Saint of the Confucian way

"Eat, eat!" Fang Yun shouted downstairs, "waiter, another set."

The waiter of the marinated meat shop ran to the second floor, bent down slightly and asked, "young master, what do you mean to have another set?"

"Just take another share of what you have served before. The money will be deducted from here." Fang Yun said and threw out a small silver ingot.

The waiter hurriedly caught it and pinched it gently with his hand. He felt it was real gold and silver. He was happy to open flowers on his face. He hurriedly said, "wait a moment, young gentlemen. I'll serve the food right away!" as he went downstairs, he thought that the young childe was really unusual. I can see that he suspected that he had no money to pay the bill and didn't have to throw money directly.

Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun with a knife mouth and bean curd heart. He smiled, stretched out his small tongue and licked his lips. His eyes were bright and ready to eat again.

At this time, someone downstairs discussed the scourge of barbarians, and Fang Yun listened carefully.

After several private visits in micro clothes, Fang Yun found that people in Ning'an County generally do not have hope for the future, but they have lived here for generations and have no land in other places. In case they can't find a suitable livelihood, I'm afraid they're not as good as they are now. It's better to take one step at a time, and then escape when you can't beat the barbarians.

Although some people do not report hope to Jingguo, they report hope to the holy courtyard. I believe that the holy courtyard will send someone to save Jingguo in the end.

While observing the people's conditions, Fang Yun thought about how to solve the Barbarian Invasion to the south.

The northern barbarians are powerful. They can be eliminated by the power of the whole human race, but they can never be solved by the power of Jingguo.

When Fang Yun was thinking about it, he heard the ensemble of Pipa and zither in the teahouse, followed by the singing of the singer, which was round and jade, crisp and graceful, very pleasant.

The tune sung by the singer is "Liangzhou Ci", and the lyrics are the war poem "Yumen pass", which has been spread all over the world.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. There is a lonely city and thousands of mountains. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring wind does not pass the Yumen pass..."

Fang Yun listened for a moment, but his heart was better than that of many well-known singers at the cultural conference. It was 360 lines, and every line produced a champion.

Fang Yun continued to think in the beautiful song. Unconsciously, it was nearly noon. There were more people downstairs, and there was only one table upstairs.

Fang Yun looked at Ao Huang, who continued to eat and drink in the sea, and wanted to wait until he finished eating. Unexpectedly, after Ao Huang finished eating, he wiped his mouth, smiled and whispered, "Ben long forgot something just now. Can you ask for another set? This time it's not just for food."

"What's that for?" Fang Yun asked.

"This is obviously more comfortable than the previous times. I want to record these dishes with virtual building beads, and when I return to the Dragon Palace, I will greedy for those dragon children and grandchildren. There are many delicious dishes in the Dragon Palace, but there are few such things in the market."

Fang Yun stared at Ao Huang for a long time before he said, "your eyes are thousands of years ahead of others."

"Really? Hey, hey, Ben long thinks so... Fang Yun, can I record with virtual building beads Every time before eating? But I'm a little embarrassed. Will anyone laugh at me?"

Fang Yun was silent for a long time and said, "you can say that you are disinfecting to ward off evil spirits, so no one will laugh."

"Worthy of being a virtual saint, it's settled!" Ao Huang shouted, "waiter, another set!"

"Sir, later!"

Fang Yun smiled. Instead, he could ask someone to draw the delicious food in Ning'an County, and then send it to the discussion list with the official seal. Maybe he could attract some food readers and develop tourism

The official seal shook slightly. Fang Yun looked at it. It was a biography of the classic history.

"My Lord, I have a difficult case and want to talk to you in detail. I heard that you are going to make a private visit today and haven't been in the government office, so I want to ask where you are. I'll go there right away."

"Are you near the county government or Changbai street?"

"Closer to Changbai street."

"Then come to the Zhangji marinated meat shop in Changbai street. I'll invite you to have marinated pickles and talk back to the county government."

"Ah? Thank you, sir. I'll go there right away."

"Well, come to the second floor, the table facing the stairs."

"OK, I'll be right there."

Suddenly, the music of the teahouse became messy, which made Fang Yun feel a little uncomfortable.

Fang Yun listened carefully and showed a clear look. It turned out that there were disciples teasing the singer girl, and the language was extremely obscene. But those people are also very smart. Although they tease, they don't do it.

Fang Yun looked at the teahouse. The local ruffians were blocked and couldn't really see it. But he heard from other guests in the teahouse that those local ruffians were famous nearby and ordinary people couldn't afford to provoke them.

The voice became more and more chaotic, and the old man playing the zither scolded. The local ruffians didn't care, and then there was a cry in the singer's voice.

Ao Huang frowned and said, "why don't I go out to eat them? It's very good. Xiaoqu is made a mess by them!"

Fang yunlang said in a voice, "waiter, go and invite the master and grandson who sing songs in the opposite teahouse and pay them first." Fang Yun then threw two liang of broken silver to the first floor and flew to the waiter's arms accurately.

"Good!"

Not long ago, under the leadership of the guys, two people, old and young, carrying musical instruments walked to the second floor. The young girl was dressed in green and had a beautiful appearance. She was white and pitiful. The old man behind her was bent with his back, his eyes turbid and gloomy. She barely squeezed out a smile.

"Sing a song and go to another store."

The girl's eyes were confused, but the old man suddenly realized it. He bowed his head and bowed gratefully to Fang Yun and said, "thank you, kind-hearted childe. You must be a senior high school student next year, and you must be the champion in the future."

Ao Huang, who had finished recording the delicious food, nodded and said, "old Sir, your vision is good, but only half is good."

The old man smiled and couldn't understand Ao Huang's words. He hurriedly said, "thank you, young master."

The girl bent her knees and said, "thank you, childe."

"Well, I heard you sing Liangzhou CI well just now." Fang Yun said.

They immediately began to play and sing Liangzhou CI.

After singing a few words, I heard a messy upstairs sound downstairs. A drunken voice said, "this is to find a new benefactor and forget the old lover? Come on, let me see who's the son of the city. Come and meet him."

Fang Yun followed his reputation and saw the head of a stout man in brown slowly rising from the stairs. This man was drunk and smiling. After seeing Fang Yun, he carefully looked at Fang Yun's clothes. He was in linen and blue. He had no literary position, no jade pendant, and didn't look like a big family.

"Hahaha... Which family is this childe in Ning'an county? I'm a rough man. Don't offend a big family. I can't afford to suffer." the strong man in Brown went upstairs, followed by three men with bad looks, all of whom were a little drunk.

Fang Yun looked indifferent and said, "I've just come to Ningan for a few months. My hometown is not Ningan."

"That's looking for relatives in Ning'an?" the strong man in brown smiled and walked to the table.

"I have no relatives in Ning'an, but I was forced to come." Fang Yun answered truthfully.

The strong man in brown laughed and stretched out his hand to clip the pickled meat with his two fingers. Ao Huang's fierce light showed in his eyes.

Fang Yun said, "I advise you not to touch the dishes on the table. No one can grab food from the little brother around me. Besides, I have guests next."

Ao Huang nodded seriously, raised his head, looked proud and said, "you'd better listen to him."

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