It is still unclear whether Wu Zheng's words are true or not. Liu Wen is still unclear, but there is one big man who can speak so confidently about eating soft rice. He is definitely the first one.
Such a person expects him to have some ambitions in his heart to do something big, and Liu Wen will not believe it if he is killed. Therefore, although his guard against Wu Zheng is not exhausted, it is only a matter of time.
Seeing Wu Zheng smiling proudly at this time, he also smiled and asked, "Is there anything else in this kid?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Zhao Yi can't eat the salt made by the method I used before, and he is a thief. It's okay if the salt offered can be eaten. If you can't eat it, then it won't work. Did you throw yourself into the net?"
"Boy, why is this?"
"Because the secret recipe he got is one less process, which is to filter the brine again with bamboo charcoal stuffed in a wooden bucket, so that the salt that is boiled out is considered refined salt, and the pot of salt that the kid made before is just good-looking. Nothing more than brine, this kind of salt tastes bitter, not to mention, eating too much is deadly."
"This..." Liu Wen was taken aback, then burst into laughter.
Autumn is getting thicker and yellow leaves are flying, and the heavy fog in the morning is like a sea of clouds pervading the mountains and ridges.
A black carriage slowly drove on the ancient road between the mountains. The horseman holding the whip leaned against the carriage and nodded frequently as the carriage bumped, and the copper bells on the four corners of the roof also jingled.
The car curtain was slowly opened, and looking through the one-foot-wide flower window, an old man with gray hair was looking out with a puzzled face.
Then the old man patted the window frame. Hearing the movement, the groom hurriedly stopped the car, ran to the window and bowed his body and said, "What's the teacher's order?"
The old man pointed out the window and said, "Dongqing, have you heard anything so fragrant?"
The man named Dongqing is not a horseman but the full name of the old man's disciple is Liu Dongqing, and the old man in the car is named Xia Mingyun. He is the prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the teacher of your majesty today, and the leader of the people under the sky.
Both ancients and moderns, as long as they are Chinese, have a plot of falling leaves back to their roots. People in this era are more particular about this. No matter where they die, returning to their ancestral grave is undoubtedly the deepest obsession in their hearts.
Xia Yun was undoubtedly an extremely human minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, with unparalleled honour, but on the day of his seventy-five-year-old birthday, he still made a request to return home to his majesty today.
His Majesty Wu Heng looked at the mentor who was full of blue silk in the past, and in a blink of an eye, his face was gray. When he heard his request to confess his old man, his emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty actually burst into tears in front of Man Chao's civil and military face.
Xia Yun declined all the rewards of the emperor, and also declined the escort of his three thousand guards. In a certain morning light, one person, one vehicle and one disciple drove slowly out of the capital.
Liu Dongqing sniffed in the air, then nodded and said, "It smells like roast chicken."
Xia Yun nodded and smiled: "Are you sure it's roast chicken?"
Liu Dongqing heard it again, and said, "I am sure, my disciple."
Xia Yun smiled and said: "My old man thought he was greedy and smelled wrong. Now that you are sure, it's not wrong, but how come this barren mountain has this smell? It's really weird."
"Or the disciple will go ahead and take a look, the smell seems to be coming from across the canyon."
Xia Yun stretched out her head and smelled it to the front, and said, "Since we are in front, let's drive the car over, so why don't you let you run again."
The carriage entered the Yixian Gorge and stopped again after a while. Xia Yun opened the curtain and said, "Did you see it?"
"Teacher, the road is blocked by huge rocks." Liu Dongqing jumped off the carriageway.
"Why don't you go up and take a look. The person who smelled the roast chicken for my old man should be right behind the boulder. If you see it, ask me if you can sell the chicken. My old man's mouth is too greedy. "
Liu Dongqing nodded and jumped onto the boulder...
On the other side of the boulder, He Laowu and Wu Zheng and his party were eating roast chicken around the fire. This chicken was when they came to move the stone this morning, they saw a pheasant crowing on the stone, but He Laowu picked up a piece of it. The stone was thrown over, and the pheasant's head rolled off the boulder with only a snap.
"Hey, you can do this! It's a pity not to play darts!"
"My uncle has good eyesight, and the younger one really used the swallow dart when he was in the dart board." (End of this chapter)