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

The half-grown man shrunk his neck, looked at the nobleman in the car, and then looked at the waiter, and he couldn't speak.

"Isn't this kid a dumb man?" The waiter frowned and turned his head to look at the nobleman in the car, "Lord, I'm afraid this little man can't speak, and I'll ask others." ”

The nobleman in the car raised his head and was about to speak, but he noticed that the half-grown man was holding a small half-man's head in his hand, "Huh", and said, "Ah Wu, what that kid is holding in his hand is food?" Show me it. At the same time, I wondered in my heart, all I saw along the way was the ripe wheat, and I wondered why the people did not go without food, but how could they find that there were still people eating dirt here? Wasn't he mistreated by the master's family?

Since the promulgation of the "Shu Branch", although the law enforcement in Shuzhong is severe, the people have no complaints, just because of fairness and justice. If there are people who do not have enough to eat in the ripe year, it will inevitably affect the reputation of the prime minister and His Majesty.

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

"Hey, you little man, just look at what you have in your hand, and it's not to rob you, what are you afraid of? Let's take a look, you can't miss the benefits! ”

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

"My lord, this food is indeed a bit strange." The waiter put the little piece of brute head in his hand and looked at it, then turned and handed it to the owner of the car.

The original white steamed bun was once held in the hand by a half-sized child, and the surface became gray and black, and if you didn't pay attention to it, it looked like a piece of soil.

The noble man turned a blind eye to the soil on the surface of the steamed bun, he gently broke the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it, and picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth to chew carefully.

"This ...... eating" The nobleman's eyes lit up, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, and he couldn't help but pick up the slightly larger steamed buns and put them in his mouth, and at the same time asked the half-sized child, "This is pasta?" ”

"Lord, this little man is dumb and can't speak." The waiter hurriedly replied.

"I ...... I'm not dumb. The half-sized boy snorted and snorted.

Waiter:......

"Come here," beckoned the nobleman, smiling gently, "and let me ask you a few words." If you answer, this steamed cake will be given to you, how about it? As he spoke, the nobleman took out a steamed cake from the car, "Let me ask you, is this pasta?" Who did it? ”

"Expensive, noble, this is pasta, called brute, made by the master's family." The half-size son stammered in reply.

"Why is it called a brute? Who is your lord's house? ”

"Because the lord said, this is like the head of a barbarian, so it is called a barbarian. The main family's surname is Feng, this is Feng Zhuang, Yao, that's it. The half-grown man pointed to Feng Yong, who was fishing in the distance, and directly betrayed the master's family on the spot.

"Okay, here's for you." The noble man happily handed over the steamed cakes, and at the same time said to the waiter, "Let's go, go and see the master of the Feng family." ”

"The status of the lord is noble, and the head of the Feng family is only a rich family in the countryside, so why do you need to go there in person? Just call him over. The waiter waited for the half-grown boy to run away before he opened his mouth to persuade his master.

"You don't understand." The master waved his hand and looked contemplative, "Let's go and see first, I can't say that he is a relic sage." ”

The waiter laughed and said, "If it is really a wise man, why did he not have a reputation before?" I think it was because I knew that the lord was going to inspect the Quartet, so I came over, and I couldn't put it down, so I used this method to attract the attention of the lord. ”

The noble man pointed to the waiter and said with a smile: "What do you know?" I don't care if he is intentional or unintentional, the person I care about is this brute. If this brute is really made of wheat noodles, it cannot be said to be a great achievement. ”

"Lord, what does this have to do with great merit?" The waiter helped the nobleman straighten the sword at his waist and asked strangely.

"Since this brute head is food for the tenants of the owner's family, it must be easy and simple to make. I tasted it just now, it is very soft and delicious, and it is more delicious than steamed cakes, not to mention the wheat rice eaten by ordinary people (one of the staple foods eaten by the ancient people is to cook and eat millet or wheat without shelling, and eat it with bran, which is extremely unpalatable). It is pasta, and it is naturally more satisfying than millet, if this method is pushed in the army, it can not only be full, but also the morale of the army is not easy to be depressed (there is a record of coaxing because of the wheat rice for the soldiers in the Northern and Southern Dynasties), what is this not a great achievement? ”

The fish float first moved lightly a few times, and then floated quietly on the surface of the water, and after a while, it suddenly sank down the water, Feng Yong only felt that his hand sank, and he shook the fishing rod suddenly, and a carp was fished out of the water like this, shining golden in the west sun. Feng Yong grabbed the fish and looked at it, sighed, threw it in his hand, and the carp he had just caught was thrown back into the water like this. He didn't like to eat carp, and felt that the carp was too creamy and had a bit of spines.

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

A voice sounded in his ears, Feng Yong didn't look back, and lowered his head to rebait the hook - the thing didn't react at all and was calling him.

When he threw the hook back into the water, he was still thinking in his heart, Feng Langjun? Who's this? When did someone come here with the same surname as you?

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly struck, this is so special...... It can't be called yourself, right? Turning his head, he saw a man in his thirties standing not far away looking at him, dressed extraordinarily, and most importantly, wearing a ribbon in front of his abdomen and a sword hanging from his waist, which shows that this guy is an official, but I don't know how big the official is?

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

It seems that he really calls himself, Feng Yong remembered that he was still not used to being called in this era, Feng Langjun was called this title, he hadn't heard others call him a few times, okay?

This can only be blamed for being a turtle in the countryside, ordinary people don't call it that, and they don't dare to call it that, and who person with status will come here to visit him? So this caused him to not react for a while, and people were greeting him.

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

"There is no one else here but you and me, who else can I call but you?" Although he was snubbed at first, the other party still smiled mildly and showed a very high level of self-cultivation.

"Oh, it's rude!" Feng Yong hurriedly apologized, "I'm so obsessed with fishing that I didn't notice the elders, it's really rude." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm taking the liberty of interrupting." The people came slowly, the upper body was upright and immovable, and the steps were not hurried or slow, showing everyone's bearing.

"The kid is Feng Yong, dare to ask who the elder is? What advice do you have for finding a kid? "The bearing is not comparable, anyway, I am young, so I just treat myself as a junior.

The person who came walked up to Feng Yong and looked at Feng Yong carefully, feeling a little surprised in his heart, this son was so young, it seemed that he was thinking too much, it could not be the sage he imagined, and he was a little disappointed at the moment.

"My surname is Ma, and I just want to ask, but you did it?" As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and there was a black mass of unknown substance in his palm.

"What's this?" Feng Yong was a little confused, thinking to himself, when did I ever do such a thing? Lao Tzu is a well-known mental illness, could it be that someone is idle and runs to find his own pastime?

"You didn't do this? Could it be that you are not the owner of the Feng family? "There was disappointment and confusion.

"Of course, the kid is the owner of the Feng family, but when did he do this?" Feng Yong carefully looked at the things in the other party's hand,

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

"I'm the dealer here."

No way! Feng Yongyi slapped his thigh, how can I say it's a little familiar, who is so disgusting from Nima? Paste a good bun with a layer of mud?

"Oops! I'm ashamed, it turns out that this is a brute head, this is naturally made by a kid, but it's just ......" Feng Yong looked at the other party suspiciously, "This brute head is white, why is it dyed with a layer of dirt now?" Therefore, the kid didn't recognize it at once. ”

What the hell am I ...... The other party's face turned black all of a sudden, what do you mean by this look? Could it be that I, who joined the army, could be so unbearable to eat such unclean food? Can I tell you that I snatched it from a small child?

"Regardless of this, I'm here to have some doubts about this thing called a brute, and I want to ask you, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"The elder asked, but the kid didn't dare to hide his secrets." Feng Yong hurriedly bowed over, it was not a short time since he came here, and he also knew a lot of etiquette. In particular, the Han ruled the world with filial piety, and was disrespectful to the elderly, and his reputation would be ten miles away.

The other party nodded with satisfaction, although this son is in the countryside, he is a polite person, thinking that he has read a book, so he opened his mouth to express the doubts in his heart.