The little man of the champion family

Hmph, that's about the same, Mu Yueshi had nothing to say, and continued to help him dry the beef jerky.

It was windy and cold in the twelfth lunar month, and the air humidity was low. The beef jerky dried very quickly. After one night, the beef jerky was already half dry. The only fly in the ointment was that it was frozen hard for him.Su Qinghan couldn't help it, so he took it to the fire and roasted it to remove excess water, this time it could only be placed indoors.

Xiyu came early and brought her own beef, "Qinghan, I'm here, I took two catties to try first, if I fail, I won't waste it."

Su Qinghan welcomed him in, the servant girl took Xiyu's cloak and hung it up, the charcoal fire was not lit yet in the house, it was still a bit cold, but the clothes could not be taken off.

Su Qinghan took him to the kitchen. Since the last time Mu Yueshi felt that the smoke was not good for his health, he expanded the kitchen several times and opened a door at the windward opening. The ventilation is more open and more comfortable.

This time, Su Qinghan wrote the process on paper and handed it to him, asking him to follow suit, and helping him by the side.I thought this extremely simple process would be fine, but I didn't expect that he still overestimated someone who had never cooked before.

He couldn't light the Xiyu just by lighting the fire, and his face was like a little cat due to the black smoke. After a long time, he finally lit the fire, and Su Qinghan taught him how to judge the degree of doneness of the beef, just in case he would have diarrhea if it wasn't cooked properly.

These were considered good, but when he cut the meat, Su Qinghan's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand that the piece of meat wouldn't move, so he could just cut it with the knife, so why did he cut it in his hand?However, Xiyu really managed to get the cut, so Xiaomei quickly brought a bandage powder to help him tie it up.

Su Qinghan shook his head, "Hold down the meat with your left hand, hold the knife steadily with your right hand, and then strike when you see it. How can you make a wrong cut?" After finishing speaking, he cut a bunch of beef strips with his own hands, and Xiyu was overwhelmed with admiration.

With the powder on his hands, he couldn't do it again today, so Su Qinghan had to solve it in twos and twos, and Xiyu helped him dry the beef jerky.

The more Xiyu looked at it, the more melancholy she became, "I'm someone who can't even cut beef well. How could my husband like me?"

Su Qinghan: "???" Brother, why are you suddenly sad? !

"That's not true. Everyone has their own special qualities. Butchers are good at cutting meat, but not necessarily others. Xiyu is so kind and lovely. A man will fall in love with you even if you can't cut beef."

Xiyu blushed, and gave him a coquettish look, "You are the best at coaxing people, and Mu Yun also said so."

"I'm just telling the truth, without any falsehood." Su Qinghan raised his hand and swore.

Xiyu then ran to his house for several days before getting used to it a little bit, and he could make it to the end by stumbling, but Su Qinghan's family probably won't be able to eat all the beef next year.

"How is it? Can you see the light?" Su Qinghan asked proudly.

Xiyu carefully approached the light, and really saw the light, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Qinghan, you are so amazing! You can really see the light, how can you cut it so thinly, it's amazing."

"Hmph, this lamp shadow beef is like this. It's as thin as a cicada's wing and can see through the light. It's nothing." Wensi Tofu is amazing. The tofu is cut as thin as a strand of hair. It's still a bit difficult for him to do it with his current knife skills. .

Winter in ancient times was much colder than in modern times. A gust of cold wind blew, and every household in the capital lit up charcoal stoves to warm up the fire. Mu Yueshi forced Su Qinghan to put a thick vest on Su Qinghan's jacket.In the past when I was poor, I had no clothes to wear, so I used catkins to stuff them into cotton clothes. It was so cold that I could only cover myself with quilts at home, and I couldn’t go out at all. Last time when the wind was cold, Mu Yueshi was afraid that he would suffer from the root cause of the disease, and he would get nervous if the weather was not right. It's too bad.

With nothing else to do, Su Qinghan's favorite thing to do now is to go out and have a look around with Xiaomei, sometimes with Duan Muyun, sometimes with Xiyu, living comfortably for a while.

There are many more people on Huangcheng Street, and it is time for the annual report to Beijing. At this time, officials from all over the country come to Beijing, as well as vassal kings come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, and there are dependent countries to pay tribute and taxes. It is even more lively.

The trees on the street are topped with snowflakes and are tied with red flowers.Su Qinghan took Xiaomei and walked through the street with an umbrella. It was already dark, and everyone on the street was lit. Today, I sat in the teahouse for a long time. The storyteller is really interesting. Su Qinghan wants to wait until he comes. Listen to it.

"Brother." Su Qinghan was waiting to enter the door, when he saw Mu Yueshi coming from the other side of the street, riding a tall horse in a black cloak, his black cloak was flapping in the wind, his handsome face was icy cold, making one wonder if it was from the ice and snow Come, with a bitter breath.

Su Qinghan stood there waiting for him, and Mu Yue began to see enthusiasm in his heart, and the corner of his mouth curled into an invisible arc.

"Where did you go to play today?" Mu Yueshi got off the horse, handed the rope to the porter, and took Su Qinghan's hand to enter the door. His whole body was cold, but his hand was hot.

"I went to Qingyue Tower and listened to Mr. Storyteller's story. I'll take you to listen to it when I have time. It's quite interesting." Su Qinghan smiled.

"What?" Mu Yueshi asked casually.

"It's quite interesting to talk about some heroic stories and customs of the Tianqi dynasty. Today I'm talking about the story between Tianqi and the Fengjiang royal family. I never thought that I could get so close to these palace fights in my lifetime."

"Fengjiang?" Of course he knew about Fengjiang, and he even quoted Fengjiang's water conservancy project in the first discussion of the top scholar.

"Well, it's about the marriage between the Fengjiang royal family and our royal family. I didn't expect that there would be so much entanglement in it. It turns out that the most difficult thing to live is the emperor's family."

Not only novels, but the royal family described in history books is also full of bloody struggles, the most famous of which is the nine sons seizing the throne and the change of Xuanwu Gate.

"Power makes people blinded by interests. As long as there is greed, these are unavoidable things." Mu Yueshi understated. He has seen enough of these power struggles in the three years in the court. Many people framed him, many People wanted to blame him, and many people tempted him, but he had no greed and was unmoved, and with the emperor behind him, no one could touch him.

Su Qinghan looked up at him, and didn't say much, he believed that Yue'er always knew more than him, so there was no need for him to be wordy.

There are still more than ten days before Mu Yueshi will take his annual leave until after the Lantern Festival. During this time, he is even more busy. There are many tasks to be reported and summarized for the coming year, and work arrangements for other departments. There is also a holiday rotation, so busy that Su Qinghan hasn't been troubled by him for a while, it's strange that he isn't used to it.

After dinner, a bunch of booklets were sent to his study again. Mu Yue, who just wanted to talk to her brother, turned dark and was forced to go to the study to deal with business. Su Qinghan's room was lit with a strong charcoal fire, making the room warm. Su Qinghan sat on the rocking chair wrapped in a blanket, drowsy, looking in the direction of Mu Yueshi's study.

After Xiaomei finished her manual work, she saw that Su Qinghan was asleep, so she couldn't help but shake him awake and let him go back to bed. Mu Yueshi walked in with a cold body, stopped her, and carried Su Qinghan back to bed.

The candle was extinguished, and the remaining burnt charcoal glowed brightly in the dark night. Mu Yue began to put down the curtain, stared deeply at Su Qinghan's face in the darkness, couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed his lips, tossing and turning, shaking Su Qinghan's face. woke up.

Su Qinghan snorted twice, opened his sleepy eyes and saw it was him, subconsciously put his arms around his neck, "Why is it so late?"

"Have you been kept waiting?" Su Qinghan asked in a low voice.

Su Qinghan was sleepy, didn't understand, closed his eyes and hummed: "No, wait until the flowers are all withered."

"Then I'll make it up to you, okay?" Mu Yueshi lowered her head to bury his neck, and ran her hands along his waistline.

Su Qinghan was terrified by the cold, forced to open his eyes to look at him, and saw the darkness under his eyes, secretly thought something bad in his heart, and was about to turn over to get out of his control, but was held down by Mu Yueshi's waist, unable to move.

Su Qinghan's lips opened and closed a few times, but Mu Yueshi didn't say a word of fuck, but Mu Yueshi covered her with a big quilt.

The next day, Su Qinghan got up with blue eyes, rubbed his shoulders, and got up to tidy up after cursing.

"Mu Shilang, is there any result in Mr. Shang's case?" Mu Yueshi had just entered the criminal department when General Han called him over.

Mu Yueshi frowned, wondering what General Han wanted to do now, and it's not like everyone didn't know about his good relationship with Master Shang, so didn't he know how to avoid suspicion?

Of course General Han knew, he frowned and sighed: "I didn't expect Mr. Shang to do such a thing so stupidly. I have nothing to say, but Mr. Shang's family is now trapped in a dungeon full of rats and insects. If the case is closed earlier, the sentence It's good for them to go into exile."

Mu Yueshi cupped his hands, "I tried my best to track down Ye Mingzhu that day, but she was still nowhere to be found. The Holy Majesty ordered that the case be put on hold until after the Lantern Festival. If Ye Mingzhu still cannot be found, the original sentence will be given. General Han need not worry. "

"Here, there is still more than a month left for the Shangyuan Festival."

Mu Yueshi still had a frozen face, and he didn't waver at all, "I can only abide by the will of the emperor."

General Han looked at his receding back, but his gaze slowly deepened, wishing it could turn into a poisoned knife and stab him in the back of the heart.

Walking into the gate, Mu Yue began to dig out the thick case file, pointing her finger at a line of words, her eyes deepened, it must not be accidental that Ye Mingzhu didn't match her account.

He is confident in his work, and there is not even a single wooden bead left in the house raids in the past years, not to mention the Ye Mingzhu, if it wasn't an accident, someone must have taken it from the beginning, or stole it halfway.

Who will this person be?

"Ma'am! I heard that a theater troupe and a juggling troupe have come to Beijing today! It's so lively, let's go and have a look!" Xiaomei ran in from the door.

Su Qinghan skewers bacon under the eaves. The bacon has been marinated with spices and salt for one night, and it is very delicious. It is necessary to hang it up to dry the surface moisture, then smoke it with fruit wood and orange peel to add flavor, and then hang it under the eaves to dry naturally for more than a month. , you can get excellent bacon.

In fact, if it wasn't for the bad weather in the capital, he would even want to hang a piece of ham, which could be eaten for a whole year. The village used to be fine, but it's a pity that pork legs couldn't be bought back then.

"I'm busy now, I'll go in the afternoon." Su Qinghan skewered pork.

"Then I'll help Madam, and we can go faster!" Xiaomei stepped forward enthusiastically, thinking about the monkey on the unicycle and the big man who breathed fire.

After lunch, Xiaomei took Su Qinghan and ran out. Su Qinghan felt like he was bringing a child with him. This little girl said that she would take him to play all over the capital, so he must be the one who took her to play.

The street was much more lively than the previous few days. There were jugglers, stage performers, and a dancer from the Western Regions. Many people surrounded her. The backflip caused bursts of applause.

The author has something to say: good evening~~~~~~~~~