Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Yuehua Mountain Villa has won the sacred decree and rewards. Ling Jinghan also took the children’s students in the first place. According to the rules of the country, they should be feasting for the guests. However, Ling Jingxuan was too troublesome, and Ling Jinghan had to prepare for the next year's township test, but he refused the banquet. He only let the old Song and his wife prepare a rare meal to send to their homes.

Then the family was as busy as the accident, and I heard that the old show was noisy. The daughter who had been married in the big house for a few days came back with a child crying and crying. Many people rumored that she seemed to It was taken off, because she never left after she came back. Ling Jingxuan only heard a smile when he heard this. Although it should all be harmed by him, if they don’t provoke him, how can Rui Rui Have a good time, do you want to shoot them? Everything is karma.

What Ling Jingxuan did not expect was that the late rice planted by them not only reached nearly ten stones per mu, but the rice made by the rice was also more fragrant than the average rice. Even Yan Ruiru could not help but praise the taste of rice, the family. Don't mention how happy you are, especially Ling Chenglong, you know, this is the only thing he has done. In the recent period, he is walking with the wind, wherever he smiles, and is the life-strapping belt. The old Zhou Zhengda and others went up the mountain every day to collect humus soil to topdress the rice fields, and look forward to another big harvest in the coming year.

To this end, Ling Jingxuan did not say much, the old man is busy with things, although he knows better than anyone else, the late rice can have a bumper harvest, rice is more than other rice scent, most of the reasons are attributed to the crescent spring water, however, As long as the millet is kept this time, the rice in the future should be the same and fragrant.

"Don't do it, I went to the kitchen a few times in the morning."

At the end of November, it was very cold. Everyone wore a thick cotton coat. On this day, Ling Jingxuan didn’t care about the cotton coat and the cotton coat. He ran a few coats in his thin coat, not only did he not get cold. The forehead was also covered with sweat. Yan Ruirui, who came back from Zhao’s house, grabbed him when he ran out of the kitchen. Recently, he has been busy supervising the iron fight. They have to eat time and night, during the day. It's hard to see it.

"Nothing to do, this is a special day, I have to prepare something."

Turning back and throwing him a smile, Ling Jingxuan lifted his foot and went to the kitchen. Yan Ruirui curiously raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but follow up: "What special day?"

"His son's birthday."

Everyone is busy, basically forgot, maybe because the children’s birthday is not important in the farmhouse, but now Ling Jingxuan, who has become the treasurer of the hand, remembers firmly, sending the children this morning. After he went out, he was busy, this is his first birthday to his sons. Don’t say anything else, the birthday cake must be one. After the last time, the two buns are not very good. One is not excited to see the money, the other is that the food is not fragrant, and this opportunity, he also wants to make them happy.

"Birthday? Don't you tell me earlier? It's too late to prepare a gift." Wen Yan, Yan Ruirui can't help but blink, no one has ever mentioned it to him. He naturally can't know the child's birthday, only knowing that it is The end of the year.

"Oh... I forgot, or you let the horses and horses go to the county to buy something, at their speed, they must be able to come back before dinner."

Entering the kitchen, Ling Jingxuan went straight to the hurricane cake that had been steamed on the flow table. But he tried the result of the morning, and it took a lot of effort to smash it out. There was another one next to the cake. The pot of refined cream, the decorative jam and the wild fruits that he took him to the mountains in the past, he couldn’t name it, but the taste was quite good, he was ready to decorate. Cake, and he also made a few small colored candles.

"You are deliberate? Is this a snack?"

Yan Ruirui gave him a sigh of relief, and his eyes couldn’t help but move to the circular object about 30 centimeters in front of him. There was a little doubt in his eyes. Is there any snack in the world that he had never tasted? But he didn't even see this thing.

"Well, this is a hurricane cake, you can taste it."

Said, Ling Jingxuan hand-digged the edge of the cake into his mouth, the entrance of the soft soft taste instantly conquered Yan Ruirui's picky stomach: "good, not sweet and not light, the entrance of an egg of the fragrance, can be Is this weight bigger? The children are not good at it."

"Oh... I don't have a knife. I have to make a lot of decorations on it. I can't tell you. You will know when you eat cake at night. You don't hurry to buy something? I really don't plan to send it. Son gift?"

I didn’t like to explain it. Ling Jingxuan didn’t bother to talk to him. When he picked up the chopsticks, he used a powerful shovel to hit the cream in the pot. This cream can abolish his hard work and extract it. He also lost his usual refinement. A variety of things, otherwise I am afraid I can only put some fruit on the cake to decorate.

Looking at the busy wife, Yan Ruirui suddenly could not bear to leave, could not help but hold his chest and leaned against the flow table in front of the desk. The peach eyes were filled with happiness and strong love: "No hurry, children. I have to come back in the afternoon, Jing Xuan, what do you say I want to send them? Xiaowen's favorite is silver, Xiaowu, in addition to eating or eating, or do I simply give them a red envelope of 10,000 yuan? ”

This is difficult to hide the ingredients of the game, Ling Jingxuan in the busy is a funny addition: "I see the line, the silver Xiaowen sees sure to be happy, Xiaowu can also want to eat anything to buy anything, but you are also good for one thousand two? It’s almost the same as gold.”

Whoever makes him rich, he will be embarrassed if he does not help his sons knock him.

"Gold is also a success, I am afraid that our family will scare the past, are you sure?"

Picking up an eyebrow, Yan Ruirui has no pain at all. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but feel black. It seems that this is really possible. When the emperor rewarded gold last time, their little buns were immersed in the thoughts of Yan’s, and they did not notice. To this time, Toru Rui really gave them a red envelope of 10,000 gold. He must not be scared to death? Maybe he thought he was going to grab the money house.

"Then you still give money, they are not lacking in things. If you don't spend money, you can save them as your wife. In the future, the habits of our family don't cost money. I guess, they will be jealous." The daughter-in-law does not need us to pay for the bride price."

Speaking of this Ling Jingxuan can not help but laugh, the last time they lent them more than a thousand two silver, he decisively gave them three thousand two, on weekdays, Jing Han Jingpeng and Zhao Hanfufu, even the young people will give them some money when Spend money, but they are useless, all saved, and now both children have become real small local tyrants.

"Oh... the son’s money is the son’s, and their daughter-in-law should give it, this money can’t be saved.”

The child's most important five years, he did not accompany them, or even did not know their existence, he will not be absent again, whether they are growing up or a wife, he will give them the best, then return to Beijing The first thing he wants to ask the children to seal the title, the one who gives them, he will supply them all in one piece.

"Crap, of course, I know that I can't save it, but then again, Xiaowu is not always clamoring for a stern child. You said that if Yaner is an emperor, are we going to marry Xiaowu into the palace?"

Speaking of this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but stop the work on his hands. It is not to mind if he is marrying. As long as the child is happy, he does not like the palace really, no matter how many emperors are in charge, in order to balance the former There are countless scorpions in the harem, although he believes that Yan children will certainly protect the little buns, but as long as they think of the existence of those scorpions, he will be all kinds of unhappy, presumably his little buns can not stand it? When it is time... It’s not time to go, the scorpion of the little buns is more and more like Rui Rui, and it may be a big kill.

"Do you think too much? It is nothing to do, and it is not that Xiaowu is only five years old. He is only ten years old when he is a child. Even if they really want to be married, my son cannot. It is the following one, Xiaoqi is unlikely to be willing to be wronged by him. With his favor of Xiaowu, it is not impossible to empty the harem. The emperor of the royal family of Yan’s royal family has no life in the sixth house. There is only one queen. There are cases to follow, and the courtiers dare not oppose it."

In fact, many people in Yanjia are very infatuated, but they are not strong enough, and the surrounding environment also makes them unable to be firm. Like the Emperor Gaozu, it is only one thing to look at the world.

"Yes, let's talk about it later, I am finally realizing that I am screaming at the parents of the world."

Wen Yanxuan, Ling Jingxuan turned and got busy again. The cream has been laid. It only needs to be decorated on the already cold hurricane cake. Ling Jingxuan picks up the long knife that has been prepared long and carefully takes the cake from the middle. For the second part, put the upper part on one side, and use a bamboo knife to make some cream evenly spread on the remaining half of the cake, then spread the red flesh cut into small particles, and then touch a layer of cream, and finally Cover the half-cake that was previously removed, covered with cream and then a layer of bright red jam on the surface, and decorate the remaining fruit on the cake.

"Well, the effect is not bad."

The red, almost transparent jam is covered with white cream, as if it is wearing a matte tulle, and the crimson thumb-sized fruit rolls around the edge of the cake, and the inside is decorated with other fruits. Ling Jingxuan thought about it, and picked up a few black fruits to squeeze out the juice and mix it with the cream. The deep red and black cream will be there. I looked around and didn't find the right thing. Ling Jingxuan ran out, not much time. He took a piece of pure white rice paper and walked in. He folded the rice paper into the shape of a funnel, carefully loaded the dyed jam, and then squeezed them out to write a small buns in the remaining half of the cake. Words.

"This is perfect."

Dropping the simple flower bag made of rice paper, Ling Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, and Yan Yanrui, who had been watching for a long time, walked over and hugged him: "I will have this kind of cake in my future."

"Amount, are you still a child?"

The brain is black, Ling Jingxuan is straightforward and silent, in this ancient times, he knows how troublesome it is to make a cake? If it weren’t for his son, he wouldn’t be tossed if he killed him.

"I don't care, anyway, you are not allowed to be eccentric. In the future, I will give us cakes with my sons every year."

Yan Ruirui, who is jealous, is basically invincible. Ling Jingxuan has to nod his head even if he does not want to, otherwise, no doubt, he will be able to bother him.