MTL - Wonderful Life After Exchanging Fate-Chapter 22

The cherry meat was trembling, soft and sweet, Shen Fengming took a bite, and suddenly stopped picking it up, and went to eat twice-cooked pork, that spicy appetizer.

Sometimes, he also eats a meatball, which is tender and delicious, or a piece of wax gourd, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Yang Sheng prefers the plate of cherry meat. He thinks it looks like a beauty, delicious and delicate. It's... No, why is there only half of the plate of twice-cooked pork, and most of the winter melon ball soup?

He didn't have time to think about those sour poems, so he quickly started to eat.

Jiang Lin was very fast, and ran to the foot of the mountain in a short while.

A long-faced soldier was already waiting there. Jiang Lin knew him. He was the one who followed Vice General Zhao every day.

"Is it our lieutenant general, Lieutenant General Bao, and Lieutenant General Li who ordered the meal?" The long-faced soldier asked, then sniffled, this smells so good.

"Yes, 20 Wen for boiled meat, 18 Wen for fat intestines, 38 Wen for dry roasted fish, and three bowls of rice, each bowl costs two Wen." Jiang Lin said casually.

The long-faced soldier took the food box, boiled meat? Meat boiled in plain water? Can that be delicious? But why does it smell so good. He only thought about boiled meat, and forgot about it after listening to it. But it doesn't matter, Vice General Zhao and the others won't ask how much these dishes cost.

"Okay." As he agreed, he gave Jiang Lin two casserole pots in his hand, "Your casserole pots have been washed."

Jiang Lin took over the casserole, and the two hands were handed over, one went up the mountain and the other went home.

In a hall on the mountain, a general in armor frowned, his face sinking like water. He was Wang Bin who was ordered to guard the mine. When he thought of the letter he received last night, he felt like there were countless steel knives hanging on his head, and he might die without a burial at any time.

Qilinwei, Shen Fengming, that killing god... He really regretted agreeing to the sixth prince to do that.

But things have come to this point, he can only go one way to the dark!

"Recently, we need to send more people around the mine. Anyone who looks suspicious will be arrested. There is no need to interrogate them. Just hand them over to Zhu Liang." He said.

Zhu Liang was his army member and his think tank. He was a somewhat thin man.

All the soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay after hearing this, this order is very strange! But the soldiers just obeyed the order, and they didn't raise any objections.

Wang Bin talked a lot, and he didn't get up until 2:00 noon to leave.

All the soldiers filed out and hurried to the cafeteria, feeling really hungry.

Passing by a long-faced soldier, a soldier raised his nose, what is so fragrant? I looked around and saw nothing.

Another soldier stopped and turned his head to look.

"Come here soon." Deputy General Zhao greeted the long-faced soldier at a glance.

The long-faced soldier turned to the back, picked up a food box, walked around the crowd, and arrived in front of Deputy General Zhao.

"Don't go to the cafeteria, there are many people there, go to the tea room, there should be no one there at the moment." Lieutenant General Li also smelled the fragrance in the food box, and hurriedly said.

Several people went to the tea room, and sure enough, there was no one there.

The long-faced soldier opened the food box and the plate covered by the dish, and suddenly a gust of hot air accompanied by aroma rushed to his face.

The most eye-catching thing is the thing in the large white porcelain bowl, which is bright red and oily, and the tender meat slices are hidden in the red soup. There are bright red peppers on it, and emerald green shallots, all kinds of aromas are mixed together , straight to the heart.

This is boiled meat. When the long-faced soldier saw it, he murmured in his heart, wondering why the boiled meat was like this.

"This is for me, don't grab it!" Deputy General Zhao saw it clearly, picked up the big bowl, and put it in front of him, for fear that others would **** it from him. It's not that he loves money, it's that this dish is so delicious that he is reluctant to give it to others.

Lieutenant Bao looked greedy, but his fat intestines didn't look bad either.

"Brother Zhao, what's yours and mine? Doesn't my fish look delicious?" Lieutenant General Li was also greedy for the bowl of meat, so he took out his own fish and showed it to Vice General Zhao.

Dry roasted fish, the whole carp is served with diced pork belly, which is full of fragrance.

The three of them looked at each other, what's yours and mine, just eat it! Yes, eat!

The three of them picked up their chopsticks and were about to start eating when a head came over suddenly, "What kind of dish is this, it smells so good!"

At first glance, four or five soldiers were standing at the door, and they all had a very good relationship with them.

Lieutenant General Li slapped his head straight, he didn't go to the cafeteria because he wanted to hide from them, but he was still discovered by them.

Lieutenant General Bao yelled at several people, "Are you dogs? You have such a good nose."

Several soldiers laughed, there is no way, that dish is too delicious! Give them a taste first, and then treat them to eat next time they buy a few more.

After eating, Jiang Yunzhu went to the town again, firstly, to buy some ingredients for the evening, and to add some meat, secondly, since the three of Jiang Lin wanted to learn how to read from Shen Fengming, they should study hard. No matter what Shen Fengming thought, this was a rare opportunity for Jiang Lin and the others.

Even if I have money in the future, I am afraid that I will not be able to hire such a master to teach.

She bought another four sets of pens and paper, one set was for Shen Fengming, the price was slightly more expensive, and the remaining three sets were for Jiang Lin and others. As for her, she just went through the motions and just bought that in the morning.

At the end of the day, in the Jiang family hall, Jiang Lin had already wiped clean the only square table in the house, and Jiang Yunxue found a chair and three stools of uneven height.

The furniture that Jiang's family uses now is all left over from Mrs. Feng's move, and there is no set of things at all.

There was only one table, Shen Fengming sat behind the table, Jiang Yunzhu sat on his right hand side, Jiang Lin sat on his left hand side, Jiang Yunxue and Jiang Wu sat opposite.

"I'll listen to it too." Yang Sheng had been staring at this side for a long time, and seeing that he had already set up his posture, he immediately sat behind Jiang Wu with a broken stool he found somewhere.

"Uncle, sit here!" Jiang Wu thought that Yang Sheng really wanted to listen, so he kindly moved his chair to the side and asked him to sit forward.

The smile on Yang Sheng's face almost froze, "Uncle?" He called him uncle, sister Jiang Yunzhu, so isn't he a generation older than Jiang Yunzhu? Besides, is he that old?

"Just call me Brother, Brother Yang." He said.

"Brother Yang." Jiang Wu was kind.

Only then did Yang Sheng feel happy again, and patted Jiang Wu's head, this kid has a future.

Shen Fengming didn't seem to notice his little movements, picked up the pen, and started writing on the paper. "One, two, three... nine... one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand." Since it was used for keeping accounts, he taught them numbers first.

number? Listening to Jiang Lin and the others reciting "one and two", Jiang Yunzhu suddenly felt like returning to kindergarten.

At that time she was learning to write, even though there were grids in the notebook, she still couldn't write neatly, so she used a ruler to block the writing at the bottom, and the bottom of the written words were all flat, which was ugly to death.

Look at Shen Fengming again, on such a huge piece of paper, there is not even a contrasting object, but he writes horizontally and vertically, every word, and the spacing between each word is exactly the same, just like measuring with a ruler.

Jiang Yunzhu has also met many scholars, but few like him. She wonders if he is a bit obsessive-compulsive.

His hands are quite beautiful, with slender fingers and well-defined joints. There are many thin calluses on the tiger's mouth and finger pulp. It can be seen that this is a pair of hands with a knife. I don't know how many people died under these hands.

Jiang Yunzhu looked away and stopped looking around.

The autumn was light, and the birds were singing outside the window. Yang Sheng was very interested in listening to it at first, looking around to find something, but it turned out that Shen Fengming was only really teaching literacy, and he immediately lost interest.

After a while, he wanted to retreat. If he had the time, wouldn't it be nice to go to bed and sleep?

At this moment, he found out that Jiang Yunzhu's state was not right?

Looking carefully, he really found out the clues. She seemed to be listening to the class seriously, but in fact, she had already met Zhou Gong in her dream. This surprised him endlessly, sitting next to Shen Fengming, she could also fall asleep? Moreover, she is very capable, pretending to be real in class, if he hadn't looked carefully, he would not have noticed that she had fallen asleep.

He wished he hadn't met her sooner, otherwise she would have taught him this skill. Why would the old master chase and beat him every day when he was in class!

But Yang Sheng didn't know that Jiang Yunzhu had been tempered in the classroom for more than 20 years in modern times to do this. How could he learn it if he wanted to.

Yang Sheng raised his eyebrows at Shen Fengming, his students are not paying attention to the class and are sleeping, he doesn't care?

Shen Fengming's voice did not change, he knew that Jiang Yunzhu was just too tired.