Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Those who travel through time must be careful to save their lives. Wangshu couldn't imagine what the original owner's parents would do to him if they found out that the original owner's soul was extinguished...

You can be careless with your mouth, but you can't predict the future and create something out of nothing; that's like a horror movie. She constantly researched and read, just to know what crops existed in this era, to collect recipes, the more the better, to improve her life, to cook delicious food in the comfortable space her parents had given her, and to live a peaceful life.

Qin Xiuyuan finally recovered from his flushed face and calmed down. He saw the man throw his small bag over his shoulder and seemed to be about to leave. He hurriedly stopped him: "...The sun is blazing!"

He pushed the cakes toward the person, replaced the hot tea, and poured it eighty percent full. He also showed no hesitation to the licking dog Xiao Wangcai who had regained his strength, and gave him a piece of bone, which made Xiao Wangcai prostrate himself and follow him fiercely.

"...Xiuyuan never imagined that dogs were so smart and flexible..." He reopened the topic to the little girl who was waiting for him to continue, leaving an introduction that would make the owner proud.

Now, looking closely, Xiao Wangcai is a yellow dog with a white face, a yellow earth dog, with a face that reaches down to his belly, white fur, thick limbs, a strong body, a lively personality, not afraid of strangers, strong adaptability, and human nature. He likes this gift very much.

"It can be more flexible. A strong general has no weak soldiers. Just train it as much as you can. Hehe, anyway, it's satisfying to be a general." Wangshu looked at the second round of generals she selected for Xiaowangcai. He might have some lustful ideas in his brain, but he was good at both civil and military affairs, but he was low-key, introverted and a little restrained. His exposed skin was evenly tanned, a strong and powerful honey color. In her sight, he slowly blushed shyly and lowered his head to look submissive. Gie gie, she blinked: He really blushes too easily!

But I never think it’s because I’m too shameless.

“…Xiuyuan understands…” Qin Xiuyuan didn’t know what to do with such a blatant stare. If he stopped her, he would be her future husband and it was understandable for him to be curious about her. But if he provoked her to speak out shamelessly again, wouldn’t he be self-defeating? If he didn’t stop her, she would be staring at him so openly and bluntly… He was trying to persuade himself that it was a good thing that she was willing to get close to him, to get to know him; but the situation they were getting along with was so weird that he couldn’t tell what was wrong but he felt uncomfortable all over and had no choice but to go along with her.

...follow... Qin Xiuyuan was startled by this obedience. Next to him, little Wangcai licked his paws and mouth, tilted his head to look at him, and when he saw that he responded to his gaze, he immediately wagged his tail like a spinning top...very obedient...like obedient...a bad thought came to his mind, and his mood suddenly became extremely complicated...

Afraid of missing out on the delicacies of the world, Wangshu ordered people to roughly translate those ancient books that were not written in human language. Perhaps they forced a pile of profound and useless words for the purpose of word choice, or they were too old and time-consuming and laborious to be practical, or she could not agree with her taste, so she shook her head in disgust to express her rejection.

gie gie As long as she was not stared at, she was quite satisfied with her normal performance, so she asked Tang Bo to serve the mung bean soup, take little Wangcai away, and explain Wangcai's living habits and training experience in detail with the cool sugar soup.

"Anyway, it has the instinct of a bad dog. Just slap it a few times and then give it a sweet treat." After talking carefully, Wangshu moistened his throat and finally summarized his training experience.

Qin Xiuyuan: …She's a diligent student, but she's always been at a loss for words when it comes to talking to people… She can be a bit vulgar… but she doesn't hide it, and speaks from the heart…

Speechless, unable to advance or retreat, he nodded.

"But you have to change its 'whoever feeds you is your mother' nature, otherwise it will definitely become a traitor..."

...speechless, he nodded again. According to her words, he must be Wangcai's new mother... He really wanted to find a quiet place to sort out these chaotic thoughts... His thoughts flowed like a thousand threads, but he couldn't say a word. He nodded.

Wangshu was very pleased with his attentive listening attitude. After careful consideration, he repeated it to him, "Qin Xiuyuan, Lao Tzu said: Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs; sages are not benevolent, treating the people as straw dogs. Sacrifice your life for justice and become a benevolent person, but once the wind blows, this benevolence will dissipate. After a few years, the world remains the same. So you must achieve success, but you must first strive to survive and then achieve success. Otherwise, a general's success will be the result of the death of thousands of bones. Who will remember the names of these eternal withered bones? Who will pity the bones by the Wuding River, still a dream in the boudoir..." People in the village...

Ah, bah, bah, bah! The nine-year compulsory education graduation certificate is harmful. I thought the Chinese teacher was picking me up. Bah! I can recite it smoothly now!

Qin Xiuyuan, choking on his words, was stunned: ...and then he was shaken for a long time. "Aspirations can soar to the sky, soaring to the heavens," these sage words, though tinged with sorrow, yet still grand and majestic, had always been etched in his heart and soul by his father's hand. He joined the army, eager to carry on his father's legacy, to achieve great things and bring honor to his family. Alone, a true man must die if he doesn't succeed. To this end, he honed his skills in both civil and military, especially martial arts, hoping for a chance to bring him luck... What if, what if, like his father, the days and months passed by like a shuttle... What if, as Wangshu had said, he too was unsuccessful in his mission, his business unfinished, his father still had me constantly thinking about him, constantly paying tribute to him during the holidays? And perhaps he himself was just another teardrop, a wooden sign, a sleepless night tossing and turning, no one knowing the blood and sweat he had shed over the years. Perhaps no one would care, or even, like Zhao Er, they would just drink three cups of wine. As for Wangshu, she might become the wife of another man, a man who might be rude and concerned about her unknown illness... and she...

Could it be him, the man of my dreams for decades?! … My mind told him no, no, I was just lying, but my eyes saw the rosy glow on his cheeks. Although the girl wasn’t dignified and virtuous, she wasn’t lying…

Perhaps her uncle and aunt would always love her, protect her, and keep her around, but when her uncle and aunt grew old, even if she was smart and wealthy, her parents would still be worried about her... She wasn't destined to live long, and soon their brief encounters would vanish as if they had never existed...

How can I be willing!

He never drank heartily, nor did he carry his bag and walk on the rolling rivers, visit the Red Cliff and reminisce about the past, or compose impromptu poems while looking out from a height. He never defended the safety of a city as a general, protected the people as an official, shouldered the family's hardships as a husband, or returned home with his father's remains in glory to comfort his ancestors...

Even now, he also shoulders the responsibility of revitalizing his wife's weak family. Father Ji treats him as if he were his father, and Mother Ji secretly sends a maid to deliver clothes. Perhaps she hopes that he will show some appreciation one day... to humble himself or to take good care of their daughter... The heaven and earth are clear, and he has never rejected Uncle Ji's help and Aunt Ji's care, because he has already made up his mind to reassure his father's best friend and do his best to repay the Ji family's timely help.

He had boundless fantasies and endless plans for the future, sustaining him through more than a decade of tireless study and practice, starting over after countless setbacks... No, he couldn't accept sacrificing his life at such a young age. Perhaps he would never rise to prominence again, but at least he could do his best to take care of his two small families and get by with his future wife, whose words and actions were unconventional. Perhaps with the passing of time, with steady progress, he would one day excel in his literary career and see the light at the end of the tunnel...

The Kitchen God of the Qin family.

"Delicious, delicious, delicious!" Wangshu skewered another beef ball. "Aunt Li, you're amazing! These hand-made beef balls are so delicious! I'm so happy today! Next time I'll go to the butcher shop, buy a piece of yellow ox hind leg meat like this, and ask Aunt Li to come over and help make it. Mmm, so... delicious...!!"

The chewing sound in the mouth is loud, "Delicious... Mmm, delicious!..."

"Miss Wangshu, please eat slowly. My young master bought all this to entertain you..." Butler Tang admitted that he even hired a maid just to make delicious food for this girl...

"Qin Xiuyuan is so nice, you've all been so kind to me!" Wangshu praised generously! He touched his stomach and felt like he couldn't eat any more, but his hands were very obedient and he forked another meatball.

Aunt Li was very happy that she could make the future hostess enjoy the meal for the first time. "Miss Wangshu, please bring more money when you go to the butcher shop, because beef is expensive..." The number of cattle slaughtered is small, and the taste is excellent. People are scrambling to buy them. Even wealthy families can hardly eat them a few times a year... Ordinary people dare not even think about it.

"Humph! Daddy has been hiding a lot of private money from my mother for the past six months, and I finally found it. I have to buy beef with it and eat it all, leaving no penny! Otherwise, Daddy will become bad because of the money!"

Wangshu said this bitterly, then took a big bite of the meatball and waved his hand, "Aunt Li, Shushu has the money to buy it! Don't worry!"

Aunt Li trembled: "...How could that money be yours... You're not afraid, but you dare to tear down the roof? I'm afraid. Should I tell the young master about this? This future mistress's behavior...is not good. Judging from her words, she seems to have the intention of stealing..."

"...Miss Wangshu, Master Ji loves you and will give you the money in the future. You don't have to worry about Master Ji turning bad. When he has more money, he will give it all to you." Don't steal it. When the time comes, they'll find out. Will it be because she made these hand-beaten beef balls? Even if she jumps into the Yellow River, she can't clear herself of suspicion!

Qin Xiuyuan stood quietly outside the house: ……Once again, speechless. Just as he'd snapped out of his thoughts, he found the study empty. He hurried out into the yard and heard her chattering, "Great, great, great!" praising everyone. He felt relieved and tried to calm his pounding heartbeat. Then he heard her claiming to be helping her father, but actually stealing Uncle Ji's last remaining savings without asking... She even told Aunt Li, who had tried to persuade her to give up the theft, not to be afraid...