County Magistrate Zhou opened his mouth and decided to be a good person. He sighed and patted Magistrate Wang on the shoulder: "Let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Sheng rolled down from the top of the tent, stood up on the ground, staggered down and held the tree next to him, silently staring at Magistrate Wang.

County Magistrate Wang: "??"

Li Sheng raised his hand to cover his face.

Zhou County Wei Fuling was in a heart. He quickly helped Prince Wang to a chair and sat down before Chang Li. Then he looked at the wine jar rolling down on the ground and whispered: "Let me ask, is this wine that has been drunk by Chef Gu?"

County Magistrate Wang was puzzled: "I asked clearly that I just sent it this morning and said it was a trial-made medicinal wine. Don't you have it too?"

County Magistrate Zhou sighed.

Magistrate Wang smiled and said, "I know you are a pity. I also know that what Chu Gu has to do is definitely good wine. But since it is good wine, I shouldn't hide it myself and take it out for people who are good at drinking wine. This wine is not a waste."

He looked generous, "I don't drink, I have such a good thing in my hands, that's the pearl that has been cast in secret."

County Magistrate Zhou nodded and sighed relieved: "Okay, okay, Brother Wang is still generous. Unlike me, Master Zhang offered to buy my jar of wine for one thousand gold. I was really moved to go to Shangqingguan to ask for money. Alas, how can I actually ask Master Zhang for money..."

Plop!

Magistrate Wang shivered, his feet slipped, and his chair rolled to the ground. He raised his head and looked carefully at County Magistrate Zhou: "What... means?"

County Magistrate Zhou was stunned and quickly closed his mouth.

Li Sheng covered his heart and calmed down, and said angrily: "You can sell a thousand gold? A thousand gold is nothing. That wine can bring back life. Master Zhang said it is comparable to the "rejuvenation" of Shangqing Temple. Do you know how much money the royal family gives Shangqing Temple a year? That is a full 500,000 taels of silver."

"Shangqing Temple can not give royal tribute to the Royal Spring Wine every year. It can pay one or two pounds every two or three years, which is a lot."

Magistrate Wang: “…Wow!”

County Magistrate Zhou saw that County Magistrate Wang's eyes turned red and she cried like a dog. He was at a loss for a moment. A thought suddenly changed into Li Sheng's mind. If the Duke of his family knew that Gu Sanniang had given both County Magistrate Wang and County Magistrate Zhou, but without his share, would he cry like a dog?

The Duke of the State is addicted to alcohol and good at tasting wine, and he has never been good at drinking.

Just imagine, a sense of joy surged in Li Sheng's heart, and he hated that he had a headache when he read and practiced calligraphy, and wanted to run away as soon as he learned to draw. Now he can neither write 300-word poems to express his feelings, nor can he draw a picture of someone crying like a dog to collect.

"Why!"

Li Sheng sighed, feeling extremely depressed.

The storm of delivering wine can never be heard from Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang was cooking noodles at home.

The sheep bones were cut just right, and they were put into the pot last night and simmered slowly over low heat until now, the soup is clear but not turbid, fragrant but not greasy.

The most important thing about Yangchun noodles is scallion oil. Gu Xiang dug a large lump of lard and applied it to the bottom of the pot. The bottom of the pot was preheated. The layer of bubbles quickly floated up with layers of bubbles. He took a small shovel and shoveled it until the whole piece of lard was crystal clear like jade, and then poured the peanut oil outward from the middle.

At this time, the action must be fast. Add a light heat while pouring. Cut the green onion and leaves separately and throw it in. Also boil it slowly over low heat and stir it gently with long chopsticks.

In the past, Gu Xiang would throw the scallion oil in and boil it for 30 to 40 minutes, and then take it out and eat it. It tasted quite fragrant, but now that she bought the recipe from the system and was infused with a lot of things in her mind, she realized that the simple demand for boiling scallion oil was even higher than that of cooking those dishes.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound of onion slices rolling in the oil pan, sizzling, sizzling.

The aroma of scallion oil mixed with the fragrance of broth steamed upwards, slowly creeping into each household with the wind.

Gu Xiang smiled and started to knead the dough at this time. The dough was shaking smoothly. Considering the taste of Gu Laoshi, Jiang, and Wulang, the noodles were slightly wider, with some eggs, salt and sugar in it. The noodles boiled in water were rare and delicious.

It was the meal time, and smoke from every household in the village was raising. It was usually the most happy time for the family. But today we sat at the table, looking at the corn porridge with all kinds of sand, stones and bran in the bowl, and the black and hard cook cakes. When we smelled the scent of the wind, we immediately felt that we were so miserable, so miserable!

Not far away, Master Zhang pulled his rice bowl and squinted his eyes intoxicatedly: "Good taste, good taste!"

His apprentice looked at the few grains of rice in the bowl with helpless expressions: he always felt that his master was sick in his head.

Gu Jiulang sat at the dinner table of the Gu family, looking at the bowl bigger than his face filled with elastic noodles. After pouring the broth, he scooped a large spoonful of scallion oil, and coriander and scallion were scattered on it. Jiulang picked up the chopsticks and adjusted it, grabbed the noodles, rolled it up several times, rolled out a thick noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um."

It is full of fragrance, very chewy, and is very satisfying to eat.

Wuro grabbed the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth hard, but after eating for a long time, he was not as good as Gu Jiu's bite.

After eating all the noodles, he finally picked up the bowl and drank all the soup. Jiuro shook his mouth with satisfaction: "Another bowl."

Goro: "Woo."

His bowl was half smaller than Brother Jiu's, and he ate even slower. After one bowl, his mouth was not full, and his stomach was already full.

Gu Jiu smiled and said, "Wuron, I will come here to teach you tomorrow. If you study, someone must be in charge of talent."

"Jinshi..."

Goro's eyes were full of stars. After a while, he raised his eyes with clarity: "...My sister will go to the military camp the day after tomorrow."

Gu Jiu: "..."

He was silent for a while: "I will come for two more days tomorrow. We scholars must have the ability to study independently, otherwise we will not be able to become a climate."

Gu Xiang fed his younger brother a pot of noodles, and spread the remaining noodles in a bamboo basket for later use.

Logically speaking, Gu Laoshi and Jiang should be at home for dinner at this time. Usually there is no time, Gu Laoshi may have come back a little later, but Jiang will always get home before the meal is cooked.

The Gu family's business has been booming recently. Gu Laoshi and Jiang were planning to spend money to avoid labor, but Gu Xiang didn't want them to do heavy physical work, which would be too much to lose the body and was not cost-effective at all.

However, the court added wages again, and Gu Laoshi didn't want to work as a hard laborer, but the court gave too much.

Gu Xiang sent Gu Jiu away. Just as he was about to throw Wulang into the study room to study, he went to search for his parents. Jiang hurried back, his face turned pale and went into the house to take Gu's honest clothes: "Sanniang, watch your brother go to bed early. Gu Run ran away by himself and burned Master Juehui's temple. The matter was very big... Your father, your uncle and others went to find someone together."

Gu Xiang: "..."

She really didn't expect this.
Chapter completed!