When the fragrance dispersed, Fu Ning's Sanyang porridge was also successfully boiled.

Fu Ning untied the lid, carefully blew the white water vapor, filled a small bowl, and served it to Zhao Shuang.

Zhao Shuang sniffed lightly: "Yes, the fusion is good, my apprentice is still very teachable." As he spoke, he gave the bowl to Han Zeshi to eat first.

Han Zeshi took it and thanked him, looking at the ruddy color of the mutton in the bowl, the radish was crystal clear, the corn goose was yellow and bright, the soup was clear, and there was a little clear oil, which should be the oil stewed out of the mutton.

She picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, which was fragrant but not greasy, warm after entering her throat, and slowly warmed her limbs.

Han Zeshi praised: "Fu Gongzi has good craftsmanship! ”

Fu Ning gave Zhao Shuang another bowl: "It's the master who taught him well." ”

Zhao Shuang greeted everyone: "Come and eat a bowl, keep your warm hands for a day." ”

Rou Niang, who had been salivating for a long time, took the lead, filled a bowl, and snorted to eat.

Lin Wenyi was eating mutton, but he was making up his mind in his heart, tomorrow, tomorrow, he must not follow Zhao Shuang anymore!

He is a literati who can't bend Tianhongning, how can he give up the dignity of etiquette and religion for a bite to eat and drink?

He must stay in the inn and study quietly, waiting for the sixth uncle to pick him up.

After eating porridge, Zhao Shuang took everyone to say goodbye, and Han Zeshi left them for lunch.

Zhao Shuang felt that there was nothing to do for a while, and it was quite warm here, so she agreed.

Lin Wenyi's face was blue, what? Still staying at the widow's house to eat?

Before leaving after lunch, Han Zeshi invited Zhao Shuang to come over more in the future, so that she could do needlework and write with her.

Zhao Shuang was silent in her heart, needlework and writing were headaches for her, so she didn't want to do it.

But Han Zeshi asked who usually made Lord Zhao's needlework.

Who did it?

Anyway, Zhao Shuang hasn't done it now, he bought clothes for Zhao Moshen last time, and Lu Ji Cloth Company gave two pairs of shoes, and Zhao Moshen dealt with them.

Zhao Shuang said: "I can't do needlework, so I don't do needlework." ”

Han Zeshi hurriedly said: "The girls and I have nothing to do at home, if Miss Zhao doesn't dislike our needlework, you can take it and we can do it together." ”

Is this to help yourself with needlework? Such a good pie?!

In the ancient small-scale peasant economy, most people's clothes, shoes and socks were made by themselves, and there were few ready-to-wear shoes and socks sold in the market.

But why, why did the good widow of Han Zeshi's family want to do needlework for Zhao Shuang?

Did she take a fancy to my beauty?

Zhao Shuang muttered a little, although it is very good for someone to do needlework for herself, but it is not okay for her to sacrifice her hue, and it is still a woman!

So Zhao Shuang left in a hurry with his own people, and he had to reconsider whether he came to Lu Mansion in the future.

Fu Ning: Master, I'm afraid that your old man will be mistaken, people don't fall in love with your beauty, I'm afraid they fall in love with Lord Lingzun's beauty.

After thinking about it for an afternoon, Fu Ning felt that he needed to remind his master, who was not good at speculating on people's hearts. If Han Zeshi really used his master to get in touch with Lord Zhao, so that Lord Zhao had to marry her, and marrying a widow would have a bad impact on Lord Zhao's career in the future.

"Master." Fu Ning walked into Rou Niang's house.

Zhao Shuang was trembling in the room holding the clay hand stove that Fu Ning had pinched for her, and a few pieces of charcoal in the hand stove were about to burn out.

The winter of the poor in ancient times was really bad.

It seems that he has to hurry up and earn money to buy charcoal to burn the fire in the backyard of the county government.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Shuang asked.

Fu Ning sorted out the wording and said, "Master, do you remember the last time you made clothes, Mrs. Han gave Master Zhao's shoes?" ”

Zhao Shuang: "Remember, is there a problem?" ”

Fu Ning said: "Mrs. Han is diligently befriending you, in fact, I'm afraid it's for Lord Zhao, right?" ”

Zhao Shuang frowned: "For my father...... For my dad, what? "Is it my father's seven-grade sesame official, or is it my father's poor jingle pocket?

Fu Ning was speechless: "Lord Zhao judged the case justly and returned Han Zeshi's innocence, so that she not only kept her reputation, but also kept the property left by Lu Fugui." Lord Zhao is young and strong, handsome and chic, haven't you thought about the purpose of Han Zeshi's courteous friendship with you? ”

Zhao Shuang slapped his hand on the stove: "Oh, why didn't I think of it?" So that's it! I almost thought I was going to sacrifice myself! This is not bad, after your reminder, I think my father and Mrs. Han are quite compatible. Am I going to match them? ”

Fu Ning: I seem to have backfired.

Zhao Shuang's master and apprentice were talking in the room, and Rou Niang's shout suddenly sounded outside: "Miss Shuang'er, there is a gong outside to shout that someone has jumped into the river!" I'll check it out! ”

Jumping into the river?

Zhao Shuang was stunned for a moment, it was a cold day, why did he jump into the river?

But in an instant, I thought that there are all kinds of situations in the world, who doesn't have a hurdle, maybe at some time, a certain hurdle can't be passed, so I jumped down.

Zhao Shuang added a few pieces of charcoal to the stove and walked to the door: "Let's go and have a look." ”

When the two arrived at the Lanfeng River, a group of people had already gathered on the riverbank.

A young woman was being helped up from the river by several men, her cotton clothes drenched.

Fu Ning next to him whispered: "Master, that woman seems to be a Xiuxiu girl from the willow village in the north of the county."

Zhao Shuang took a closer look, and sure enough, it was Xiuxiu, and she was suddenly anxious, my tofu Shih Tzu, how could you not think about it?

Zhao Shuang rushed down the steps and held the wet Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu's face was pale, her stomach was bulging, her eyes were closed, Zhao Shuang touched her breathing, I wiped it, I was out of breath!

Is this going to test my resistance to blows?

White tofu, southern tofu, tofu skin, shredded tofu, edamame tofu......

At this moment, Zhao Shuang's mind was full of all kinds of tofu, and the tofu jumped into the water together, getting farther and farther away from her.

This is absolutely not allowed!

"Hurry up, carry it up!" Zhao Shuang shouted, supported Xiuxiu, and carried Xiuxiu to the road with several men.

Dr. Wang, who came in a hurry, hurriedly touched Xiuxiu's wrist, tried her snort again, and said regretfully: "No, Miss Zhao, this girl is dead." ”

Zhao Shuang didn't care what Dr. Wang said, and immediately put Xiuxiu on her knee and pressed her abdomen.

Water flowed out of Xiuxiu's mouth and nose.

After the water flowed out, Zhao Shuang immediately flattened Xiuxiu, pinched her nose, and blew into Xiuxiu's mouth, while instructing Dr. Wang to press Xiuxiu's chest and do cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Dr. Wang had never seen this kind of treatment, but Zhao Shuang commanded him, and he immediately did it. In her heart, she has already labeled Miss Zhao as erudite and weird.

The people around him held their breath and didn't know why, they really had never seen such a rescue of a person who fell into the water.