I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

The path was lined with lush flowers and leaves, and a few bright little flowers poked out from the branches and rested on the robes of several people.

Su Jinyue looked at Dan, Tan and the others who were more beautiful than flowers.

Tsk tsk, I suddenly feel a little reluctant, what should I do?

But, the one on the right.

Oh, yes, that’s Lu Zhi.

Why are you hiding behind Dan with a blushing face?

Su Jinyue widened her eyes, looked at Lu Zhi, then turned her head to look at the young poplar trees.

Oh……

The second one is the one dressed in green.

That’s right, the same big red face.

Was there something going on that she wasn't aware of?

She looked at Shi Nudan with a wicked smile and said, "When it comes to gossip, we have to point to our intelligence officer, Xiao Dan."

"Ahem, go listen to the lecture first."

"Yes, Master Imperial Master, the boys will withdraw first."

After Yunrui finished speaking, he slowly walked out of everyone's sight with his brothers.

Before turning the corner, the young Bai Yang in green quietly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Lu Zhi, and was seen by Su Jinyue who was observing secretly.

Confirmed, something is happening!

Oh ho~

Why is she so excited? Has she awakened to the identity of a CP fan leader?

On a spring trip, the apricot blossoms blow all over.

Who on the Mo is young and romantic.

Su Jinyue was immersed in the ecstasy of having found a new sweet couple, and the carved patterns under the eaves became much more pleasing to the eye.

The sun shone on their feet as they hurried to the lobby with brisk steps.

"Father, your most beloved daughter is here~"

Ying Zheng, who was originally discussing matters with Li Si and the county magistrate in the lobby, felt relaxed when he heard the sweet female voice, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

But he still kept a straight face and replied dignifiedly, "Sit down and stop making trouble."

After saying this, his expression remained unchanged. He stretched out a finger and pointed at the cherries on the table.

The eunuch behind Ying Zheng immediately understood, bent down, carefully picked up the bowl and plate of cherries, and brought it to Su Jinyue.

"Thank you, Father. You are the most benevolent and compassionate to young people, and you are admired by all the people."

"Poor talk~"

Ying Zheng chuckled and interrupted Su Jinyue's flattery, "You came at the right time. The cans and earthen bowls are already made. Come and see the finished product."

As Ying Zheng finished speaking, a waiter entered the hall carrying a tray of pottery jars of different shapes and placed them on the tables of several people one by one.

Su Jinyue picked up a round and cute palm-sized clay pot and played with it slowly.

Our ancestors were indeed masters of handicrafts.

These pottery jars are sealed with wooden corks and oilcloth. They are beautiful in appearance and fully functional. If you shake them gently, you can faintly hear the sound of water inside.

"Father, can I open one and try it?"

Li Yuan, who was sitting opposite Su Jinyue, laughed heartily. "Master, please feel free to taste them. There are plenty. The one with the red border is canned cherry. Master, you can try it first."

"Thank you, Magistrate Li. I won't be polite then!"

The waiter quickly handed over the hammer, gently knocked off the mud seal at the opening, and slowly cleaned the oilcloth.

Su Jinyue looked at him opening a wine that had been aged for decades, and she also became excited.

Soon, the cork opened and the lobby was filled with the sweet aroma of fruit.

The waiters put each can of food into small bowls and served them to everyone.

“Yes, it’s delicious!”

“Sweet but not greasy, smooth in the mouth, delicious!”

The elderly Li Yuan was full of praise for the canned food and even ate two bowls and still felt unsatisfied.

"Once the method of making this canned food spreads throughout the Qin Dynasty, the people of Qian will have more fruits and vegetables to eat in winter, and both the elderly and children will have something to eat."

Li Si scooped up a piece of peach with a spoon and savored it carefully. "It's a pity that this can uses a lot of sugar. The price will probably be quite high."

There is no way to do this. The sugar on the market now is mainly malt sugar. Some people in the old Chu area consume sugarcane juice, but it has not been widely spread because it is inconvenient to transport.

Su Jinyue was eating canned fruit and kept recalling the short videos she had watched. It seemed that sugar first appeared in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was called shayi, which was several hundred years ago.

"Perhaps, we can boil sugarcane, that is, mulberry stalks, to produce brown sugar, and then filter and drip out white sugar..."

She spoke in a less-than-firm tone, and she really couldn't remember the details.

However, for this group of smart people, that's enough.

Ying Zheng put down the spoon and gave the order directly, "Prime Minister Li, write this down and send it back to the Shaofu for them to research."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Outside the house, the sun was pouring down and a gentle breeze was blowing through the treetops, rustling the branches and leaves.

Several people in the house were eating sweet and soft fruits, laughing and talking. The sound of their chatter and the chirping of birds under the eaves combined to create a leisurely atmosphere in the room.

Ziying leisurely waved his feather fan and looked through the windowsill at Zhishou working in the fields.

There was a hint of amusement on the corner of his mouth as he thought about the other party's behavior in the past few days.

First, he walked around the entire village with his injuries, and then left the village in the middle of the night to get a pack of paper and pen.

It is said that every night he would draw portraits of the people he met during the day and carefully put them away.

In just a few days, all the villagers had been painted by him.

Except for Ziying himself.

I think the other party will definitely find a way to meet him.

The feather fan swayed slowly, bringing gusts of breeze, and Ziying slowly closed his eyes.

In the wheat field at the entrance of the village, Zhishou rolled up his trouser legs and followed a dark-skinned strong man to pull weeds.

"Brother Yao, that tile-roofed house in our village is really impressive. Is it the village chief's home?"

The strong man continued to pull out the weeds and replied without turning his head, "No, the village chief's house is the one on the east side. You are talking about the master's house."

Zhishou became interested and asked, "Master? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"The teacher doesn't go out often, but the children at home learn to read from him."

Zhishou was about to ask more, but the man turned his head away and said sternly, "Shou, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. You can't tell anyone about the Master's affairs."

"Hey, I, I just wanted to learn a few words."

Seeing his innocent smile, the man turned back to continue pulling weeds and said, "You can learn calligraphy. As long as you want to learn, the teacher will teach you."

"That's great. I'll ask the Master tomorrow."

The more he hid, the more curious Zhishou became. He felt that the other party was mysterious and had an extraordinary origin.

Tomorrow, he will go and visit.

"Shou, Uncle Yao, it's time to eat~"

"Hey, Gouzi, I heard you, I'll be right back."

The two men patted their sleeves, rolled up their trouser legs, and hurried back to the village chief's house.

On the waterfall, several soldiers lay dormant quietly, and only when late at night did they quietly run to the fields under the moonlight.

"did you find it?"

"Found it, retreat!"

A few people came and went in a hurry, quickly leaving the village with a bag of portraits, and did not forget to clean up their footprints before leaving.

Everything returned to normal, and only the man in black lying on the treetop saw it all.

After they ran far away and their figures completely disappeared in the mountains, the man in black climbed down from the tree top and walked quickly into Ziying's house.

"Sir, those people took the painting away."

"Have the captain and the others arranged the personnel?"

"Everything has been arranged. There are surveillance everywhere outside the mountains."

"Okay, go down and rest."

The man in black gently closed the door, and Ziying closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Thousands of red and purple arrangements are waiting for the first sound of new thunder.

The next day, it arrived as scheduled.