The young and old Guzhuang seemed to have forgotten the storm outside.

Gu Xiang didn't dare to forget at all. Lao Gou, Chen Xu and his group worked hard outside every day, collecting information from all parties, and the people from the guard team at home carried out training in a intensive manner, which increased the intensity of the training more than three times higher than before.

However, Gu Xiang was calm and gentle, as if the messy things that had happened recently were just clouds, and it was even more important than cooking a meal for her.

In fact, Xueying and the servants at home also felt that cooking and cooking was more important than those guys outside who were planning to cheat.

Gu Zhuang is different from other places. Gu Xiang cooks on his own territory and the food he produces is extremely rewarding.

The so-called blessing of the cave heaven may be far less magical than the legendary blessing of the cave heaven. It can make people become immortals, but the ingredients are better. Gu Xiang's cooking skills seem to be more amazing. The food produced is particularly effective in food replenishment and diet therapy, and it is always true.

The Xueying beside Gu Xiang and the interns at home may have different requests, and many of them have nothing to do with Gu Xiang. But there is one thing that everyone is sure that everyone enjoys it and needs it. Every heart-warming meal made by Gu Chu.

Recently, villagers have come to build houses for Gu Xiang. According to the old custom, there is no need to pay for money. It is natural for the villagers to help each other build houses. However, three meals a day have to be managed, and the meal must be very good.

Nowadays, the people of Guzhuang have a better life. In the past year, there have been one or two times that have wanted to expand themselves or renovate their own houses. After all, when Gu Xiang's "senior brothers and sisters" built Guzhuang for Gu Xiang, not every house had been completely renovated. Even if they were renovated, there were always unsatisfactory places. With the remaining money in their hands, in the hearts of the people, either building a house or rebuilding land, this is the most reliable expense.

When only help is needed to repair a house, the villagers are not very positive in response, that is, those who are related to their relatives are embarrassed to come for the sake of face, and others are not willing to do these hard work.

After all, in Guzhuang now, the villagers are not short of words.

Gu Xiang’s village canteen is still in operation, and it is very prosperous. The food in recent years is much better than at the beginning. He eats meat every day and tastes great, and it is cooked many times better than those of the rest of the village.

There is a village canteen, and even if the family is a little poorer, there is no shortage of food. Who is willing to go to the house to repair a meal?

But building a house for Gu Xiang is different. The whole village is full of old and young men. Even the strong peasant women and the tough elderly people also come.

"It's simply awesome!"

Di Yahuai and Hua Mantao walked around the back door and went to the front and happened to run into the old patriarch's "teaching" to the new forces who were going to participate in building the house. He watched dozens of people line up horizontally and vertically, and everyone was carrying various shovels and other tools in their hands. He immediately gasped and was silent for a while before whispering softly, "My father was deploying troops, and I'm afraid only the serious Di family army has such momentum."

When his father was fighting against Li thieves in Yanzhou, the Di family army was first formed. His father's military advisor Chen Si Shu drew a map of the Di family army and later became famous for his father in the capital. If that painting was taken to Guzhuang and compared with the scene in front of him, he would probably cry ashamed. His father might not be able to get into the eyes of His Majesty. He might have turned a corner at that time and did not join the army and change to the literature.

After thinking about it, Di Yahuai still couldn't imagine his father who was straightforward except on the battlefield, and he looked like those civil officials in the court.

The villagers in Guzhuang were different from other places. Di Yahuai rolled up his sleeves and went to help with him. He soon found that he was unconsciously arranged to be responsible for delivering sand and gravel. Even Hua Mantao, who could not adjust his shoulders and handle his hands, was arranged in front of a large wooden board, responsible for making records and changing records at any time.

How he was caught up in this trend in a daze? He thought about it carefully and was a little confused.

Only these villagers were building this mansion for the princess with the qualities of fighting on the battlefield. Everyone was arranged properly and performed their own duties. Even if they were occasionally deviated, they could be adjusted quickly.

It took more than half an hour to do it. Di Yahuai suddenly came to his senses when he smelled the smell of flesh that was so fragrant that it could smell the smell of his tongue. He looked up at the sky, then looked down at his hands, and couldn't believe it - he had just moved the sand for half an hour!?

While talking to Zhao Susu, Gu Xianggang went out with the food truck. He looked up and saw Di Yahuai's handsome face covered with mud and sand.

When he looked at the wooden board next to him, the imperial envoy looked solemn, as if he was doing something that could affect the rise and fall of the court.

Gu Xiang: "..."

Just as she wanted Qiuli to call these two people over, she saw Di Yahuai happily hang out with her back and go straight to the dining table, and even took Hua Mantao away.

Gu Xiang: "...I know how many people are paying attention to the whereabouts of the imperial envoy now?"

Not only did the imperial officials who knew that the imperial envoy had lost news as soon as he left the capital, but they were also concerned about Hua Mantao's life and death, but also a group of people were inquiring about his news.

According to Lao Gou, the guy who found a bag to inquire about the news was a naive face, and he was very generous. He smelled the smell on his body and didn't look like a good person.

At this moment, Di Yahuai felt that it was almost half an hour. He was the best construction worker in Guzhuang from now on. He would be anxious with anyone who didn't let him work!

Hua Mantao was silent for a while, and he could understand General Di’s thoughts.

At the beginning, he just let General Di come over in a confused manner, but he was always easy-going and was thinking about things around him. Since General Di asked him to come, he would come.

Although he really doesn't think that helping the princess build a house can repay her kindness?

But at this moment, sitting in the airy shed, it was cool and pleasant. Smelling the smell of meat that penetrated into the nose and into the heart, Hua Mantao swallowed his saliva-If General Di had known that there would be such a good meal when he came to build a house, then his enthusiasm would be a smartest sign.

Hua Mantao has never been tempted since childhood. Since he was a child, he would be happy when he had eaten delicious food, but he was not disappointed.

When he was a child, other brothers and sisters were afraid of getting sick. According to the family rules, they would eat porridge for several days when they were sick, and they would not be able to touch any oil and water. They were not afraid of peach flowers. He always said that drinking porridge was good.

At this moment, I suddenly understood my brothers very much. If they eat meat, it would be like this at this time. How normal would it be to hate drinking porridge?
Chapter completed!