General, the Madam is calling you to Farm

Chapter 210 Against Counterfeits

Wei Ting had a mission tonight, and came out again in the middle of the night.

Su Xiaoxiao once again sighed that Wei Ting was very busy after coming to the capital.

"Morning crit is gone again..."

Su Xiaoxiao yawned, took the small dumplings on her arms as a pillow, and fell asleep while snoring.

When it was dark, Su Mo came.

Su Xiaoxiao was cooking breakfast on the stove.

Seeing him, Su Mo was slightly surprised: "You slept well last night."

After experiencing such a big thing, this girl could actually sleep?

What is an iron heart?

"It's okay," Su Xiaoxiao said.

Can't like men like gini, sleep sunny sampe, the quality of hairy sleep is not good?

"Is your uncle okay?" Su Mo asked.

"I haven't told my father yet," Su Xiao said.

Su Mo nodded: "Later, it won't be too late to tell my uncle when he gets used to it. How's your uncle doing?"

Su Xiaoxiao cut the prepared dough into pieces: "I watched it all night, and it's fine. The medicine given to her contained calming ingredients, and it was expected to take another hour or two to wake up. Had breakfast?"

Su Mo came in a hurry and did not eat at all.

Su Xiaoxiao said, "I'll make two for you."

Su Mo .. did not refuse.

Su Xiaoxiao stopped the two scallion pancakes and placed a small plate of wet radishes on a small table in the kitchen.

"Do you go to the main room to eat?"

she asked.

Houfu's son never ate in the kitchen, and he never ate scallion pancakes on the street.

Su Mo rarely showed a dumbfounded expression.

He looked at Su Xiaoxiao and saw that she was busy in front of the stove again: "Are you not going to eat?"

"I'll eat this." Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the steamed yam that had just been served on the stove, "I'll eat it later, I'll have to make my family breakfast first."

"I'll wait."

Su Mo sat on a small bench.

Su Xiao said: "No need, it doesn't taste good when it's cold."

"Do you do everything yourself? It's too hard. I'll pick two servants for you tomorrow. Where can you take care of a big family by yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the courtyard.

Wei Ting is back.

Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders.

He met Zhong Shan on the road, Zhong Shan's carriage broke down, and the old man struggled to bring it on his own. Wei Ting picked up the firewood without a word.

Wei Ting did not know that Su Mo was there, and only saw him when he entered the room.

Su Mo was also surprised. He looked at Wei Ting... More precisely, she looked at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder, seriously suspecting that he was wrong.

Those who fight in war can endure many hardships, but suffering on the battlefield is not the same as suffering in life.

Wei Ting did not start out as a low-level handyman. He was born in the Wei family and wore the light circle of the Wei family's grandchildren. When he entered the military camp, he was an ordinary soldier.

Cutting firewood and carrying water, the young master of the Wei family was afraid that he would never do so in his life.

"I'm back." Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting.

"Yes." Yeah." Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo, put down the firewood naturally, and moved the pony to sit at the mouth of the stove.

Su Mo thought about what he was going to do, and saw that he naturally took out thick linen and spread it on his right foot.

His slender, jade-like hands grabbed some thin firewood, pressed it against his feet and folded it. In an instant, the firewood broke.

He threw the folded firewood into the stove and poked it with a brace.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Su Mo would have been beaten to death and he would not have believed that the dignified young master of the Wei family would have actually burned him down, and that was so ... so delicate.

I don't know, I think this guy didn't fight and turned his career into a cook.

Su Xiaoxiao put down the lid of the pot, took off the apron she made, and said to Wei Ting: "The Great Tiger and the others seem to have woken up, I'll go and see, the pot is cooking porridge."

After she came out, Wei Ting actually took the fire seriously.

Su Mo did not have much contact with Wei Ting. Even if they meet, they are lukewarm and barely communicate.

In fact, according to her age, she was twenty-two this year, only one year older than Wei Ting.

"That's .. I'll try." He said to Wei Ting.

Wei Ting moved his horse to the side generously, and Su Mo sat down with a small stool.

Wei Ting gave her a brace and firewood, and also gave her a thick sackcloth on her feet.

Following Wei Ting's example, he folded the firewood and put it into the stove, then poked it with a brace.

After a while, the porridge inside the pot became silent.

Su Mo wondered: "What happened? The fire is quite large ..."

Wei Ting picked up the tongs, and spread the firewood evenly: "People must be solid, and the fire must be hollow."

"Do you still understand this?"

Su Mo was too surprised.

Thinking of something, Su Mo asked with great difficulty, "Could you just rely on ... this skill ... to please my uncle and cousin, right?"

"No." Wei Ting said boldly, "I'm counting on my face."

Mo Su: "..."

Su Mo was here today on business, but Wei Ting's sarcastic remark made him almost forget what he was doing.

Three well-dressed little dogs came to the backyard to take a bath, and they came for a walk when they smelled the scent.

Su Mo had been here several times, San Xiaozhi knew him and called Uncle Su obediently.

Seeing nothing good, I went out again.

"Is your son really?"

Su Mo asked Wei Ting.

"Fine." Wei Ting replied lightly.

"Where is the child's mother?" Su Mo asked a question.

He would not let another woman run out and compete with his cousin for jealousy.

No matter whether he had feelings for Su Xiaoxiao or not, this was the dignity of the Su family that had to be maintained as the heir of the Su family.

Wei Ting looked out: "This."

Su Mo followed his gaze and looked at Su Xiaoxiao who prepared a small sink for the three little ones.

San Xiaozhi continued to rub his little head on his body until it was too sticky.

Su Mo took a deep breath, this person refused to speak.

Worth it, he checked it himself.

Wei Ting did not sleep all night, so he returned to his house to chase after burning the flames.

He had his own room, next to Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Mo could not understand it. Anyway, these two guys—

On the other hand, Qin Canglan woke up.

Because of drinking Anshen Decoction, he slept well all night, and when he woke up, he no longer had headaches or nausea.

The general's physical fitness was excellent, Su Xiaoxiao took a sphygmomanometer: "You can go back."

"What's…"

But things had yet to be resolved, and there was no point for him to stay here.

What happened that year, he had to investigate.

"May I.. go see your father and brother first?"

Qin Canglan had never had such a humble moment, as if worried about being rejected, he added, "I won't say anything!"

Su Xiaoxiao closed the small medicine box: "OK."

Qin Canglan went to Su Chengwu.

The father and son slept well, they looked fierce on the workday, and they slept very honestly.

Qin Canglan looked at him for a long time, his throat hurt.

Su Ergou opened his eyes in a daze, and asked half-consciously, "Sister, are you going to sell the cake?"

Selling cookies…

His immediate granddaughter actually lived selling cakes in the countryside...

Su Xiaoxiao walked in: "We didn't sell cakes today, you can sleep."

“Oh, call me if you sell it.” Su Ergou rolled over and fell asleep again.

Qin Canglan turned his back towards the door, and propped up his thigh with both hands to support his shattered body.

Su Xiaoxiao stuffed the folded clothes into the closet, looked behind Qin Canglan and said, "Breakfast is ready."

Qin Canglan raised his hand and wiped his red eye sockets, sniffed, and said in a tone as usual, "Understood, I will soon."

…

The workmanship of Su Xiaoxiao was excellent, and the hand-made steamed buns were more fragrant than those sold in the store.

But more than that, Qin Canglan felt increasingly uncomfortable.

The child of the poor takes care of the house early, if he is not a tramp, why does he need to wash and cook?

Qin Yanran could not even peel the corn cob, but he could already do so much menial and exhausting work.

It took him a long time to find his own voice: "You guys in the village."

"Not that." Su Xiaoxiao's.

Qin Canglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say: "This city is much more comfortable than the countryside. In the countryside, in addition to washing and cooking, you have to go to the village to fetch water, go to the mountains to cut wood, and go to the fields to pick vegetables. When the days are good, pigs and chickens are fed, and when the days are bad, the pigs are not even fed.”

Qin Canglan's heart was sliced like a knife.

Su Xiaoxiao continued: "Then, the family started making a living in dim sum."

Qin Canglan asked in a daze: "Also ... do you wake up early too?"

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly and calmly: "It's much earlier than this, starting from the third watch, the stall on the fifth watch, and winter and the twelfth month, respectively, Ergou and I have a tray hanging around our neck, and we will stop at the Jinji gate... Genies... Remember, the biggest dim sum store in our city. Ergou yells 'Sell cake—', 'Cute wife sweet and sweet—'. I'm fat, and I'm cold. Ergou was skinny, wearing thin clothes, with the back of his hands and ears. Everything's frostbite."

"I asked Ergou, do you like selling cakes? Ergou said he liked it, because after selling the cake, you don't need to starve anymore."

Qin Canglan finally could not control it anymore, and the hot old tears smashed into the bowl.

…

Su Mo arranged the two carriages.

Qin Canglan sat in the carriage in front, and he and Su Xiaoxiao sat in the second carriage.

"What you said earlier is all true" Su Mo said.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously, and realized that she was referring to her "complaint" to Qin Canglan at the dinner table.

He said, "Aren't you investigating?"

Su Mo said: "It's under investigation."

Listening to the reports of others was completely different from listening to his own words.

He did not complain during the entire process, and he did not mix sadness and anger, but the more he shrank it, the more shocking it was.

—How much trouble did he go through to be so calm when he mentioned it?

Su Xiaoxiao told the news from Wei Ting.

Su Mo frowned slightly: "What do you mean ... Qin Che most likely had found his uncle, and deliberately found the pretense to divert his uncle, and then sent someone—to investigate or—"

Soleness.

He didn't say the last two words.

it doesn't have to be said by him.

Su Xiaoxiao also considered this possibility.

“Then why didn't he do it?” Su Mo was confused.

Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "Isn't this Qin Canglan coming? Did you do it in front of Qin Canglan, for fear that Qin Canglan would not recognize him?"

Su Mo nodded: "Can you see what that person looks like?"

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, Wei Ting said, he has put on a hat and covered his face."

Su Mo pondered: "I'm afraid this matter isn't that simple."

—

Protectorates.

Qin Che sat in the study all night.

When it was a sunny day, someone finally came to report the old man back.

Qin Che looked at the incoming light from the window grille, and suddenly felt a little dazzling.

"Grandfather, Grandpa?"

The little waiter called twice.

Qin Che regained his senses: "What did you just say?"

The little servant was surprised by Qin Che's sudden lethargy with a strange look in his eyes, and said trembling: "Master, the old man is back, waiting for you in the study."

"Finally here ..."

Qin Che laughed out loud, and the little servant's face turned pale with fear.

What happened to the country's grandfather today?

Qin Che brushed off his wide sleeves, stood up, and sorted his clothes in front of the bronze mirror.

He asked the little waiter with a smile: "I look disrespectful like this?"

Little servant Zhang Er was confused: "No, no rudeness, that's good!"

In general, the grandfather of the country only paid attention to appearances when he was in court.

"Let's go."

Qin Che said with a smile.

He walked into Qin Canglan's study room at a rapid pace.

The bag on Qin Canglan's forehead had not faded, but it was Su Chengyi's wand that hit it.

Qin Che respectfully bowed: "Dad."

Qin Canglan said to the servants in the room, "You're all retreating!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Everyone obediently retreated, and the latter did not forget to close the door for the two of them.

Qin Canglan was not a person who liked to be in the corner. This is probably a common problem of many generals. He was too honest and dismissive to play tricks.

Except war.

Qin Canglan sat on the main seat, and his eyes looked at Qin Che's face coldly.

"Don't call me dad, I already know."

Boom—

Qin Che's brain rang out with a thunderous explosion.