"Sir, didn't you say you want to learn archery?"

"What's the use of learning that? Come, this noodle fish made of Diliang is the most flavorful, and it is better than wheat flour. ”

After that, Zhang Daxiang leaned in front of the small earthen stove pot, sniffed the fragrance vigorously, and then looked at the ten-year-old boy intoxicated, "Another plate of yak meat, hey!" ”

Speaking of interest, Zhang Daxiang rubbed his hands, only feeling that the things in this pot were simply beautiful.

A handful of finely chopped green onions were sprinkled, and immediately came out of the pot, and the young man was not allowed to look at it, so he first picked up a chopstick, and his mouth was like a carp, and he didn't care if he was hot or not.

There are few people who eat "Diliang", and even fewer people who plant it, and it was introduced into China as a matter of the Zhenguan Dynasty. It was Li Chunfeng who sent it to the Tang Dynasty and made an inferior version of Zhang Qian.

This thing is sorghum, Tianzhu planted a lot, drought and flood resistance, the yield in Tianzhu is not low, it is actually a stone higher than rice. In view of this, Li Chunfeng asked people to bring "Diliang" back to the Tang Dynasty.

However, what I never expected was that in the Tang Dynasty, it was unadaptable, and the output was less than three stones. Fortunately, the experimental field is only 5,000 acres, and if there are more, Li Chunfeng will have to owe a personal favor.

It is strange that it has reached the eighteenth year of Zhenguan, and a certain earth dog has more or less illegally interfered with the historical process in the Hetao area of the Guanzhong region for the sake of the little overlord learning machine. The increase in water conservancy facilities in the past ten years has greatly increased the output of rice and wheat, so that sorghum's original advantages of drought and flood resistance cannot be brought into play in the Guanzhong area.

Again, the sorghum rice is not shelled or not shelled are two painting styles. Although it is said that the current old farmers in Guanzhong are not rare to have three or five hundred catties of white flowered rice, it has only been a few years since they ate a full meal? So, as always, I will try to keep as much food as possible.

In the past, the husks of millet and rice and wheat could also be made into chaff cakes and the like, stuffed into the mouth, and gnawed for a long time. But this "Diliang" shell is simply terrible, after it is cooked, it smells very fragrant, and it is miserable when it is pulled up. There are not a few people who scold the mother, as if the intestines are pulled out.

So sorghum has become chicken ribs in Guanzhong, which is far less popular than in Longyou. It is really barren in Longyou, and the advantages of sorghum are brought into play in an instant.

However, the special advantages of "Diliang" are not undiscovered. For example, Zhang Daxiang, who has not grown up in recent years, only eats and drinks, which is a must.

The poem of "Master of Intellectual Retardation", the stomach of the prince of Zou Guo, before Li Dong moved the capital to Luoyang, must be Chang'an.

"Sir, how come there is still beef? Aya told me that eating cows used to be a great sin......"

As he spoke, the boy filled himself a bowl of "pimple soup", added an extra handful of chopped green onions, and sprinkled a little pepper noodles and pepper noodles. took a sip of soup, sprinkled a handful of green salt, and Zhang Elephant on the side looked at his eating method, and his cheeks twitched angrily.

The taste is so heavy, it's a terrible thing!

"You also said before, before that......" Zhang Daxiang sandwiched a chopsticks of slightly black yak meat, and did not stuff it into his mouth for a long time, but was distracted for a moment, and then continued, "Before, eating and drinking with people, sir, my luck is still good." From time to time, when Niu Er knew that Mr. I was going to eat, he went to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff. ”

“……”

The young man's eyes were bulging there, and his face was incredible, obviously shocked.

"It's fake. You little man, how can you take it seriously? ”

Zhang Daxiang gently patted him on the head, "Don't you tell the truth, the official scene still has to be done." ”

"Is it really good to deceive people like this? Mr. ”

The master and apprentice chatted while eating noodles and fish.

Hearing the apprentice's question, Zhang Daxiang's fat body also trembled: "It's naturally not good to deceive people, but as the saying goes, 'people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves', this is all a scene." Da Lang, do you think, if you don't deceive people, then the government will arrest people, but sir, I ...... Who is the teacher? The son of Zou Guogong, it's a nobleman, does Chang'an Ling dare to offend? Of course, being a teacher doesn't mean that you want to bully others, and you don't want Chang'an to make it so difficult. The meaning of being a teacher is that in order not to make it difficult for Chang'an, I lied to people, so that I can have the best of both worlds, right? ”

“……”

The boy couldn't turn a corner for a while.

"Look at you, you're on the tip of the horns again. Ordinary people heard that the teacher ate beef, and learned that the cow committed suicide, and they would not feel that the teacher was deliberately caught and killed. So everyone is safe, isn't it beautiful? The people don't have to be envious and jealous, the government doesn't have to be frightened, and the teachers don't have to be arrogant...... If this is the case in the world, it will not really be stable for a long time. ”

“……”

The young man felt that he had fallen into the pit, so he turned his head and shouted, "Erlang, do you think what Mr. said is right?" ”

On the other side of the earthen stove is a younger teenager who keeps warm by the stove. He was about seven or eight years old, thin and small, his hair was still a little yellow, and his nose was still dripping with snot, and his image was far less agile than the young man who spoke next to Zhang Daxiang.

"Sir is right in everything. Brother, is the meal ready? ”

"Erlang has come to his senses. Hahahaha, come on, come on, the old man gave you a bowl, hurry up and eat it. ”

Zhang Daxiang laughed, obviously very satisfied with the words of the snot-smoking boy. The fog was steaming in the stove, and Zhang Dasu, who was flipping through the file at the door, had been listening to the conversation here, smiling and shaking his head while reading.

"Big brother, it's not too early, the prince should be sent back to the prince."

"What's the hurry, he must still be staring at the sugar factory in this situation, maybe he will stay in the factory to eat, and send the child back to do what? Do you eat with women? ”

"Follow the eldest brother and delay your studies."

Zhang Dasu couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to say what was in his heart.

"Presumptuous! Are you a brother or am I a brother! ”

The fat Zhang Daxiang looked furious, but even Doctor Li, who was snorting pimple soup, knew that his brother's husband was playing tricks and deliberately teasing people.

"Alas...... Big brother, there are still important things that have not been done, what are you doing to tease the children here? Besides, do you really think that you are the husband of the prince? ”

Putting down the book in his hand, Zhang Dasu looked out the window slightly, "This Chang'an City, lively or lively, I just don't know how, it's boring, it's tasteless." ”

"You haven't even been to Pingkangfang seriously, you know that the eggs are boring......"

Zhang Daxiang glanced at the second brother with a look of disdain.

“……”

I wanted to refute that I had been to Pingkangfang since I was ten years old, but I felt that I would lose completely as soon as I refuted it, so I simply shut up and picked up the book again.

"Sir, is Pingkangfang fun?"

"Is it fun?" Zhang Daxiang glanced sideways at ten-year-old Li Xiang, "When the old man was young, he was a peerless general in Pingkangfang. ”

"Big brother, the son is only ten years old......"

"What's wrong with a ten-year-old? Can't you know the beauty of Ping Hong Fang at the age of ten? When you were ten years old, didn't you also follow Da Lang and take San Lang to Pingkangfang? ”

“……”

Zhang Dasu suddenly felt wronged, "Big brother, I followed my brother to the meeting at that time!" ”

"Look, you're going to the meeting."

“……”

Zhang Dasu completely shut up, and let the eldest brother sell stupidity.

"Sir's experience, I'm afraid it's not extremely exciting."

Li Xiang's envy on his face is different from his reverence for old pedants, this is envy from the inside out, very pure, very simple and intuitive.

In Li Xiang's view, Mr. Cheap Zhang Elephant's past is definitely a "hero".

In the world of young people, the so-called "strong" must be "mixed" on the road, and it must be seen a lot of wind and waves in the rivers and lakes.

After about a few hundred years, the big brother on the road of the left green dragon and the right white tiger is still the "domineering" predecessor in the minds of many young people. Of course, in a few years, there are still a lot of people who want to chop themselves to death in the "black history".

"The old man has a brother who has been friends for a long time, surnamed Xue Mingli, presumably, you have also heard of it."

"Is it that Xue Rengui from the Western Army?"

"Exactly."

"Ahh

"It's like a fake."

Li Xiang's eyes suddenly flashed, and the noodle fish in his hand tasted even more fragrant, "I heard Aya say that Xue Rengui said that his strength is amazing, and the horse lance can be called the second lieutenant, and he is even better at shooting, known as the Western Army Yangyuji." Today's most famous Zan Junmo and Liang Mengbiao are inferior to him. ”

"Well, that's good."

"Sir is really hidden."

"The old man is just a ...... of the inner show"

Syllable!

Zhang Dasu threw the book on the desk, glared at the eldest brother, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't stand it, pushed the door out, and couldn't stay any longer.

Seeing that his brother actually left the house without saying a word, Zhang Daxiang's old face turned red, coughed lightly, and said with a whisker: "Eat quickly, eat quickly, after eating, the old man will take you to eat the mash in the West Market, that Mrs. Dong is almost seventy, and she is not dead, her mash is a must." Even Xue Jieyu's niece was full of praise for her. ”

"Is the mash delicious?"

Doctor Li looked up and asked.

"What? Jiro hasn't even eaten mash until now? How can this be done, old man......"

"Sir, the second brother is weak, so don't eat and drink indiscriminately."

Li Xiang hurriedly said.

It's really that when Dr. Li was born, he almost didn't come back to life, he has always been weak, if it weren't for the good protection, the children of ordinary people would have died a long time ago, where could they live to be eight years old. Although he can also run and jump now, his body is thin and weak, not as good as his age, Li Xiang also takes good care of his younger brother, and never leaves his eyes when he goes out to play.

"Mash and eggs, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Daxiang smiled, and rarely touched the back of Li Xiang's head with his hand, "When the old man was young, he often went there to buy some swings. The third brother of the old man also loves to eat this. ”

Thinking of Zhang Da'an, Zhang Daxiang was also embarrassed, and then, he thought of Zhang De again, and even smiled and was speechless for a while.

In his early years, he messed around with Xue Rengui, and the Qinlou Chu Pavilion left his name, and now, Xue Rengui has also made a name for himself in the Western Army. And he himself, who is over thirty years old and calls himself an old man, is still a mess, and his future future is to inherit the title of Duke of Zou Guo.

"How is the gentleman sad?"

"Oh? How could the old man ever be sad? It's just that I think of some priorities, so I'm a little distracted. In the future, we must remember that public affairs come first, and private affairs come second. ”

"Got it, sir."

"Do you still eat the mash?"

"Eat, sir."

"Well, that's good. The old man can't stay in Chang'an for a few days, and he will turn around at the end of the month. If you want to see the old man again, I'm afraid there will be waiting. ”

"Is the capital fun? Mr. is in the capital, isn't it very majestic? I heard Aya say that the eldest father has built a lot of pavilions in the capital, which are bigger than Daming Palace, is it true? ”

Li Xiang asked Zhang Daxiang curiously, although Zhang Daxiang became Li Xiang's "ex" Mr. in the form of "Chongxi", but no matter what, the relationship was set. And Zhang Daxiang, there are few situations where Li Xiang is not satisfied.

If you have any questions, it's just pediatrics, and I don't dare to say that I took Li Xiang to eat all over Chang'an, and I ate all over Dongchengfang City, and there was no problem at all.

The variety of delicacies makes Li Xiang enjoy much more fun here than his father who follows the "professional farmer".

"Da Lang, you can be regarded as asking the right person."

Zhang Daxiang shook his sleeves, and his eyebrows suddenly danced, "In this Luoyang City, who doesn't give the old man three points of face?" For example, this police guard's ......"

Seeing the elephant spitting and flying, the two teenagers who were squatting with a bowl and eating noodles with soup and noodles had their eyes shining, and their spirits were also flying.