"Sick bed Mingzhi poem." Zuo Wen said, and read the heavenly spirit in the public hall to Song word for word.

"Celestial !!" Lord Song shouted.

"Hey! Lord Song, take it easy, your body is weaker than me, a person from the Kidney Punishment Division, be careful not to hurt your vitality. Tianling grinned at Song, "I'll go and serve you medicine!" ”

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, the outside was full of people who were watching outside the public hall before, "Little adult, we are here to visit Lord Song, and we are also here to apologize." ”

The Celestial Spirit smiled, turned sideways, and let them in.

After the people left, Song Ke, who had a pale old face, got up from the bed with a vague step, grinned at the table and began to look at the topographic map, chattering about how to build the soil here and how to yard the stones there.

Tian Ling looked at his figure and took a sip gently, what a hard life of being a cow and a horse!

turned around and ordered his subordinates to stew the hundred-year-old ginseng he had just bought on the street and send it to Lord Song.

As for the county guard of Jiangshan County, Tianling called Qiao Mianzhi and asked him to keep an eye on the movements of the mansion, especially the safety of those merchants.

Tianling was in the public court at the time, only asked a sentence about the behind-the-scenes commander, Liang Yangde was beaten half to death, Tianling was kind-hearted in the end, so when the Jiangshan County guards were in a panic and dragged those merchants down, they did not stop it, the truth has been revealed, and the crimes they committed were handed over to the laws of Dawei.

And the person standing behind him, Tian Ling had already guessed seven or eight points.

There are very few people who can make such a feudal official as a county guard bow down and obey orders, and at the same time have a grudge against the heavenly spirits, then there is only one person left - be the left minister!

The senior member of the court who was cut off by the heavenly spirits.

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On the winter solstice, the Pingjing Jiangshan official road that has gone through twists and turns has finally begun!

According to custom, mutton is to be eaten on this day, but Song is devoted to the construction of official roads and does not pay attention to these.

After Zuo Wen saw that Lord Song was safe, he had already set off to return to Beijing early in the morning, and now the affairs of the store were inseparable from him, and after talking with Tianling, he also wanted to go back as soon as possible to see how the business in the store would be carried out in the future, and more importantly, Mrs. Song was still waiting for him in the capital to bring back the news of Lord Song.

Tianling was busy cleaning up the aftermath of this case, so he went to the Jiangshan County Mansion to find some trouble for the county guard, and forgot about it.

Only the idle two feet have no place to put the eighth prince, ran to the street to drink a bowl of hot mutton soup, but the mutton soup entrance, the eighth prince was extremely disappointed, this soup drinking, why is the taste not as delicious as a pair of roasted chicken wings?

In the end, the eighth prince, who was not wronged at all, called the store, asked for a large piece of fresh mutton, and ordered him to send it to the place where Tianling lived, and then continued to shop with his hands behind his back.

In the evening, Song Ke, who came back from the construction site of the official road, and Tianling, who had finished looking for trouble with the county guard, looked at the fresh mutton in front of them, one eye glowing red and the other glowing green!

"Lamb!" Lord Song's mouth only dared to open half open, for fear that Zhang Yuan's saliva would flow out.

"Make a fire!" Tianling was no better, looking at the fresh mutton and shouting, "Eat hot pot!" ”

"What is hot pot?" The Eighth Prince appeared behind the Heavenly Spirit and asked out loud.

Tianling was taken aback by the elusive Eighth Prince, but at the moment of the food, Tianling didn't care about it, and explained with a smile, "It's a kind of food, but because this kind of food is not ready to be served on the table, but needs to be put around the pot on the stove and eaten while cooking, so it's called hot pot." ”

"This king thinks that he has tasted all the food of the north and south of the country, why hasn't he heard of this?" The eighth prince continued, "There is also cooking and eating here, it shouldn't be a delicate way to eat, forget it, don't waste this good ingredient." ”

The eighth prince said, stretched out his hand to take the mutton away.

"Don't!" Heavenly Spirit stretched out his hand to stop the Eighth Prince, "Lord, do you know what is the most interesting thing in life?" ”

"What?" The eighth prince looked at the heavenly spirit that stopped him for a long time.

"It's about trying!" Tian Ling nodded heavily, "Especially in the matter of eating, trying often makes you have a lot of fun!" ”

Lord Song on the side had no patience to wait for the two people to come up with a result, and when he saw that the eighth prince was stopped by the heavenly spirit, he quickly picked up the mutton and ran, shouting as he ran, "Come on, set up a pot and boil water!" ”

Just kidding, how can the lamb in hand let it fly?

"Then try it, if it doesn't taste good, you will buy this mutton." The Eighth Prince nodded Tianling's forehead, "I bought it for a lot of money." ”

"Rest assured!" Tianling smiled brightly, "I guarantee that the prince can't stop for a while." ”

Because he didn't find a suitable stove, Lord Song rolled up his sleeves, gave full play to his professional expertise, and asked people to move a few bricks over, and directly built a tailor-made small stove for the pot brought up by his subordinates in the courtyard.

"Lord Song, I suddenly remembered, did you still make a poem?" Tianling squatted next to him and watched Lord Song build the stove, and asked out loud.

"Here you go again! I haven't settled accounts with you last time! Lord Song raised the brick in his hand, "Give you a chance, think about it." ”

"Ahh It was I who suddenly remembered that when you returned to Pingjing from Jiangzhou, I had a poem I wanted to give you, but I never had the opportunity, and then I forgot about it. Tianling tiptoed back to the side, "When I saw this mutton today, I suddenly remembered it again." ”

"Really? Read it aloud and listen to it. Lord Song said coolly.

"Pingjing 901 sheep, how dare you buy and taste it, only fish and shrimp are used for two meals, and the belly is used as a small pond." Tian Ling thought about it, turned around and ran to the kitchen, "You don't blame me for the slurry in your little pond!" ”

"Naughty!" Lord Song shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and continued to build bricks.

And the eighth prince looked at the back of Tianling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tian Ling took advantage of the time and ran to the kitchen to fry a simple hot pot soup base, because considering that Lord Song was in good health, he was afraid that Lord Song's stomach would not be able to stand it, so Tian Ling did not dare to put more chili peppers.

"What did you eat? So fragrant! As soon as Qiao Mianzhi entered the door, she was attracted by the aroma of the hot pot base.

"Little sea pepper, come here!" The Heavenly Spirit poked his head out of the kitchen, "Everything is done?" ”

"Okay, the county guard of Jiangshan County can't do anything to those merchants for the time being, but his subordinates still have people left people to watch over there." Qiao Mianzhi replied.

"That's great!" Tianling looked at Qiao Mianzhi with a smile, "You came back just in time, I borrowed your treasure knife to use." ”

"Do what?" Qiao Mianzhi vigilantly covered his green steel moon knife.

"Hey, what are you doing so nervously." Tianling pulled Qiao Mianzhi in front of Song Ke, pointed to the mutton in front of Song Ke and said, "In ancient times, there was a cow, and now there is a sheep in Mianzhi!" Come on, boy, cut this mutton into thin slices like cicada wings. ”

"Why do you want me to do what the chef does!" Qiao Mianzhi refused with a face.

"Look at what the cook cuts." Tian Ling pointed to the square piece of mutton next to him, "The cook can't cut out what I want, Xiao Haijiao, I've seen you cut bamboo slices before, and you can still see things when you cover your eyes, you can definitely do it." ”

Seeing that Qiao Mianzhi was unmoved, Tianling made a killing move, "If you don't cut it for a while, you won't let you eat it!" ”

"Why don't you give food to your subordinates!" Qiao Mianzhi protested.

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