(MTL) The Story of a Cold Male Supporting Husband by Huajian Xiaopao

Chapter 68

 Love

is already cold in October. Although the sun is still bright after sunset, experienced people know that this light will last for a while, or it will be completely dark in a moment and a half.

A group of people sent by the Xu family stayed out for several nights in a hurry. Even if they took a break, they only ate some hard and cold dry food. No matter whether they were people or horses, they couldn't bear it.

Today, by coincidence, there is a small post house in front. There are several vendors and small inns around the post house, providing a place to rest and eat hot meals. The brothers under his command entered an inconspicuous inn.

Although resting in the inn is more comfortable than this country inn, their whereabouts cannot be easily known by others. The inn is the site of the government and it is easy to reveal their identities, so they can only temporarily feel wronged and live in a dilapidated inn. one night.

"The shopkeeper, do you have any meat?" The leader shouted, there is basically nothing delicious in such a small inn, and it is not easy to encounter meat.

"There is also a preserved pork leg. If the guest officer wants to eat it, I will cook it for you." The shopkeeper replied in a low voice.

The other couldn't help laughing and said: "Boss, it seems that we are lucky, we can still eat cooked meat today." The

leader's face was cold, but he also answered the shopkeeper's words: "Cook it for us, and then have another pot of rice. , I don't want 2 hex rice, I want the new white rice this year."

The shopkeeper seemed to be in his 40s, and he was embarrassed when he heard the leader's request: "Guest, a pound of new white rice costs more than ten cents. We can't even afford this small country shop. The only old rice that we received last fall is the old rice. Although the taste is not as sweet as new rice, it's still delicious. Do you see?" The

leader's eyes flashed darkly, tense. His muscles slowly relaxed: "Chen Mi is just Chen Mi, the speed is faster, we will have dinner in an hour at most."

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper even bent down and saluted: "Little old man , to ensure that it will not delay the guests' business."

The person who asked the question before they walked away came up again and said, "Boss, is this store okay?"

The question just now was a small trick they often used. In this remote station, any small inn has it. New meat, new rice noodles, that's a big problem.

The leader nodded: "Go wash it, the pork leg won't be cooked well for a while."

A few people around also went to take a bath. They work outside for the boss all the year round. They know that a small shop like this must not prepare in advance. The habit of cooking, at this moment, even washing and cooking the pork leg takes less than half an hour before it can be put into the pot.

Taking advantage of this time, they might as well wash and relax, and feed the horses some grass along the way.

They were vigilant even when cleaning, and could vaguely hear the old man's voice calling his wife in a low voice: "Bring a new loofah, the old one is lost, if it gets into the meat, it won't work. Okay."

"Turn up the fire and pour more water. There are a lot of guests, and it is estimated that you will have to drink a lot of soup."

"The water in the big pot is almost gone, you can add more, in case it will be later. There are still guests coming, and there will be no hot water." The

old man's voice was hoarse, and it sounded no different from what they had encountered before.

After a while, the smell of bacon came from outside. They took the time to dry their close-fitting clothes and put on their robes to eat.

Mixed with potatoes, a little vermicelli and dried beans, two large pots were boiled, plus a large pot of rice, which made these people who had not eaten hot food for a long time hungry, and hurriedly gave them to their boss. After one bowl, they opened their stomachs and started eating.

The old man coughed and stepped back.

In the conservatory of Xie's house, Ye Yuanxian was bending over to graft a half-person-height apple tree. The mother apple was the Qiyuehong from the village before, and the daughter plant used for grafting was the kind of "ugly apple" he found in the mountains. ".

Behind him are many seedlings of such fruit trees, such as pear trees, apples, oranges, apricots, peaches, etc. Many of them have been successfully grafted and sprouted. In the October season, some immature eggs the size of eggs are still hanging on the branches. fruit.