Chapter 222

Yuehua villa got the imperial edict and reward, and Ling Jinghan got the first place in the examination. According to the country's rules, they should have a feast for the guests. However, Ling Jingxuan was so troublesome that he refused the banquet on the ground that Ling Jinghan had to prepare for the next year's rural examination. He only asked song Fu's wife and his wife to prepare a valuable meal and send it to the family they had made friends with.

Then the family was as busy as nothing had happened. I heard that the old scholar's house was in a hurry again. A few days later, the daughter who had been married out of the family came back crying with her child. Many people said that she seemed to have been laid off because she never left after she came back. When Ling Jingxuan heard this, she just laughed it off, although it should have been counted It's all his fault, but if they don't provoke him, how can Shengrui be idle and hurt and attack them? It's all karma.

What Ling Jingxuan didn't expect was that the yield of late rice they planted reached nearly ten stones per mu, and the rice made by them was more fragrant and waxy than ordinary rice. Even Yan Shengrui couldn't help praising the taste of the rice. The whole family was very happy, especially Ling Chenglong. You know, this is the only thing he did. Recently, he walked They all bring wind and smile everywhere. They take old Zhou Zhengda and others to the mountains every day to collect humus soil to fertilize the rice fields, hoping to have a bumper harvest in the coming year.

For this reason, Ling Jingxuan didn't say much. His father was busy or alive. Although he knew better than anyone else that the late rice could have a big harvest and the rice was more fragrant than other rice, most of the reasons were due to the crescent spring water. However, as long as you keep the millet for seed production, the rice in the future should be as fragrant and waxy.

"Why? I went to the kitchen several times in the morning."

It was very cold at the end of November, and everyone put on thick cotton padded clothes. On that day, Ling Jingxuan did not care about cotton padded clothes. He ran to the kitchen several times in his thin coat. He did not see anything cold. His forehead was covered with sweat. Yan Shengrui, who came back from Zhao's family, grabbed him when he ran out of the kitchen again. Recently, he has been busy supervising In addition to meal time and night, they hardly meet in the daytime.

"Nothing. Today is a special day. I need to prepare something."

Back to throw him a smile, Ling Jingxuan raised his feet and went to the kitchen. Yan Shengrui was curious to pick his eyebrows and couldn't help but follow up: "what special day?"

"My son's birthday."

Everyone is busy, and they almost forget. Maybe it is also because the birthday of a child is not important in the farmhouse. But now Ling Jingxuan, who has become a shopkeeper, firmly remembers that he was busy after sending the children out this morning. This is his first birthday for his sons. Let alone, the birthday cake must be made by himself After receiving the order, the two steamed stuffed buns were not in a good mood. One was not excited to see the money, and the other was not delicious. Taking this opportunity, he also wanted to make them happy.

"Birthday? Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's too late to prepare the present. " Hearing this, Yan Shengrui can't help but stare. No one has mentioned it to him. Naturally, he can't know when his child's birthday is. He only knows it's the end of the year.

"Haha I forgot, otherwise you let 134 ride to the county to buy something. At their speed, I think they should be able to come back before dinner. "

Entering the kitchen, Ling Jingxuan went straight to Qifeng cake, which had been steamed and put on the Liuli table. It was the result of his trying all morning. Beside the cake, there was a pot of refined cream, jam for decoration and several wild fruits that he had asked father wolf to take him to the mountain. He could not name it, but he could not name it He was ready to use it to decorate the cake. At the same time, he also made some small colored candles.

"Did you mean it? Is this a snack? "

Yan Shengrui glared at him. He couldn't help but move to the round object about 30 cm in front of him. He could not help but wonder what kind of snacks he had never tasted in the world? But he didn't even see it.

"Well, this is Qifeng cake. Try it and see how it tastes."

With that, Ling Jingxuan dug a little cake on the edge and put it into his mouth. The soft taste immediately conquered Yan Shengrui's critical stomach: "yes, it's not sweet or light. It's delicious like an egg, but isn't it too large? It's not easy for children to talk about it

"Ha ha I don't have a knife. I have to do a lot of decoration on it. I can't tell you clearly. You'll know when you eat cake in the evening. Don't you send people to go shopping soon? Are you really not going to give your son a present? "

Ling Jingxuan didn't like to explain it to him. He took up his chopsticks and shoveled the cream in the pot. It took him a lot of effort to refine the cream. He also made a lot of refining. Otherwise, he would have to put some water fruit on the cake to decorate it.

Looking at his busy daughter-in-law, Yan Shengrui is suddenly reluctant to leave. He can't help but lean against the flow table with his hands around his chest. His peach blossom eyes are full of happiness and tenderness: "don't worry. The children will come back in the afternoon. Jingxuan, what can I give them? Xiaowen's favorite is silver. Xiaowu, besides eating or eating, or I'll give them 10000 Liang silver red envelopes each? "Ling Jingxuan, who was busy, echoed in a funny way: "I think it's OK. Silver Xiaowen will be happy to see it. Xiaowu can buy whatever he wants, but you can also buy 10000 Liang? It's about as good as gold. "

Who makes him rich? If he doesn't help his sons, he will be embarrassed.

"Gold is also a success. I'm afraid our Xiaowen will faint. Are you sure?"

Yan Shengrui didn't feel any pain in picking eyebrows. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but get a black forehead. It seems that this is really possible. The last time the emperor rewarded the gold, his little buns were immersed in the missing of Yan'er. He didn't notice that shengruizhen would not be scared to death if he asked him to give them ten thousand taels of gold? Maybe he thought his father had gone to rob the money shop.

"Well, you'd better give money. They don't need anything. Even if they don't spend it, they can save it. In the future, they will become their wife's son. According to our family's habit of not spending too much money, I reckon that they will not need us to pay for dowry gifts in the future."

When it comes to this, Ling Jingxuan can't help laughing. Last time they lent them more than 1000 liang of silver, he resolutely paid them back 3000 Liang. On weekdays, they would give them some silver as pocket money to pay for Han Jingpeng, Zhao Hanfu, and even Qingzi, but they didn't use any money. All of them have been saved. Now the two children have become real little local tyrants.

"Ha ha The son's money belongs to his son. We should or should we give it when they marry their daughter-in-law. This money can't be saved. "

He didn't accompany the children in the most important five years. He didn't even know their existence. He would never be absent again. No matter whether they were growing up or marrying their daughter-in-law, he would give them the best. When they returned to Beijing, the first thing he would do was to invite them to be knighted. What should be given to them, he would supply them one by one.

"Nonsense, of course I know I can't save it, but then again, Xiaowu always clamors to marry Yan'er. If Yan'er becomes emperor, do we want to marry Xiaowu into the imperial palace?"

Speaking of this, Ling Jingxuan can't help but stop his work. He doesn't mind whether to marry him or not. As long as the children are happy, he doesn't really like the imperial palace. No matter the emperor is full of oxen, in order to balance the former dynasty, there will be countless concubines in the imperial palace. Although he believes Yan'er will protect xiaobaozi, as long as he thinks of the existence of those concubines, he will All kinds of discomfort, I think his little buns can't stand it, right? Then There will be no more time. The temperament of xiaobaozi is more and more like Shengrui, which means that he may kill a lot.

"Do you think too much? It's a boundless thing, not to mention that Xiaowu is only five years old and Xiaoqi is only ten years old. Even if they really want to get married in the future, my son can't be the one below. Xiao Qi is unlikely to let him suffer injustice. Because of his doting on Xiaowu, it's not impossible to empty the back palace. Emperor Gaozu of Yan's royal family has six palaces without concubines, and there is only one queen The courtiers did not dare to object. "

In fact, many of the Yan family are infatuated, but they are not firm enough and the surrounding environment makes them unable to be firm. Like emperor Gaozu, there is only one person in the world.

"Well, let's talk about it then. Now I finally realize what the world's parental heart is."

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan turns around and gets busy again. The cream is ready. Just decorate it on the already cold Qifeng cake. Ling Jingxuan picks up the long prepared knife and carefully divides the cake into two parts from the middle. The upper part is put aside first, and then uses a bamboo knife to make some cream evenly spread on the remaining half of the cake, and then spread it Cut the red pulp into small particles, then touch a layer of cream, and finally cover the half piece of cake that was removed before. After the cake is covered with cream, the surface is sprinkled with a layer of bright red jam, and the rest of the fruit is decorated on the cake.

"Well, it worked pretty well."

The red almost transparent jam is covered on the white cream, as if to put on a layer of pink and tender Tulle for it. The dark red thumb sized fruit rolls around the edge of the cake, and the inside is decorated with other fruits. Ling Jingxuan thinks about it, and then he picks up several dark fruits to squeeze out the juice and mix it with the cream. The dark red to black cream will be there After a look, he didn't find anything suitable, so Ling Jingxuan ran out and came in with a piece of pure white rice paper. He folded the rice paper into the shape of a funnel, carefully put the dyed jam in it, and then gently squeezed them out. In the remaining half of the cake, he wrote the words "happy birthday of baozi".

"This is perfect."

After a long time of watching Yan Shengrui walk over and hug him: "I want this kind of cake for my birthday."

"Well, are you still a child?"

As soon as his forehead was black, Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes in silence. In this ancient time when there was nothing, did he know how much trouble it was to make a cake? If it was not for his son, he would not have been killed.

"I don't care. You are not allowed to be partial. You will make cakes for us every year when my sons and I are born."

Yan Shengrui is basically invincible. Even if Ling Jingxuan doesn't want to, he has to nod. Otherwise, there is no doubt that he will never be able to annoy him.