Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 271 The Three-Day Covenant ([-])

The mountain eagle stood at the tent for a long time. Seeing that the qin and Tinghan didn't respond, he knew that he had asked too much. He respectfully rushed to the qin and Tinghan saluted, then retreated from the tent with a cat, and passed Lu Gang's tent. From time to time, there were bursts of laughter from inside.

"General Lu, the three-day agreement between you and the prince has not yet expired, why is the celebration banquet brought forward." The question came from inside the tent, and it was very blatant to hear.

"Haha!" The hearty laughter, Shan Ying could tell that it was Lu Gang, the reckless man: "The idiot prince is just talking, look at him these days, except for those who are lying in the tent and playing and writing, how can you see him? What's the matter, do you really think that He Shuling is a man of gods? With his strength alone, he can defeat the hundred elite soldiers of the Donglu tribe, haha, this is a big joke, I, the general, must be sure to win!"

Can't tell that Lu Gang is so defiant.

Shanying didn't want to hear that others were the masters who slandered him, but he couldn't ruin his business, so he gritted his teeth again and again, and took this passage as a deaf ear, and walked away with big strides.

The hundreds of jerboas that Qin Tinghan asked him to take hard work to catch were put in the cages he bought. The only living thing that can be seen in this northern Hebei land besides humans is This jerboa can jump more than a foot high. He heard from the soldiers who went to catch the jerboa with him yesterday that the jerboa mainly feeds on the roots and stems of the plants, and occasionally eats some small insects.

Because the jerboa has a lot of activity, its meat is very tough, fragrant and chewy, which is a very good appetizer.

Hearing his introduction, Shan Ying originally thought that Qin Tinghan wanted to catch these jerboas to reward the people in the barracks, but this time he let him release the jerboas, which really made him a little unpredictable .

The ones guarding the jerboas for Shanying are several trustworthy subordinates He Shuling. Hearing that Shanying wanted to take the jerboa away, they all regretted it. I left a few for them as a reward, and the rest were transported into the carriage, and released at the designated place according to Qin Tinghan's instructions.

Shan Ying released the jerboas and came back. The soldiers who were guarding just now had plucked the rest of the jerboas, and they were burning them on the fire. When they saw Shan Ying come back, they all waved to him. In the past few days, when they were catching jerboas, they had seen the mountain eagle showing its fists and feet. They admired him from the bottom of their hearts, and they all respectfully called him "Brother Eagle".

Shanying saw that his master had nothing else to do, so he sat down on the floor with them. The jerboa's body was covered with extremely lean meat, and after being roasted by the fire, there was a burst of meaty smell.Around the bonfire, I started eating meat and drinking, and I felt full after a while.

Shan Ying saw that there were two freshly roasted jerboas on the shelf, picked it up casually, took a jug of wine and headed towards Qin Tinghan's tent.

Qin Tinghan was still painting tirelessly, the north of Hebei was accompanied by the smell of alcohol on Shanying's body, and there was a faint smell of barbecue. He squinted his eyes slightly, and stopped the brush in his hand for a while: "You have eaten The jerboa meat?"

Shan Ying put down the flagon in his hand, found a plate and put down the roasted jerboa in his hand, tore several pieces with a knife, and handed the flagon to Qin Tinghan along with the flagon: "The meat of this jerboa is very good. It's delicious, master, you might as well try it." He put the things down, looked at the rat meat that was torn into pieces on the plate, and still couldn't get enough of it.

"How much did you eat?" Qin Tinghan held onto the drawing on the case table and said lightly.

Shanying didn't know why his master asked this question, thinking that eating one or two jerboas was not an unforgivable crime, so he confessed honestly: "The three of us ate about ten of them. It tastes really good. Why don't you bring Qingzhi and Huoyun along?" He just mentioned it casually, anyway, Qin Tinghan would not agree.

Qin Tinghan responded, sat in front of the desk, poured a cup of hot tea for herself indifferently, her cold eyes were slightly fixed, as if she was counting time.

Shanying couldn't figure out his thoughts, stood for a long time, felt a little tired, guessed that it was getting dark, said goodbye to Qin Tinghan, and was about to go back to the tent to rest.

"Take this thing with you!" Qin Tinghan stopped him, and pointed to the plate of roasted meat that had cooled down in front of him.

Shanying turned back, yawned, and was about to pick up the plate in front of Qin Tinghan when a sharp pen stabbed at the veins on the back of his hand, causing a burst of numbness instantly.

He instinctively withdrew his hands and backed away.Qin Tinghan turned over and came over the desk to threaten him, the folding fan in his hand relentlessly hit Shanying's head.

Shanying knew that his master's blow would mean that he would pass out tomorrow, and instinctively wanted to dodge, but he couldn't use the strength at all, so he realized that he was poisoned.

Qin Tinghan found out his situation, and when the folding fan was about to hit Shan Ying, he suddenly withdrew his hand, his thin lips curled up, and he nodded at Shan Ying who collapsed on the ground: "Go back and rest, remember to take care of the mountain eagle next time." Shut up."

Shanying struggled to get up, the harder he tried, the more he felt weak. His dark eyes glanced at Qin Tinghan with grievances, and then slowly walked out of the tent. It was really hard life for such a master. It's fine if you don't tell him about the poison, and let him keep his mouth shut.

Defense by day and night, who would think of defending against his own master.

After Shanying left, Qin Tinghan turned back to the table and spread out the scroll on the face, it was still Nanmenyue, this painting was very detailed, it can be said that it took a lot of effort.

On the picture scroll, the moon's eyebrows at the south gate are graceful and slightly long, just like the green and distant mountains.

Her eyes are like those of phoenix eyes, bright and clear, with green and charming hidden between them, her nose stands upright like a beautiful peak, with inherent arrogance, her lips are like peaches in March, very delicate and soft.

The more you stare at the person in this painting, the more you will feel lovesickness.

Qin Tinghan suddenly rolled up the scroll, got up from the desk, and was about to get out of the tent to breathe, but saw the creed left there by the door, he frowned, bent down, and picked up the rolled up creed , this position is the position where Shan Ying sat down just now, this creed must be his possession.

The slender five fingers twirled the creed, shook off the sand grains on the side, and spread it out. It was a long paragraph. If you look closely, it is the immature handwriting. If you look closely, the indifference in the deep black eyes instantly turns into coldness. , his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his black eyes became darker.

This is the creed just sent by Xin Falcon, Qing Zhi described how Nanmen Yue was counted into the palace today, and described it in detail.

Shanying is their eldest brother, Qingzhi and the others didn't intend to hide anything, so they told everything that happened, he knew what to tell his master and what not to do with Shanying's way of dealing with things.

It's just that Qin Tinghan picked up this creed, he saw everything.

　Thank you halfkitten for the two monthly tickets, okay.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)