Yuanshui from the mouth of Jingyun River to Qianyang City in this section of water, the river surface is relatively open, and the upstream river water, by the big "zigzag" shaped river unloaded, the water flow is much gentler, the sail is hung up, even if the oarsmen are resting, the boat can be carried by the sail slowly.

In the scorching sun, Han Qian sat on the bow of the boat, stretched out barefoot into the cool river, and looked at the green mountains on both sides of the river.

At this moment, Han Qian can be regarded as being able to relax a little in Xuzhou, and there is no need to worry about it anymore, force composure, and even forget about the triviality and complexity of Jinling for the time being.

Han Qian also deliberately asked Yang Qin to slow down the speed of the boat, and walked slowly, more than ten miles of waterway, and it took two hours to reach the city of Qianyang.

It has been four months since Wang Yu died of illness, and the state capital has accumulated a lot of things to deal with, and the situation in the past few days is also extremely thrilling.

Back in Furong Garden, his father was still handling official business in the Yamen, but Han Qian felt sleepy, so he went back to his room to sleep.

I dreamed that I was tied up and dragged into the market by five flowers, and my limbs and head were tied by five horses with ropes, and the people who rode on horseback were Ji Kun, Zhang Xiaochuan, Liu Bin, and those strange and familiar faces who died under his hands but did not know their names, and then drove the horse to pull the rope, pulling his body away little by little, and blood spurted like a spring.

Han Qian woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and saw that it was dark outside the window, an oil lamp was lit on the bookcase in the room, and Zhao Ting'er was lying on the edge of the bed staring at himself suspiciously.

"Childe has a nightmare?" Zhao Ting'er asked.

"I dreamed that Ji Kun turned into an evil ghost and came to catch me." Han Qian said.

"Childe will be scared too?" Zhao Ting'er asked.

"Why aren't you afraid, I'm so scared!" Han Qian sighed bitterly and said, feeling hungry, and asked Zhao Ting'er, "What time is it?" ”

"It's almost time, the old man just came back to the house, came to see you, saw that you were sleeping soundly, and didn't let you wake up. I knew you would have nightmares, so I woke you up," Zhao Ting'er said, "Are you hungry, I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there's anything I can make for you to eat?" ”

"Wait for me to wash up and let's go and see." Han Qian said.

He didn't allow Zhao Ting'er to learn embroidery and embroidery, nor did he allow Zhao Ting'er to learn cooking, even if everyone in the world had to learn to make a few snacks in order to please their elders and relatives during the New Year's holidays, but Han Qian felt that learning these was too much time for Zhao Ting'er, and with that spare time, it was better to calculate a few more arithmetic problems.

Therefore, Han Qian didn't have any expectations for Zhao Ting'er's craftsmanship, and knew that she wouldn't alarm Qingyun so late, thinking that it would be better to go to the back kitchen to see what she could make for a full meal.

The two sneaked into the back kitchen, except for Guo Nuer and others who were patrolling the night, everyone else in the house had already fallen asleep.

When the world is reincarnated like a starving ghost, in fact, it is true that few people can live a well-fed and worry-free life, usually do not expect any food left in the back kitchen for the night, but there are still a lot of fresh vegetables prepared, and there are a few live fish swimming in the water tank - to prevent others from poisoning, and in the water tank and the well in the courtyard, there are a few live fish to be put in - there are still most than half a bowl in the cupboard, which is estimated to be minced meat and diced meat for tomorrow morning, as well as a few pieces of tofu and freshly picked fresh mushrooms.

Han Qian cut the tofu into small pieces and fried them in an oil pan, but stuffed the diced minced meat, mushrooms, and wild onions into the tofu cubes, and then cooked them with oil, soybean paste, and a little cane syrup, and the aroma quickly filled the entire kitchen.

"Which king eight cubs, and his mother ran to the back kitchen to steal food! Why can't I hold you bunnies! As soon as Han Qian put the stuffed tofu on the plate, he heard the sound of Han Laoshan's wife breaking a gong coming from the ear room.

Han Qian was frightened, and asked Zhao Ting'er in a low voice: "Is the back kitchen often stolen and eaten?" ”

Zhao Ting'er shrugged, indicating that she didn't know either.

Han Qian saw a small door inside, blew out the oil lamp, and took the plate and motioned for Zhao Ting'er to hide with him.

Zhao Ting'er was puzzled, why did they have to hide from Aunt Zhou when they went to the back kitchen to find food.

Han Qian said: "Everything has to be eaten secretly to be the most delicious - have you ever heard of such a saying, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is better than stealing, and stealing is better than stealing?" ”

Zhao Ting'er's beautiful eyes widened and glanced at Han Qian fiercely, but he still asked him to pull him next door and hide secretly.

Next door is a firewood room, the stars and the moon are hanging high, and they come in through the crack in the window, but I saw Mrs. Xi with her hands tied behind her back, tied to the pillars of the room, and her eyes were round.

Han Qian was startled, he didn't expect Gao Shao to temporarily detain this little shrew here, and then pressed his lips with his fingers, signaling her not to say anything - Xi Ying just listened to Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er talking in the kitchen next door, and thought that he was listening to someone, but he didn't expect that it was really Han Qian who took the little maid around him to the back kitchen in the middle of the night to steal food, and it was difficult to understand that this demon who kills people without blinking an eye has such a quirk.

Han Laoshan's mother-in-law pushed the door into the back kitchen, saw that the stove was still hot, and thought that the thief who stole the food had just slipped away in fright, and chased him out with a scolding.

Han Qian smiled, took a piece of stuffed tofu with his hand, Zhao Ting'er stretched out his little face, took a small bite, tasted the taste, and bit a piece of stuffed tofu.

It's just that the stuffed tofu has just come out of the pot, the corners are just cold, and the heart is still hot, so hot that Zhao Ting'er can't vomit, and he can't swallow it, he puffs out his mouth and blows there, and he is afraid of dirty hands when he spit it out, or Han Qian stretched out his hand and asked her to spit it out: "You are so stupid, swallow it whole if it is so hot?" ”

"I was with you in the room, and I forgot to eat." Zhao Ting'er pouted and said, reluctant to waste the stuffed tofu, picked it up, put his mouth over to blow it cold, and then ate it in small bites.

It was so delicious, Zhao Ting'er couldn't wait to reach out and take another piece.

"Alas, you take it easy, I haven't eaten yet!" Han Qian protested.

Zhao Ting'er embarrassedly handed the stuffed tofu in her hand to Han Qian, and when she saw Han Qian's mouth leaning over, she giggled in disgust: "Son, your mouth is really dirty, you take it yourself, don't lick me!" ”

Han Qian grabbed Zhao Ting'er's white and greasy wrist, ate the whole stuffed tofu in a small bite, and when he really licked the fat on Zhao Ting'er's fingers, Zhao Ting'er swore to the death and struggled to pull his little hand back, and raised his pink fist to knock Han Qian's head over.

Listen to "Gollum! With a sound, Han Qian turned his head and saw Mrs. Xi turn her face, as if she wanted to desperately resist the temptation of deliciousness, suppress the surging hunger, and seemed to be unable to stand the intimacy of their master and maid.

Han Qian also took a piece of tofu and handed it to her mouth: "You can also come and taste it, master, I will feed you personally?" ”

Xi Ying glared at Han Qian, unwilling to be teased by him.

"I poisoned this piece of tofu, and if you eat it, you'll be gone." Han Qian said.

Xi Ying turned his head, thinking that he had fallen into the hands of this dog thief, was he still afraid that he would tease?

"Feed you, don't spit on my face, or I'll strip you naked and tie you up in the yard tomorrow." Han Qian threatened.

Xi Ying couldn't wait to spray a mouthful of spit directly on Han Qian's face, but when he saw Han Qian handing over the stuffed tofu, first, he couldn't stay hungry, and he was afraid that this demon would really do the dirty thing of stripping himself off to show the public, so he bit the whole stuffed tofu in one bite and swallowed it directly, and he didn't want to taste anything.

"What a waste of good things, I won't give it to you!" Han Qian muttered twice dissatisfiedly, and sat down with Zhao Ting'er on the firewood and grass in front of the window, you and I divided a plate of stuffed tofu one by one.

While Han Qian put the plate back in the kitchen next door, Zhao Ting'er left the last piece of stuffed tofu and handed it to Mrs. Xi to feed her to eat to relieve her hunger.

"You feed her kindly, be careful that she bites you back in the future." Han Qian walked in and said with a smile.

"You are obviously reluctant to kill her, there must be someone who pretends to be kind to her, so that no one can detect her from hiding and stabbing you to death with a knife one day." Zhao Ting'er pouted and said.

Seeing that the little maid beside Han Qian was hiding this mind, Xi Ying wanted to spit out the stuffed tofu that he had swallowed, but he didn't expect the little maid beside this demon to be so gloomy.

"Who said I couldn't bear it?"

Han Qian walked over with a smile, put Mrs. Xi down from the pillar, and let her sit in the corner of the wall, it was not so hard, but he didn't dare to loosen the ropes that bound her hands and feet casually, he squatted in front of Mrs. Xi, held her chin up, looked at her beautiful face, and asked Zhao Ting'er as if discussing,

"You said that she has such fine skin and tender meat, if she is put in the evening Red Mansion to pick up customers, how much money can she earn us a month? No, no, there are too many beautiful girls in the late Red Mansion, and they are sent directly to sell themselves, and they may be able to collect more money for a month or two of freshness, and then those old men in Jinling City are tired of playing, and they will not pay a high price for receiving customers, so we have to package her, for example, pretending that she is the princess of Yiman who we caught back from the mountains in Qianzhong, then the boy in Jinling City who desperately wants to try it will inevitably line up to stuff the gold into my hands. ”

"If she hurts the dignitaries in the capital, won't it be a big deal?" Zhao Ting'er seemed to have a naïve face and seriously discussed this issue with Han Qian.

"We package her as a barbarian princess, then we only need to pick up customers once in three days, which is enough for us to earn," Han Qian said, "Do you remember that I have a miraculous medicine called Ten Bone Soft Xiangsan, every time I feed her a little, her limbs are weak and weak, and she can't even pick up a kitchen knife, where can she hurt anyone?" ”

"Is there really such a medicine?" Zhao Ting'er saw that Han Qian was speaking seriously, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Han Qian glanced at Zhao Ting'er and complained, "You sing a double reed like this?" If there was this medicine, I would have been a surgeon a long time ago......"

Since "Epidemic Water Sparse", Han Qian has paid great attention to ancient recipes that have been proven to be effective or very famous by later generations, such as yellow artemisia, such as hemp boiling powder. Artemisia annua was proved to be effective in later generations, while hemp boiling is just a legend.

Han Qian thought to himself that he really wanted to make an anesthetic in the current world, and he didn't know how much Yin Virtue he could accumulate.

From seeing Han Qian brutally killing Ji Kun, an official of the imperial court, in public without any scruples, Xi Ying was afraid of what this madman would do to him, and he no longer struggled along the way, made actions that would irritate others, and even thought that this guy was really going to kill himself, and it would be a hundred.

Hearing Han Qian say this, Xi Ying couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and was so anxious that he was about to faint, and now he looked at the two of them, singing and harmonizing just teasing himself, and he was going to faint in anger.

Han Qian saw that the hour was not early, so he stopped playing with rats and teased Mrs. Xi again, and tied her back to the pillar.

Back in the room, Han Qian instructed Zhao Ting'er and said: "Tomorrow I will tell Gao Shao and them, Mrs. Xi will change to the east courtyard to find a room and detain her, and in the future, she will be starved for me first, and no one is allowed to give her food......"

"Are you really willing to starve her?" Zhao Ting'er muttered dissatisfiedly.

Han Qian stretched out his hand and tapped Zhao Ting'er's brain, but as for the Stockholm effect and how to establish psychological dependence, he felt that there was no need to explain it to this girl for the time being......