife, or the control of heat, every procedure must be sloppy.

Therefore, in order to satisfy Mo Liang's taste buds, Wei Lan was very attentive when learning cooking skills, and was also very particular about the seasonings needed for each dish.

When they came out of the tavern, the wind suddenly picked up, the moon appeared and disappeared in the dark clouds, and the street it reflected also flickered.

Mo Liang suddenly remembered that his ancestors said that the cloud circle around the moon can tell the weather, so he looked up at the sky. He didn't observe the nebula and sky phenomenon, but he found a big white bird spreading its wings.

It looked like a pigeon.

Wei Lan also saw it, squinted her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand, the white pigeon fell straight down and landed on the street not far ahead.

Mo Liang said: "Could it be that you think that the two dishes of crucian carp in milk soup and fried Yellow River carp in wine are not enough, and you want to serve me a whole plate of oil-soaked pigeon with wine?"

Wei Lan said: "That's a carrier pigeon. Go over and have a look, it should have something tied to its leg."

Mo Liang trotted over and picked up the injured pigeon, and it really was there.

Wei Lan walked over with an iron bucket in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and said to him, "Take down that letter box, and take a look at it."

This opening letter was terrible, it stated that Mahuraka had been arrested, and he had confessed the location of the main altar, and asked the Heavenly King to quickly move his position.

The letter was not signed, it seems that they were very careful when sending the letter.

Mohuraka was arrested until he confessed, but it only happened for a few hours. Apart from the Yamen of Shuntian Prefecture, even the emperor has not received the letter.

Moreover, the carrier pigeon flew from the direction of Shuntianfu Yamen.

"There is a traitor among us." Mo Liang rubbed the letter and said angrily.

"Is creampie okay?"

"Hey, my Young Master Wei, can we be serious!" Mo Liang patted him.What time is it, and I'm still making jokes like this.

Wei Lan smiled, and the two of them switched hands, changing Mo Liang to carry the bucket. Wei Lan took the piece of paper from him and unfolded it for a closer look.

"Look at this character, the brush strokes are strong, the zoom is effective, the strokes are in harmony with each other, and the writing is like flowing water and clouds, with an exquisite and flying posture. It's really a good handwriting." This is Wei Lan's first experience.

Mo Liang said: "Why are you still praising this traitor?"

Wei Lan said: "This letter is not written by people from our Shuntian Mansion."

Mo Liang said: "How do you know?"

Wei Lan said: "Of course it was the word that told me. It will take at least a few years of hard work to practice this good handwriting. In Shuntian Mansion, except Mr. Bao, all the arresters and yamen servants are from poor people. How can I have the spare money to buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to practice calligraphy every day? And this handwriting is not Master Bao's, so I am sure that this carrier pigeon did not fly out from Shuntian Mansion."

He flicked the letter paper again, and said: "And the quality of this rice paper is beyond the reach of ordinary people. So the person who sent this pigeon must be a very prestigious person."

No wonder Wei Lan hastily snatched the paper from him just now, as if rescuing a dying patient, so there are so many articles on it.

"I said, how do you know everything?"

Wei Lan gave him a blank look, and said, "I tell you to read more books, but you don't..."

"Got it!" Mo Liang interrupted roughly.Every time I use this sentence to find fault, my ears are almost calloused. "I get a headache when I read a book, and it's not like you don't know....What do you mean, this matter has nothing to do with the people of Shuntian Mansion?"

Wei Lan said: "That's not necessarily true. After all, money can turn ghosts around. The news has been blocked by us, but it can still flow out. There are no more than two possibilities. First, someone bought the police officer. The second Two, someone has been watching our movements, so he knows everything."

Mo Liang just looked at the fish that were still alive and kicking in the iron bucket, and sighed: "Let's not go home, change the way to Shuntian Mansion, let Master Bao know about this."

After Bao Longtu heard what they said, his face turned darker than usual.

He quickly called Wang Chao and Ma Han and asked them if they had noticed that there were pigeons flying out of the yamen.

The two of them firmly said: "Return to your lord, absolutely not."

Wang Chao guarded the prison in the backyard, while Mahan patrolled the various courtyards in the front yard. No matter how big the Shuntian Mansion was, they could still notice a pigeon flying by in the sky.

"The pigeons flew out from this direction. Besides the yamen, there is only one household living in this street."

House doctor Song Zhicheng.

Wei Lan poked Mo Liang, and said in a low voice, "Why are there always problems with the household department?"

Mo Liang curled his lips and muttered, "It's none of my business if you ask Sister Chui."

When he leaned over Liu Xia, he rarely appeared in the yamen of the household department.

Ma Han immediately said: "My lord, do you want your subordinates to investigate?"

Bao Longtu was hesitating.

Because he wasn't sure if this matter was really related to Song Zhicheng.

If it is really related to him, I am afraid that Ma Hanmao will sneak in rashly and startle the snake.

Mo Liang suddenly said: "Lord Bao, does Song Zhicheng have a family, wife and daughter?"

Bao Longtu thought for a while, and said: "I remember that there is a wife and two concubines....What?"

Mo Liang smiled and said, "Hey, the little days are pretty good.... You said that if there are flower pickers in his family, don't we have to take care of it?"

At this moment, everyone understood what he meant, and everyone laughed.

After they finished laughing, Wei Lan said, "Then who do you want to play the flower picker?"

Mo Liang said: "Naturally..."

Wei Lan narrowed his eyes and said, "Huh?"

Mo Liang said awkwardly: "Of course I can't act."

They looked at Wei Lan again.

Wei Lan shrugged and said, "My image is really far from that of a flower picker."

Mo Liang laughed and said, "It's true that he is not such a literary flower picker..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Lan stomped on him severely.

While dancing, Mo Liang said, "Actually, I think Master Bao is very suitable."

Bao Longtu giggled, "I... Me?"

Wei Lan said: "Don't mess around, Master Bao doesn't know kung fu, how did he get into the inner courtyard of the female relatives?"

The dynasty is not good either, he still has to guard the prison, and can't let Mahuraka and Xiaoyou make any mistakes.

Ma Han simply slapped his chest and said, "Hey, forget it, I'm ready!"

Mo Liang and Wei Lan gave him thumbs up at the same time, and said, "Just wait for you to say this."

Ma Han blinked, and murmured: "Why... are you digging a hole together for me to dance?"

What follows is a so-called farce.

Ma Han first changed into night clothes, then changed his appearance a little bit, sneaked into the inner courtyard of Song Zhicheng's family, and was deliberately seen by Song Zhicheng's wife's personal envoy, causing her to scream repeatedly.

Before Song Zhicheng and his servants drove him away, Bao Longtu led Mo Liang and the others to rush in.

Naturally, the scene of vicious fighting was to be staged. Ma Han deliberately jumped up and down, causing the family members of the Song family to scream, and Mo Liang and Wei Lan also pretended to miss several times, so that Ma Han could jump behind the female family members to scare them.

Since the minister asked to make this book a joyful direction, let's be more joyful.

After about half a stick of incense, Ma Han was finally captured.

Song Zhicheng hurriedly saluted Bao Longtu and thanked Bao Longtu, "Thank you, Mr. Bao, otherwise the wife of the next official will be murdered by this fellow."

Bao Longtu also returned the courtesy and said: "We have arrested this thief for a long time, it is really the fault of this house for disturbing Mr. Song and his family this time."

Song Zhicheng said: "Master Bao is serious. It's rare for your lord to come to the humble house, so please go to the study and have a cup of tea before leaving."

Originally, he just wanted to be polite, but Bao Longtu said: "Very good, very good." He followed him to the study.

Naturally, the Four Treasures of the Study are indispensable in this study.

Bao Longtu picked up a copybook, reviewed the words on it, turned his head to Song Zhicheng and said, "Master Song, is this post written by your lord?"

Song Zhicheng said, "Exactly."

Bao Longtu smiled and said: "Your Excellency is really a wonderful handwriting. Especially the word 'virtuous', which penetrates the back of the paper, and the two strokes are coherent. It is like a horse running away from the rein, and it is like a dragon flying in the sky. , It's really amazing."

Obviously, Bao Longtu is a person who knows how to appreciate.

Song Zhicheng has always been very proud of his calligraphy.Over the years, people have been coming to the door, asking for a copybook of his for a lot of money, but nothing.

So when Bao Longtu, who is a Shangguan, admired his handwriting, his face revealed an uncontrollable brilliance.

But he knew that Bao Longtu was a big celebrity in front of the emperor, so he still spoke with some humility: "Lord Bao is absurd."

Bao Longtu laughed loudly suddenly, then his face changed, and he said sharply: "Song Zhicheng, are you guilty?"

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