Wang Blacksmith's family has a lot of things, and they are filled with a mule cart.

As for the house and land, it is impossible to sell it in a hurry. Wang Blacksmith only told the people in the village that he had a uncertain return date when he went out to visit relatives.

He walked so fast that everyone felt that his family had a noble family.

The mule cart was walking crookedly on the ridge of the field. Wang Blacksmith kept rushing to the road with his wife's complaints.

The swordsman was penniless, Mo Li borrowed him three taels of silver, and the swordsman gave it to the Wang family as a practice art. After all, he was away with his family and had many places to use money.

The family and the swordsmen who escorted them left together, and the yard immediately became much empty.

Mo Li slowly used the remaining firewood from the Wang family to cook a pot of porridge that could barely be looked at in the mirror.

——There is no way, only this little rice.

From rolling up the sleeves to setting the fire to lifting the pot, they were all calm and unhurried. I didn’t see him any effort, just a pot of steaming porridge was enough.

Meng Qi was not idle, so he went to the well to wash dishes.

This well is not in the Wang family's yard, but at the entrance of the village.

Several women and the young lady who were washing clothes in the house were shocked and couldn't help but secretly peek at them.

First of all, I have never seen such a handsome man. Secondly, whose man actually wants to wash dishes? Could it be that there are no female relatives at home?

Before they could find out the origin of this strange man, Meng Qi had already left.

The Confucian robe embroidered with golden osmanthus this morning must be covered with dust in a melee in the City God Temple. It can be worn, but it is not as conspicuous as before. However, no matter how it is, it is all the style of a trial suit. If you want to wear it, you must have fame and fortune, which makes the villagers dare not approach and chat with you at will.

So Meng Qi walked in front and followed a row of people behind him.

When he saw Meng Qi entering the Wang family's yard, he heard the neighbor next door of the Wang family say that Wang Blacksmith had taken his family out to visit relatives, and he suspected that the Wang family had rented the house to outsiders.

Lady Liu dragged her internally injured body and stood at the door with a stiff expression to circumvent the villagers surrounding her:.

"...I am Wang's old neighbor in the city... Yes, I'm a distant relative. The aunt was joking. If I were renting a house, we wouldn't have to say hello to the village chief and Baojia. How could there be any reason to move in in a mess? If you don't live for a long time, just take a break... When will you leave? It's either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..."

The villagers felt sorry for each other, and whispered for a while before dispersing.

A few women who were reluctant to leave and wanted to find Mrs. Liu to continue inquiring about the situation, and were turned away.

"What other powerful relatives can blacksmith have?"

"Ph, the dog's eyes look down on people!"

The woman in the village treated Lady Liu as a servant. Although she was unhappy, she also knew that her sister's daughter and niece were probably not able to talk about the marriage of scholars, so she cursed and left after a while.

Mrs. Liu squatted behind the door panel, complaining about Meng Qi's troubles that she had been trying to go out for a while, but she did not dare to show any emotion on her face.

To be honest, she couldn't understand. Manager Sun might send someone to kidnap Wang Blacksmith at any time. The two of them actually washed the bowl and cooked the porridge?

It’s not that people in the world don’t eat, but when there is something to do, everyone usually uses cold water and dry food. There is obviously nothing to eat here, but Wang Blacksmith’s wife is a good person who can live, and takes away all the things she can bring, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The kitchen is empty, leaving only the old bowls that don’t need to be covered in dust on weekdays, and a handful of rice at the bottom of the jar that you may have forgotten.

Why do you need to take the time to carry water and wash dishes and cook? Isn’t it good to wait for the enemy to come to your door?

No.

In Mo Li's opinion, it's idle, so why don't you cook if you have rice?

Whether it is the dragon vein or the number one master in the world, life will always be something you have to live.

“It smells very good.”

Meng Qi sniffed as soon as he entered the door. He walked into the kitchen and put the bowl on the stove.

"Where is the fragrance of millet that can be seen everywhere?" Mo Li thought to herself that she had not put oil into the porridge.

"Is this a question? It is cooked by a doctor himself, either it is a herb, it is neither bitter nor fragrant."

When a certain national teacher praised him, he never forgot to complain about the bitter medicine that Mo Li had survived.

Mo Li paused and pondered, "I'm not hiding it from Brother Meng, I'm actually quite good at medicine porridge..."

Before he could finish his words, Meng Qi held his right hand down.

Meng Qi was very calm and coughed dryly, saying, "It's too troublesome to put herbs on it. I'm already hungry, so I'm waiting for the doctor's pot of porridge."

So he picked two larger bowls and served them with a full porridge. Mo Li held one in one hand. When he came out, he saw the complicated expression of Lady Liu and said lightly: "There is a bowl on the stove. If you are hungry, go and serve it. You still have to recover from your injuries."

Lady Liu had no appetite at all. She guessed that the master would come soon with a more elite master. At this time, even if she had dragon liver and phoenix gall in the pot, she couldn't eat it.

"No...no need." Lady Liu refused halfway, and immediately said nothing when she met Mo Li's gaze.

Although Meng Qibing couldn't have the pot of porridge from himself and the doctor, as the Taijing Dragon Vein, he was not so naive - Mo Li had more opportunities to make porridge in the future. Therefore, when he saw Madam Liu silently and silently bowing his head to the kitchen, he still found it quite interesting.

It's a gloating misfortune.

Meng Qi discovered that Mo Li learned the most powerful ability from Qin Lu, which is actually to deter disobedient patients.

No matter who it is, you will feel ashamed from the bottom of your heart when you are stared at it coldly, and the pressure is so heavy that you can't even lift your head.

In this way, Mo Li has a more suitable position: Be a Master.

Meng Qi couldn't help but think that if they met early, they would become national teachers and doctors would become imperial teachers.

Mo Li is not those old scholars, nor is she like Meng Qi’s old friends worried that the prince would compete for the throne, so she only taught the prince to become a dragon and phoenix, and deliberately or unintentionally ignored and suppressed the princes.

The so-called "The Three Bonds and Five Constant Forces of the King, Minister, Father and Son" is because everyone follows this plan. The Crown Prince Chu is smart, handsome, civil and military, and is expected in the court and the public. As a result, the Crown Prince died of illness. These princes who never thought that one day would be able to sit in that position were ecstatic, but Li Yuanze suddenly found that his sons were all mud that could not be supported by the wall...

No, if Mo Li was the imperial teacher, the prince might not die of illness.

Meng Qi was so excited that he almost hit the table when he stopped.

——Thanks to the subconscious reaction of the master.

Mo Li turned his head helplessly and pressed Meng Qi to sit down.

Strangely, Mo Li felt that when she was with Meng Qi, the situation always changed again and again. Sometimes Meng Qi's eyes were clear and arrogant, and she could see through everything, so she could not help but rely on him to make decisions. Sometimes Meng Qi was particularly unpredictable and had to hold people next to her and could not leave at all. Once she left her sight, something would happen, such as wearing a faded dress could also make the master fool the state of the situation...

What's even more strange is that Mo Li found that he was willing to accept this situation.

I don’t think there is any contradiction between “unconditional trust in Mengqi” and “dream”.

After all, if there is only the former, it may not be that Mo Li has an extra person to love, but that there is an extra senior who deserves respect. The senior’s feelings are very far away, but the person who thinks is different.

"Sit down, this table is broken and one leg is not stable. If you hit it again, you will fall apart." Mo Li stuffed the bowl to Meng Qi and signaled, "If you don't have chopsticks, just drink it."

It's basically water anyway.

Meng Qi looked at the bowl and thought it was too thin. He had never drunk such a thin porridge when he was short of military rations during the war.

Mo Li sat down opposite Meng Qi and said at the right time: "I originally wanted to use some copper coins to exchange for some rice, grain and pickles in the neighbor's house, but I'd better see that you've been out and you've attracted so many people."

The villagers whom Liu Niangzi just blocked me were really eager to ask about the third generation of household registration, so he called a matchmaker to say he was close to him on the spot.

"Yes, if they see the doctor, the number of people coming to the door will be doubled immediately." Meng Qi nodded seriously, holding the bowl as if he was holding a famous kiln celadon. He also said while tasting, "A person like me and the doctor are not ordinary, and only by retreating to the mountains and forests can he be free."

Niang Liu, who brought the bowl from the kitchen: "..."

If the two people at the table were not drinking porridge, the credibility of this would be higher.

Meng Qi slowly "tasted tea", shaking his head while drinking, and sighed softly with his eyes closed: "The red sun is as scorching as fire, and the wild rice is half-baked. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and the prince shake the fan... Alas, which story is in this book?"

"Go to the birthday gift?"

Mo Li raised his eyes and he still felt a cool breeze just now?

Yes, there is someone on the roof!

"The prince and the prince do not know the hardships of the farmer, but the farmer also wants to live the life of the prince and the prince. The doctor and I were so hot that I didn't even think about the house, but there were still people who were full of plans to restore the country. Climbing the roof with such a big sun, judging by your attitude, do you want to continue to fight the second game?" Meng Qi drank the porridge with great pleasure and said firmly, "No, it's hot!"

The man on the roof: "..."

The man in the hat was calm and stood without saying a word.

Meng Qi continued to recite the poem: "First bitterness and then sweetness, the stream water, the world of happiness, the fairy fog tea... This mouthful of water is soaked into the heart that it is floating in the air, and the cool breeze does not change."

The moli wanted to speak but stopped.

Mrs. Liu leaned against the wall and was trembling. Hearing this, she couldn't help but look at the bowl in her hand, thinking to myself that if I didn't know it was a bowl of porridge, I would really believe in good tea.

"Doctor, don't worry, that thief is alone." Meng Qi was very interested, and finally comforted Mo Li, "We sent the swordsman, maybe it was his intention. The power to restore the country that had been accumulated for decades cannot withstand the major damage. Now I just want to lead us away!"

Meng Qi used his actions to show that he would not leave.

There is a porridge cooked by a doctor, but I don’t even want to go out.

Mo Li was worried that the man in the hat would be mad and destroyed the village and houses. Besides, they would not move here, and Manager Sun could escape.

Meng Qi winked at Mo Li, and then wrote three words on the desktop with his fingers.

Fengxing Pavilion.

The people from Fengxing Pavilion escaped last night. The owner Qiu Jing is not a person who suffers a loss. As long as people are mobilizing their hands in time to shoot back, Manager Sun and others may not be able to escape smoothly. Because the biggest and most threatening person is standing above their heads!

Meng Qi's face was relaxed, but his internal strength had been increased by 100%, and he could do it at any time.

Mo Li slowly put down the bowl and stroked the handle of the knife.

"Master Meng, we can talk." The cold and charming voice of the man in the hat came from the roof.

Before Meng Qi could speak, he hissed like a poisonous snake, and seemed to be a strange wind passing through the cracks of the rocks.

"Tell me, what about the dragon vein."

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