The Reborn Wife is Farming

Sure enough, Fan Zijin took two young men to the barracks to stop Lu Cheng, and scolded him: "My cousin is young and ignorant, so he will be upset when he hears the rumors outside, it's his fault for taking action against you, but After all, you are a few years older than him, and you have seen blood on the battlefield, so you can just teach him a lesson, why bother to strike so hard?"

Lu Cheng's face was sinking like water, he looked at Fan Zijin gloomily, and said, "I don't understand what Mr. Fan said, when did the Fourth Young Master bother me?"

Fan Zijin snorted coldly, "You know if you're looking for it or not," he said while staring at the wound on his face, "You don't have to pretend to be pitiful with this appearance, if something really happens to my cousin, cousin Guangfeng Jiyue won't give you little shoes to wear, but I must seek justice for my cousin."

As he spoke, he glared at Lu Cheng viciously, then flung his sleeves and left.

Lu Cheng felt even more gloomy. He was really seriously injured. Qi Haoran was good at martial arts, and he had learned internal skills since he was a child. With anger in his heart, he was merciless when he struck. Even if he tried to avoid it, he still suffered a lot of injuries.

He originally planned to put on this appearance and pretend nothing happened, and wait until everyone guessed that Qi Haoran was the one to do it before revealing his serious injury. Even if Qi Xiuyuan said that he didn't know about it, the soldiers in the army would definitely not believe it.

Qi Xiuyuan's prestige has declined, and if he does a few more things in the future, even if the Xuan Fu envoy wants to replace the general in the future, the soldiers will not have too many opinions, so he can subdue everyone faster.

Unexpectedly, all of this was ruined by Fan Zijin. He ran out to say these words. Everyone knew that he had hurt Qi Haoran. In order to show his unspeakable gentleness, he insisted that he was just suffering. Skin trauma...

Now that he said that he was injured internally, no one would believe Fan Zijin's words. Besides, he didn't dare to say it again. Saying it at this time was equivalent to admitting that he had bad intentions.

Lu Cheng gritted his teeth.

Rong Xuan, who rushed over to watch the excitement, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile to Jiang Ze beside him: "This Mr. Fan is quick-witted, no wonder the general agreed to him to be the military advisor of the Fourth Young Master."

Jiang Ze laughed and said, "Mr. Fan is just like you, with eighteen twists in his heart."

Rong Xuan looked at Jiang Ze with a smile, and said softly, "Thank you for your compliment, don't worry, I have one more bend than him."

Jiang Ze wanted to sew his mouth shut, and looked at Rong Xuan pleadingly, "Military Master, this subordinate is praising you."

"Oh?" Rong Xuan looked at him with a half-smile, "I thank you for your compliment."

Jiang Ze looked at Rong Xuan with tears in his eyes. He really praised the military master for being smart.

When Qi Xiuyuan heard this from the guard, he smashed the table angrily, and asked the guard gloomily, "You said Lu Cheng injured Haoran?"

The personal guard hurriedly waved his hand and said: "General, don't worry, I went to the mansion to see it in person just now, the fourth young master was not injured, but was detained in the yard by Mr. Fan, and the doctor who was invited was arranged to live in a side courtyard of the mansion. "

Qi Xiuyuan's face looked better now, Lu Cheng wanted to replace him, Qi Xiuyuan didn't blame him, as long as there is a chance, who wouldn't want to be a general? He also wanted to take Xuanfushi and replace him.

But Lu Chengqian shouldn't, shouldn't have moved his mind to Qi Haoran, and if he wants to step on Qi Haoran to take the position, it depends on whether he agrees or not.

In Qi Xiuyuan's heart, there is only Qi Haoran as a relative, how could he tolerate Lu Cheng using him?

Originally, I wanted to hear Lu Cheng's explanation, but now I don't need it.

"Let Haoran stay at home and rest for a few days, and then go to the fourth camp after a while. I will arrange someone else to do the patrol."

The guard said: "General, where is Huang Jianjun..."

"Treat each other with courtesy, don't worry about the rest, I would like to know his attitude."

The supervising army sent by the Xuanfu envoy may not be of the same mind as the Xuanfu envoy. Xingzhou Mansion is not a good place, and its hardships are much higher than Xingyuan Mansion. How many officials in the court are willing to come here?

The waves in Xingzhou Prefecture were turbulent, but Linshan Village slowly recovered from the grief, and life began to get on the right track.

Several funerals in the village were finished, and everyone stayed at home because of the cold weather.

Because the weather suddenly became cold, some of the vegetables left in the vegetable field were still not recovered. They were frozen by the snow and lost half of them. Although they were recovered on the third day, there may not be many preserved.

Fortunately, they had stored a lot of bacon before, and the autumn harvest was considered a bumper harvest. As long as the supply of firewood could keep up, this winter should not be difficult.

At this time, Mu Yangling was sitting on a small stool around the brazier. From time to time, he put a few peanuts beside the brazier, and put a few skewers of meat on it. The aroma of meat wafted out, and the three children sitting around He couldn't help but swallowed.

Little Bowen looked at the meat skewers on the brazier with bright eyes and asked, "Sister, how long can I eat?"

"Wait a little longer." Mu Yangling nimbly turned over the skewers, "Go and ask Dad if he wants to eat."

Little Bowen struggled and said, "If Dad eats too, it's definitely not enough."

Xiulan also looked at the twenty or so meat skewers worriedly, while Xiuhong said: "My cousin is going to go to the mountains, luckily it's hard, let's give it to my cousin."

"There is more. If Dad eats it, let him pick out the rest of the rabbit meat. I can roast meat very quickly." Mu Yangling is enthusiastic. La Mushi came in and wanted to order him to work. Mu Yangling is not good at picking meat. After working all morning, he could only pick out such a small amount of diced meat, but Mu Shi has a good knife skill, and he can clean up a rabbit with three strokes, five cuts and two.

Mu Yangling just wanted his father to carve out meat for him.

Immediately, Xiuhong sensed her cousin's thoughts, and volunteered: "I'll ask my cousin to come over to eat meat skewers."

Xiuhong ran to look for her cousin, Shu Wanniang and Ma Liushi were here, Xiuhong was also clever, and shouted: "Cousin, Auntie, do you want some meat skewers? Cousin has grilled a lot of meat skewers."

Shu Wanniang smiled and shook her head, "My cousin won't eat it, you four can eat it."

Mu Shi also said: "Eat it, my cousin won't eat it, so bring some skewers to your grandmother."

"I don't want to eat it. If it's boiled, I can't eat it. I can't eat it. Your sister and cousin are still young. Watch them and don't let them eat too much, so as not to get angry."

Mu Shi's heart moved, and he asked, "How many skewers have you roasted?"

Xiuhong couldn't count, so she could only say: "My cousin said there are more than twenty strings."

Mu Shi raised his eyebrows, "Twenty or so strings are not enough to fit your cousin's teeth," he said to Shu Wanniang, "It must be that child Ah Ling who wants me to pick meat for them."

Shu Wanniang pushed him, and said: "Then why don't you go quickly, that kid Ah Ling is naughty, what if he takes your knife out and accidentally hurts you?"

Mu Shi's dagger was passed down to him by his father, and from his warrior grandfather. That dagger cuts iron like mud, and it cannot be bought with money.

Mu Shi always took it with him when he went in and out of the mountains and forests. Mu Yangling was greedy for a long time, but Mu Shi didn't allow her to use it. Shu Wanniang was even more afraid that she would hurt her, so she didn't allow her to touch it.

But if Mu Shi didn't go, the kid might run away and steal it on the grounds that the kitchen knife wasn't sharp enough.

The author has something to say: Suddenly the battery went out, I wrote it with great difficulty and didn’t save it, and lost 500 words