Mr. Jiang responded to the adaptation and invited Su Lu to come to his house tomorrow to read the manuscript, and see that it was suitable for him to talk about it.

Su Lu asked Xiaocui to write down the address, and thought that he would not have to do anything, so he simply asked Mr. Jiang to adapt "The Legend of the Iron Mask General Pingman" into a script that could be performed in the hook column.

In this era, Golan was not a place of wind and moon, and it was generally opened in Washi with the music shed.

The music shed, in layman's terms, is a place to sing, and some larger ones can even accommodate thousands of people.

The business scope of the hook bar is wider, set up a railing to separate a stage on and off the stage can be opened, there are history, acrobatics, shadow puppetry, and will regularly invite the world's famous actors to come to perform, so lively that it is not good.

Although opera is not yet popular, some simple operas have been put on the stage, and Su Lu's request does not seem too deviant to Mr. Jiang.

At most, Mr. Jiang just wanted to say: Little brother, our major is not right.

Can storytellers and singers be the same?

Su Lu didn't care so much, he finished the request in one go, patted his ass and left, leaving only Mr. Jiang and two catties of water and wine relatively speechless.

Mr. Jiang sighed.

This wine is hot on the mouth.

You have to take a bite to be worthy of his efforts!

The other side.

The four of them walked out of the teahouse.

Master Li asked Su Lu: "Xiao Langjun, are we going somewhere else?" ”

Su Lu looked up at the scorching sun in the sky.

He looked down at his calf again.

"Nope."

Su Lu said solemnly.

"You have to eat one bite at a time, you have to walk step by step on the road, you can't chew too much, and if you run in a hurry, you will hit the street."

Master Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now he listened to Su Lu and Mr. Jiang talk about it, only to find that this Su Xiaolangjun is quite methodical, and the things he said seem unrealistic and imaginative, but they can be done after careful study.

If Su Lu really wants to do it, wouldn't his compilation of "The Legend of the Iron Mask General Ping Man" be spread all over Shu?

The thought that this plan was actually the work of a seven-year-old child made Master Li feel like he was stepping on the clouds.

It doesn't feel real, but it also feels like it's going to break you to pieces at any time.

He has worked in the government for so many years, and the first key is to be religious.

Do well, enjoy the blessings.

Strong out, no future.

It's good that Su Lu isn't going to do anything else today, and I'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow.

Tomorrow it doesn't have to be him.

Master Li thought about things in his heart, and after walking a little way, he realized that they were not going back to the mansion at all!

Master Li's naturally drooping eyebrows suddenly drooped even lower.

He asked cautiously, "Xiao Langjun, where are we going?" ”

Su Lu was full of confidence in his steps.

Isn't this the direction of returning to the government?

Su Lu turned his head to Xiao Cui with an inquiring look.

Xiao Cui turned around expressionlessly, silently leading the way for Su Lu in front.

"Let's go, go back." Su Lu naturally turned on the one-click following skill, and calmly followed Xiao Cui back.

King Kong followed in surprise.

Only Master Li was confused, only to feel that this Su Xiaolangjun was becoming more and more unfathomable.

Su Lu returned to the mansion, and on the grounds that Zhang Fangping was busy with affairs and it was inconvenient to disturb him, he sneaked back to the back office in a leisurely manner.

With his little hands behind his back, Su Lu paced to find his two cousins, and soon saw the three difficult brothers studying hard there.

However, Su Shi and they obviously didn't feel bitter, Su Lu just approached them and discussed, the three of them talked about it with a smile, as if they were not studying, but discussing Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Hiss –

Is this the world of Xueba?

Su Lu turned around without hesitation and said to Xiaocui: "Brother, they are studying, let's not bother them, go back." ”

Yun Niang was making a female celebrity, and when she saw Su Lu and them coming back from outside, she hurriedly moved the embroidered basket on her lap and asked King Kong to take out the sour plum soup that was chilled in the well.

Seeing that Su Lu's face was sweating, Yun Niang took out a handkerchief to help Su Lu wipe the sweat, and said softly: "I made plum soup, and Xiao Langjun drank it just to relieve the heat." ”

Su Lu saw the needle on Yun Niang's finger sharply, grabbed her hand and looked at it carefully.

Yun Niang's hand is not the hand of a boudoir girl, she is busy around the stove all the year round, her fingertips have long been ground out of thin calluses, and the knuckles are also very distinct, and it is not a weak type at a glance.

At this time, there is an extra eye pierced by an embroidery needle.

Su Lu said distressedly: "Look at you, you pierced your hands again, usually you are tired enough to cook, just find the tailors and embroiderers outside to do these jobs." ”

Yun Niang is a very traditional woman, if she hadn't been forced to marry a short-lived husband, she would have been married and taught her children for the rest of her life.

She said: "Xiaocui is not popular, Xiaolangjun, your handkerchief and underwear and other personal objects must be made by someone." I can't read, and if I don't do this, I won't have anything to do when you're away. ”

Su Lu listened, so he had to let go of Yun Niang's hand.

For a woman who lives deep in the house, there is really nothing else to do other than these things.

Alas, sometimes this thing may not change for a lifetime.

Su Lu didn't have to force Yun Niang to change, he is a very salted fish, and he has never had any great ideals to change the world with one shout.

Yun Niang herself feels happy.

The most important thing is to be happy.

Su Lu changed the subject: "I kind of want to eat oven-baked chicken tonight." ”

Oven-roasted chicken, the key is in the word baking.

This determines that it should be burned slowly with fine charcoal, and the hay and firewood will not produce the effect.

Put a pot on the peat stove, burn charcoal on the hearth, put in the chicken pieces, pour in wine vinegar, and simmer until it collects the juice.

This makes the chicken taste very good, and the texture is so soft that when you bite into it, the bone and meat can be separated immediately, ensuring that each bite is a delicious tender meat.

Compared to other dishes, oven-roasted chicken is not difficult to make, and it does not appear that they have occupied other people's kitchens when they first arrive.

Hearing Su Lu ordering, Yun Niang immediately came to her senses and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see, there are many people in the house, and I may have to go and buy two chickens and come back." ”

Su Lu thought about his two cousins who could eat, turned his head and ordered King Kong: "Buy three." ”

King Kong silently took the money and went out to buy chickens.

Zhang Fangping, as the prefect, lived in the back office of the government.

Compared with those deep mansion compounds, the back office is really not much bigger except for the empty house. So Su Shi and the others read until the evening, and they smelled a tempting smell of meat.

They had a heated discussion, and they came together to express their opinions back and forth, but I felt that there was nothing more hearty in the world.

As a result, as soon as the smell wafted over, their minds were emptied of all their knowledge, and their stomachs grunted twice.

Su Shi, who was speaking, was even more instantly stuck.

What smells so good?

Su Shi and Su Zhe glanced at each other, and suddenly thought of their cousin who brought his own cook.

Many dishes are obviously not fresh, and they are particularly fragrant when they are made by Yun Niang's hands, they are okay, they can always eat for half a day, and the neighbors can only be hungry!

Su Shi's brothers were slightly hot on their faces.

Wouldn't it be nice to occupy someone else's kitchen on the first day?

Su Shi and the three were suffering from sweet torture, and Zhang Fangping also returned from the former ya.

His nose moved involuntarily.

The smell of food that doesn't belong to their home wafts through the air.

It seems that this kid Su Lu is really not polite to them.

Zhang Fangping stepped into the house and saw Su Lu playing cards with Ma and a few maids in the side hall.

His old wife, who was no longer young, still had two notes on her forehead, and at a glance she knew that they were having a good time.

Yu Guang swept and saw that Zhang Fangping was back, Ma hurriedly put down the cards in his hand, tore off the note on his forehead and got up to greet him: "Are you back?" She smiled and explained to Zhang Fangping, "This card is really interesting to play, and before we knew it, we played a few rounds." ”

Su Lu got up to greet Zhang Fangping with an innocent face, looking very well-behaved, not at all like a person who proposed to gather a crowd to play cards.

Since the Tang Dynasty, some people have used cardboard to make cards, because the size is about the same as the leaves, so everyone calls it "leaf play", dignitaries and nobles will occasionally play a handful when they get together, and the women in the back house usually use it to pass the time.

Zhang Fangping stepped forward to pick up the cards they were playing and looked at them, and found that they were square, and the size was just right in his hand, which was more convenient than ordinary leaf cards.

The patterns on the top are also quite fresh, there are four suits, and there are some strange symbols, which make people scratch their heads.

Su Lu took the folded cards and put them together to popularize science for Zhang Fangping: "Let me tell you, this vertical is 1, this duck is 2, this ear is 3, and this flag is 4......" He finished introducing the ten numbers one by one, and looked up at Zhang Fangping with a curious face, his innocent and clear eyes were full of curiosity, "I heard people say that they are called Arabic numerals, Uncle Zhang, what is Arabic?" ”

Zhang Fangping's face became constipated when he heard this.

He had never heard of it, how did he know what Arabia was?!