After running for six days, it was dark and I was about to sleep in the open. I found a village not far away, so the group went to the village to spend some time. Without disturbing the villagers, I went directly to find the village chief.

After confirming their identities, the village chief vacated several rooms in his home for them to live in.

Brother Fu was sleeping in the house where his son grew up. He said while laying a quilt in Qingshu: "Mom, we live in their house, where are they sleeping?"

"The same village is basically a relative, just find a family to deal with for one night."

She is not used to using other people's quilts, and now she is just using the quilts she has been using. As for Hong Gu and the others, they don't pay so much attention to it, so they just use the ones from the inner-level family.

"Mom, isn't this good?"

Qingshu smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? We won't live in vain and have to pay for accommodation and accommodation tomorrow."

The village chief asked his wife and daughter-in-law to prepare a large table of delicious dishes, including chicken, duck, fish and bacon, and six vegetables.

Brother Fu was so excited that he almost burst into tears: "Mom, these chicken legs are so delicious."

Qingshu laughed: "I told you before that even a hungry person feels it is very delicious even if he drinks a sip of cabbage soup. You haven't eaten the freshly cooked dishes in ten days, and you think the chicken is extremely delicious."

Because he was eating too fast, Brother Fu choked.

He handed him a glass of water to drink, Qingshu gently patted his back and said, "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me even if you eat."

After dinner, Brother Fu went to take a shower, and he didn't need others to help him wash himself and change his clothes and then went into the house.

The farmhouse is just a palm-sized place, and the lights in the house are very bright and visible outside. Hong Yuanwailang of the Qingli Department of Anhui knew that he was writing as he looked at Fu Ge'er's movements.

After entering the house, he couldn't help but say to his companion, Yuanwailang Ling, "It's said that Lord Lin can teach children. I thought it was a bit exaggerated before. Now it seems that Lord Lin can teach children!"

He could no longer bear the rush to go like this. He told Ling Yuanwailang several times that he was too fast and he ate too badly. But in the past ten days, he didn't hear the child complaining and tried to hold back and didn't speak. He couldn't be compared by a child.

Ling Yuanwailang nodded and said, "This child is not only good at studying but also persists in practicing martial arts. It's a pity that the teacher he worships is not very good."

In fact, he was very surprised why Qingshu asked his son to take Mr. Qu as his teacher. It was not that Mr. Qu was not good, but that he could be better at the teacher as a Fu Geer. Youdao is that a famous teacher produces a high disciple, so the students he will be better if the teacher is good.

Mr. Hong also found it very strange.

Mao Shuli said softly: "I heard that Mr. Qu was recommended by Mr. Lin by the second Grandpa Lan, and said that this person is very suitable for Mr. Fu."

When Ling Yuanwailang heard this, he immediately changed his words and said, "Maybe Mr. Qu has something extraordinary, but we don't know."

Mr. Hong agreed deeply.

Brother Fu didn't know that he was being discussed at this time. He was writing words and saw Qingshu coming in: "Mom, are you sleeping here?"

"Why, don't want to sleep with your mother?"

"Mom, I'm five years old this year, so it's hard to sleep with me anymore."

Qingshu smiled and said, "Men and women are seven years old, so it's nothing if you're only five years old this year. And you're in a hurry to follow the rules, and you don't have this condition now."

Even so, Brother Fu still didn't want to cover a quilt with Qingshu, which made Qingshu laugh endlessly.

The next day, I had a hearty breakfast and prepared a lot of dry food. The group continued to go to Fuzhou.

After eating scallion oil pancakes with rice porridge at noon, Brother Fu couldn't help but say to Qingshu after taking a few bites: "Mom, don't eat this scallion oil pancakes tonight. It's too oily. I can't eat them."

Qingshu touched Brother Fu'er and said with a smile: "I'll make bacon rice for you tonight."

Brother Fu was very happy: "Okay, thank you mother."

That day, they stopped until dark again, but they were lucky. They had sunny days and didn't encounter rainy days.

Stopped in a place with water, and then everyone started to move. They were busy setting up tents, cooking stoves, washing rice and vegetables.

Qingshu cut the washed bacon into pieces and spread it on the back when the rice was about to cook. Then, he cooked another pot of plum vegetable soup.

When the rice is cooked, the fragrance has also evaporated.

Mr. Hong and the other two were from the faraway bastards. They chatted and waited for food next to the carriage. When they smelled the fragrance, the three of them felt a little hungry and said, "What are you doing so fragrant?"

Guard Jiang smiled and said, "My wife has made bacon rice, but you can wait a moment."

Because the iron can I bring is not big, except for Brother Fu, who let go of his stomach and ate it, everyone else, including Qingshu, only got a bowl of rice. If there was not enough rice, I could only continue to eat scallion oil pancakes, but if I had plum vegetable soup and scallion oil pancakes, it would not be so tired of it.

After dinner, Honggu and others washed the pots and pans and went to the tent to sleep. Only Brother Fu slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep in the carriage.

He simply got up and walked to Jiang Fangfei who was watching the night and said, "Uncle Jiang, I can't sleep, please talk with me!"

Because everyone fell asleep, his voice was also very low.

"What do you want to say?"

Brother Fu asked, "Did my mother go on a business trip so quickly before?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

“It’s so hard.”

Jiang Fangfei smiled and said, "It's very hard, so the older adults are unwilling to go on business, and their bodies cannot bear it."

Upon hearing this, Brother Fu felt that it was too hard to persuade his mother to have less heterodiction: "I remember Mother Xu told me that my father arrived in Fuzhou twelve days ago. How did he do it?"

"The master is riding a horse, and he is riding a horse much faster, and he is rushing along except for bedtime."

"Wouldn't that be even harder?"

Jiang Fangfei nodded and said, "The body of ordinary people cannot stand it, and only a strong person like the master can stand it."

"Bather and mother both work hard. I have to be very obedient in the future and can't let my parents worry anymore."

Jiang Fangfei smiled and said, "The master and his wife will definitely be very happy to hear this."

After less than two quarters of an hour, Brother Fu was driven back to the carriage to sleep by Jiang Fangfei. There was no way, there were too many mosquitoes outside, so he was not afraid of having dewormed sachets placed in the carriage.

The next day, Mengmengliang, Brother Fu got up. She saw that Qingshu did not punch as usual but was in front of the pot: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Qingshu smiled and said, "Looking at you, you're tired of drinking porridge, I'll make dough for you to eat. Go and box, I'll call you after you're done."

Only vegetables were added to the gnocchi, but it was delicious with sausage.

After eating, Mr. Hong was amazed: "It is rumored that Lord Lin is very good at cooking, but we didn't expect that we were lucky enough to eat it."

Yesterday’s bacon rice and today’s dumpling soup tastes nothing worse than the chef at home.

Mao Shuli smiled and said, "We are all benefiting from Mr. Fu's glory. Lord Lin didn't cook twice before."
Chapter completed!