Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 2

"Wu this boy, let me ask you, do you know where the nearest Zhuangzi is?"

The half-eldest man shrank his neck, looked at the nobleman in the car, and then looked at the waiter, he was speechless.

"Is this kid a mute?" The waiter frowned and turned to look at the nobleman in the car, "My lord, this young man is afraid that he can't speak, so let me ask someone else."

The gentleman in the car raised his head and was about to speak, but noticed that half the big boy was holding a small half head in his hand, and he said "Huh" and said, "Ah Wu, that kid is holding food? Bring it for me to see."

At the same time, I was puzzled. All I saw along the way was the ripe wheat. I thought that the people would not have eaten, but how could they find that there are people eating soil?Could it be that he was mistreated by the master?
Since the promulgation of "Shu Ke", although law enforcement in Shu has been severe, the people have no complaints, just because of fairness and justice.If there are people who do not have enough food when they are mature, it will definitely affect the reputation of the Prime Minister and His Majesty.

Seeing the waiter stretch out his hand to take it, half the eldest child subconsciously wanted to hide his hand behind him.

"Hey, you little man, just look at what you have, and it's not robbing you. How afraid? Let's take a look at it, you can't be without your benefits!"

Due to the fear of nobles, the half-eldest boy finally handed over the remaining steamed buns.

"My lord, it's really weird to eat this." The waiter put the small piece of head in his hand and looked at it, then turned and handed it to the owner of the car.

The originally white steamed buns had become gray-black because they were once held in the hands of a half-sized child. If you don't pay attention, they look like a piece of soil.

The nobleman turned a blind eye to the soil on the surface of the steamed buns. He gently opened the steamed buns, put them under his nose and smelled them, and then picked up a small piece and chewed it in his mouth.

"This food..." The nobleman's eyes lit up, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, and he couldn't help but pick up the slightly larger buns and put them in his mouth. At the same time, he asked the half-sized boy, "Is this pasta?"

"My lord, this young man is dumb and can't speak." The waiter replied quickly.

"I... I'm not dumb." The half-eldest murmured.

waiter:……

"Come here," the nobleman waved his hand with a gentle smile, "wait for me to ask you a few words. If you answer well, this steamed cake will be given to you, how about it?" Then, the nobleman took out a steamed cake from the car, "I ask you, is this pasta? Who made it?"

"Gui, noble, this is pasta, called Mantou, made by the master's family." The half-eldest man stammered.

"Why is it called Mantou? Who is your master?"

"Because the master said, this looks like the head of a barbarian, so it's called Mantou. The master's surname is Feng, this is Feng Zhuang, yep, that's it." The half-eldest boy pointed to Feng Yong who was fishing in the distance. , sold the host directly on the spot.

"Okay, this is for you." The noble handed over the steamed cake happily and said to the waiter, "Go, go and see the master of the Feng family."

"The lord's status is honorable. If you want to come to the Feng family, you are only a rich family in the country. Why should you go there in person? Just call him over."

"You don't understand." The master waved his hand with a thoughtful look on his face, "Let's go and have a look first, it can't be said to be a sage."

The waiter smiled and said, "If it's really a wise man, why was he not famous before? I think it's because I knew that the lord was going to patrol the four directions, so I came here, but I couldn't put it down, so I used this method to attract the attention of the lord."

The gentleman pointed to the waiter and laughed, "How do you know? I don't care whether he is intentional or unintentional, the one I care about is this Mantou. If this Mantou is really made by Maimian, it cannot be said that it is a great achievement. ."

"Master, what does this have to do with great merit?" The waiter asked strangely as he helped the nobleman arrange the sword around his waist.

"Since this mantou is the main food for the tenants, it must be easy and simple to make. I tasted it just now, and it is very soft and delicious, even better than steamed cakes, not to mention the wheat rice that ordinary people eat (ancient people eat One of China's staple foods is to cook millet or wheat without shelling, and eat it together with the bran, which is extremely unpalatable.) Since it is pasta, it is naturally more filling than millet. If this method is used in the army, Not only can you have a full stomach, but the morale of the army is not easy to be low (there are records of coaxing the soldiers because of giving rice to the soldiers in the Southern and Northern Dynasties), is this not a great achievement?"

The fish float first moved a few times, and then floated quietly on the water. After a while, it suddenly sank into the water. Feng Yong only felt his hand sink. He slammed the fishing rod, and a The carp was thus caught out of the water, and the sun shone golden in the west.

Feng Yong grabbed the fish and looked at it, sighed, and threw it in his hand, and the carp just caught was thrown back into the water like this.He didn't like to eat carp, he felt that the flesh of carp was too soft and had too many thorns.

"Dare to ask if this Langjun in front is Feng Langjun?"

There was a voice in his ear, Feng Yong didn't turn his head, and lowered the hook to re-bait it - this guy didn't react at all, he was calling him.

When he threw the hook into the water again, he was still thinking, Feng Langjun?Who is this?When did someone with the same last name come around here?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a sudden shock in my heart, this is so special...Isn't it called myself?Turning his head, he saw a man in his thirties who was standing not far away, looking at him. He was well-dressed. Most importantly, he was wearing a sash in front of his abdomen and a decorated sword on his waist. It's an official, but I don't know how big the official is?

On the official road not far behind, a waiter was standing beside the ox cart, glaring at himself.

It seems that he is really called himself, Feng Yong just remembered that he is still not used to the name of this era, Feng Langjun, he has never heard others call him a few times, okay?
This can only be blamed on him for being a native of the countryside. Ordinary people don't call him that, and they don't dare to call him that. And who would come here specially to visit him?That's why he didn't realize that people were greeting him for a while.

"Is the elder calling me?" Feng Yong hurriedly bowed to the visitor and asked.

"Besides you and me, there is no one else here, but who else can I call you?" Although he was ignored at first, the other party still had a gentle smile, showing a very high level of self-restraint.

"Oh, I'm rude!" Feng Yong quickly bowed his hands and apologized, "I'm so addicted to fishing that I didn't notice the elder. It's extremely rude."

"It's okay, I'm taking the liberty to interrupt." The visitor walked slowly, with his upper body upright and motionless, his steps not in a hurry or slow, showing everyone's tolerance.

"The boy is Feng Yong, dare to ask who the elders are? What advice do you ask the boy for?" His bearing is not comparable. Anyway, since he is young, he should simply treat himself as a junior.

The visitor walked in front of Feng Yong, looked at Feng Yong carefully, and was a little surprised. This boy was so young, it seemed that he thought too much, he could not be the sage he imagined, and he was a little disappointed at the moment.

"My surname is Ma. I'm here this time, just to ask, did you make this thing?" the person said, stretched out his right hand, and there was a black mass of unknown substance in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" Feng Yong was a little confused, thinking when did I ever do such a thing?Lao Tzu is a well-known mentally ill person. Could it be that someone has nothing to do and come to find his own entertainment?

"You didn't do this? Could it be that you're not the owner of the Feng family village?" The visitor was disappointed with doubts.

"The kid is of course the owner of the Feng family, but when did you do this?" Feng Yong carefully looked at the thing in the other's hand,

Feeling a little familiar, "Who did the elder hear that I made this thing?"

"It's the owner of this place."

I rely on!Feng Yong slapped his thigh, how can I say it looks familiar, who is so disgusting from Nima?Put a layer of mud on a good bun?
"Oh! I'm ashamed, it turns out that this is a mantou, this is naturally made by a kid, but..." Feng Yong looked at the other party in confusion, "This mantou is pure white, why is it now stained with a layer of dirt? The boy didn't recognize it for a while."

What's wrong with me... The other party's face turned black all of a sudden, what do you mean by that look?Could it be that if I join the army alone, would I be so unbearable to eat such unclean food?Can I tell you that I snatched it from a child?

"Never mind that, I came here this time because I have some doubts about this thing called Mantou. I want to ask you, is it convenient?"

"The elder asked a question, and the boy does not dare to hide his secrets." Feng Yong quickly folded his hands and bent over. He has not been here for a short time, and he also knows a lot of etiquette.In particular, the Han ruled the world with filial piety, disrespectful to the elders, and his reputation would stink for ten miles.

The other party nodded with satisfaction. Although he was in the countryside, he was a polite person. He thought that he had read a book, so he opened his mouth to express his doubts.

(End of this chapter)