There are two holes on both sides of the red clay small stove, on which are tied thick iron wires, Gu Zheng carried the iron wire in his hand, put the small stove on the platform, added charcoal to it, and when the fire was hot, he held an iron tray, which contained medium-rare grilled fish, and the fish was covered with a layer of red pepper. The music section is the fastest to update

Mo Xiaohe sniffed, attracted by the aroma, she put down the notebook in her hand, rubbed her eyebrows, there was no bright light, reading a book was sad, she was too fascinated by it just now, and after reacting, she found that her eyes were sour.

"It smells so good!"

Mo Xiaohe cleaned his hands with warm water and sighed, in the mountains, the two of them were opposite, what they wanted to eat, what they wanted to do, their husbands were all dependent on her, free, unrestrained, I don't know how happy they are.

"Don't wait a quarter of an hour, wait for the soup inside to bubble, and then you can eat."

Gu Zheng held a large enamel pot for steamed buns, steamed steamed buns with fine white noodles, all round and smooth, with a cruciferous mouth at the top, full of Dengdeng, and a few small green pickles next to it, and a bowl of noodle soup.

"Well, husband, come up and sit down."

Mo Xiaohe moved the straw mat on the platform, only the husband and wife ate, but she was by her side to make room for Gu Zheng. Sitting cross-legged, with nothing to rely on behind her, if she is tired, she is like having no bones, leaning on her husband's arms and getting tired, Mo Xiaohe feels that this is a manifestation of the love of husband and wife, and she will never admit that she is lazy.

"The pickled capers a few years ago were still bad in taste, but now they are just right."

Gu Zheng naturally sat beside Mo Xiaohe, picked up a chopstick cowpea, and put it on a small plate, Mo Xiaohe bit a small section, tasted it carefully, and nodded solemnly at the end. She likes to eat capers, especially in the hot summer, she is a little bitter summer, and she can't eat big fish and meat, so she likes to use refreshing small pickles with porridge.

Make rice noodles, noodles, fried rice, add a spoonful of capers, the most appetizing, her favorite is still capers and meat filling to make buns, white and fat bread, a bite, sour, spicy and fragrant, she can eat three or five in a row.

"Then I'll make noodles in a while, let's make buns tomorrow and satisfy your cravings."

Gu Zheng remembered it in his heart, but Mo Xiaohe was happy in his heart, could it be that he could live in the mountains tomorrow and not have to go back? She is very eager to have her own space, but she is afraid that her husband will think too much, so she has not shown it.

"Almost, fungus and greens are pressing under the fish."

Sandwiched a piece of fish, Gu Zheng carefully picked the thorns, there are not many cold-water fish bones in the deep pool in the backyard, the fish meat is firm, the taste is delicious, and there is less of the earthy smell of the riverside pond, especially in spring, the flowers all over the mountains are blown down in the pool, and those fish feed on flowers.

Mo Xiaohe nodded frequently, pinched several chopsticks in a row, she was worried about her indecent eating, but her husband's craftsmanship was unprecedented and unprecedented, and he was a modern celebrity chef, not as good as one in ten thousand.

In fact, Gu Zheng's cooking skills are not so good, it's just that Mo Xiaohe is hungry, plus during pregnancy, the sour and spicy ones are exactly what she likes, and the ingredients are fresh.

"There is a place around the fish's eyes, which is the most tender part of the whole fish, for the husband to eat."

Mo Xiaohe was careful not to destroy the integrity of the fish, and put it in her husband's bowl, her eyes narrowed into crescents.

The two of them have never had the habit of eating and sleeping silently, and besides, the dinner table is the best place to exchange feelings, she told Gu Zheng the words she saw ruined the three views, and she didn't forget to complain, "Fortunately, the final ending is okay, otherwise I ...... Otherwise......"

How else? Mo Xiaohe can't say why, anyone can make up stories, it's a big deal that she writes a similar book herself, and writes the ending according to her own wishes.

"And what's the end?"

Gu Zheng hid the smile in his eyes, the people thought that the words were absurd, but in fact, there was nothing surprising, Mrs. Gaomen, even if they were trapped in the house, it was not that there was no chance for red apricots to come out of the wall, thinking of his biological mother, Mrs. Gu, he pursed his lips and was silent.

"That scholar has had enough of a good woman, tired of visiting the Qinglou, his wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as stealing, after he stole his father-in-law's concubine, he became obsessed with this exciting feeling."

Mo Xiaohe noticed that her husband was a little depressed, even if he had no expression on his face, but as a pillow person, she knew him well enough.

After thinking about it, Mo Xiaohe immediately understood, and sighed that he shouldn't continue this topic, but now he was halfway through it, so he had to continue hard, "The scholar stole a little lady from a butcher's family, was caught and raped in bed, and finally the butcher chopped off the roots of his offspring with a pig-killing knife. ”

The butcher is a smart man, he knows the truth of killing people to pay for his life, so he calmly analyzes it, if he just tolerates himself to be green, then he is simply not a man, he must think of a way to take revenge, put his life on the line for a, it's not worth it, why does the husband have no wife?

So, after careful consideration, he deceived the scholar to come to the door and let him become a eunuch, the case was in an uproar, it stands to reason that the most deserving of prison is the scholar who is the wife and daughter of the adulterer, and the people asked the county to punish the lord severely.

Helplessly, the scholar had already grasped the real power and had money in his hands, and in the end, only the butcher was imprisoned and tortured to the point that he was not human.

Mo Xiaohe has the upper part in her hand, and she hasn't had time to look at the lower part yet, for her, it is enough for the scholar to get the punishment he deserves, but in the end, it is the butcher's lady water-based Yanghua, according to the current man's thinking mode, the fate of the butcher's lady is afraid to be even more miserable.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, under the eaves, forming a water curtain, the scenery two meters away is not real, the roof of the house is paved with good tiles, Mo Xiaohe looks up, the corners of the house are dry, there is no rain leakage.

"The lady is reading the carefree "Biography of Liu Shusheng"?"

Gu Zheng put down the chopsticks, filled the teacup with hot water, and pushed it in front of his own lady, the fish was heated in the soup, and the taste became heavier after a long time, he ate a little salty, and he needed to drink more tea to relieve it.

"Husband, have you seen it?"

Mo Xiaohe's eyes widened, forgetting to chew the potato chips in his mouth, but fortunately, after boiling for a long time, the potatoes became sandy, and the entrance turned into mashed potatoes, but it was not difficult to swallow. After thinking about it, the husband doesn't take darts, he is too lonely in the mountains, and it is understandable to pass the time by reading the script.

"Yes, I've heard of it."

Gu Zheng moved his body unnaturally, and his already straight back became even stiffer. He not only read it, but also saw the author of the book worry-free Sanren, he introduced, "The lower part is about the butcher's wife, the butcher has eaten in prison, but there is a high hall in the family, and there are uncles and brothers, of course the family can't let her go, and they all agree that the divorce of his wife is cheap for her, so she should be immersed in the pig cage." ”

"And then?"

After immersing the pig cage, the story can end, as if the protagonist suddenly hung up. The butcher lady must be a variety of halos, no matter how many tribulations she goes through, she must support it before the end of the lower part.

"As the lady expected, the man who objected to her dipping in the pig cage was her man."

The family went to the yamen to visit the butcher who was in prison, and the butcher objected to dipping in the pig cage, because he didn't want to cheapen the amorous woman, so he discussed with the brothers, uncles, and nephews in the family, and took her wife as the object of venting in the family.

The butcher's family is a relatively wealthy family in the village, but they can't afford to raise a bewitching concubine.

"The butcher's mother was humiliated, she escaped from home, and on the way to escape, she met bandits again, so she was tied up to the cottage ......"

What happened, Gu Zheng didn't say it clearly, but Mo Xiaohe could think of it, she rubbed her swollen forehead, and scolded the eighteenth generation of the author's ancestors in her heart, can she still be bloody? It's just undisciplined!

"Later, the officers and soldiers of the DPRK and China suppressed the bandits, rescued the woman, and threw her into the red tent of the army."

The girl in the red tent in the army is not as good as the girl in the green house, whenever there is a war, the soldiers are stressed, and they will find the girls in the red tent to vent, and they don't know how to pity the jade, and the woman finally can't stand it, and hangs herself with a rope.

The ending was within Mo Xiaohe's expectations, so she was not surprised, this era shackles women, so after she saw the beginning, she felt that the butcher lady was more miserable than the other two, and it was so.

"Actually, there is a follow-up."

Gu Zheng observed the lady's face, and saw that there was an obvious question in her eyes, so he deliberately sold Guan Zi and didn't say anything.

"Can there be a follow-up, is there room for the plot to be reversed?"

Eat and drink enough, Mo Xiaohe pulled her husband's arm and coquettishly, to listen to the story, although it is unfair to the butcher's lady, but it is also the best ending so far, everyone who does something wrong must bear the consequences, which can be light or heavy.

"After the death of the butcher's lady, it happened that the butcher's sister-in-law had a difficult birth, and she died, and the butcher's lady went back to her mother-in-law's house in the first seven, and just happened to bump into it, and somehow, the soul was attached to her sister-in-law."

The ancients attached great importance to the first seven after death, and it is said that the soul will go home to see and say its final goodbye, and the butcher lady will borrow the corpse to return the soul. Mo Xiaohe was shocked, it was not that the story was unbelievable, it was the matter of borrowing the corpse to return the soul, which did exist, and she was also one of the parties involved.

"Don't be afraid, lady, there are a lot of such vulgar plots in the book."

Gu Zheng thought that Mo Xiaohe was afraid, and in order to comfort his mother, he accidentally exposed himself, but in fact, he hadn't seen it, he was on the way to dart, listening to the gossip of the rest of the dart masters, but his memory was too good to forget.

There are a lot of words in the book that are dedicated to writing about people's ghosts, how to be together in the end, or to fool around and return to the yang, so they made up such a play as borrowing corpses to return the soul, and the drama team often adapts the script, and the people have always loved bizarre and tortuous stories, which are very sought after.

"Where's this carefree person? Husband, don't stop me, I'm going to shoot him to death! ”

If it's good, the book is written as a stallion story without discipline, first the male stallion, then the female stallion, this is the equality of men and women! Mo Xiaohe stood up, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes flashed with anger, and the most intolerable thing was that because the script sold well, he continued to make up stories without a lower limit. "Fools know that when the butcher lady comes back to take revenge, she wraps her feet with the woman, which stinks and grows, and it is endless!"

This kind of script, and many boudoir women are reading it, can't it cause a psychological shadow after reading it?

"Lady, the writing of carefree people is worthy of appreciation, and she is indeed a talented person."

Gu Zheng's eyes flashed, and when his own lady was angry, he risked his life to speak for the carefree people. Now, Mo Xiaohe is even more popular, literati and ink writers, not good at learning, partiality to write such vulgar things, she has never heard of the seventy-two styles of the Spring Palace Diagram involved in it, it can be seen that the other party must be an experienced old fritter!

"Husband, could it be that person you know well?"

After getting angry, Mo Xiaohe calmed down and finally grasped the point, she saw her husband's acquiescence, and hurriedly asked, "Who is that bottomless, undisciplined color embryo?" ”

She must look at her husband, who is close to the ink and black, away from this kind of person with wrong views, I heard that the carefree people were on fire for a while, because the words were explicit, they were listed as **, and then the only ones that remained, were listed as treasured books by some people, and the price rose with the tide.

There is a prodigal son of that big family, who is wronged, and is willing to pay fifty taels of silver to buy a book, when she has no money to eat, she will set up a stall to sell books, and remember that this set at home is complete.

"Yes......"

Gu Zheng moved his mouth with difficulty, the world is big, the lady is the biggest, he must know how to make trade-offs, Gu Zheng calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "It's the eldest brother, Mo Huaiyuan." ”

Mo Xiaohe: "......"

It's over, the eighteenth generation of the ancestors who had just scolded the carefree people seemed to have scolded themselves too, Mo Xiaohe's face was blue and white, and he just wanted to cover his face with a quilt.

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!