Qinghuai was thinking about the Tielin Army. He came down from the mountain and immediately got into the house and wrote a letter home to Duke Qing, requesting that he regain control of the Tielin Army.
I originally wanted to say that I had found a way to restrain the cavalry, but after thinking about Jin Feng's reminder, I finally didn't write it down.
"Zheng Fang, Liu Qiong, you two each bring two horses and send this letter back to Bianjing as quickly as possible."
Qinghuai handed the family letter titled Huoqi to the guard.
"Master Marquis, when can the transfer order be sent back at the earliest?"
Jin Feng looked at the guard's horseback and asked.
"From here to Bianliang, it will take at most twenty days. If everything goes well, we can come back in about a month. If someone blocks it, it will be hard to say." Qinghuai replied.
"Besides the eldest young master and the second young master, who else can stop me?"
Zhong Wu muttered softly.
"Shut up."
Qinghuai scolded and sighed slightly.
His father, Duke Qing, was a veteran general with old friends all over the army. It would not be difficult to regain the military power of the Tielin Army. What he was worried about was the obstruction of his eldest and second brothers.
"I'm going to take a nap first. Call me after you've bought the things."
After realizing that Qinghuai didn't have much airs, Jin Feng became more and more casual, waved his hand, and went back to the back room to sleep.
After not sleeping all night, Jin Feng was so sleepy that he didn't even eat lunch and slept until mid-afternoon when he woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Guan Xiaorou sitting by the bed, sewing clothes in her hands.
Ever since she got married, Guan Xiaorou has been busy with other things. She didn't have time to make clothes, and she couldn't buy ready-made clothes. Even now, the clothes she and Jin Feng wear still have patches.
It was nothing before. After all, everyone in Xihewan had patches on their clothes, so no one should laugh at anyone.
But things changed after Qinghuai came. This guy's clothes were always clean and neat. Standing next to him, Jin Feng looked a little shabby.
Ever since she discovered this, Guan Xiaorou stopped spinning and devoted herself to helping Jin Feng make new clothes.
"Master, are you awake?"
Knowing that Jin Feng liked to drink water first after waking up, Guan Xiaorou quickly put down her clothes and handed over the water glass.
She would change this glass of water every half hour, always maintaining the right water temperature.
"Master, come and try the clothes to see if they fit. If they don't fit, I'll change them."
Guan Xiaorou took the water cup, picked up the clothes she was making just now, and helped Jin Feng put them on.
"Oh, why are the shoulders so wide here? The waist is also loose..."
This was Guan Xiaorou's first time making clothes by herself, and her work was not very good. The shoulders and waist were loose, but the two sleeves were not the same length.
"Master, take it off quickly."
Guan Xiaorou was ashamed, annoyed and anxious, and she burst into tears: "Master, I am so useless, I can't even make a single piece of clothing..."
"It's your first time making clothes. It's already very good that you can do it like this. If it were me, I would probably be able to make three pairs of sleeves."
Jin Feng hugged Guan Xiaorou into his arms: "Why are you crying? Can't you just change it if you make a mistake?"
"Then what are you wearing?"
"You didn't make this dress, and I'm not naked either."
"There are patches on your clothes."
"What's wrong with the patches? Don't everyone's clothes have patches? You have more patches on your clothes than I do."
Jin Feng smiled and pointed at the patches on Guan Xiaorou's clothes.
"The head of the house is a scholar. Every time I see you wearing patched clothes and talking to the Marquis, I feel particularly uncomfortable."
Guan Xiaorou pursed her lips and said: "You bought the fabric early tomorrow, but I have been doing messy things and haven't made any clothes for you..."
"Haha, we can't compare with Mr. Hou. He wears satin and brocade, and his clothes are enough to feed our family for two years."
Jin Feng smiled and said: "Besides, what Mr. Hou values is his ability, not his clothes.
Even if I am wearing shabby clothes, the Marquis is still chatting and laughing with me. If I don’t have the ability, no matter how well-dressed I am, I’m afraid the Marquis won’t even look at me.”
"The person in charge of my family is the most capable person."
Guan Xiaorou raised her head and said sweetly.
"That's right, don't cry, change it slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Jin Feng scratched Guan Xiaorou's nose: "Don't prick your hand again."
Guan Xiaorou has been in a hurry these days. Her fingers have been pricked by needles countless times and there are little red dots everywhere.
"Uh-huh."
Guan Xiaorou nodded obediently: "By the way, Runniang left some rice and it's warming on the stove. I'll bring it to you."
"No, I'll just go eat."
Jin Feng waved his hand, put on his patched rags, and turned into the kitchen.
Runniang was washing vegetables when she saw Jin Feng coming in. She smiled shyly and skillfully pulled out a small jar from the ashes under the pot.
"Brother Feng, I've stewed half a pheasant for you since last night. You can try it."
Knowing that Jin Feng couldn't eat wild vegetables and wheat porridge, Runniang would cook a small stove for Jin Feng and his family every time.
Jin Feng had no objection to this.
If you don't do something special, what else would you call a boss?
Tang Dongdong was opposed to it at first, but was pushed back by Jin Feng.
Later, I found that the women didn't mind Jin Feng running the small stove at all, and they also joined Jin Feng's small table. They even said that since they were in charge of people, they should eat with their hosts, and they couldn't drive them away.
Guan Xiaorou, on the other hand, always felt embarrassed. If Jin Feng hadn't had a tough attitude, she would have gone back to drink wheat porridge and wild vegetables with the women.
After stewing for almost a day, the bones of the pheasant are almost melted. When you open the lid, a rich and fragrant aroma will make you open your index fingers.
I took the rice from Run Niang's hand, poured a ladle of soup on it with the meat, and then added it with the crisp and refreshing wild vegetables. It was so delicious.
While eating, Zhong Wu broke in, looked at the small can and swallowed: "Sir, the housekeeper is back. The Marquis asked me to come over and ask you where to unload the things?"
"Have you bought everything I want?"
Jin Feng asked with a frown.
The distance from Xihewan to the county capital is not close. Zhang Liang usually goes out before dawn, so it would be nice to be back in time for dinner.
There were a few times when I had to haul a lot of things, and it was already midnight when I came back.
The housekeeper left at seven or eight o'clock, and now he's back in the middle of the afternoon?
Isn't it because you didn't buy something?
"Don't worry, sir. The butler said that except for coal, everything else has been bought."
Zhong Wu said: "There is no coal in Jinchuan. You have to go to Hanzhong to find it. The housekeeper has already sent someone there. If we hurry, we should be able to come back in three to five days."
"Can."
Jin Feng said: "This butler is quite agile."
"Knowing that my husband is in a hurry to use it, the housekeeper will hurry up."
"No wonder."
Jin Feng suddenly realized.
Zhang Liang usually goes to the county house slowly with a cart, but the housekeeper rides back and forth on horseback, so the speed is naturally faster.
"I can't keep the pile at home, and there are too many twine here. It will be troublesome if it burns. Let's put the things over there first."
Jin Feng hurriedly finished the rest of the meal: "Let's go, I'll go with you."