Zhao Ying squatted down silently, unbuttoned the ropes on the mouths of the two sheep, patted them lightly twice, paused for a while, and then slapped them silently twice.

"Um."

它俩……显然是死得透透的.

看来没什么回魂的希望啊!

Yes, no matter how weak Zhao Ying looks, she looks gentle, and she has also learned martial arts since she was a child. Moreover, his martial arts master is Wei Wuliang, a famous sword god in Huashan today. Even if he really has no intention, he will not be very enlightened, and he will not be able to kill a sheep.

Gu Xiang smiled and turned to the old dog and said, "Go to find the owner of this sheep, just say we can buy these two sheep."

老狗:“噗!”

"Cough." Gu Xiang blinked, "Why are you laughing at? Brother Ying is comforting everyone. If Brother Ying hadn't beaten the sheep, would you have mutton soup later?"

The old dog smiled and said, "That's right, thank you brother Ying, the younger brothers."

While saying that, he couldn't help but laugh and took the money to look for it, seeing where the sheep shepherds on the mountain went to hide.

Zhao Ying: “…”

他此时已回过神.

I didn't even see that those sheep... were all masters. It was really not good to have them. It was obvious that there were groups of sheep on the mountains, wild grass slopes, which was a strange thing, not to mention that there were sheepdogs.

If he was so confused when he was doing the job, he wouldn't have died ten thousand times.

The old dog led the man to the hillside, and the sheep-herder was jumping and crying and cursing. He spoke all the country slang, and cursing people directly, which was simply unpleasant.

这要是让那瑛小哥听见,可够尴尬的.

It doesn't matter if the old dog is so old. He is from a city and is always scolded by others when he is scolded by his ancestors. He is also very good at scolding himself.

But now that they have to be gentle and elegant with their little lady, they have to behave well. Look at the senior brothers and sisters of the little lady’s sect, they all have a style and aura? Even if he can’t compare... he can’t be the same as before.

The old dog tasted it, but life is still better.

Soon, the old dog led the joyful shepherd and took the dozen or so sheep back to the camp. The shepherd smiled and his voice sounded very nice: "The noble man is so amazing. I am such a sheep. Look at our head sheep. Both ordinary men can't handle it. And the three shepherds in our family are the mountain guard dogs that cannot catch up with the wolf-headed mountain dogs in the village. They are also the first-class guys. The noble man can actually take out these two little lambs quietly. It's amazing, amazing!"

The shepherd gave a thumbs up, without any stuttering, and praised it for a while.

Gu Xiang endured the laughter and felt abdominal pain. He looked at Zhao Ying again. Unexpectedly, this person was very serious, with a blushing face and heartbeat, and could chat with the shepherd lively.

The heavy snow had not stopped and it was dizzy. Gu Xiang lit up a few small chefs in the Huotou Camp to deal with the sheep.

Since I bought it, I naturally have to let all my brothers eat it.

Two of these in the Huotou Camp were less than thirteen years old, all of whom were small and small, but they had been running around in front of the stove since they were young. With the strength, Old Du valued their age, so they followed Gu Xiang and served. They could not become Sanniang's confidant team and were better trained.

Gu Xiang saw that they were carrying water and carrying firewood, but he felt guilty about using child labor. If she didn't let these two children work, they would definitely be frightened and scared themselves.

How can any servant who is not allowed to use it in these days have a better life?

Gu Xiang had no choice but to be sure, these two boys were working on the stove, and they had absolutely no shortage of food and drink, and they had enough oil and water. She specially arranged light and flexible errands for them and did not let them get up early in the morning. Anyway, the two boys had jumped up in the past two months, which made Jiang sigh and sat on the kang, while cutting fabrics and making new clothes, while feeling sorry for her materials.

"Even if it is the village's home, how many people will work hard."

Jiang also likes these two boys very much. Although he talks, he can't bear to wear clothes that reveal a piece of his calves.

Gu Xiang asked a few boys to stew the mutton and pick the bones out to make the soup. Gu Xiang didn't pick the meat. Although the soup had to be clear and clean, they were all middle-aged men now, and they always had to eat meat.

After looking at the sky, I simply sliced ​​some meat slices as thin as cicada wings.

If you don’t eat shabu on snowy days, when should you come and eat it?

The mutton actually showed some cloud-like redness in the pot.

"The river is surging and snowy, and the wind shines on the sunset."

Gu Xiang first picked up a slice of mutton and dipped it into the simple sauce. The slices of mutton were very thin and melted in the mouth. The taste was so delicious that it was hard to describe.

She thought about the mutton, but there was no trace of blood left. The slight smell of smell in the mutton was not only not bad, but also unique.

While eating, Zhao Susu praised her little lady's poems, but she didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate to the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow in the morning glow.

Gu Xiang smiled, and she also forgot whose poem this was. She blurted out when she saw it from somewhere. Fortunately, none of the people here were talking.

I really need to pay attention to it in the future.

She is a serious science student and has very few impressions of the poems and songs of the liberal arts. She cannot do it, and she dares not do it. She must not leave a reputation for chanting poetry outside.

Otherwise, she would be forced to recite something like "Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow"... that would be really impossible to live.

Gu Xiang took a few bites, but when he turned around, he saw that Zhaodi had woken up at some point, and was busy helping in front of the stove.

The little guy obviously made cooked rice, cut meat, and washed the pot and dishes even more quickly. Gu Xiang saw her little hand full of frostbite and blinked: "Little girl, come, I have sent someone to Dawang Village to check on the situation of Miss Li. Come and sit here first, let's eat this piece of Xia Gong, and by the way, tell me, what is the situation of Miss Li in your mouth?"

Although the mutton is made of rabbit meat, the mutton is naturally fragrant and can be eaten.

In fact, this little girl didn't need to explain the situation in detail. When Gu Xiang heard the words, he might be vague and could only guess a little bit, and everyone else knew it.

Even Zhao Ying, who was born in a noble family, was very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and was unwilling to suffer any pain or not, and could not suffer any pain. She also understood it very well.

The court rewarded the widow to remarry and the court prohibited lynching. But what could it be actually like?
Chapter completed!