Chapter 105: 105th

However, since Chen Yiding is here, it is a ready-made free labor.

The old man was no longer polite and asked him to move all the stones in the first box to the pool.

Pang Lao refused to let him intervene in the following matters, and saw the old man squat down, measuring the size with his hands by the pool, and marking every other foot.

The stones Chen Yiding had moved. The surface looks like a lot of holes, like a hollow core, but the inside is dense and heavy.

When Chen Yiding just moved there, he had to hug the stone with his arms and use his chest to move a few pieces at a time.

The old man was a long way old, and he bent his fingers, using only the power of his fingertips, he casually clamped a stone, and then according to the nodes he measured, he slid the stones down one by one.

Chen Yiding thought that the old man was just playing a prank, but looking at him now, it seemed...these stones are indeed useful.

But it's getting late, he has to go out now, and he can't be late for the afternoon poem meeting.

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After Li Jin went back that afternoon, he practiced dictation as usual.

It wasn't until Mingyue hung high that he lay on the bed with Xiao Fulang in his arms, and then did he tell the story of Old Pang.

"Wenwen, this is a good opportunity. I will try my best to fight for it. Even if I can't be called Pang's disciple, I want to get his guidance."

Qin Muwen was very happy for A Jin, the oil lamp dimmed with a yellowish light, and the cinnabar mole on his eyebrows became more and more brilliant.

Li Jin propped up his upper body slightly, and fell a gentle kiss, his voice a little hoarse: "Have you taken a bath?"

Qin Muwen let out a soft ‘um’, his hands were already relaxed, the ink splashed out, and he picked it up.

After one time, Li Jinlou was in his arms, but he found that Xiao Fu Lang's waist was taut, preparing for pregnancy.

Li Jin was so pleased and helpless by his appearance, he stretched out an arm around him to relax him, "This kind of thing is just fine."

Qin Muwen obediently lowered his waist with his strength, and whispered, "It will be even more difficult to be pregnant."

Li Jin now basically remembered everything about the original owner, including the little things about getting along with the teenager.

He said: "When you were pregnant with a little bun, you didn't do it, didn't you just go with the flow?"

Moreover, he was the first among so many brothers in the village to have a child.

Qin Muwen heard the words and thought of the little bun, his eyes were extremely gentle.

He said: "Well, Xiaoan said I was very lucky." Although Li Jin was too mixed at that time, Qin Muwen was the only husband of Li Jin after all. Much better than being a concubine.

Hearing this, Li Jin put his arms around him with slight force, with his lips and teeth lingering on him.

Qin Muwen was a little itchy, but more shy, he whispered: "A Jin, this way..."

Li Jin: "Huh?"

Qin Muwen closed his eyes: "This...what do you do?"

Li Jin replied in a serious manner: "Wenwen is blessed, so I am sucking blessings."

Qin Muwen: "..." Almost believed this fallacy.

The next morning, when Qin Muwen changed his clothes, watching those things flow out again, his mouth was slightly narrowed, and he went to prepare breakfast.

Last night, A Jin mentioned Pang Lao. Qin Muwen felt that the name was familiar, and always felt that he had heard it there.

But afterwards, A Jin was tossed with a red face, and he had already thrown the matter away.

Qin Muwen remembered it carefully when he was cooking in the morning, and he really thought of something.

Pang Lao has been famous for many years and has lived in Beijing before. Qin Muwen is a native of Beijing, so it is not surprising to hear about it.

During the meal, Qin Muwen said: "In the early days when I was not out of the pavilion, Pang was very famous. After the eldest brother was elected, he was fortunate to be invited to a banquet held by the princess.

Listening to my eldest brother coming back, Pang Lao also went. It’s not for anything else, it’s just a dish called ‘Jiang Shilang Tofu’. "

Li Jin was silent for a while, feeling that Pang Lao and Wan Jiaoyu had more common language.

However, Wan Jiaoyu's favorite is braised pork ribs, mainly meat. Pang Lao's dish is vegetarian.

But if what Qin Muwen had heard was true, Li Jin felt that it would be his way of prying away Pang Lao's corner.

As usual, Li Jin gave Xiao Fu Lang and Xiao Bao Zi a parting kiss, and walked to the academy with a bamboo basket.

After being admitted as a talented talent, Li Jin ranked first again, not only the case leader, the small three yuan, but also the dying. Lumi and Luyin are available every month.

Therefore, including his monthly silver in the School of Mathematical Sciences, this month Li Jin can receive six buckets of Lumi.

Lumi is better than the rice sold at the grain station outside. New rice is selected, and the rice bran outside is also removed. I don’t know how much better Bi Li Jin ate half of the bran and half of the rice when he came across.

Six buckets of rice are just enough for a family of three and a small tea for a month. It can't be wasted, but there is no need to drink gruel like before.

Now his porridge can be cooked a bit thicker, and the chopsticks will not fall.

In the past, only small steamed buns were treated like porridge. Adults would eat steamed buns and pancakes.

Li Jin arrived in the lecture hall, and soon the instruction came.

Now that Li Jin is a talented person, the teacher who taught them is naturally the instructor who won.

The teaching style of the teaching is totally different from the previous one. At any rate, Mr. Jiang will say what the first page of this book says.

The teachings do not need to be written at all, and they are quoted from other sources, and talk about where they think.

But no matter where he talks, he can speak up and down, which echoes the theme he is going to teach today.

Li Jin also made up his mind not to participate in next year's autumn after listening to his lecture yesterday.

Otherwise, the ink in his stomach is really not enough.

Today is an even number, and Pan Youfeng is on duty.

After school, Li Jin went to the Department of Classics and borrowed some books recommended by Wan Jiaoyu.

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His network is unique throughout Ningxing College. Other students can only see the instruction during class, but Li Jin can discuss with Wan Jieyuan.

There are things that Li Jin doesn't know, whether it is arithmetic or classics, he can directly ask Jieyuan.

Of course, the price is braised pork ribs. Occasionally Qin Muwen made tempeh chicken feet, and Li Jin also brought a portion to Wan Jieyuan.

After registering the books, Li Jin went to eat.

Because Wan Yun said: "These books cover a wide range, and they explain profound theories in simple language. Many people will borrow them. You will have to wait for the person to return them to see them when they are late.

Li Jin was lucky. There was still one book in the shelf when he went, but the other two books recommended by Wan Jiaoyu were borrowed.

By the time he went to the chef, most people had almost eaten it. Of course, the dishes such as chicken chicken and braised pork were looted long ago.

Li Jin made a portion of stir-fried seasonal vegetables. Thinking of the boy's "Jiang Shilang tofu", he went to make another portion of tofu mixed with shallots.

With a chewy green onion pancake, the lunch is pretty good.

Chen Yiding and Pang Lao are close friends in their new year. He was worried that his father would not be used to living in the college, so he came to see him again today.

Of course, Mr. Chen did not dress up as a servant today.

The two of them ate dinner and walked in the yard to digest, and they happened to see Li Jin by the window.

Chen Yiding smiled and said, "This Li Jin tastes similar to yours. They all like tofu."

The old man suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that you can never eat Jiang Shilang tofu anymore."

Chen Yiding said: "It's not easy. Find a Yuhang cook who can cook as much as you want."

Old Pang: "If I eat too much, can I still remember it?"

Chen Yiding: "..." I really have a strange temper.

After Li Jin borrowed the book, he did not stay in the academy in the afternoon, but went home directly.

The end of the month is his birthday, and Li Jin can feel that his little husband is preparing his birthday gift.

——At that time, Qin Muwen asked Li Jin what birthday gift Li Jin wanted.

Li Jin said, what did you say? I want to draw your emotional look.

Although Li Jin didn't know what Xiao Fu Lang was preparing, he felt that when he felt that he would have a big surprise.

For this surprise, Li Jin also controlled himself not to use his brain to guess.

This is his twenty-year-old birthday, the year of a weak crown. After his birthday, he can issue a crown and take the responsibility of a man.

Although this burden has long been picked up by Li Jin, crowning is still a very important ceremony.

Qin Muwen also values ​​this very seriously.

As early as a few days ago, Qin Muwen bought fabrics in good condition and did not let Xiaocha help, so he sews clothes for Li Jin himself.

Now that the clothes were sewn, Qin Muwen began to sole Li Jinna again.

The dynasty stipulated that people without official status could not wear boots except for special performance venues. The boots of the **** are also very different from the boots of other officials.

So Li Jin wears cloth shoes, but now he has passed the exam and can wear a square scarf on his head.

It's a pity that Li Jin has no interest in dressing up, so he directly tied it up with a hair band.

But even if Li Jin did such a dressing without fame, others would not dare to look down upon him because of his overall bearing.

After returning home, Li Jin was reading in the study, Qin Muwen secretly sewed things in the main room, halfway through the sewing, and went out, and had to cover the things.

Every half an hour Li Jin reads, she stretches her body or goes to the yard to do push-ups.

He watched Qin Muwen come and go back and forth, curiosity gradually aroused.

The key is that Xiao Fu Lang didn't dare to look at him, quietly glanced at him and then quickly turned aside his gaze, making Li Jin really want to hold him in his arms, grinding him a little bit, let him take the initiative and tell him.

Li Jin told himself that he should not be anxious at this time. More haste less speed.

By the way, tofu.

That night, when Li Jin asked the boy if he could make'Jiang Shilang Tofu', Qin Muwen nodded.

"Daddy previously collected "Suiyuan Food List", which contains specific methods. I...probably have some impressions."

Li Jin knew that he probably had the impression of what his little husband said, that it could be done.

After all, the young man had retelled him a whole travel note before, which was logically clear and organized.

Qin Muwen tried to write down the recipe. Some ingredients are not available at home, so they can't make it yet.

Li Jin looked at the list with sweet wine, prawn rice, autumn oil, etc., and let Xiaocha prepare it tomorrow.

As usual, Li Jin went to practice calligraphy and paint after dinner.

The day before yesterday, I took a boat back to Fucheng. The picture of mountains and rain in the rain he painted was only halfway through, and the boy had a fever. Now Li Jin wants to make up for it.

Because Dad was making needlework and didn't play with Little Bun, so he went to sleep alone.

In the evening, the interest was particularly high.

Dad wants to take a bath, and the little bun wants to follow.

Li Jin naturally couldn't let him follow. He held the little bun in his arms, looked at the bun with aggrieved expression, and hard-heartedly gave him a bath with hot water.

Just when Qin Muwen was washed out, Li Jin put him on his back in order to coax the little bun, and let the young man hold the little bun.

Then, start doing weight-bearing push-ups.

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"Jiang Shilang Tofu" comes from "Suiyuan Food List".

Peel the tofu on both sides, cut each piece into 16 slices, and dry. Use lard to heat the tofu. Sprinkle with a pinch of salt. After turning over, use a cup of sweet wine and 120 prawns; if there is no prawns, use 300 shrimps. First boil the dried shrimps for an hour, a small cup of autumn oil, then roll again, add a pinch of sugar, and roll again. Use a half inch of chives to lengthen 120 segments and slowly raise the pot.