There are fifteen days left before the New Year, and there are already many people returning home. Jinling City seems much more desolate. From emperors and prime ministers to peddlers and pawns, everyone's heart is no longer on work. They count the time and live their lives all day long, waiting to return home.

Song Beiyun was no exception. After he got off work, he discussed with Qiaoqiao to go to Hongzhou Prefecture. He decided to set off in three days, and there would be seven or eight days on the way, so it was necessary to leave early.

"It looks lively, and the only one who accompanied me back to my hometown in the end was my baby Qiaoqiao." Song Beiyun sat on the head of the bed and wiped his feet. After a day of fatigue, it was very comfortable to soak in hot water. He looked up at Qiaoqiao who was touching around and said, "I have something to do next to me. After dealing with it, we can set off."

"Yes." Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I miss Aunt Hong very much.

"I think too, the steamed bamboo shoots made by Aunt Hong is a great choice."

When talking about this thing, Qiaoqiao swallowed unconsciously, and then said with a giggle: "Then I'll buy some things in the past two days. Now that my family is rich, it's not easy to go back empty-handed. I'll buy some fabric for Goudan to make some new clothes."

"It's not your birth, you are so protective."

"Is it delicious? Goudan survived in my arms." Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "I don't care what others say. When he can speak, he must call him mom and listen."

"I would have thrown him away if I had known it." Song Beiyun leaned against the bedside and picked up the book: "By the way, remember to prepare something for Brother Yusheng."

"That's not forgotten." Qiao Qiao gently lit her chin with her fingers: "By the way, you don't ask Sister Miaoyan if she is with you. Don't dislike her origins and guarding the house alone, which is pitiful."

"Oh, I forgot if you don't say it, I'll go now."

She pushed away Miaoyan's room in her pajamas. She was sitting on the bed with paper cuts. When she saw Song Beiyun coming, she glanced gently: "Starting over in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want me to say the classic 'what do? Of course it's gan you'?" Song Beiyun laughed, lifted the quilt and crawled up: "Sorry, no. You guessed it wrong."

"You are sick." Miaoyan kicked him: "Take your hand away, I'm cutting paper."

"Cut yours, I'll warm my hands." Song Beiyun began to toss and struggled impolitely again, and then asked casually: "Detect on the 13th to Nanchang."

"What are you doing in Nanchang?" Miaoyan turned his head: "I have no business there."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Of course it's the New Year." Song Beiyun put his face to Miaoyan's chest and buried it in and took a few deep breaths: "Are you planning to celebrate the New Year alone here?"

Miaoyan didn't say anything or push Song Beiyun away. This was a bit abnormal. Xiao Song raised his head and looked at her chin: "Why did you suddenly stop talking? I'm very panicked if you don't say anything."

“My identity is not clean.”

"How can I not know if you can do it?" Song Beiyun hugged her waist and threw her on the pillow: "Miss Chicken King hasn't laid eggs yet."

"Die." Miaoyan patted him, but did not struggle: "I..."

Before she could speak, she was kissed by Song Beiyun. It took her twenty minutes before she could breathe.

"That's all, please clean up. I'll set off on the morning of the 13th. I'll have something to do in the past two days."

After saying that, Song Beiyun jumped out of bed and said, "I went over and fell asleep."

"You..." Miaoyan almost blurted out, 'Don't leave', but Reason made her hold back: "Get out."

Song Beiyun walked back with a smile and kissed Miaoyan on the forehead: "Good night."

"roll."

Miaoyan turned his body: "I'm so annoyed."

Back next door, Qiaoqiao quickly asked him how it was. Song Beiyun said, "I can't handle it. No, I'm so sleepy. I'll have to go to the yamen early in the morning and go to bed quickly."

"Oh, then I'll leave."

"Where are you running?" Song Beiyun grabbed Qiaoqiao: "Play some small games before going to bed."

The next morning, Song Beiyun got up with his black eyes, covered Qiaoqiao with a quilt and went out to work. He ate breakfast in a shop outside the Imperial City Department.

While eating, she saw Miss Qing coming over angrily, but she didn't seem to see herself, but she just stopped and yelled until the shop owner shouted: "Come on a bowl of soup cakes, add more onions and ginger, and a large spoonful of meat sauce! You need more noodles, and a large bowl!"

After a while, Song Beiyun looked at the girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall and put a basin in front of her, just like the kind of basin that was feeding pigs, but she started eating it without caring about it, and even seemed as if no one was around when eating.

During this whole process, Song Beiyun sat in the corner and watched her eat. In addition to this basin of noodles, she also ate three pieces of oil cakes, a large cup of soy milk and two white flour buns. Not only did the food utensils look like those for pigs, but the amount of food was also the same as that of pigs.

This scene made Song Beiyun stunned. No wonder the master of the canteen always said that this girl could eat. Song Beiyun sneered at that time. After all, how much can a girl eat. But now it seems that this... is simply a god, a pig god! This is definitely the size of two adult strong men, and her small body can actually be fully pretended.

This is a blessing for her to be born in a wealthy family, otherwise even a few families would not be able to raise this pig that could not be slaughtered.

"Shopkeeper, let's have another oil cake."

"Miss Qing eats more today than before." The store seems to be very familiar with the little girl: "Is there an egg today, do you want to eat another one?"

"Come on, come on, come on two. You also want oil cakes."

Oh my god... Is this a person? Song Beiyun numbly delivered food to his mouth. Seeing Miss Qing eats like watching a food broadcast, it was so exciting, and this terrifying appetite is rare in the world...

After eating a table, Miss Qing burped in satisfaction, handed the money to the store owner, and happily walked into the Imperial City Office.

Song Beiyun now ran to the store with a bowl on his back: "Store, this child has always been so edible?"

"Mr. Song, don't you know? This Qing girl is famous far and wide. Whose shop can make her look at her? It's a great fortune. Not only does she eat a lot, but there are many people around her who follow her around to find out the taste. As long as the Qing girl is willing to eat, it will definitely be delicious."

"Wow...and this ability." Song Beiyun scratched his head: "It's amazing."

"Mr. Song, the villain also adds an egg to you."

"No, no..." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly: "But I can't eat much."

With curious thoughts, Song Beiyun came to the office. Zhang Qing had already started to do the tests inside. After hearing Song Beiyun enter the door, she quickly stood up and said, "Master, you are here so early."

"Well, there are a little more things today, and your father is coming later."

"Talk about my dad..."

"Wait." Song Beiyun interrupted her: "Tell me first, why are you so edible?"

"Ah?" Zhang Qing looked at Song Beiyun with an innocent face: "I have eaten a little more since I was a child, why did Master?"

"You're not diabetes, are you?"

"Ah? What disease?"

"fine……"

Doesn’t diabetes have symptoms of three more and one less? But it seems that she just ate a little more, and the rest does not seem to be abnormal. Could it be that she is talented?

"Oh... you're interesting." Song Beiyun walked around Zhang Qing a few times: "I always knew you could eat a lot, but I didn't know that you could eat that many..."

"Master..." Zhang Qing felt a little embarrassed and stood there and stamped his feet: "Do you think I am a Taotie reincarnation?"

"No, I just want to dissect you and see the structure." Song Beiyun shook his head: "Forget it, this kind of words is too perverted. I will rest in three days and return home. I will leave you winter vacation homework. If you haven't finished writing when I come back, don't blame me for sucking you."

"Oh... I know Master." Miss Qing was a little confused about what Song Beiyun meant, so she just raised her head and continued, "My father thought about my reference book yesterday. It was late at night. He took it to the Ministry of Works early this morning and said he wanted to copy a few copies. Do you think this is good? If Master thinks it is not possible, I will go and get it back."

"Okay, of course." Song Beiyun sat back in his seat: "Remember, knowledge is definitely not stubborn, it is to be spread. The more people like it, understand it, learn it, and expand it, the more full it becomes. As long as you keep learning, don't worry about being left behind. Do you still remember what I told you?"

Miss Qing thought about it and gestured a big circle with her hands: "What we see is so big."

Then she stretched out her little finger: "We only know that much."

"By the way." Song Beiyun patted her head: "So naturally, the more people know it, the better. Technology needs to be kept confidential, because that is your hard work, but knowledge is the common property of all mankind. No one says that he can be powerful enough to be omniscient and omnipotent."

"The disciple understands."

As he was talking, someone outside reported that the Ministry of Works Zhang Shangshu was here. Song Beiyun immediately went out to greet him in person. When he saw Shangshu Zhang at the door, his face was a little haggard. He was also a little surprised when he saw Song Beiyun, because Song Beiyun was actually haggard...

"Mr. Zhang, it's early."

"Yes." Zhang Shangshu nodded slightly: "I haven't listed the white list yet. I'm going to take a few questions for you today."

"Please please inside."

Song Beiyun invited Lord Zhang to the office and then ordered someone to make tea for him. Shangshu Zhang took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it on the table: "Come on, Lord Song, I will test you today. The official of the book wants to see how you solved these questions."
Chapter completed!