Wen Qinghe left early. Although this place is not under surveillance, you still have to be careful everywhere, if you come diligently, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, especially if you bring San Lang and Mu Fushu with you.

An An is very well-behaved, watching Daddy walk out with tears in her eyes, and her appearance of not crying or making trouble is even more distressing. Seeing that San Lang was very unbearable, Mu Fushu couldn't help but hug him over and kiss him.

An An is not afraid of life, and he knows Mu Fushu after having a meal. The child can feel likes and dislikes the most, this big sister likes him so much, she must be a good person. An An hugged Mu Fushu's neck, and Shou Tao's head rubbed against her.

Before leaving, Wen Qinghe introduced the three subordinates here to Mu Fushu and San Lang.

This is a family of three, the grandmother Zhang and Wenda, who is tidying up the vegetable fields, are husband and wife, and the little girl who opens the door is their daughter eldest girl. He also told them that Mu Fushu and San Lang were his nephews and nieces, and they were also the masters. The three of them are all born to the family, and they don't ask much about the affairs of the main family. Very deferentially, he respected the two of them as masters.

Mu Fushu sent Zhang and the eldest girl out for dinner, and An An was brought by himself. The two went out without hesitation, An An didn't make trouble, and sat in Mu Fushu's arms to play.

Fang Cai's noodles were really unpalatable, and the two of them served them before they finished eating, Wen Qinghe was very surprised, and was covered up by them with heat and fright. Wen Qinghe also generously gave the noodles to Zhang and the eldest girl.

Mu Fushu knew that this was a gift for the Zhang family and the eldest girl, because at this time, things were scarce, and white noodles were only eaten by nobles. In this way, Mu Fushu was still a little embarrassed, and felt very ashamed to let others eat his leftovers.

Everyone is gone, Mu Fushu glanced at An An in his arms, the two-year-old child couldn't speak clearly, he should ...... You won't talk nonsense, will you?

Handing An An to San Lang, she walked to the bedroom separated by a cloth curtain, entered the space and made fried rice and tomato egg soup, cut watermelon and poured three cups of yogurt and brought it out, which was dozens of seconds later.

The two sat down to eat, An An had eaten just now, and when he smelled the fragrance, he began to move. Mu Fushu cut the watermelon into small pieces and put it on a plate, took a fork to him, and taught him to eat it himself. An An forked a few times but didn't get it, and grabbed it with his hand and ate it.

Mu Fushu and San Lang only laughed when they saw him eating, An An was crazy, and he ate more energetically.

After eating and drinking, Mu Fushu didn't put away the dishes and chopsticks in front of An An, but still brought them into the bedroom before accepting them, for fear of affecting him. Although his current language skills are poor, it does not mean that his memory is also poor, and many children's memories begin at the age of two.

helped An An wipe his hands and face, and asked San Lang to take him to release the water, and when he brought it back, he was already sleepy. At this time, it was about the time of Shen, and the child fell asleep as soon as he got to bed.

Zhang and the eldest girl came over after eating (now people eat two meals, Mu Fushu has changed the habits of the people around them, and the others still only have two meals of morning food), and when they saw that An An had already slept, they accused Mu Fushu and San Lang, and said that Lang Jun had ordered them, and prepared two rooms next to Xiao Lang Jun.

There are three upper rooms in this courtyard, and it happens to be one room for An An and Mu Fushu Saburo.

Mu Fushu and San Lang didn't say anything and followed them to the room. The furnishings inside are simple, only a table, chairs, beds, and a small low cabinet, but there are two windows, which are wide open to blow away some smell.

The bed was covered with a straw mat and a thin stiff quilt on top. At this time, there was no cotton, and most of the quilts were made of linen or silk fabric, with reeds or fur inside, and there were also poor people stuffing straw.

It seems that these two rooms are usually unoccupied.

An An's room has a large bed and a long couch, and there is a low couch on the ground, which is for the servants who wake up at night to sleep on. It seems that Zhang's and Daya are in the same room as An An, and Wenda should live in a side room.

When An An woke up, it was already dark, Wen Qinghe asked someone to send saltpeter, and Mu Fushu had already started to make ice, which was just right for the night.

Because I had already eaten and fed, but the time was earlier than usual, it was still very embarrassing at this time. Mu Fushu asked Zhang to take him to the front yard to pick a loofah, and prepared to go to the kitchen to make loofah soup to eat.

Zhang's fire, Mu Fushu found eggs in the kitchen, and pretended to take out some small clam meat and gluten from his "luggage". First stir-fry the minced meat and clam meat, add water to boil, then add the cut loofah and gluten, add some adjusted starch water after cooking, then slowly put the beaten eggs into the stir-stir, and finally add salt and chicken essence.

In the evening, all the big pot of loofah soup was eaten, and even An An ate two small bowls, and Wenda's family was satisfied, and looked at Mu Fushu with a shocked and adoring face.

In the evening, Zhang enthusiastically boiled a large pot of water for Mu Fushu and San Lang to bathe. The side room has a bathroom with a large tub inside. Mu Fushu is not used to using other people's use, so he came out after going in for a while, and so did San Lang. It provoked the Zhang family to be even more impressed: the water washed by the two masters is still so clear and clean, worthy of being the masters!

At this time, there is no entertainment at night, and it is almost time to go to bed when it gets dark. Tonight, there were ice basins in the two corners of An An's room far from the bed, and the children were afraid of heat, so they cooled down and made An An fall asleep quickly.

Wenda and Zhang were surprised and inexplicable. I only know that these two little masters took the things brought by Lang Jun into the side room, asked for a few large basins and carried a few buckets of water into it, and at night they actually conjured up several large basins of ice!

Although the two were surprised, they kept silent, which is the most basic common sense of being a subordinate: don't watch, don't listen, don't speak.

Mu Fushu and San Lang each put an ice basin in their rooms, saying that the room was small and not afraid of heat, and the rest was given to Wenda. Wenda is a taciturn person who only knows how to do things, and he is inexplicably grateful for taking two large pots of ice. No one has ever been able to use ice in the summer, and these two little masters are really kind-hearted.

As night fell, the entire courtyard fell silent, and the city of Huizhou was silent. Saburo climbed out of the window, and then climbed through the window of Mu Fushu's room to her room.

After closing the window, the two entered the space, washed and bathed separately, and then sat on the sofa to dry their hair. The ancients, both men and women, had long hair, and they were not allowed to shave their heads casually, but Mu Fushu's hair was almost up to his calves, which was really annoying.

Saburo knew that she was impatient to comb her hair, so he took a comb and a hair dryer to help her dry it first. The man's hair was shorter than the woman's, and he was half-dried until he was in the middle of his back.

Mu Fushu poured the juice and drank it, and said to San Lang: "How many people in Wen Shibo's family are here?" Would it be nice to take them out? ”

San Lang sighed: "Wen Shi Bowen Shi Aunt Wen Shi has two sons and a daughter, the daughter is married and is not in Huizhou, but the nephew was sent to them to raise. Da Lang has already married and has no children for the time being. In this way, if you don't count the subordinates, there are six masters alone. How hard it is to take it out! ”

"Wouldn't it be okay to stun them and take them out?" Mu Fushu put the juice to San Lang's mouth.

Saburo almost choked: "This ...... Isn't that okay? ”

"What's so bad? Give them some sleeping pills and let them get some sleep. An An can't take medicine, take advantage of the space when he is asleep, even if you wake up, you can play with him, how does he know where it is? ”

Saburo thought it over and thought it was feasible.

The two of them had dry hair and were a little tired at the end of the day, so they fell asleep on the big bed and snuggled up to each other.

After sleeping for more than ten hours, Mu Fushu yawned and got up to wash up, made breakfast and finished it for the two of them. Mu Fushu suddenly thought: "Let's go and see that dwarf, okay?" ”

San Lang was stunned: "Which dwarf?" ”

"Wang Yu!" Mu Fushu couldn't help but want to laugh: "I calculated it yesterday, she didn't know if there was four feet six, what is not a dwarf?" ”

In fact, people in this era are short of food and lack of nutrition, it is good for men to be 1.7 meters tall, and it is standard for women to be in their early 1.5 meters, but 1.4 meters is too short, especially Cui Chongyu's height is close to 1.8 meters, which is what the ancients said "eight feet tall", one is eight feet and one is less than five feet, imagine it! What a joyful picture! At this time, there was no bottom of the flower pot in the Qing Dynasty.

San Lang was doting on Mu Fushu, so he only hesitated for a fraction of a second before agreeing. The two changed into black sports suits and black running shoes that Mu Fushu turned out, and San Lang was surprised: "Why are these shoes so lightweight?" ”

Mu Fushu was very emotional: "You also know how progressive my era was, but it's a pity that I can't wear it out." ”

San Lang glanced at Mu Fushu, and said, "I will definitely find a way to let the eldest lady do whatever she wants." Why does this sound so awkward? Do whatever she wants, how willful is she?

Before she could figure it out, Saburo had neatly coiled her hair on top of her head.

The two of them walked out of the space, and it was the end of the hour outside, and everything was quiet, except for a few weak frog calls and cicadas.

This place is submerged in a large residential area, and Mu Fushu's sense of direction is very poor, and it is estimated that he will not be able to get out without Saburo. The two walked in secrecy for about a quarter of an hour, and San Lang pointed to an alley in front of him and said, "Out of this alley, walk a hundred steps north to the General's Mansion." ”

"It's the Pony House." Mu Fushu was still in the mood to joke.

San Lang affectionately pinched the slippery little hand of the eldest lady in his hand, and chuckled: "Yes, it's the Horse Mansion." ”

The two walked cautiously, as voices and footsteps were faintly heard in front of them.

Walking to the entrance of the alley, a pair of soldiers walked through the alley with torches and spears and short knives, and there were quite a few of them. It was supposed to be a patrolling soldier.

Mu Fushu pulled San Lang into the space, frowned, and said, "There are people patrolling, what should I do?" ”

Saburo thought for a moment and said, "They just passed, and they won't come back so soon." It looked like we were going around the house, so we followed behind and climbed the wall from the backyard to get in. ”

Mu Fushu nodded, found her old partner, the rope gun, and let San Lang carry it on his back.

The two followed the patrol, and it was easy to get to the outside of the backyard wall, and when they passed, Saburo took down the rope gun, Mu Fushu took it, and shot the head of the gun into a big tree in the courtyard, Saburo held her down and climbed in first. Mu Fushu smiled slightly, warming his heart for San Lang's action.

After the two went in, they put away the rope guns, and Saburo discerned the direction, pointed to the east and said, "We should be going to that courtyard." ”

If it weren't for San Lang's excellent memory and sense of direction, it is estimated that Mu Fu would not be able to find Cui Chongyu's yard overnight. R1152