Wang Li knows very well how much Meng Yue is incomprehensible, just as Meng Yue knows how incommiscible Wang Li was before, the two of them are actually quite understanding, but their customs are not on the same level. Wang Li is an indigenous in the end, and his customs are more subtle, Meng Yue is a traverser, and his customs are more unrestrained.

After entering the long-term flavor house, Wang Li laughed out loud, this incomprehensible Xiao Tiantian is like this, she just doesn't understand the amorous style, and it also makes people angry and funny: "It's a good scenery for each other, and the taste is long every year." ”

Meng Yue was taught by Lu Chuying, but he didn't misunderstand, but got Wang Li's style: "It's a pity that I can't write poems, otherwise I should write a poem back to you." ”

"You don't have to, it's good to be affectionate. ”

Helping Meng Yue into the house and sitting down, Wang Li took off his hijab and asked Meng Yue if he was hungry. Wang Li ordered someone to cook silver silk chicken noodle soup for Meng Yue, and also called for the cleaned tender shepherd's cabbage, which was Meng Yue's new favorite.

"I still have to go to the front to accompany the wine, you stay here for a while, Lu Bing will come over to talk to you later, chasing the wind and fat Da They are also in the yard. Even the maids who were waiting for him were all familiar to Meng Yue, and Wang Li tried his best to make Meng Yue not a little rusty.

"Okay, don't drink too much. ”

Wang Li looked at Meng Yue with a smile, and when he walked to the threshold, he looked back and said, "I won't drink too much, I'm afraid I will miss the night." ”

Meng Yue: This is teasing me, right? A newly married man has a wind at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes...... Disturb!

Xia Jiang Bairui waited for Wang Li to come in when he left the courtyard gate, and brought four dogs in, the four dogs often come to this house, the environment is very familiar, as soon as they come in, they lie on the floor mat made of coarse linen, and they are lying side by side. Even though he loves his senior brother and is already married, Meng Yue is still kind when he sees the four dogs next to Wang Li looking so obedient.

"Your master is me, I'm me, you're me, you know you're going to lose me like this?"

Four Dogs: Wang ......

It's good to lose early.

Sometimes Meng Yue really wants to find a cauldron and ask the four dogs whether they prefer steamed braised or stewed sauce, but the way the four dogs look at her in unison still makes her cute. couldn't help but squat on the ground and smooth the four dogs all over before washing her hands and eating noodles with satisfaction, the chef of the pan garden had already been ordered to inquire about her taste preferences, and naturally how to eat and how to satisfy her appetite. Light and flavorful, the toppings are sufficient, the chili oil is white sesame, slightly spicy, there are a lot of green onions, and the shepherd's cabbage has just been broken, which is extremely refreshing.

After eating the noodles, Meng Yue couldn't help but laugh lowly: "He's really good, isn't it, no wonder you love to find him, this person is really careful! ”

"No, no, no, I still have to do something real, Taizu Zhuyu is in front, I want to be too wasteful, don't I lose his face." Meng Yue said, seeing that it was still early, she simply asked Xia Jiang to take the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and cleared out a bookcase, and on the red candle in the room, she recalled the machine she had seen at her grandmother's house that was driven by pedals and threshing rice.

After Empress Xiao saved up knitting fabrics and told Meng Yue that she was going to vigorously promote sewing machines this year, Meng Yue put this matter aside and was ready to get married. I don't want to, I met Emperor Xuanqing, a ticket friend in Delin's class, Zhu Mansheng and a farmer Han Kan Dashan, a farmer just a few years ago in Waibo contracted thousands of acres of fertile land to grow rice, so he is also a local tyrant.

Everything is good, that is, most of the people of the Ming Dynasty do not fall in love with foreign workers, and planting rice from sowing to harvesting requires intensive labor. In the past two years, the Ministry of Industry has also vigorously studied rice transplanters and harvesters, not to mention rice transplanters, harvesters have already had eyebrows, in this era, it is very difficult to be fully automatic, but semi-automatic is easy, and the labor efficiency is increased by three or five times as if playing.

Now the Ministry of Industry is pondering the rice transplanting machine, but the farmer said: "Rice transplanting machine is naturally necessary, but the thresher is more important now, and the work spent on threshing is much more than rice transplanting." ”

After that, Meng Yue was pondering the foot-operated rice thresher, but unfortunately she was a person who had only seen pigs from afar, that is, she had never seen pigs run or eaten pork. However, Meng Yue remembered very well which was the core component of the thresher yesterday, which was the round wood and iron drum in the middle.

When Wang Li returned to the cave room, what he saw was not Meng Yue, who was waiting for him with anticipation, but Meng Yue, who was meditating under the red candle and detaching himself from the specific structure of the machine. When I looked closer, I saw that there were some incomprehensible drawings, and there was a four-fold wooden bucket in the rough, and a round one, nailed together in a barrel shape, and covered with N-shaped iron wire or steel wire.

"What are you painting?" In fact, Wang Li was a little expectant, and thought she was painting the Spring Palace, but it turned out that she couldn't understand anything, it seemed to be a mechanical thing.

"Rice threshing machine, it's still an idea, Taizu mentioned a few words, I tried to draw it according to Taizu's description, but it's a pity...... It seems like it's hard. Meng Yue didn't realize that she was in the cave room, and she completely felt that this was her studio in Meng Yuan, and Wang Li walked in, which was no different from usual.

This environment, she is really too familiar, Wang Li tried her best to let her not have any alienation and discomfort, it can be seen that she really regards this place as her home without any obstacles, the speed is so fast, Meng Yue reacted by himself, and he was extremely surprised. After Meng Yue reacted, he looked at Wang Li embarrassedly, coughed dryly, dropped the sentence "I'll go wash up" and ran away.

Leaving Wang Li still funny and angry in the cave room, he helped Meng Yue put away all the manuscript paper and press it under the paperweight, so Wang Li took off his coat and chased Xiao Tiantian's footsteps away. In the bathroom, there is a bath that was repaired last winter, and the design of the bath cost a lot of thought, Wang Li said that it was convenient for Meng Yue to soak in the winter after Mengyue, and he didn't have to go outside, and he could soak in his own home. In fact, Wang Li is for himself, for himself, who asked Meng Yue to paint a very classic scene of the Spring Palace - the flowers are scented with strong water, and the pool is warm and bathing with mandarin ducks.

Sooner or later, a man, he will die on the death he once did, and sooner or later he will fall into the pit which he once dug himself.

Meng Yue, who didn't know how many pits he had dug for himself, was happily soaking in a pool about forty centimeters deep. The well-warmed bath is full of flower petals, and it seems that the petals have been carefully selected, and there is no trace of bump and damage.

The moisture and the messy pictures in his mind made Meng Yue already red as a boiled shrimp from head to toe before Wang Li came in, just waiting for Wang Li, a gourmet, to come in and taste it. When Wang Li squatted down by the pool, Meng Yue came back to her senses, looked up and saw that it was Wang Li, and she almost subconsciously wanted to shout for help. Fortunately, she quickly reacted, this is her husband who just got married today, if she really shouts for help, then ...... It's embarrassing.

Wang Li: Even if you don't shout, judging from the shape of your mouth just now, I can guess what you want to shout!

Meng Yue: "It's terrible for you to laugh like this, I'm a delicate flower......

"Well, I won't pity you just because you're a delicate flower!"

Mengyo: ......

So, what kind of mentality did she have when she wrote "Mu Chunling"?