One old and one young, one big and one small, the two of them stared at each other like that, but they didn't know that the old man's acting skills were a little exaggerated, and he was not as good as Su Kan, so Li Shuangshuang was very dissatisfied.

However, the two of them were deadlocked, the people next to them were not idle, although the fish was salty, but it could also be eaten, the fried pork with tempeh was very good for rice, a spoonful of it was covered with its own rice, it was fragrant, it didn't taste greasy, and it tasted, it was very delicious.

"This tempeh was also brought from Chang'an, right?" Zhang Xiaoshan pulled Li Shuangshuang to sit down again, raised his chopsticks and asked.

"This is not, this was bought in the market a few days ago, the tempeh is easy to deteriorate, once it is stained with raw water, it is easy to mold, but the tempeh in Jinling is salty, not as spicy as Chang'an!"

"Spicy? How spicy is it?"

"It's spicy, it's spicy!"

"How spicy is that?"

"It's very, very spicy!"

"Oh?"

"Do you know how spicy it is?"

"Probably got it!"

"How spicy?"

"So spicy!"

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Well, the two women began to say something incomprehensible, how spicy the tempeh in Chang'an was, Zhang Xiaoshan didn't know, because she hadn't tasted it, Li Shuangshuang knew, but to what extent it was spicy, she couldn't describe it, it was just very spicy and spicy, spicier than Jinling's!

Meal time always passes quickly, this time there are more people and more to do, but it is still finished, everyone leans back, touching their big belly, small belly, very comfortable.

Another bowl of soup, it is the life of the gods, I have to say, Li Shuangshuang's cooking skills are still very good, although it is not good-looking, but it is delicious, and the rice makes people full of greasy, let's chirp.

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August 22nd.

One day was calm, nothing happened, basking in the sun, the whole shop, the whole yard, and the day passed.

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August 23rd.

Today's summer heat, the size is also a solar term, according to the "Seventy-two Candidate Explanations of the Lunar Order", "Place, go, the summer is here and stops." ”

Although the summer has passed, this day is no different from the previous days, because it rained yesterday, the weather is a little cooler, there are many folk activities in the summer, eating ducks, putting river lanterns, opening fishing festivals, decocting medicinal tea, worshipping the land lord, etc., but in Jinling, it seems that there are no such customs, everyone does not care, doing the work day after day.

Earlier, Li Shuangshuang went to the bazaar to buy oiled paper and small candles, and prepared to make some river lanterns later and put them in the river.

Because Li Congjia's yard has always been in charge of Li Shuangshuang, she can do whatever she likes to do, just make some river lanterns, it's not a big deal, anyway, she has nothing to do every day.

Xiong Da Xiong Er is still busy working in the shop outside, although it is small, but there are many places to be renovated, the ground, the wall, the roof, everything needs to be renovated again, and it is impossible to get down in three or five days.

The shop outside is being renovated, the yard can be delayed, the ground is full of bricks, a clean place is not easy to find, indeed, after the wall is smashed, the place is indeed much bigger, but not so harmonious, and because of the rain the day before yesterday, the rain mixed with the soil in the yard, the whole yard is muddy, it is really not good to get down, or you have to get a foot of mud.

In the morning, when he had nothing to do, he asked Xiong Da to set up a table in the courtyard, took some paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and prepared to write a letter to Roujia in Chang'an, asking her to send back the things that fell in the Proton Mansion, especially those manuscripts of her own, the books she usually likes to read.

The paper is the paper of Xisongtang, and the ink is Wu Songmo, all of which are good goods, which were sent by the last aunt, produced by Wu Yue, Li Congjia understood the aunt's heart, and told him to be happier and more comfortable in the second half of his life, but Li Congjia also hoped that as the aunt said, there was always some necessity to live, and he had to do some nasty things, and some people finally lived to become the person they hated the most at the beginning, this is life, sweet and sour, different tastes.

Lay the paper, look at this paper seems to have spent a lot of effort, thicker than the average paper, the color is darker, it looks less dazzling, the paper also has a faint sandalwood, don't smell carefully, really can't smell, grind the ink, add a little water, this is about to start writing.

In the past few days, Li Congjia has never written a word, and he is afraid that he will pity this paper, so he took the pen and practiced in the air several times, until he got his hands on it, and then put down the pen.

He said to Rou Jia, she didn't need any high-sounding words, just asked her to send things back, eat well, don't play a temper, don't make her brother and the emperor unhappy, and learn some other skills, and told her about her life in Jinling these days, she was very good, and told her not to worry.

After looking at it again, I felt very verbose, but I really didn't want to rewrite it, so Li Congjia melted it with wax water, melted the two pieces of paper in the envelope, and wrote it down with Roujia himself.

This letter still has to be sent by Xiong Da to someone, and Li Shuangshuang can't see it, after all, that girl doesn't like Rou Jia, and the two don't have any deep hatred, it's just that Rou Jia likes to tease Li Shuangshuang.

After writing the letter, Li Congjia had nothing to do, so he found out the oil paper and small candles that Li Shuangshuang bought back in the morning, and prepared to make a small river lamp to see the effect.

"What are you doing here, it's been a long time since the Mid-Autumn Festival?" The old gentleman came over again and talked to Li Congjia, although the two had a disagreement, but the old gentleman was bored, so he came again.

"Today's summer, the size is also a solar term, in Chang'an, there is a custom of putting river lanterns on this day, so I bought some and made it myself!" Li Congjia raised his head in response, but he didn't get up, after all, his legs and feet were not very convenient, and it was not convenient to get up and sit down.

The old gentleman took out a small stool in the room as if it were his own home, sat down opposite Li Congjia, and took the oil paper to look at it.

"What is the old gentleman talking about? Don't hide it!" Li Congjia looked at the old gentleman absent-mindedly and asked.

The old gentleman was recognized, smacked his lips, and did not hide it, "Yesterday I called Xin Ji to ask for his resignation, and this morning the emperor refuted it, what does this emperor mean?" You guessed it!"

"Isn't that a normal thing? You just scolded people on the front foot, and you are going to resign as a grass citizen on the back foot, this emperor is not a saint, there is resentment in his heart, I want to hang you for a few days, this old man, let you see this royal arrogance!" Also, scolded the emperor, only Mr. Su was innocent afterwards, although the old emperor was not punished, but there was still resentment in his heart, even if he was a great Confucian, he couldn't refute the old emperor's face in public, he had to let him taste it, this was frightening.

"It's as simple as that?" The old gentleman was a little unconvinced, a few days ago in the palace because of his momentary anger, he followed Fang Tai to say that kind of rebellious words, now that he thinks about it, it seems that he has fallen into the trap of others.

At first, I thought the prince did it, but then I thought that the prince was cowardly, he never had the intention of murder, and he had no plans, and then later, Li Congjia solved his confusion, behind this matter was he single-handedly planned, Fang Tai said bluntly, it was also deliberate, probably to arouse the anger of the old emperor, let him kill Fang Tai in public, Li Congjia said again, someone gave the prince an idea, let him invite the old gentleman to intercede, who this person is, it is not clear now, it is also this person, is the secret enemy.

Li Congjia must have investigated afterwards to investigate who was behind this, but he didn't say it, it seems that he hasn't found out the clue yet.

"But it's not that simple? According to the temperament of the old emperor in recent years, the old gentleman asked for his resignation, he couldn't wait, after all, he was out of sight and out of mind, but the old emperor didn't, this is very strange, like there are still things to use you!" Li Congjia couldn't think of what it was, it had to be the old man.

After the incident, he also asked someone to find out who was behind the idea of the prince, and there was news from the palace that it was the eighth prince Li Congshan, that day in the Taiji Palace, the eighth prince and the prince stayed for a long time, and someone outside the palace vaguely heard that the prince and the eighth prince were plotting something.

When he heard the news, Li Congjia was a little uneasy, how could he even involve the eighth prince, to say that the eighth prince is the person behind this, it also makes sense, at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the old gentleman refuted the face of the eighth in public, out of revenge, the eighth may also do this.

Because of this, Li Congjia didn't tell the old gentleman, he always felt that there was something strange behind this, according to the investigation of the old man over the years, although he was a little nonsense, and the king of Qi was a little bit unlike, and he was not a person with a city government, if he wanted to deal with the old gentleman, why bother to make such a big turn, besides, it was just a face.

"And guess what's going on with me?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have guessed with Mr. here!"

Looking at Li Congjia's joking tone, I don't know which of his words is true and which is false, if he really wants to harm himself, why should he save himself? Although he can't see through getting along these days, the people around him have distinct personalities and are good people, and he doesn't look like a wicked person? I just want revenge!

"Forget it, forget it, don't guess randomly, it makes people's heads hurt, no matter who it is, in short, a lot of age, what is the use value? When that day comes, won't you know, besides, isn't there still you? If someone else comes to harm me, you won't die without help, right? Mr. stroked his beard, and didn't want to think about it anymore, the top priority was to rebuild the Tang Book, and the position of the country's eunuch was hung there, after all, there was still money to take.

"Hehe" Li Congjiapi didn't smile, listening to Mr. 's words, it seemed that he had relied on himself, how could this be the danger in the future, he had to resolve it one by one.