When Yang Yi and Qingniang left Xujia Village, all the villagers sent them for several miles, and they all seemed reluctant to leave. When they could not see the villagers, Qingniang suddenly threw herself into Yang Yi's arms, and the dimples smiled as lightly as smoke.

She pulled Yang Yi’s ears mischievously with both hands, shook them gently and said, “Brother Yang, let me see how your brain grows.”

"Hiss.........I said to Mr. Yi'an, you are a famous lady in the world. Please keep your image as a lady. And your words are usually used to ask the fool, how can you ask me like this?"

Yang Yi stretched out his index finger and pointed her forehead, but Qingniang didn't let go. The harder he pushed, the longer his ears were pulled.

Over the years, Qing Niang has really been spoiled by him. In front of others, she is quiet and gentle and gentle. It is hard to imagine that she has such naughty times.

"I didn't say you are smart, I just thought you were stupid, so I asked that." Qing Niang obviously didn't want to be a lady today.

"Qing Niang, your opinion has seriously hurt the feelings of Xujia Village and the people of the world."

"How did I hurt their relationship?"

"They unanimously believe that I am very smart. If you slander their idols, they will naturally seriously hurt their simple feelings."

Qingniang's eyes turned slowly, and her eyes looked at him a little strange. Finally, she couldn't help but giggle: "Brother Yang is really worthy of being an official, and she will be punished for her every time......"

"Qing Niang, your words have damaged the image of officials all over the world."

"Ah! Brother Yang, are you still letting people live?"

"It's not that I don't let you live, it's that you stand in the opposite direction between the people and officials in the world, and the consequences are very serious."

"Ah. Brother Yang, they surrendered. They surrendered!"

"Hahaha………."

"whee…………."

After living in Xujia Village for two days, she ate two geese and a pig. Yang Yi and Qingniang set out leisurely again. A major change in the mulberry silkworm industry may have quietly begun amid the sound of Yang Yi and Qingniang playing.

But the two of them ignored these things and walked freely, looking at the mountains, water and clouds. At dusk, the sunset in the sky dyed the colorful clouds red. The maple forest on the edge of the mountain was as red as the spring flowers in February. Qingniang couldn't help but think: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Stop the car and love it. It's okay. He immediately stopped the car and said to Qing Niang: "Qing Niang, since you like it, let's not ask others to stay. Let's camp next to this maple forest tonight."

Qingniang responded happily: "Okay, I'll cook for Brother Yang tonight."

The car stopped beside a clear stream beside a maple forest. Yang Yi took the bacon sent by the villagers of the Xu family to the stream to clean it. Qingniang took Xiaobai to the forest to pick up dry firewood. The two of them had their own division of labor and were preparing to make a wild dinner by themselves.

While Yang Yi was washing bacon by the stream, he found that there were still many fish swimming in the stream. Among them, he saw a large grouper. When he saw someone coming, he swam quickly into the crack of the rock;

Grouper is a rare beauty. Yang Yi hurried back to the car and took out a knife, cut some minced meat from the bacon. He took off his shoes and socks and stood in the water, and then sprinkled the minced meat at the edge of the rock. The sunset was jumping on the water, which made people a little dazzled. Yang Yi held the Damascus knife in his hand and waited patiently in the water.

In the maple forest over there, Qingniang's sweet singing came at this time. The clear and moist singing was floating in the evening breeze, which was very beautiful and beautiful:

After the sparse rain in Nanpu, the lonely flute resents the river building.

The moon is floating in the white moon, and the sound enters the blue clouds and maple leaves.

The river and the river are late at night, and the geese are passing by, and the two concubines are sad.

After the cold clothes and wetness, the river light was shining, fishing for boats.

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This is not the first time that Yang Yi has heard Qingniang chant, but in this countryside with frosty maple and sunset, listening to the faint audacious singing floating out of the forest is particularly fascinating, making him almost forget to catch fish.

After a cup of tea, Qingniang had already made a fire on the shore. Only then did Yang Yi see that the grouper swims out of the cracks of the rock again, probably unable to stand the temptation of the minced meat.

The sword in Yang Yi's hand had been pressed against the crack of the rock. At this moment, the grouper had just swam out half of his body, and the sword stabbed like lightning, and a stream of red blood suddenly emerged under the water.

"Qing Niang, come and see, I caught the fish, what a big grouper!" Yang Yi raised the knife happily, and a stone fish with at least seven or eight taels on the tip of the fish was still struggling to death.

Qing Niang ran over with her skirt and said with a smile: "This time, there was no trouble for the others, of course you can catch them."

"That's right, thank you Mr. Yi'an for raising his hands."

"Hehe, what are Brother Yang going to eat? Are you going to bake it? I'll bake it."

"It's a waste to eat when roasting, let's use it to cook fish porridge."

Yang Yi said, and quickly scraped the scales and removed the dirty dirt with a knife, and took the treated grouper back to the side of the car;

This car is like a RV, where people can sleep in the front, and there are two or three feet long places to place clothes and supplies at the back.

Yang Yi brought down a small wooden box two feet square, with tea, rice, oil and salt inside. He took out a small pot, two sets of bowls and chopsticks, grabbed two handfuls of rice from the rice bag, and handed it to Qingniang and said, "Girl, go clean the rice quickly. Brother, teach you how to make delicious fish porridge."

"Okay, Brother Yang, don't rush to do it. When I come back, I haven't seen anything I can't learn."

Qing Niang ran so lightly. Yang Yi was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly shouted: "Slow down, slower, I'll wait for you, don't worry."

"Hehe..." Another laugh of joy came from the river.

Yang Yi knew why she was so happy. She didn't touch the spring water and was here to make soup for you. She was determined to learn cooking skills, although the possibility of the Yang family cooking was almost zero.

Yang Yi put the washed pot rack on the three-legged stove made of stone. Qingniang came back from washing rice and asked repeatedly: "Brother Yang, tell me quickly, how to cook this fish porridge."

"Qing Niang looked at it. There are many ways to cook fish porridge, but if you want to cook it delicious, you have to learn from me. Listen carefully. When cooking fish porridge, the first step is not to add rice first. Remember. First add some cold oil to the hot pot and fry the fish first. When frying, add some green onion and ginger to stir-fry it, and then add water to cook the fish soup until it turns white, and then pick out bone spurs."

Yang Yi said as he started to do something. Qing Niang squatted aside, listened carefully, muttering and repeating his words, very serious and serious.

"Brother Yang, hurry up and say, after the fish soup is boiled until it turns white, should we add rice and cook it next?"

"Yes, be careful when adding rice, that is, the amount is added. If you add too much rice, it will turn into rice. If you add too little, the fish porridge will also affect the taste."

“What is the right amount to add?”

"As for this, you have to learn how to cook porridge first. Usually the rice is one-tenth of the water. Add salt and simmer until the rice is boiled. Finally, add some mushrooms, celery, shredded ginger, pepper and other seasonings and stir well. Well, the fish porridge made in this way is definitely a first-class delicacy."

Cooking fish porridge is a slow and meticulous job. Before the porridge was ready, and smelling the strong fragrance, Qingniang actually knocked on the bowl next to her with chopsticks. This scene made Yang Yi unbelievable. The person in front of him was Li Qingzhao who was soaked in poetry and books. What appeared in his mind was Huang Rong, who was holding a dog-beating stick and singing the falling lotus flowers.

"Mr. Yi'an. Stop knocking. I once again solemnly remind you to maintain the image of a lady. Go and take the piano down in the car. Just in the evening breeze and sunset, playing the song "The Gulls and Hernes Forget the Machine" is what you should do." Yang Yi said while holding the bacon on the fire.

It was his innovation to eat bacon. It was very fragrant, but it was a little hard.

Yang Yi thought that after she reminded her, Qing Niang would restrain herself, but she heard her say, "No, she is hungry, and she wants to eat enough before playing the piano."

"How can I play the piano while burping later?"

"Then I won't caress you anymore, I'll knock on the bowl for you."

Yang Yi almost fainted after hearing this. It turned out that Qingniang was really spoiled by him. Not only did she not stop the chopsticks, she knocked them louder;

And he also said with a striking remark, "I learned this from Brother Yang. As a great Hanlin Grand Secretary, Brother Yang ran to cut mulberry branches. Also, you even smashed someone's head with silver in the street. You also bet money with someone in Yixiangyuan and fight with someone in Xiefanglou..."

"Stop!" Yang Daren shouted and jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, holding a fire stick and turning around the fire.

Can he not jump? The glorious deeds of the past were counted by Qingniang as if they were treasured by her family. Who can bear it?

My glorious image of the Hanlin Grand Secretary is about, and now it's all over!

Qing Niang looked at his angry look, her eyes narrowed and her waist bent, and she finally didn't care about knocking on the bowl.

"Qing Niang, I'll fight with you!" The angry and embarrassed official Yang shouted and rushed over with a fire stick.

Qingniang flew lightly behind the car like a butterfly in the evening breeze. While giggling, she summoned Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, come quickly, Brother Yang is going to hit me, stop him quickly!"

howl!

Xiaobai howled and rushed over to entangle Yang Yi, opened his mouth and bit the fire stick on his hand. In order to please Qingniang, this guy worked very hard.

With Xiaobai's block, Qingniang hid behind the car and continued to criticize his glorious deeds: "Hehe...Brother Yang, you have sold fake medicine by the West Lake, smashed the threshold of someone else's house in Kaifeng Prefecture, and took Rui'er to make trouble at the Zhengdan ceremony, and......"

"Go and go, Xiaobai will go, and I will eat roasted whole wolf tonight. Qingniang, don't run away..."

Master Yang was holding a fire stick and spreading his teeth and claws behind him, shouting to chase him wildly. Qingniang and Xiaobai ran around the maple forest, their skirts were flying, and their laughter was crisp, just like fairies on the jade platform playing among the flowers.

The evening breeze brings a thin autumn coolness, and the sunset by the mountain dyes the whole dusk red.

The environment can change a person. When he was in the capital, Qing Niang was gentle and polite. When he arrived in this countryside, he inevitably became more straightforward and spoiled, and he had a lot of ties to do so. He had a lot of fun.

The two of them chased each other for a while, and when they returned to the fire, the fish porridge was basically good. Yang Yi left her a bowl first, and Qing Niang took it with a sweet smile. Her face turned red after running, like a beautiful peach blossom.

“How is it?”

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Yang Yi took a knife to cut a small piece of the baked bacon, stuffed it into her mouth, and asked, "Is it fragrant?"

"fragrant."

"Am I a good person?"

"yes."

At this time, Qing Niang was as obedient as Shi's gentle cat, and if Yang Yi made him laugh. The two of them were savoring the fish porridge under the sunset and blowing the evening breeze, which was extremely comfortable. Qing Niang couldn't help but say, "Brother Yang, no one wants to go back to Beijing."

"Then let's have enough fun. Brother Yang has a month off anyway."

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