Bind health system after exile

Yanji, who was riding a horse, knew nothing about the situation in Xiaoquan Village.

When others were exiled, they were shackled, bound by iron chains, with no clothes to cover their bodies, and no food to eat. But these two who I served...

Since the wife made money, she has completely let herself go, and the husband has also lost his original intention.

The soft-packed carriage drove smoothly on the road, the strong horses had strong legs, and the fine cotton clothes were soft and comfortable. Cold and hard dry food became a thing of the past. Three meals were nutritionally balanced, time was allocated reasonably, and snacks were added from time to time. No matter where you go,

No matter what section of the road they go to, they go to bed at midnight and get up at midnight.

Not to mention the people, even the horses under their crotches are more energetic than when they first bought them.

Yanji remembered that he had once criticized his wife for buying too many cooking tools, but when he drank his wife's loving millet porridge in the morning, he silently strangled the person who was gossiping in his heart.

The warning before departure still rings in my ears: "His Royal Highness King Wei is proud, and with you here, he will not be humiliated. Look after him more on the way, so that he will suffer less."

Yanji touched his rounded cheek. So does this mean he has to suffer less? If all escort missions were like this one, then he would take it even if it cost him his head.

"parking."

Okay, it's tea time again.

Yanji got off the horse and gathered around the carriage smelling the fragrance. He thanked Qin Shumei and took the red bean cake from Qin Shumei's hand, and added freshly brewed hot tea to the kettle.

This red bean cake was made by Qin Shumei when she was free on the road. The red bean paste she bought in Yuankang City was too sweet to eat on its own, so she simply kneaded the noodles while rushing and baked a few in an iron pot. She didn't expect the response.

Yes, she simply baked some more for dessert.

The freshly made red bean cake is a bit hot to the touch, and the part next to the iron pan is burnt and crispy when bitten, but the inside is soft and sweet.

The red bean paste becomes more fluid after being heated, and just pinching it gently makes you want to overflow. Eat it with the soft sourdough bread, which is extremely sweet and satisfying, does not occupy your stomach, and is easy to digest.

Qin Shumei bit her red bean cake and looked at the system interface. In the past few days, she had tried her best to maintain her daily health to the extreme. After three consecutive treatments, her face was smooth and smooth, and her face was red.

There is justice in the world, and efforts will always be rewarded. She looked at the three digits lying in the points column and smiled comfortably and happily.

"This red bean cake is delicious, but you don't have to smile like that, right?"

Yanchang poked at Yanji in confusion, his face full of confusion.

"Brother, what do you know!" Yanji was completely speechless to this reflex arc marathon runner.

"Madam, is that because of the red bean cake? That's because of the husband!"

Haven't you seen that in the past few days, the husband has been getting into the carriage to accompany his wife from time to time? What newlywed bride can be unhappy?

Yanji, who thought he had understood everything, ate the last bite of the red bean cake, and pulled Yanchang, who was still puzzled, to mount his horse and prepare to set off. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lang Jun handing the horse to Yanfu and getting into the carriage.

Look, what he just said is to enhance feelings again~

If Qin Shumei knew what Yanji was thinking, she would definitely cry out for injustice.

What enhances feelings! Is she going to class?

The characters of the Da Yin Kingdom were twists and turns, somewhat similar to the small seal scripts of the previous life. She was not familiar with calligraphy in her previous life, and it was even more confusing to see these red drawings in this life.

When the carriage stopped, she started practicing. When the carriage was moving, she listened to Yang Zhaoquan's history lecture.

Pulling back the car curtain, Yang Zhaoquan opened her latest page of red drawings. Although it was crooked, it was much better than the previous ghost drawings.

He nodded, closed the tracing paper, and placed the paper in a secret place of the carriage. The little girl had a very thin face and refused to let the three Yans know that she was learning to write. She insisted on not practicing outside the carriage, not even on the tracing paper.

Let him be taken out.

"Not bad, a lot of progress."

He took out a new piece of red tracing paper and gently placed it on the small case.

"Today I will write the fifth volume of "Hundred Classics"."

This "Hundred Classics" is an enlightenment book for children in the Yin Dynasty. As long as they go to school, the first book must be read "Hundred Classics". It tells stories of loyalty and filial piety from various dynasties and generations, which is both entertaining and entertaining.

Educational.

Yang Zhaoquan pointed at the painted red and explained the meaning of the words and the content of the story to Qin Shumei word by word. Seeing how engrossed Qin Shumei was in reading, it gave him a sense of accomplishment in teaching children.

Although he didn't know his fiancée before getting married, he still knew about the average level of ladies in the capital.

Not to mention basic literacy, accounting, music theory, and poetry writing are all basic education for ladies. Some of them have particularly outstanding qualities, and they can also perform flower arrangement and chess skills.

It is really rare for someone like her to be as ignorant about books as a child.

He never thought that teaching his young wife to read would be particularly interesting after marriage.

Qin Shumei caught Yang Zhaoquan's slightly loving eyes and paused her pen in embarrassment. The ink smeared out and she wasted another word.

In her previous life, she was a person who could write Tang poetry and Song lyrics with her left hand, geometric functions with her right hand, and could speak a few sentences in foreign languages. Now she is treated like a preschooler!

The cultural class cannot be neglected! She knows her shame and then becomes brave, and she can write enthusiastically on the red lines.

"It's done. It's time for us to set off. We'll describe it tonight."

Yang Zhaoquan waited patiently for Qin Shumei to finish tracing the second column, then gently held the pen she was writing with and took the red strokes away from the case.

"How far are we from Liangzhou? We've been walking so slowly these days, won't we be delayed?"

Although it seems that it is Qin Shumei who decides to set off and rest, in fact it is Yang Zhaoquan who controls the team. Give her ten thousand courages, and she does not dare to be late. After all, there is only one head, and it will be gone if it is chopped off.

"It won't be delayed. Don't worry. Once you enter Ningshi, you will not be far from the border of Liangzhou." They have been on the road for almost a week, and after passing one or two cities, they will probably reach the border of Liangzhou.

"Is Liangzhou really as barbaric as those people say? A place where people drink blood from their hair?"

As the carriage moved forward, Qin Shumei could clearly feel the change in the scenery outside.

When we were in Xiaoquan Village, the mountains were endless, and there were very few bare rocks on the mountains. The ends were shaded by green trees, and they were majestic and handsome at the same time.

The further north you go, the more plains you see, and the number of towering trees decreases. Instead, there are bushes dotting the plains. It is both open and desolate.

"Then how can it be? Although Liangzhou is close to the north, it does not reach the northern border. How can it be called barbaric?"

When Yang Zhaoquan mentioned Northern Xinjiang, his expression was complicated, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

In the past few days, Qin Shumei had been chatting with him in the car about life, and she already knew his secret life experience. When Yang Zhaoquan mentioned it at first, he was a little embarrassed to say it, as if he was afraid that she would look down on him.

Qin Shumei burst into laughter in her heart, isn't she just a mixed race from a minority group? She is smart even if she mixes far away. If this guy had been born in modern times, he would have been able to catch up with various preferential policies, and maybe he could even get an extra five points in the college entrance examination.

However, in this world, having Bai Di bloodline means barbarism and violence. The Yin Dynasty has been enemies of Bai Di for generations, and even intermarriage is rare.

This life experience is said to be secretive, but since his third brother succeeded to the throne, in order to consolidate the throne, his life experience has become a secret known to everyone at the top.

Because of this, Yang Zhaoquan's identity is so embarrassing. When the label of "collaborator" is slapped on him, no one will intercede for the prince with Bai Di blood.