General, Madam Called You To Farm

  Chapter 210 Fighting Fakes (Second)

  Wei Ting had a mission tonight, and went out again in the middle of the night.

  Su Xiaoxiao once again sighed that Wei Ting was busy a lot after coming to the capital.

   "The morning crit is gone again..."

  Su Xiaoxiao yawned, grabbed a small dumpling into her arms as a pillow, and fell asleep snoring.

   When it was dark, Su Mo came over.

  Su Xiaoxiao is cooking breakfast in the stove.

   Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised: "You slept well last night."

   After experiencing such a big thing, this girl can actually sleep?

   What is the iron heart?

   "It's okay." Su Xiaoxiao said.

   Can't be like a man like this, sleeping until bright, hairy and poor sleep quality?

   "Is your uncle okay?" Su Mo asked.

   "I haven't told my father yet." Su Xiao said.

  Su Mo nodded: "Later, it won't be too late to tell my uncle when he gets used to it. How is your great-uncle?"

Su Xiaoxiao cut the prepared dough into strips: "I watched it all night, and it's fine. The medicine given to him contains soothing ingredients, and it is estimated that it will take another hour or two to wake up. Have breakfast? "

  Su Mo came over in a hurry and didn't eat at all.

  Su Xiaoxiao said, "I'll make two for you."

  Su Mo... did not refuse.

  Su Xiaoxiao stalled two scallion pancakes and put a small plate of soaked radishes on the small table in the kitchen.

   "Are you going to the main room to eat?"

   she asked.

  The son of Houfu has never eaten in the kitchen, and he has never eaten the scallion pancakes on the street.

  Su Mo rarely showed a dumbfounded expression.

   He looked at Su Xiaoxiao and saw that she was busy in front of the stove again: "Aren't you going to eat?"

   "I'll eat this." Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the steamed sweet potato that was just served on the stove, "I'll eat it later, I have to make my family's breakfast first."

   "I'll wait."

  Su Mo sat down on the small bench.

  Su Xiao said: "No need, it won't taste good when it's cold."

   "Did you do it all by yourself? It's too hard. I'll pick two maids for you tomorrow. Where can you take care of a big family by yourself?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the courtyard.

   Wei Ting came back.

   Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders.

   He met Zhong Shan on the way, Zhong Shan's carriage broke down, and the old man was struggling to carry it by himself. Wei Ting took the firewood without a word.

   Wei Ting didn't know that Su Mo was there, and only saw him when he entered the room.

  Su Mo was also surprised. He looked at Wei Ting... To be precise, he looked at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder, seriously suspecting that he was wrong.

   Those who fight in war can endure hardship very much, but the suffering on the battlefield is not the same as the suffering in life.

  Wei Ting didn't start out as a low-level handyman. He was born in the Wei family and wore the halo of the Wei family's grandson. When he entered the military camp, he was a regular army.

   Chopping firewood and carrying water, the young master of the Wei family is afraid that he has never done it in his life.

   "I'm back." Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting.

   "Yes." Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo, put down the firewood naturally, and moved a pony to sit down at the mouth of the stove.

  Su Mo thought what he was going to do, and saw that he naturally took a thick linen and spread it on his right leg.

   His slender, jade-like hand grabbed a few thin firewood, pressed it on his leg and folded it. With a snap, the firewood broke.

   He threw the folded firewood into the stove and poked it with tongs.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Su Mo would have been beaten to death and he wouldn't have believed that the dignified young master of the Wei family would actually set fire to it, and it was so... so smooth.

  I don't know, I thought this guy didn't fight and changed his career to be a cook.

  Su Xiaoxiao put the lid on the pot, took off the apron he made, and said to Wei Ting: "Big Tiger and the others seem to be awake, I'll go and see, the pot is cooking porridge."

  After she went out, Wei Ting really took a serious look at the fire.

  Su Mo didn't have much contact with Wei Ting. Even if they met, they were lukewarm and hardly communicated.

  Actually, according to his age, he is twenty-two this year, only one year older than Wei Ting.

   "That...I'll try it." He said to Wei Ting.

  Wei Ting moved his pony to the side generously, and Su Mo sat down with a small stool.

  Wei Ting handed him the tongs and firewood, and also gave him the thick sackcloth on his legs.

   Following Wei Ting's example, he folded the firewood and put it in the stove, and then poked it with tongs.

   After a while, the porridge in the pot was silent.

  Su Mo wondered: "What's going on? The fire is quite big..."

   Wei Ting picked up the tongs, and spread the firewood evenly: "People should be solid, and fire should be hollow."

   "You still understand this?"

  Su Mo was too surprised.

  Thinking of something, Su Mo asked in a hard-to-speak manner, "Could it be that you are just relying on these...skills...to please my uncle and cousin, right?"

   "No." Wei Ting said boldly, "I rely on my face."

  Su Mo: "…"

  Su Mo was here today for business, but Wei Ting's sarcastic remark made him almost forget what he was doing.

  The neatly dressed three little dogs came to the backyard to wash up, and they came in for a walk by the way when they smelled the fragrance.

  Su Mo has been here several times, San Xiaozhi knew him and called Uncle Su obediently.

   Seeing that there is nothing delicious, I went out again.

   "Really your son?"

  Su Mo asked Wei Ting.

   "Ang." Wei Ting responded lightly.

   "Where is the child's mother?" Su Mo asked a question.

   He will not allow another woman to run out and compete with his cousin to be jealous.

   No matter whether he has feelings for Su Xiaoxiao or not, this is the dignity of the Su family that should be maintained as the heir of the Su family.

   Wei Ting looked out: "Here."

  Su Mo followed his gaze and saw Su Xiaoxiao who prepared a small washbasin for the three little ones.

  San Xiaozhi kept rubbing his little head on her body until it was too sticky.

  Su Mo took a deep breath, this guy refused to speak.

   Worth it, he checked it himself.

  Wei Ting didn't sleep all night, so he went back to his house to catch up after burning the fire.

   He has his own room, next to Su Xiaoxiao.

  Su Mo couldn't understand it. After all, these two people—

On the other side, Qin Canglan woke up.

  Because of taking the Anshen Decoction, he slept very deeply all night, and when he woke up, he no longer had a headache or nausea.

  The general's physical fitness is really good, Su Xiaoxiao took the sphygmomanometer: "You can go back."

"what…"

   Qin Canglan was reluctant to leave.

   But things haven't been settled yet, and it's no help for him to stay here.

   What happened that year, he must investigate.

   "Can I... go see your father and your brother first?"

   Qin Canglan has never had such a humble moment. He seemed to be worried about being rejected. He added, "I won't say anything!"

  Su Xiaoxiao closed the small medicine box: "Okay."

   Qin Canglan went to Su Chengwu.

   The father and son slept soundly. They looked fierce on weekdays, and they slept surprisingly honestly.

   Qin Canglan stared at him for a long time, his throat was sore.

  Su Ergou opened his eyes in a daze, and asked half-consciously, "Sister, are you going to sell cakes?"

  Selling cakes…

   His direct grandson... actually lived a life selling cakes in the countryside...

  Su Xiaoxiao came in: "We don't sell cakes today, you can sleep."

   "Oh, call me if you sell it." Su Ergou rolled over and fell asleep again.

   Qin Canglan turned his back to the direction of the door, and supported his thighs with both hands to support his crumbling body.

  Su Xiaoxiao put the folded clothes into the cabinet, looked at Qin Canglan's back and said, "Breakfast is ready."

  Qin Canglan raised his hand and wiped his red eye sockets, sniffed, and said in his usual tone, "Understood, I'll be right over."

  …

  Su Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship is excellent, and the steamed buns made by hand are more fragrant than those sold in stores.

   But the more so, the more uncomfortable Qin Canglan felt.

  The poor's child is in charge of the house early, if she is not a homeless person, why does she need to wash and cook?

   Qin Yanran can't even peel the corn cobs, but she is already able to do so many rough and tiring jobs.

   It took him a long time to find his own voice: "You guys in the country... that's what happened."

   "That's not it." Su Xiaoxiao.

Qin Canglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say: "The city is much more comfortable than the countryside. In the countryside, besides washing and cooking, you have to go to the village to fetch water, go to the mountains to chop wood, and go to the fields to pick vegetables. When the days are good, the pigs and chickens are fed, and when the days are bad, the pigs are not even fed.”

   Qin Canglan's heart was cut like a knife.

  Su Xiaoxiao continued: "Later, the family started making dim sum for a living."

  Qin Canglan asked in a daze: "Also... do you get up so early too?"

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly and calmly: "It's much earlier than this, starting from the third watch, the stall at the fifth watch, and the cold winter and twelfth moon, Ergou and I have trays hanging around our necks, and we will stop at the gate of Jinji... Jin... Remember, the biggest dim sum shop in our town. Ergou yelled 'Selling cakes—', 'Sweet and sweet wife cake—'. I'm fat, and I carry the cold. Ergou is thin, wearing thin clothes, with the back of his hands and ears It's all frostbite."

   "I asked Ergou, do you like selling cakes? Ergou said he likes it, because after selling cakes, you don't have to go hungry anymore."

   Qin Canglan finally couldn't control it any longer, and the hot old tears smashed into the bowl.

  …

  Su Mo arranged two carriages.

   Qin Canglan sat in a carriage in front, and he and Su Xiaoxiao sat in the second carriage.

   "What you said just now... are all true." Su Mo said.

  Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously, and realized that he was referring to his "complaining" to Qin Canglan at the dinner table.

   She said, "Didn't you investigate it?"

  Su Mo said: "It was investigated."

   Listening to other people's reports is completely different from listening to her own words.

   She didn't complain during the whole process, and she didn't mix any grief and anger, but the more she understated it, the more shocking it was.

  —How much hardship did he go through to be so calm when he mentioned it?

  Su Xiaoxiao told the news from Wei Ting.

  Su Mo frowned slightly: "What do you mean... Qin Che has most likely discovered his uncle, and deliberately found a pretense to divert his uncle away, and then sent someone over—to investigate or—"

   Silence.

   He didn't say the last two words.

   doesn't have to be said by him.

  Su Xiaoxiao also considered this possibility.

   "Then why didn't he do it?" Su Mo was puzzled.

  Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "Isn't this Qin Canglan coming? Do you do it in front of Qin Canglan, for fear that Qin Canglan won't recognize him?"

  Su Mo nodded: "Can you see what that person looks like?"

  Su Xiaoxiao shook his head: "No, Wei Ting said, he has been wearing a hat and covered his face."

  Su Mo pondered: "I'm afraid this matter is not so simple."

—

   Protectorate.

   Qin Che sat in the study all night.

  When it was bright, someone finally came to report—the old man came back.

  Qin Che looked at the light coming in from the window lattice, and suddenly felt a little dazzling.

   "Grandpa, Grandpa?"

   The little servant called out twice.

   Qin Che returned to his senses: "What did you just say?"

   The little servant was taken aback by Qin Che's sudden sluggishness with a strange look in his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Old, old man is back, waiting for you in the study."

   "It's finally here..."

   Qin Che laughed madly, and the little servant's face turned pale with fright.

  What happened to the grandfather of the country today?

  Qin Che brushed off his wide sleeves, stood up, and sorted his clothes in front of the bronze mirror.

   He asked the little servant with a smile: "I look disrespectful like this?"

   The little servant Zhang Er was puzzled: "No, no rudeness, it's good!"

  In general, the grandfather of the country only paid so much attention to appearance when he was in court.

   "Let's go."

   Qin Che said with a smile.

  He walked to Qin Canglan's study with a dashing pace.

   The bag on Qin Canglan's forehead hasn't faded away, but it was Su Chengyi's stick that hit him.

   Qin Che respectfully bowed: "Father."

   Qin Canglan said to the servants in the room, "You all step back!"

"Yes."

   Everyone obediently backed out, and the last one did not forget to close the door for the two of them.

   Qin Canglan is not a person who likes to be around the bush. This is probably a common problem of many generals. He is too upright and disdains to play tricks.

  Except for war.

   Qin Canglan sat down in the main seat, and his eyes fell coldly on Qin Che's face.

   "Don't call me father, I already know."

  Boom—

   Qin Che's brain rang out with a thunderous explosion.

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   (end of this chapter)