strictlysupreme Chapter 149 Liangzhou Prefect
Chapter 149 Liangzhou Prefect
Mo Lengzhou knew that his wife was very capable, but he didn't expect her to be so secretive. He just stared at her without making any move.
Lu Zhitao thought the man was too touched, so she put half of the chicken leg into Mo Lengzhou's bowl and gently urged him, "Eat, let's eat together."
The skin of the chicken leg was slightly browned, and the perfect amount of fat made it very appetizing. Lu Zhitao picked up half of the chicken leg and put it into his mouth.
The meat juices burst out instantly, like flowers blooming from a delicacy, and the warm juices dance on the tip of the tongue.
It is incomparable to the fishy tiger meat. The aroma of tender and smooth chicken brings an enjoyment like delicacies from mountains and seas.
Lu Zhitao closed her eyes and savored the taste carefully, the feeling spreading in her heart.
Even the surrounding noise seemed to be swallowed up by this mouthful of satisfaction, leaving only a mouthful of fragrance.
Seeing that his wife was very satisfied with the meal, Mo Lengzhou felt a warm feeling in his heart and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
This is not just about sharing food, but also about the tacit understanding and intimacy between two hearts.
He slowly picked up half a chicken leg and took a light bite. The aroma filled his entire mouth and gently stimulated his taste buds.
It has been a drought for three years. There are no weeds on the ground. Not to mention raising chickens, even the pheasants in the mountains are almost extinct.
They finally hunted a pheasant, and there were two chicken legs. He gave one to Lu Zhitao and the other to Mo Yunfei.
The others only tasted a mouthful of the chicken soup, but she wanted to give him half of it. He swallowed the chicken in his mouth and leaned close to Lu Zhitao's ear.
His tone was full of pampering: "Wife, I will raise a lot of chickens for your husband in the future, and I will give you a chicken leg every day."
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." Lu Zhitao turned her head and whispered in his ear.
A familiar fragrance hit his nostrils, and Mo Lengzhou looked down at his wife who was sitting close to him.
When she saw him turn around, she smiled sweetly and softly at him, with picturesque eyebrows and clear autumn eyes.
The cold wind made his black hair dance, and it also made his heart itch. "I'm serious, wife...you have to believe me."
"I believe in my husband. You are the best person to me in the world." Lu Zhitao's voice was as soft as silk, with a bit of attachment.
She has always been strong-willed and would solve all problems on her own. She rarely relies on others. This is an expression she has never had in her two lifetimes.
She turned her head and looked at the man beside her. He always looked cold and ruthless in front of others.
He was a little shy when he first met her, but after they got married, he always had a faint smile on his face.
At night he was like an insatiable wolf, and even during the day, as long as there was no one around them, he would flirt with her.
He rarely got so close to her in front of others, and the look he gave her at this moment was gentle and affectionate.
Like a towering mountain, he gave her an endless sense of security and made her want to depend on him involuntarily.
"After the New Year, we will go to the city to buy chicks to raise." Mo Lengzhou's words were as warm as the spring breeze.
As if to have sown a seed of hope in her heart, he finally took the initiative to mention going into the city.
That has always been her dream. Although she was originally from Beijing, she has never left the mountain!
It’s not that she doesn’t want to, nor that she doesn’t dare, but there are simply too many refugees at the foot of the mountain!
Mo Lengzhou looked at the anticipation flashing in her eyes, and he became more determined to go into the city.
He looked up at the villagers who were wolfing down their food. Their faces, roughened by life, were now filled with long-lost satisfaction and happiness.
The villagers sat around the long table, bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and the steaming food exuded an enticing aroma.
With their low laughter and chatter, it seemed as if the whole world became warm and bright at this moment.
A strange emotion surged in Mo Lengzhou's heart. It turned out that giving to them was also a kind of happiness.
They enjoyed the abundant food without any scruples. This straightforward and real happiness was a celebration from the heart.
It is also a kind of gratitude for life. Every bite of food is a challenge and conquest of the difficult times.
An inexplicable fighting spirit surged in his heart, and he was determined to ensure that these hard-working villagers had a full meal every day.
Only at this moment did he understand that happiness does not need a gorgeous appearance, it only needs to bloom in the little things in daily life.
It can illuminate every ordinary soul. He held her hand gently, and the warmth of his palm conveyed deep emotions.
The villagers seldom saw their chief and his wife, their heads touching and whispering to each other.
Although the adults were surprised, they pretended not to see it, and the children were only concerned with the food on the table and had no time to look at it at all.
This year's New Year's Eve, the villagers of Mojia had a more sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner than ever before.
Just because they had no shortage of food and helped many refugees, the villagers were all very excited.
The whole village exudes a faint smell of fireworks, and the air is filled with rich fragrance.
It was the smell of slowly smoked wolf meat, accompanied by the aroma of soy sauce, floating over the village.
Their village chief even prepared firecrackers, something the teenagers had never seen before.
They are originally the descendants of hidden criminals, how dare they openly set off firecrackers to celebrate the New Year!
Now that they have become successful, have helped many refugees, and are supporting several thousand troops, how can they not set off firecrackers to celebrate?
These firecrackers were obtained by Xiao Ji. After all, he is the commander-in-chief of the Xiao family army and has a lot of connections.
Today he did not go into the village to celebrate the New Year with Mo Lengzhou and the others. Instead, he brought his men to celebrate the New Year with the refugees.
Mo Lengzhou provided food to the refugees, and he had to protect them to prevent new refugees in the city from coming out to steal the food.
The sound of firecrackers added a lot of laughter to the village and also brought infinite hope to the hearts of the refugees at the foot of the mountain.
The refugees at the foot of the mountain not only had a New Year's Eve dinner, but it was also much richer than before the famine.
The refugees who came from all directions lived in villages near the foot of the mountain, extending all the way to the distance.
The county town, which had been empty for a long time, was filled with refugees in just a few days. Even the gates of the provincial capital, which had been closed all year round, were opened at some point.
Many new refugees and some gorgeously dressed gentlemen poured out of the city, and they also came out to seek refuge with Xiao Ji.
The small wealthy families in the city also became poor after three years of drought. They thought that the Xiao family army had opened their warehouses to provide relief to the refugees.
Every household is busy in the yard, and the warm lights shine through the windows outside, like stars, twinkling with warm light.
When everyone heard the sound of firecrackers coming from the mountains, they also joined in celebrating the New Year.
The prefect of Liangzhou and a group of officials were also celebrating the New Year, and the table was filled with exquisite dishes.
But it was not as sumptuous as in previous years. There were only bright red sausages, golden and crispy fried spring rolls, and plates of steaming dumplings.
The prefect frowned and said, "If it doesn't rain soon, we'll run out of food!"