I raised a husband in ancient times

Chapter 72

Some time after the riot, the number of people in their wine shop dropped sharply, which obviously had a big impact on their wine shop. However, it is not a good thing for Zhaixing Liquor to become popular overnight. It needs time to settle.

Since that day when Lu Yiming made the wine making process public, many people went home to experiment, but it still took some time before the wine could be successfully brewed.

But it was Shopkeeper Sun, and the Song family took action at this time. They arrested him personally and sent him to the Yamen, along with evidence of his previous greed for money.

However, he also became a scapegoat for those wine merchants. Even he himself did not know how many hands were behind this matter.

When Lu Yiming heard this, he just laughed it off. Was Song Qing testing him, or was he trying to take this opportunity to owe him a favor?

People who have been in officialdom for a long time are indeed like cunning foxes, with deep meaning in every step.

However, he would have to wait and see who would be slapped in the face of those who wanted to pull Star Reaching Wine off the wine altar.

Putting these unimportant things behind, Lu Yiming's only concern now was his husband.

Looking at the little star with a big belly, he suspected that the little corn inside had burst the husband's belly.

Lu Yiming seriously poked the little star's increasingly round belly, then put his ear against it: "Thank you, husband."

If someone had told him a year ago that he would have a son-in-law and a wife in a year, they would still give him If you give birth to a baby, Lu Yiming will have his brains knocked out.

Make a rough draft of the joke before making it into a real joke.

But he can't laugh now. After all, this is real. He didn't have the thunderous shock when he first heard that men could have children. He completely accepted this new gender and lifestyle, especially after having such a lovely husband. Afterwards, I sighed all the time twelve hours a day, my husband is so kind.

Pei Xing lowered his head and stared at her husband's scattered hair, his fingers ready to move.

Want to touch.

He wanted to try it just like his husband touching his head.

A soft hand attached to Lu Yiming's head, caressing it back and forth gently, as if it were a work of art, reluctant to touch him.

It's very comfortable and... itchy.

Lu Yiming slowly raised his head from his pregnant belly and caught a glimpse of someone's hand with his back turned, as well as a pair of innocent little eyes, which were wandering, but he didn't dare to look at him.

Didn't you just touch your head? Why do you look like you've done something bad?

He was amused and stretched out his right hand towards him, but the man curled up his neck, closed his eyes tightly, and secretly moved his little head forward.

Lu Yiming stretched out his hand to the top of his hair, then brushed away a drop of sweat from his forehead: "But it's hot?"

"No, it's not hot."

That's what he said, but Lu Yiming noticed that there were also small drops of sweat on the tip of his nose. Beads of sweat appeared on his face. He stood up and put his big palms on his back. As expected, his hands were already dripping with sweat.

"Come inside, you'll have heat stroke soon."

June and July are the hottest months. They get up early and can already feel the raging heat after spending just one stick of incense outdoors.

At this time, I feel a little nostalgic for the days when I used to squat in the air conditioner and eat watermelon.

"What are you doing, husband?"

Pei Xing was very puzzled when he saw Lu Yiming went out and came back with a large bag of saltpeter.

Lu Yiming was busy with the things in his hands and took the time to reply: "The weather is too hot and it is easy to get heat stroke. I will make some ice to make the house cooler."

He went to several drugstores to cobble together this. Saltpeter is about Things about ancient gunpowder are rarely spread among the folk market.

He placed the small basin into which cold boiled water was poured in the center of the large basin, filled other parts of the basin with saltpeter, and then poured raw water into it. The saltpeter dissolved in the water and absorbed heat. Using this principle, the cold boiled water in the small basin could be Forms into ice.

During the process of making ice from saltpeter, the indoor temperature will also be significantly cooler.

Pei Xing sat on a small chair to observe this strange phenomenon, while Lu Yiming went out and walked to the fruit patch.

Bang bang bang -

Lu Yiming tapped the watermelons with his hands and picked one with deep veins and an obviously ripe sound. After washing it, he scooped out the pulp inside and removed the seeds for later use.

As soon as he saw Lu Yiming return to the house, Pei Xing waved to him excitedly: "Husband! Husband! There is really ice, it's cool!"

The latter looked at him dancing, picked up a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth, completely Make people quiet.

Very few people in the common people knew about the technology of making ice from saltpeter. It was basically in the hands of businessmen and high-ranking officials, and it was considered a monopoly.

What's more, saltpeter is not cheap. Summer only lasts for two months, and it will pass with a little patience. Ordinary people may not be willing to spend this money. If the heat is really too hot, you can buy it in teahouses and wine shops on the street, and it costs one penny for three barrels. , it's cheap.

Pregnant women should not eat too much ice. Lu Yiming only dared to add three small ice cubes in the stone mortar, add some more watermelon meat, and let Xiao Miao help quickly stir it into ice.

[I used to call people Xiaotiantian when I was rescuing people, but now I call them Blender when there is no use. It's too difficult to make vines. ]

Lu Yiming ignored Xiao Miao's drama. Instead, Pei Xing opened his eyes and moved little by little to the stone mortar, curiously watching Xiao Miao's nondescript "dancing" there.

[Little Star, look at me! Look at me! 】

Seeing that Pei Xing was attracted to it, it twisted even harder. If Xiaomiao were a human being, he would definitely be ranked as the nightclub prince.

Lu Yiming heard the feedback from the branch and glanced at it. Xiaomiao thought he was graceful, but from his point of view, it looked weird and funny, like a tornado roaring there.

Unlike Lu Yiming who disliked it, Pei Xing was still very curious after seeing him so close for the first time.

Ever since her husband told him about Xiaomiao's special abilities, he had actually never seen Xiaomiao's abilities. His impression of Xiaomiao was still on the day when he was kidnapped. Xiaomiao helped him delay the time. He usually stayed there like a fool In his hand, he had never seen its clear appearance in the daytime.

Little Xingxing turned around and found that Lu Yiming was standing beside him unknowingly. His fearful heart suddenly calmed down. Looking at the little seedling that was still writhing in oblivion, he stretched out an index finger and gently poked the upper leaf.

Xiao Miao stopped her movements instantly, and shyly wrapped the vine around his index finger little by little, and even kissed him affectionately, as if she was clinging to Little Xingxing and never letting go.

Don't ask Lu Yiming how he could tell that Xiao Miao was acting like a hooligan. Anyway, he knew it. This was probably the sixth sense from his love rival.

"Ahem."

These two coughs made Xiao Miao tremble, and she retreated in a flash, obeying on the surface, but actually cursing secretly in her heart.

Why don't you just touch Little Xingxing's finger... Are you so cruel?

After squeezing away Xiao Miao, who had just stolen all of Xiao Xing's attention, Lu Yiming scooped up some smoothie with a spoon and handed it to Pei Xing, gesturing for him to try it: "Do you think it's too cold?" "

Hiss--it's so cool!"

He said it was cold. After eating the dessert, both eyes were closed tightly, but the feeling of relief on the face silently revealed that the flavor of this smoothie was in line with the other person's taste.

Although the smoothie melted in his mouth, Pei Xing still held it in his mouth for a while before he dared to swallow it.

"Like it?"

Pei Xing nodded quickly, but his eyes were fixed on the remaining watermelon smoothie in the stone mortar, clearly unable to look away.

Lu Yiming scooped up another mouthful and handed it to his mouth. Just when the man opened his mouth and was about to eat it, he put it into his own mouth and pointed at Pei Xing's mouth and said, "The saliva is going to flow out."

Listen to your husband The little Xingxing's ears instantly turned red as he spoke, and he wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. Nothing was found.

He stared at Lu Yiming with wide eyes and angrily, "My husband is lying!"

Perhaps because of his conscience, he scooped some more and gave it to Pei Xing. The latter stared at his hand and hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out whether he was teasing him again this time. Seeing that he didn't respond, he got closer and took the smoothie. Holding it in his mouth, he said vaguely: "It's so delicious!"

Before taking three bites, Lu Yiming stopped him: "You can't eat too much cold food."

Thinking of the small corn in his stomach, Pei Xing retracted his stretched neck and looked at it. It felt pathetic, but on a matter of principle, Lu Yiming would not give in. This was for the sake of the other party's body.

"How about I make it for my husband when the corn comes out?" Come

to think of it, my husband knows how to make ice and can make smoothies in any season, but he can do it for more than two months.

He took a sneak peek at the watermelon smoothie in his husband's hand, and then he reluctantly lowered his head.

Out of sight, quiet in mind.

Lu Yiming divided the smoothie into two small bowls. Lu Yiming originally planned to go out to find Lu's father and mother. When he passed by the study, he saw Lu An reading and practicing calligraphy. He paused, then lightly knocked on the door and pushed it in.

Lu An was obviously surprised to see Lu Yiming entering the study. With a shake of his hand, he destroyed most of the copybook he had been writing for a long time. However, he had no time to take care of it. He stood up in a panic and bowed to Lu Yiming: "Cousin."

Maybe. It was because he was rejected in the first meeting. He subconsciously felt that the other person was not easy to get along with, so he was unnaturally nervous when he was asked to face Lu Yiming alone.

What's more, this study room was originally used by his cousin, but now his uncle asked him to review his homework here. He felt ashamed that he had taken his place, and he didn't dare to look up at him.

I wonder if my cousin is going to chase him away this time.

Is he so scary?

Lu Yiming listened to this cautious call and raised a nice eyebrow, but did not say anything. He just left a watermelon smoothie on his desk: "The dessert I made today, eat it before it melts. "

Huh?"

Lu An obviously didn't react. It took him a long time to figure out that this was for him, but Lu Yiming, who had put down his things, had already walked away.

Seeing Lu Yiming disappear in the direction, he turned around and picked up the cool bowl on the table, picked up the spoon, took a mouthful and put it into his mouth.

"It's so cold..." Lu An reminisced about the taste in his mouth and scooped up another large spoonful of smoothie. This time his movements were significantly faster, "But it's delicious." He

finished the watermelon smoothie in a few seconds, even in a row. There was no ice left. Lu An looked at the bowl in his hand with complicated eyes.

My cousin seems...not as scary as I thought.

Lu Yiming didn't care what Lu An thought about him. After sending smoothies to relieve the heat of the summer heat for Lu's father and mother, he made a large bowl under Little Xingxing's nose for his servants to share.

It's really uncomfortable in such a hot weather. I feel better after eating something cooler.

"Little greedy cat, you can't eat it," he looked at the pitiful little star and touched his head. He couldn't bear it. "I'll buy some tea and milk tomorrow and make you some caramel milk tea, right?" A

certain person said depressedly . The rabbit's eyes instantly shone. Although he didn't know what this "milk tea" was, as long as it was made by my husband, it must be delicious!

Halfway through the incense injection, Pei Xing looked at the increasingly hotter sky, clasped his fingers and muttered. Only when Lu Yiming got closer did he hear what the man said:

They have counted to one thousand and one, no... one thousand and two, what's going on today? It's not over yet...

The author has something to say: Help, my aunt killed someone, the relative who is never on time, it's here again, and I'm gone.

This is another short and weak chapter. I'll add more when I'm ready. Yesterday was my computer, today I'm a relative, and the stupid author has died.

(I seem to have discovered a big problem in writing articles. Cannon fodder is a bit intellectual? Is it not satisfying enough to be slapped in the face? I will study hard for the next book. Thank you friends for not giving up on me all the way. I love you~)