At night, Xiangling suddenly heard a cry of "sigh", the sound was very loud, not only Xiangling heard it, but even Jiang and Chu Xia heard it.

Xiangling sat up violently, she knew that someone had been stabbed in the foot by a bamboo arrow.

Xiangling originally wanted to put mouse traps around the yard, but Jiang didn't let Xiangling put mouse traps because of his superstition of "protecting the family immortals", so Xiangling dug a few traps around the wall, and put short bamboo thorns in the pits.

The pit can withstand the weight of a weasel, but not the weight of a person, and if someone jumps into the wall, they will fall into the pit and step on the bamboo thorns.

For fear of accidentally injuring naughty children jumping off the wall, bamboo thorns are not long, only enough to puncture shoes and hurt the soles of their feet, so as not to pierce their feet and threaten their lives.

Could it be that Zhang Ren is here again?

Xiangling hid a dagger in her sleeve, held a slingshot in her hand, and carried a bow and arrow on her back, carefully opened a crack in the door, and looked at the black shadow that had climbed over the wall.

The black shadow covered his mouth in pain, and another figure supported him to prevent him from falling.

Although the two of them covered their faces with rags decently, Xiangling still recognized at once that it was not Zhang Ren.

The one who was caught in the foot was Xiangling's third uncle Chu Shilai, and it was the eldest uncle Chu Shiyun who supported him.

How could these two people run to Xiangling's house in the middle of the night? Is it to steal?

The two of them crept to the cellar entrance.

Chu Shilai lifted the wooden door, revealing the iron door below.

Chu Shi used his strength to pull the iron door, and found that the iron fence was covered with a heavy lock, Chu Shiyun spat in annoyance, and scolded in a low voice: "A broken cellar, as if it was a baby, installed a half-pound lock." ”

Chu Shilai's feet hurt, and he urged his eldest brother: "Big brother, since you can't get something, throw it along the seam." ”

Between the iron gate at the entrance of the cellar, there was a gap thick with a wrist, and Chu Shiyun immediately took out a fire fold and two bamboo tubes from his arms, and a palm-long fire twist was dragged on the mouth of the bamboo tube.

The fire fold has been hit, and he is about to ignite the fire twist on the bamboo tube, saying that it is too late and that it is fast, Xiangling sent three mud projectiles in a row, one hit Chu Shiyun's wrist, the fire fold fell to the ground, and one hit the bamboo tube, and rolled out far away.

The third hit the tail point under Chu Shiyun's back vertebrae, and Chu Shiyun screamed "sigh" in pain, and then his body was numb and crispy, and he collapsed on the ground and did not move for a long time.

Maybe it was Xiangling's lack of strength, about a pillar of incense time, Chu Shiyun gradually eased up, stood up, didn't even care about the fire fold and bamboo tube, and Chu Shilai helped each other to climb the wall, the two of them were not very neat, and fell outside the wall with a "bang", and Xiangling felt pain for them.

Regarding the unbelievable behavior of the uncle and the third uncle, Xiangling was puzzled.

If it's just for stealing, shouldn't you study picking locks and picking things?

If you purely want to harm the second room, isn't it more direct to set fire to the house?

If you don't understand, you don't think anymore, maybe with this lesson, the people in the old house will be like Zhang Ren, and they won't dare to come to the door to provoke easily.

...

Early the next morning, Chu Zhou came to the door and sent a large cart of ingredients, a large fan of sheep backbone, a basket of fish, two chickens, a pig leg, a beef leg, and what is even more ridiculous is that Chu Zhou also rushed to a large group of live ducks, quacking in the yard, and Xiangling couldn't cry or laugh.

Xiangling pondered for a while, ready to cook twelve dishes.

Since there are enough ducks, I used the ducks to make a dry pot spicy duck head, a fragrant duck tongue, and a braised duck wing;

I boiled soup with bones, and made a chicken bean curd and a chicken rice flower with chicken;

The pork was made into a stewed quail egg with braised pork and a stir-fried chili with braised pork;

The beef leg was pulled out of the beef tendons, and a stir-fried beef tendon and a fried beef jerky were made;

The fish is made into a simple sweet and sour fish, a fish ball and cabbage soup.

I made a roasted lamb scorpion dish from the backbone of the sheep.

When the dishes were almost done, Chu Zhou came to the door with a few small servants, loaded the dishes with beautiful bowls and plates, and took them away.

Xiangling was sweating like rain in front of the fire dragon stove, and when she raised her eyes, she saw four or five carriages coming from the village road, and they drove into Chuzhuang one after another.

There were bursts of laughter and laughter in the courtyard of Chu Zhuang, and Xiangling heard the voice to discern, there should be more than a dozen scholars.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west that these people left Chuzhuang.

Xiangling put all the remaining ingredients into the basket, climbed the tree, picked up the slingshot, and shot two mud balls at the pitcher.

After waiting for a long time, Wang Wenqian didn't come out, and when Xiangling thought that he might go back to the county seat and not be in Chuzhuang, Wang Wenqian staggered out of the main house, stumbled to the dog hole, and got into Chu's house.

It may be because of the drinking, even if he climbed the dog hole, he was still spotless in the past, the cuffs and placket were sticky with dust, his face was slightly dizzy, and his lips were red.

When I saw Xiangling, I didn't wait to speak. Wang Wenqian smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, his mouth almost reached the root of his ear, and he said excitedly: "I, I won ......"

Win? Even Xiangling was surprised, he just symbolically taught him the basic movements of throwing pots, and he actually defeated all the scholars and won? Xueba is really a scholar, and his learning ability is so strong......

Xiangling was sighing, and her illusion was shattered by Wang Wenqian's next words.

Wang Wenqian smiled and said: "Brother Cheng Ran and I are both one out of ten shots, and three more arrows, I hit one arrow, he didn't hit, I won, ranked eighth......"

Xiangling's eyes lengthened, and she asked casually, "You can't be only nine people, right?" ”

Wang Wenqian's body shook, he sat on the swing, swayed lightly, his eyes bent into a cute crescent, and said with a stupid smile: "No matter how many people there are, even if I catch one, even if I win, they can't laugh at me in the future." And,"

Wang Wenqian looked left and right like a thief, and saw that there were only him and Xiangling in the courtyard, so he lowered his voice and said: "Moreover, Brother Yuxin does not kill, and believes in Buddhist karma, I asked someone to put a pot of duck heads under his eyes, his face turned black, and he may dream of a group of headless ducks looking for revenge at night......

Wang Wenqian's face was full of schadenfreude, the eyes in his eyes were bright and bright, where was there still a little bit of a humble gentleman?

Xiangling looked at Ren Jun, after the young scholar was drunk, it turned out to be like this.

Xiangling entered the house and brewed a bowl of strong honey water, blew it half-warm, and handed it to Wang Wenqian.

Looking at the gentle Xiangling, Wang Wenqian was stunned for a moment, drinking the strong honey water, and felt the sweetness that penetrated into his heart.

Looking at the sky, Xiangling pointed to the basket full of ingredients and said, "There are a lot of ingredients left, you tell Chu Zhou to take them back." ”

Wang Wenqian shook his head and said: "If you make a dish tomorrow, you will lose the deliciousness and freshness of the ingredients themselves, and you can't use it anymore." ”

Xiangling's eyes narrowed slightly, there is a mine at home, and it is really different, look at the style of others, this heroic......

He doesn't want it, he can ask for it at home, pork leg meat can be marinated into jar meat, beef can be made into jerky, duck meat and chicken can be fried into chicken rice flowers......

Xiangling asked Wang Wenqian to go back to Chuzhuang, but Wang Wenqian shook his head, asked Xiangling to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote the ten new dishes into the book on the narrow stone table.

Xiangling marked it word by word, closed the book with satisfaction, saw the four words on the book cover, only recognized two of them, and curiously pointed to the book cover and asked, "Wang Xiucai, what is the name of this book?" I only recognize the first word as 'king' and the third word as 'zhong', and I don't recognize the other two. ”

Wang Wenqian looked at the book cover, his face was full of indescribable strangeness, and he muttered for a long time: "This is not a book, but an account book, there are too many words to learn today, I will teach you later." ”

Wang Xiucai turned around and left, his steps were steady, he should have sobered up.

Wang Wenqian left, and said that the ingredients were gone, Xiangling adhered to the principle of "don't be in vain", and directly started to deal with the ingredients.