Tianshi Farming Daily

The family was overjoyed when they heard the news, and they were extremely happy.

After General Zhen Guo calmed down a little, he wrote all the things that happened in the letter, and sent someone to send it to Zhao Chengmo quickly.

At this time, Zhao Chengmo was accompanying Gu Lingze to pick up the previously ordered items from the blacksmith shop in the town.

Looking at the mandarin duck copper pot in his hand, Gu Lingze couldn't help but marvel at the fine craftsmanship of this dynasty.

Originally, he thought that if he didn't succeed, he would just use the two pots to season separately, but he didn't expect to do it quickly and well.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, the blacksmith just looked at it over and over again, thinking that he was not satisfied, so he asked, "Is there any dissatisfaction with this little brother? Tell me, and I can change it."

Gu Lingze shook his head with a smile, "I am not dissatisfied, it has exceeded my expectations."

After finishing speaking, he took out the previously agreed price from his sleeve. The quality of the copper pot was very good, and his business attitude was also good, so he added some rewards.

The blacksmith took it with a smile on his face, and asked them to tell them what to do in the future.

Gu Lingze boiled thick soup early in the morning, took the pot back home and started making the base.Zhao Chengmo was not idle at the side. Yesterday he ordered a low stove according to his request, and now he is using this stove to burn charcoal to make a fire.

After everything was ready, everyone sat at the table and looked at the hot pot with thick soup. Half of it was white and mellow, and half of it was red, spicy and delicious. Everyone's index fingers were twitching.

At this time, it was snowing outside, densely and densely, like millions of jade scales falling from the sky, and like velvet butterfly wings flying all over the sky.

It is the cold window, bamboo and snow are bright, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling. It is the highest enjoyment in life to eat hot pot and watch the snow scene in this weather.

Uncle Xu took out the wine he bought in advance, because the price of wine is expensive, some people are reluctant to give alcohol to women and younger brothers, but this situation will not happen here, except for the three children, everyone pours a glass .

But Gu Lingze refused. The last time I drank with Zhao Chengmo, I didn't pay attention to it. I just felt that the taste of the wine was weak and weird.

After looking at it later, Gu Lingze understood why the ancients would talk about a glass of dirty wine and show their heart.

The wine was really cloudy, with a tinge of blue in color, and tasted a bit like the rice wine I drank before.

Gu Lingze, who has seen a lot of soy sauce brewing in this world, of course would not drink this kind of liquid with microorganisms floating in it, so he declined Uncle Xu's kindness.

Everyone present remembered this happy snow day. The family ate hot pot, drank wine and watched the snow, laughing and having fun.

Two days later, Zhao Chengmo received a letter from General Zhen Guo, and the reply confirmed Gu Lingze's previous guess.

"The most urgent thing is to let me diagnose and treat it myself. Jiuhuandan is only temporarily suppressing it. Once the toxin erupts again, it will be impossible to cure the disease." Gu Lingze said while looking at the contents of the letter.

Zhao Chengmo understood what he meant, but some things still made him hesitate.

"What else are you thinking about? It's about his life, and you're undecided?" Gu Lingze was a little puzzled.

"General Zhen Guo's surname is Gu." After Zhao Chengmo finished speaking, he looked at him firmly.

"It's the same as my surname? That's really a fate."