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The days of waiting are always difficult. Fu Changfeng decided to continue to do a good job in the affairs of the county government. Now that winter has arrived, every household is at home. Fu Changfeng thought about it and followed the previous suggestion of Mr. Fu to ask Taozi to visit other state capitals. See if there is a market for bamboo weaving.

At the same time, winter is also the time to dig winter bamboo shoots. Even at home that celebrates spring, they buy fresh winter bamboo shoots.

"Eating winter bamboo shoots these days scares me. It would be great if there were some fresh ways to eat them." Qian Qiaoqiao came to visit that day, and Zhao Yuping's wife was also there, and they were chatting.

"Speaking of which, we actually have a way to eat winter bamboo shoots over there, which is to pickle the winter bamboo shoots. Although it smells bad, it tastes delicious. I'll take some for regular use some other day. If you like it, I'll let my mother pickle some more."

Qian Qiaoqiao was making children's clothes. Taozi told her to respect the county magistrate's wife and not to be too restrained, so she planned to make new clothes for Xuanxuan.

"Oh, what kind of bamboo shoots? I will often eat them some other time, but I can change the taste." Hearing what she said, Xichun thought of his favorite food in his previous life, which was the "notorious" snail noodles that he couldn't put down. .

"I'll go get it from home tomorrow. If you can't get used to it, don't force it. Even Tao Zi can't get used to that taste." Thinking of Tao Zi's expressions when he went to his parents' house and they entertained him with this.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Taozi would still be like this. He used to be very delicious. I'm even more curious."

The arrival of Mrs. Zhao and Qian Qiaoqiao made Xichun no longer bored. The three of them talked, and soon it was dusk, and they went home together.

Xiaofeng and Azhao returned home one after another. When they saw Xichun, they jumped over happily.

"You two are back. How are you? Are you tired from studying in school?"

"Mom, I'm not tired at all. I haven't read as many books in school as my father taught me. Even my husband's level is not half as good as my father's. I can understand what he said."

"Hey, our Azhao is so good. Then I will ask your father to test you later. Xiaofeng, how do you feel? Can you still keep up?"

"Sister, what Azhao said is right. What he said is really simple and the meaning is very simple. Even I think there should be a deeper meaning. Those classmates in the school also like to play, and some people dare to sleep. Like me before The feeling of going to class is different.”

Xiaofeng now has his own thoughts. I don't know whether it's because of his brother-in-law's guidance or his husband's insufficient level. He feels that he is even better than before.

"Oh, are the teachers in the private school so average? Let me test you." Fu Changfeng walked in and happened to hear what the two children said.

"Let's have dinner first. You guys go to the study to talk and see if this is the case." Xichun didn't know much about the academic style here, so he could only let Fu Changfeng make his own judgment.

Just after dinner, Fu Changfeng was busy asking the two children to verify the situation. The two went to a private school to study. Fu Changfeng did not show up in person, so no one knew that they were children from the county magistrate's family.

After listening to the children's stories about their studies these days, combined with what he had learned about the situation before, Fu Changfeng knew that there was still a long way to go to rectify the academic style in Shaoming County.

Although he has emphasized the importance of reading from the beginning and asked Jiaoyu to strictly control the academic style in the entire county so that more scholars can have the opportunity to take the exam, but now it seems that if he did not personally take action, he would only It may have little effect.

The next day, Fu Changfeng called Zhao Yuping, Li Cheng, and Jiaoyu to prepare for the next step of rectifying the academic style, starting with the county school.

On Xichun's side, Qian Qiaoqiao also went back home and brought a lot of sour bamboo shoots for Xichun to try. "Wow, this smell is really weird. No wonder they can't eat it. I also think it smells weird." The moment she opened the lid, Mrs. Zhao was immediately overwhelmed by the smell.

"No, I think the taste is okay, but it still lacks something. If it is eaten with other things, it will definitely be delicious. Just wait, I will invite you to come over and try it in a few days. I thought of a gourmet food.

Seeing that the sour bamboo shoots were exactly the same as what he had smelled in his previous life, Xichun also had the idea of ​​making rice noodles.

The two of them didn't know what she wanted to cook, but they heard that the food she cooked was delicious. After waiting at home for a few days, they finally got a message saying that they could go and eat.

Today happened to be a day for the children to rest, so Fu Changfeng also chose to take a rest today to teach the children while also cultivating their feelings.

"Okay, let's go up here today. You can go and have a rest. I heard that there will be delicious food at noon. Let's go and check it out together." Fu Changfeng didn't know what kind of delicacies Xichun would make. She always maintained a sense of mystery.

"Uncle, let's go. Mom's food is the best." Azhao took his uncle's hand and ran away.

As soon as the three of them reached the yard where the kitchen was, they saw Azheng rushing out impatiently.

"Azheng, what are you doing? Have you pooped your pants? Why are they so smelly?" Azhao suddenly smelled a very foul smell, and immediately covered his nose and looked at Azheng in confusion.

"It's not me, it's my mother." Azheng denied repeatedly and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

"How is it possible? Mom is such a big person, how can she defecate in her pants?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Azheng, tell me what's going on?" Fu Changfeng saw that the two children were talking wrongly, and then he got back to the topic.

"Mom said she wanted to cook delicious food, but the delicious food turned out to be smelly. Aunt Zhao and Aunt Zhang were not afraid of the smell and ate the smelly food." A Zheng's words were still clear, three times Five divided by two explains the reason.

"Ah, what's wrong with them? Why didn't you stop them? What if they get upset?"

"Mom said it smells very good." Azheng said like a grown-up.

With doubts, the three of them entered the courtyard. As expected, they looked at Xichun and Mrs. Zhao. Qian Qiaoqiao was feasting. When they saw the three people coming in, Mrs. Zhao and Qian Qiaoqiao were a little embarrassed and ate quietly.

"You three are here, come and sit down quickly, Xiaoyue, go and bring out three bowls of snail noodles for the master and the others to eat." Xichun said with a smile, but the taste was so strong that the three of them couldn't help it. Cover your nose.

"Madam, how do you make your snail noodles? I remember that the snails don't taste like this, is there something in it?" Although Fu Changfeng was a little resistant, he still sat down at another table. He knew the lady's craftsmanship.

"There are sour bamboo shoots in it. You guys eat it first and see how it tastes. I just asked Azheng to eat it. He insisted that it smelled bad and refused to take a bite. He even ran out to try it."

After a while, the three of them were feasting. This scene scared A Zheng so much that he ran out and shouted: "Dad and brother are eating shit!" (End of Chapter)