Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

What Ling Jingxuan didn't expect was that the late rice they planted not only had an yield of nearly ten shi per mu, but also the rice made from the rice was more fragrant and glutinous than ordinary rice. Even Yan Shengrui couldn't help but praise the taste of the rice. Don't mention how happy he is, especially Ling Chenglong. You know, this is the only thing he has done. Recently, he walks with wind and smiles everywhere. Old Zhou Zhengda and others go up the mountain every day to collect humus to top-dress the rice fields, hoping for a bumper harvest in the coming year.

For this reason, Ling Jingxuan didn't say much, it's good that the old man is busy, although he knows better than anyone else that the late rice can be harvested in a big way, and the rice is more fragrant than other rice, most of the reasons are due to the Crescent Moon Spring water, but, As long as the millet from this time is kept as a seed, the rice in the future should be just as fragrant and glutinous.

"What are you doing, I ran to the kitchen several times in the early morning."

It was already very cold at the end of November, and everyone had put on thick cotton-padded clothes. On this day, Ling Jingxuan didn't care about the cotton-padded clothes. Yes, the forehead was still covered with sweat. Yan Shengrui, who came back from Zhao's house, grabbed him when he ran out of the kitchen again. Recently, he has been busy supervising the blacksmithing work. Except for meal time and night, they are all busy during the day. It's hard to see each other.

"Nothing, today is a special day, I need to prepare something."

Turning around and throwing him a smile, Ling Jingxuan walked towards the kitchen, Yan Shengrui raised his eyebrows curiously, and couldn't help but follow: "What special day?"

"Our son's birthday."

Everyone is busy, and basically forget it, maybe it is because children's birthdays are not important to farmers, but now Ling Jingxuan, who has become a shopkeeper, firmly remembers that he will send the children off early this morning. After going out, he got busy. This is the first time he celebrates his sons' birthdays. Among other things, he must make a birthday cake. Since the last time he received the order, the two buns have not been in a good mood , one is not excited when seeing money, and the other is not happy to eat. Taking this opportunity, he also wants to make them happy.

"Birthday? Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's too late to prepare gifts now." Hearing this, Yan Shengrui couldn't help but widen his eyes. No one had mentioned it to him. Naturally, he couldn't know when the child's birthday is, but he only knew it was end of the year.

"Hehe...I forgot, otherwise you would have asked Yi Sansi to ride to the county town to buy something. With their speed, they should be able to make it back before dinner."

Entering the kitchen, Ling Jingxuan went straight to the chiffon cake that had already been steamed and placed on the counter. A bowl of refined cream, jam for decoration, and several kinds of wild fruits he asked his father to take him to pick in the mountains yesterday. He can't name them, but the taste is quite good, and he plans to use them for decoration At the same time, he also made a few colored candles.

"Did you do it on purpose? Is this a snack?"

Yan Shengrui glared at him angrily, and couldn't help but move his gaze to the round object about 30 centimeters in front of him, a little doubt could not help but appear in his eyes, is there any dessert in the world that he hasn't tasted? But he had never even seen this thing.

"Well, this is chiffon cake, try it and see how it tastes."

As he said that, Ling Jingxuan dug some of the edge of the cake with his hands and put it into his mouth. The soft and soft taste that melted in his mouth instantly conquered Yan Shengrui's picky stomach: "Not bad, neither sweet nor light, the mouth has a clear fragrance of eggs, But isn’t the portion too big? It’s not easy for children to eat.”

"Hehe... don't we have a knife, I have to make a lot of decorations on it, and I can't tell you clearly. You will know it when you eat the cake at night. Why don't you hurry up and ask people to buy something? I really don't plan to give it away. Son a gift?"

He never liked to explain, and Ling Jingxuan didn't bother to explain to him in detail. He picked up the chopsticks and vigorously shoveled the cream in the basin. The cream took him a lot of effort to extract, thanks to his usual refining All kinds of things, otherwise I'm afraid I can only put some fruit on the cake for decoration.

Looking at the busy daughter-in-law, Yan Shengrui suddenly couldn't bear to leave, and couldn't help leaning against the counter with his hands folded on his chest, his peach blossom eyes were full of happiness and indescribable tenderness: "Don't worry, children I’ll be back in the afternoon, Jingxuan, what do you think I should give them? Xiaowen’s favorite thing is money, and Xiaowu, besides eating, I still eat, or I’ll just give them a red envelope of 10,000 taels of silver each. ?”

This remark could hardly conceal the element of a joke, but the busy Ling Jingxuan echoed it funny: "I think it's okay, Yinzi Xiaowen will definitely be happy to see it, and Xiao Wu can also buy whatever he wants, but ten thousand taels are you okay? It’s almost the same if it’s replaced with yellow gold.”

Who made him rich? If he didn't help his sons beat him up, he would be embarrassed.

"Huang Jin is also successful, I'm afraid our Xiaowen will faint from fright, are you sure?"

Raising his eyebrows, Yan Chengrui didn't feel any distress at all, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but his head went black, it seemed that this was really possible, when the emperor rewarded him with gold last time, their little bun was so absorbed in thinking about Yan'er that he didn't pay attention at all So, if Sheng Ruizhen gave them a red envelope of 12,000 gold this time, wouldn't he be scared to death? Maybe he thought his father was going to rob the bank.

"Then you'd better give the money, they don't lack anything, and even if you don't spend the money, you can save it to be their wives in the future. According to our family's habit of not spending money randomly, I guess, in the future when they marry The daughter-in-law doesn’t need us to pay for the bride price.”

Speaking of this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help being funny. Last time they borrowed

He gave them more than one thousand taels of silver, and he resolutely returned three thousand taels to them. On weekdays, Jinghan Jingpeng, Mrs. Zhao Han, and even Qingzi would give them some silver as pocket money, but they were useless. All of them were saved, and now the two children have become real little local tyrants.

"Hehe... The son's money belongs to the son. We should give it to them when they marry a daughter-in-law. This money can't be saved."

He didn't accompany the children during the most important five years, and he didn't even know they existed. He won't be absent again in the future. Whether it's their growth or marrying a wife, he will give them the best, and he will return to Beijing in the future Well, the first thing he will do is to invite the children to be knighted, and he will supply them with everything that should be given to them.

"Nonsense, of course I know it can't be saved, but then again, Xiao Wu is always clamoring to marry Yan'er. You said that if Yan'er becomes the emperor, do we want to marry Xiao Wu into the palace?"

Speaking of this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but stop what he was doing, he didn't mind whether he married him or not, as long as the children were happy, but he really didn't like the palace, no matter how awesome the emperor was, in order to balance the previous court , there will always be countless concubines in the harem, although he believes that Yan'er will definitely protect the little bun, but as long as he thinks of the existence of those concubines, he will feel uncomfortable in various ways, presumably his little bun will not be able to bear it either? When the time comes...then it won't be the time, Xiao Baozi's temperament is becoming more and more like Sheng Rui, and he might start a killing spree.

"Are you thinking too much? It's all meaningless things, not to mention that Xiao Wu is only five years old, and Xiao Qi is only ten years old. Even if they really want to get married in the future, it is impossible for my son It's the one below, and it's even more unlikely that Xiao Qi would be willing to be wronged by him. With his doting on Xiao Wu, it's not impossible to empty the harem. There are examples to follow, and the courtiers dare not object."

In fact, many members of the Yan family are very infatuated, but they are not firm enough, and the surrounding environment makes them unable to be firm. Like Emperor Gaozu, there is only one in the world.

"Well, let's talk about it when the time comes, I finally understand what it means to be a parent in the world."

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan turned around and started working again. The cream was already whipped, and he only needed to decorate the chilled chiffon cake. Ling Jingxuan picked up the long knife he had prepared earlier, and carefully divided the cake from the middle. For the second, put the top part aside first, and then use a bamboo knife to get some cream and spread it evenly on the remaining half of the cake, then spread the red pulp cut into small particles, and then touch a layer of cream, and finally Cover the half of the cake that was removed earlier, spread a layer of bright red jam on the top after covering it with cream, and decorate the remaining fruit on the cake to complete.

"Well, the effect is not bad."

The nearly transparent red jam is covered on the white cream, as if it has been covered with a layer of pink tulle. The dark red thumb-sized fruit rolls around the edge of the cake, and the inside is decorated with other fruits , Ling Jingxuan thought for a while, picked up a few black fruits, squeezed out the juice and mixed it with the cream, and there was a dark red to black cream, looked around, but didn't find something suitable, Ling Jingxuan ran out, and after a while He walked in again with a piece of pure white rice paper, folded the rice paper into the shape of a funnel, carefully put the dyed jam into it, and then gently squeezed them out to write Happy Birthday to Xiao Baozi on the remaining half of the cake. words.