I received my adopted son in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 63 Is it the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature?

An important case in the court, for ordinary people in the market, that is... not even a little ripple.After all, this era is extremely divided and hierarchical, and the affairs of the court will never be heard by the common people.

After the court meeting, the city of Luoyang was as usual.

To be precise, it is getting busier every day: the streets are bustling with people, there is the sound of hawking from morning to noon, there is the sound of childish children running around, and there is the sound of shouting in the neighborhood.

"Ancestral Dali Wan, the secret recipe in the palace, to strengthen the body..."

"Pepper and cypress wine, the home-brewed pepper and cypress wine, it doesn't taste good and you don't need to pay for it..."

"Mud horse, mud dog, mud cow...Madam, buy a Tao sound and go back to amuse the children."

"Grandmother, buy one, buy one for me." A naughty boy pointed to the clay figurine stand by the roadside, crying and rolling on the ground.

Mother was helpless, and said: "Go home, your father prepared fried pork with bamboo sticks."

"Fried pork?" The naughty boy was startled, and said, "It's the fried pork in the newly opened big wine shop in the city, where the aroma will waft far away?...I don't want to talk about it anymore, I want to go home and eat fried pork!"

The mother smiled gratifiedly, leaving the peddler of clay figurines stunned: Ma'am, you must become a master, you have to endure pain that you shouldn't have to bear at such a young age...

"Cooking is such a unique culinary skill, how can my uncle spread it to the people so easily?" In the carriage, Cai Yan looked at the childish and cheerful back, thinking that women sometimes have to make things difficult for women.

After all, my younger sister, Cai Wan, has not been studying hard recently, and she also lacks a meal of fried pork with bamboo strips.

"The old man is the emperor's captain, so why should I cherish my broom?" While watching the recent rapid increase in popularity, Old Dong didn't waste any time in pretending: "Well, it's the cook who feels very distressed."

"After being beaten up and frightened by the old man, and allowed his son to open the first restaurant in the city, he reluctantly agreed to accept apprenticeship."

"Shopkeeper, make two taels of soy sauce!" As soon as the words finished, another child said to the storekeeper, holding a clay pot.

Seeing this, Old Dong couldn't help but feel relieved: Yes, there is also "soy sauce" in this era.

I don't know why the old Dong is interested in soy sauce, Cai Yan slightly opened the curtain of the car, and saw the street full of people, shops, and goods. A lot more breath of life and fun.

I even saw the figure of Sima Lang, leading some planners and cowards, pointing and planning something.The entire city of Luoyang is not what it used to be, with prosperous commerce and trade, it deserves to be the number one capital of the Han Dynasty.

"Uncle, my big Han people are really hardworking and intelligent. It hasn't been long since the reform of the commercial city, and Luoyang City is already so full of flowers that people can't recognize it."

"Well, hello everyone, it's really good." Old Dong nodded and said sincerely: "When the people are happy, the old man will be happy."

"Where are we going this time?" Cai Yan asked again.

Coincidentally, the carriage also stopped, and Old Dong smiled slightly: "Here we are, this is the teahouse."

"Tea house?"

"Well, several teahouses in the city were opened with money from the old man, and so is this one."

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and said with a strange expression: "In this way, Bai'er and her grandfather are selling tea, will you look down on Bai'er?"

Cai Yan's eyes were gentle, a little puzzled, and she seemed to be caring for the mentally retarded: who would dare to look down on her as the granddaughter of the Taiwei... But what does this have to do with selling tea?
It can be seen that Lao Dong felt lost immediately, and suddenly felt... there must be some story in it?

The tea house is not much different from ordinary restaurants, except that instead of meals, there are cups of tea and some snacks on the table.

Old Dong skillfully dispensed a few five-baht coins, and then offered him two cups of fragrant tea and some snacks.Cai Yan frowned again and looked at the tea in front of him, expressing that he didn't understand at all: "Uncle, what kind of tea is this?"

"Fried tea can be drunk after brewing with boiling water, not the boiled tea we usually drink."

People in the Han Dynasty had already realized the magical effect of tea, but because they did not have the technology of frying, they had to boil raw tea slowly.In the meantime, some spices, herbs, and even salt and oil are added to it...

Anyway, after taking that sip, Lao Dong felt that it was very good.

Cai Yan looked at the green, fragrant, clear and translucent tea soup in front of him, raised his cup and smelled it a little, only to feel that the pure tea fragrance overflowed and made people feel refreshed. , The taste is like rain, the tip of the tongue is slightly sweet, and the fragrance remains on the teeth and cheeks.

With fried pumpkin seeds, fried broad beans, sweet honey balls and other foods, it really has a special flavor.

Then he looked up at the old widower on the opposite side, his face seemed to be more delicate and pleasing to the eye, and an unexplainable feeling appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but say: "Uncle..."

"Basic skills don't 6." Old Dong seemed to know what she was going to say, waved his hands and said: "Don't praise me for being unique and eclectic. Some people are born destined to be late bloomers. These are just my accumulation."

After speaking, he leaned forward slightly, and said to Cai Yan in a low voice and mysteriously: "Taste tea quietly, there will be a good show later."

Suddenly being so close to the man, Cai Yan couldn't help her heart beat wildly, her cheeks blushing.

He lowered his head and took another sip of tea before gradually calming down, but he didn't dare to look at Dong Zhuo, but looked at the guests in the teahouse: there were scholars in long robes and beautiful jade around their waists; Common people; there is no shortage of rangers with swords and swords and indifferent faces, and occasionally rich and powerful sons in brocade clothes and sable fur...

There are all kinds of things.

Everyone sat in the lobby on the first floor, talking, bragging and farting. It was a little noisy, but there was also a bit of smoke and fire.

"Newsletter, today's newsletter." At this moment, a boy of twelve or thirteen came to the teahouse with a stack of bamboo slips in his arms, and yelled at all the tea guests.

"Newsletter?..." Hearing the unfamiliar term, Cai Yan suddenly felt an indescribable worry: Have I been abandoned by the times?

Why are there so many strange things after just a few days of not being on the street?
"Well, it should be a newspaper. It's a pity that the old man has not started to improve the paper, so he can only deal with it with bamboo slips first." Old Dong was a little depressed: there are many things that can be done, but there are always a lot of messy things that can't be done. Dedicated to the great cause of benefiting the people.

"What is a newspaper?" After listening to the old Dong's explanation, Cai Yan not only didn't suddenly, but even more panicked: I always feel that I don't live in the same era as my uncle.

"It is to transcribe some news from the court and spread it to the people in the city. It can not only enrich the spiritual needs of the people, but also earn some taxes."

"Is it copied by the palace gate?" Cai Yan asked again.

She is actually right. "Gongmen Chao" can be said to be the earliest prototype of a newspaper. In the Han Dynasty, officials from all over the country sent people to the capital to copy the imperial court's decrees and policies and send them to the place quickly.

Since the palace gate copy conveys the news much faster than the normal court issuance speed, this can leave sufficient preparation time for local officials.Later, it developed into the "Chao Bao" of the Tang Dynasty and the "Di Bao" of the Song and Ming Dynasties.

"Almost, but in addition to serious news such as official decrees and imperial edicts, there will also be some anecdotes, unofficial stories, gossip, and character reviews."

Old Dong explained patiently, "It's similar to the 'Yuedan Review' of the Xu family brothers, except that my literary talent is more fascinating and makes people want to stop."

To show off his talent and learning in front of him, Cai Yan really didn't know where Lao Dong got his courage.

Seeing that all the tea guests gave their bags one after another, one of the scholars suddenly changed color after seeing it, and after her eyes lit up, she felt a little unconfident for a while.

"Today's news...is too explosive!"

"It's explosive..." Cai Yan smiled wryly, and it was another word that he didn't understand.

I couldn't help being curious at the moment, so I called the boy to buy a newsletter.Immediately, he couldn't help opening his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened, and he was dumbfounded.

I saw that the headline on the newspaper said: Who is the number one beauty in a big man, and someone actually disregarded his family and life for her!

The subtitle on the second line also read: The treacherous courtier coveted the back of the former queen mother. Is it the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature?

(End of this chapter)